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A goldfish is a goldfish.
But nomatter how insignificant Seimei considered it, the thing was still Ritsuka's 'beloved' goldfish. And thus, it must be saved. Now, the question was, how?
Seimei's ears twitched in slight annoyance as he watched his brother's dear fish lay still in it's clear fishbowl, it's supposed corpse floating to the surface of the water. He sighed. Ritsuka would not be happy.
Pacing around the fishbowl, he pondered what to do. Seimei assumed he should have sped to the pet store and bought another one as fast as he could, but strangely enough, he couldn't.
It was a goldfish; easily found, and easily replaced. However, it was also Ritsuka's Sei-chan, as the boy had named it. Seimei could have bought a thousand new fish and called it Sei-chan. That didn't mean it would be Ritsuka's Sei-chan.
Seimei stared again, now frustrated. From what he knew, the goldfish was happier than most of the other occupants in the house, there wasn't a reasonable explaination for its sudden death. If that was true than maybe...
Seimei rolled up his sleeves and carefully poked the fish. Nothing. He poked it again. Still nothing. He gently put both hands in the fish bowl and scooped the goldfish up, quickly dropping it into a large cup filled with cold water. He watched, he prayed, he couldn't believe he was fussing over a tiny goldfish.
Again, nothing and Seimei considered leaving the fish be. If all else failed than he would ignore his conscience and buy a new Sei-chan. He was only human, after all. He could not ressurect the dead.
Though, even as he thought this, Seimei could not bring himself to flush the small pet. Seimei could not bring himself to purchase a new one. So he stared at the unmoving goldfish until minutes later when Ritsuka walked through the kitchen doorframe.
Ritsuka stared at his brother, then the cup, then his brother, and then the cup again. "Seimei...What happened to Sei-chan?"
"...He--"
As if that was a signal of some sort, Sei-chan suddenly twitched. The cursed thing sprung into life, seemingly from out of the blue, and it swam and swirled and dove. By all means, it did not look dead.
"He's fine," Seimei lied. "I was just going to change his water."
Ritsuka smiled. "I thought you didn't like Sei-chan."
Seimei held the cup up. "I don't think he likes me much either."
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My writing is still as choppy as ever. Damnit! My fics have NO fluency!...But...would you be so kind as to review?8D