Kitsune-Warrior-Lady159: Hey everybody! This is my first story posted on I had

To delete it so I could redo the disclaimer. This story was written as a result of utter

boredom in English class. Now! On to the disclaimer! Shou! Get over here!

Shou: Ahh! Don't kill me!

Kitsune-Warriorlady159: Just do the darn disclaimer.

Shou: Fine. Kitsune-Warrior-Lady159 does not own Yuugioh GX. If she did,

(reads cue card) Judai and Shou would be ditching class all the time so they could snog

in empty closets. WHAT?

Kitsune-Warrior-Lady159: That's for my good friend Labi. She hates yaoi.

If you're reading this Labi: JUDAI+SHOU FOREVA!

Shou: You're going down bitch! Prepare to meet your doom! WINDSCAR!

Kitsune-Warrior-Lady159: Ryo! Your little brother still thinks he's Inu-yasha.

Ryo: Damn. All of those therapy sessions for nothing.

Kitsune-Warrior-Lady159: On with the ficcy! I won't be here 'cuz it's my turn to drive

Shou to his therapists office!

A Brother's Apology

Fubuki walked along the beach, doing something he didn't do often. Yes,

Fubuki Tenjoin was thinking. He ran his hand through his hair and sighed. 'Why does all

the bad crap happen during the holidays?' He had a good reason to think that. His best

friend, Ryou, was the poster boy for holiday depression. That having been said,

Fubuki was beyond worried. He hadn't been showing up for class, but hey, an obelisk can

get away with murder for crying out loud! Besides that, he locked himself in his room

and wouldn't let anyone in, Fubuki included. He cried himself to sleep. Not a little

"pitiful sniffling," as Ryou called it when talking about his little brother, but poorly

muffled sobs. Fubuki stared out at the sunset. 'Man, I can't believe Ryou didn't come

out to watch the sunset tonight. He turned to the obelisk blue dorms and began to walk

back, until a familiar voice shook him out of his trance. "Hey Fubuki, wait up!

Fubuki looked to the right, and saw Ryou's younger brother, Shou. "Hey Shou." "Fubuki,

I need to talk to you." Fubuki detected the urgency in the fifteen year old's voice. "Okay

Shou, I'm listening" "It's about my brother. I think something's wrong with him"

"How do you know?" 'Alright. I'm officially freaked out.' Fubuki didn't know why, but

he was beginning to think that Ryou and Shou were once closer than Yugi Moto and

Katsuya Jounouchi were. "I-I had a dream last night." "Yeah, so what happened in said

dream?" "I remember walking by the obelisk blue dorms, and I heard something that

sounded almost like a sob. I looked up, and I saw a cyber end dragon on the roof. It

looked dull and tarnished. I somehow floated up to the roof, and it turned to look at me.

Suddenly it started to glow, and the light got so bright that I had to turn away. When the

light faded, I saw Ryou instead of the dragon. He looked younger, around twelve, and he

was crying. I walked over to him, and he stood up. He choked out the words "I'm sorry,"

and then he flung himself off of the roof." Fubuki watched as Shou sank to his knees.

'Damn. I wish I was better at handling these kinds of situations' He hesitated, and then

gathered Shou up in his arms. "I-it's okay Shou. He's fine. You don't have to worry"

"NO! He's not okay! I have to help him! Even if I have to do it on my own!"

Fubuki sat on the ground, his eyes widened in shock, looking on as Shou ran towards the

obelisk blue dorms. In the remaining sunlight, Fubuki could see the tears falling from his

face. 'He yelled in my face. I didn't know Shou could even get that angry. Well, I'm just

gonna have to cross my fingers, and hope that Shou can help Ryou.' He thought before

falling off to sleep.