What You Are Disclaimer: Sorcerer Hunters are property of. . .ADV plus other people and I don't have permission to use them. The lyrics "What You Are" belongs to the lovely Dave Matthews Band, and I don't have permission from them either. Another DMB song! *Anthy's muse groans* Last time for this series, I promise.

Author's note: This is a SHOUNEN-AI fic, pretty safe to read (no lemonade in this fic) ^_^.

Anthy's muse: Sheesh, DMB again! Might as well call this the "Love According to Dave Matthews Arc!"
ReiAkari's muse: Shuddup! Dave Matthews rules! I have Rei writting at least three more DMB songfics, so buck up buddy!
Anthy's muse: Why are you here?
ReiAkari's muse: Because Rei is Anthy's twin, and she's older, and she told me to bug you!
Anthy's muse: So it's you!!! Anthy! Don't do it!!! Write something else! I can't take it anymore!! *runs away*
ReiAkari's muse: Now that she's gone. . .

What You Are
by Anthy

I see him sitting there, dazed, hurt, yet I make no more to help him. The idiot asked for it, throwing himself at my brother like that. Sure, he threw himself at Tira afterwards (though I must applaud her swift mallet work), but I knew it was just to save face. Marron walks ahead, not even bothering to see if we are following. Unfortunately, he's heading the opposite direction. Thankfully, Chocolate steers him around before anyone notices, but I do.

Realize, realize what you are...
What you've become,
Just as I have

I'm not stupid. Even though I spend all my time trying to find love with a sane woman, I can tell when my brother is interested in someone. Including if that person happens to be someone I'd pay a Haz Knight to rough up on my behalf. Damn you, Gateau Mocha, don't you know what you've done? It's not fair. Quit throwing yourself at someone you just can't have. I can see him sit up out of the corner of my eye. Even without turning, I can see the rejection written on his face. Maybe I'm too hard on him, I mean we go through the same thing every day.

Are you and I so alike?
I don't hear you
Just as I am

But at least the woman I throw myself at I'll never see again. The most stupidest thing he could ever do was to fall for my brother. Poor idiot. Maybe I do feel sorry for him, but I'd never tell him that. Nor will I tell him the reasons why he will never win over my brother. Marron will never love. . . or so he tells me. I see the way he looks Gateau, when he thinks no one is looking, the stolen glances during battles, how he is *ill* during his flex-a-thons. A brother knows all too well what is going on in the other's mind. But to love means heartbreak, an emotion Marron chose not to have. Unfortunately, you can't pick and choose your emotions.

Afraid if we dance we might die
Mock the world
Live safe, say why
Don't you know if you live life
Then you become what you are

"We'll never make it to the village in time." Tira sighs as she trudges along beside me. "Maybe we should set up camp for the night."

"Great idea sister," Chocolate drawls as she wraps her arm suggestively around my shoulders, "Darling can share with me!"

"Sister!" Tira admonishes as she pushes Chocolate aside. Marron has finally realized that no one was following him and has returned to the group. Gateau turns the other direction.

"We'll need firewood," he states before walking away. Marron turns in the direction of the nearby lake, presumably to get some food.

The seasons sparing
We're all drifting away
Away from you
I pray for you now

"Oh come on! Get a room!" I shout as I walk into the living room and catch the two of them in a passionate embrace.

"I'm sorry, Brother," Marron says as he turns to face me, Gateau still refusing to release his waist. Marron giggles and swats Gateau's chest, "We were headed to the movies, but a certain someone took too long."

"Hey! I can't help it if it takes me forever to look as sexy as I do." Gateau retorted, tickling Marron in the side.

"Don't flatter yourself," Marron and I say at the same time, sending us both into fits of laughter.

"Fine, I see how you are," he says feigning sadness, "I guess I should inform the Misu sisters that you are indeed home tonight, Carrot."

"No, no! No need for that!" I stammer as Gateau laughs trimuphantly and takes Marron's hand. As they leave, I can't say I've ever seen my brother so happy. Marron's head pops in the doorway and he is smiling ear to ear. He is laughing. The expression suddenly changes to a blank emotionless stare and he is staring right at me as if I've lost my mind.

"Brother,"

"Brother, are you alright?" Marron asks as he hands the fish to Tira, "Did Tira hit you too hard?"

"No, I'm fine." I murmur as I think back to that usual daydream. A dream where my brother is happy, and not alone. Maybe I did get hit too hard in the head.

Hoping to God on high
Is like clinging to straws
While drowning, oh
Realize, realize what you are...

Gateau has returned with an unneccessarily large load of fire wood. He wordlessly deposits this on the ground and begins to set up his tent.

What you are
Is the beast in a lover's arms

Marron watches all this briefly before mirroring Gateau's actions, only he is as far away from his teammate as possible.

What you are
Is the devil in the sweet, sweet kiss

Like a good big brother, I should play matchmaker, and stop this frustrating game before it drives me insane. But I won't, because I know that's not what Marron wants. Though I don't see what he sees in that big brute anyways. Oh great, Chocolate and Tira are fighting to see who's tent gets set up next to mine. Time to play mediator, though I know I'll end up harmed in some fashion. As long as they're not harming each other. . .

What you are
Is missing a piece

The camp has been set. We sit and eat, and even though everything seems normal, I notice that something isn't right. And I think the others know this as well. Something has to be done, but no one knows what it is. If only I could give some answers, but unfortunately that's not my place.

What you are
Is a puzzle to me

If only I could tell Gateau how my brother really feels, and why he acts the way does. But it's solely up to you. I wish I could explain why, but this is something you have to do on your own. Gateau, just love him.

Don't trust me
Trust you...
Up to you...
Trust you...

To Be Continued. . .

ReiAkari's muse: Dave, Dave, Dave, Matthews, Matthews, Matthews. You will love him. . .
ReiAkari: WHAT ARE YOU DOING! GET IN MY BRAIN NOW YOUNG LADY! LEAVE ANTHY ALONE!!
ReiAkari's muse: B-b-but
ReiAkari: Don't want to hear it. We've got a fic to finish. You can harass Anthy later. . . *ReiAkari leaves with her muse*
Anthy's muse: Dave, Dave, Dave, Matthews, Matthews, Matthews . . . we've got a series to finish. Damn you Rei's muse! You're going down!

Author's Note: 1,000 apologies with the muse dialogue, its 4 am and ReiAkari and I are running soley on caffeine and Smarties!! ^_^ Part 3 coming soon!!~Anthy