Title: Shinjitsu No Uta
Author: Brittany67
Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation or any of the Gravitation character. I do however own Kuraku, Kumo, Kouya, Mitsushi and Jun.
WARNING: Some of the Inuyasha characters maybe OCC.
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Kumo and Mitsushi stood outside of a display window of a game shop. Kumo's face was pushed against the clear window, breathing hard against the glass, making the window fog up. He had to repeatedly wipe the window to see the games again. Mitsushi bounced a blue ball on the ground beside him; he didn't any attention to his brother. He had got use to his brother ways along time ago.
"Man, if I didn't get the new Television set then I would be able to get that new G unit game." Kumo drooled, thinking about the new X box game. Wiping the drool from his mouth and looked down at the redheaded boy. "What do you want to do, Shi?"
Mitsushi shrugged his shoulder and continued bouncing the pretty blue ball." I don't know. What do you want to do?"
Kumo mimicked Mitsushi's shrug and turned back to the game shop window. "I want to buy a game real quick. Stay here okay. I'll be back in a second."
The redhead boy stared up at his brother for a moment and turned his main attention back to his toy with a nod. "Okay."
"Great! I'll be right back. So don't move from this spot. Okay." The young man walked into the game shop, but kept his attention close on Mitsushi. He didn't want anything to happen to his little brother. Mitsushi was the only one he had left in the world. Not including his sister, who was in France doing who knows what.
Mitsushi throw the ball up and blinked in surprise when ball landed in the middle of the road. He bit his lip nervously and glanced at through the window. Kumo's voice went suddenly through his head. I'll be right back. So don't move from this spot
Mitsushi was stuck with two choices. 1. Ignore his brother's wishes and go get his ball from the street before a car runs it over. 2. Stay in one spot and wait like a good little brother.
The redheaded boy shook his head and decided to take choice number one. He wanted his ball now. Mitsushi ignored the small voice in the back of his head and walked into the street. As he got closer to his toy, a car turned the corner shapely. He closed his eyes tightly and waited for the car to hit him when suddenly he was pushed out the way.
Kumo held an unconscious Mitsushi in his arms, wincing as he sat up from the ground. His left arm felt like someone hit it with a hammer. He glared at the driver, who was getting out of the car. The driver had long black hair that came to his waist and was wearing a black baseball cap. He had violet eyes that were staring angrily at Kumo.
"Hey you should watch where you're going next time! You almost hit my little brother!" Kumo shouted angrily standing up from the ground, still holding the unconscious Mitsushi in his right hand.
"I should watch where I'm going? That boy was in the middle of the street. If you were watching him maybe he wouldn't have almost got hit!" The black- hair driver shouted back in Kumo's face. The redheaded young man's face turned red with anger, completely forgetting about his left arm.
"I was watching him! If you wasn't driving so fast maybe you could have seen him." Kumo accused pointing a finger at the driver and winced in pain. A flash of concern flicked in the driver's eyes and it disappeared as fast as it came.
"What's wrong with your arm?" The black-haired man demanded looking at the arm; Kumo was holding it against his chest, a look of anguish on his face.
"Why do you care?" Kumo glanced suspiciously at the other man. One minute he was shouting at Kumo and the next minute he was concerned. If Kumo didn't know any better, he would have thought the other man was insane.
"Feh, I don't care. I just don't want to have Kagome on my back for not helping a injured person." The black-haired man huffed, crossing his arms and looking away like he didn't care.
"I think it's broken." Kumo confessed painfully looking at the black-haired man. "Can you take me to the hospital?"
"You want me to take you after you shouted at me? No way." The driver asked shaking is head with a frown. Kumo winced biting his trying to forget the pain when the driver spoke again, "... Fine, come on."
"What?!" The redheaded man looked up at the driver in surprise, who was opening his car door. "B-But I thought-"
"Just get in the car before change my mind and leave your ass. Here. With a broken arm."
Kumo picked up his speed and got into the car, but with special caution not to bump his injured arm or drop his brother.
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"What do mean you hit someone?" A calm yet irritated voice demanded into the phone.
"It's what it exactly means Sesshomaru. A little boy came out of nowhere and I almost hit him, if it wasn't for his brother." Yasha explained into the pay phone, fidgeting nervously. "It wasn't my fault!"
"Hn."
Yasha clenched his fist tightly and gritted his teeth in anger. For some reason it felt like everyone was putting everything against him. Kagome was ignoring him because she believed he was ignoring her. His father yelling at him about having more responsibility. Now Sesshomaru was blaming him for the car accident. He suddenly felt like hitting something to calm his nerves.
"It wasn't my fault. I'm telling you." Yasha growled. He was upset that his brother didn't believe him.
Sesshomaru sighed into the phone and pinched the bridge of his nose. He was getting a headache having to deal with his little brother all the time.
"I believe you, Yasha. How hurt is the boy?"
"Just a sprained arm." Yasha said casually twirling the phone cord around his finger.
"Yasha."
"Yes."
"You do realize this is half of your fault."
"Feh, if the boy weren't in the way he wouldn't have almost be hit." Yasha replied stubbornly crossing him arms, pouting slightly. He would rather cut off his nose before he admitted the accident was half his fault.
"I hope you also realize your going to be punished for this." Sesshomaru remarked tucking a stray hair behind his ear.
"Yeah." Yasha sighed in defeat into the phone.