A/N: This chapter is for fun (I needed a break from the plot) and is an insight into the fantasies of some of the Asahina brothers. I already told two readers I was thinking about doing this, so I figured I should actually do it.

Omake: The Asahina brothers' secret thoughts on their cruise

Tsubaki

The first night on the cruise, Tsubaki lay on his bed thinking about his decision to pretend to be Ema's boyfriend earlier. What if Ema had been hiding feelings for him rather than always seeing him as her older brother? Then that conversation might have gone very differently…

Ema cowered back from the group of guys surrounding her, obviously upset at their attention. Tsubaki shouldered his way through them, wrapping a protective arm around Ema's waist and pulling her to him. Ema looked up at Tsubaki in surprise, relief on her face as she placed her hands on his chest.

"Hey, who are you?" One of the punks demanded, looking Tsubaki up and down. "What right do you have to interfere?"

"What right?" Tsubaki asked, tightening his hold on Ema. "She's mine. You losers aren't even fit to look at her. Why don't you run along and leave my girlfriend alone."

The guys grumbled and looked upset, but left after casting one last glance at Ema.

Ema blushed as she stared at her hands on his chest. "Ema," Tsubaki said gently, lifting her chin to make her look him in the eyes. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yes," Ema said, gratitude in her eyes as she looked at Tsubaki, then she looked away again, as though to hide the disappointment in her eyes. "You don't have to explain about calling me your girlfriend—I know you just did it to protect your little sister."

Tsubaki's chest tightened at the look in Ema's eyes. He wanted to take that look of disappointment away from her. "What if that's not it?" Tsubaki asked and Ema's eyes swung back to his in surprise.

"What do you mean?" Ema asked, looking cautious as she searched his eyes.

"I mean," Tsubaki began, moving his hand from her chin to stroke her hair, "that you are the most incredible woman I've ever met, Ema. I can't think of you as my little sister anymore. I've tried but…" He cut himself off and shook his head. "I want you by my side Ema, as my girlfriend. I can't accept anything less."

"Tsubaki," Ema gasped.

"I'm sorry," Tsubaki said, starting to turn away. "I understand if you're disappointed in me—"

"No!" Ema said, her hands bunching in Tsubaki's shirt to stop him from turning away. He looked at her in surprise to see her face flushed red. "I—I can't think of you as my brother either," she confessed. "All I can think about is you, Tsubaki-kun."

Tsubaki breathed a sigh of relief before smiling and cupping Ema's face with his hands. "Then is it okay if I do this?" He asked before lowering his head and kissing her. He heard Ema inhale sharply before the hands fisted in his shirt pulled him closer to her. Tsubaki made a sound of approval and Ema's hand moved up to curl around his neck.

Tsubaki pulled back and gazed down at Ema. She was adorably flushed and had a dazed look in her eyes as she blinked up at Tsubaki. Then she seemed to realize where they were and she hid her face in Tsubaki's chest. "Tsubaki-kun," she whispered. "We're on the top deck!"

Tsubaki chuckled. "Does that mean you'd rather we moved this to your room instead?" Ema's eyes widened and—

"Oye, Tsubaki!" Azusa called, throwing a pillow at his twin. "Have you seen Yusuke's sunglasses?"

"What?" Tsubaki demanded, ripping the pillow off him and sitting up in bed. He was irritated at his thoughts being interrupted.

"I asked if you've seen Yusuke's sunglasses. We can't find them and wanted to know if you took them. I called your name like three times."

"I was asleep," Tsubaki lied. "And I don't know where his stupid sunglasses are."

Azusa

The second night of the cruise, Azusa kept running Ema's actions from earlier through his mind. Remembering what it felt like to have her arm wrapped around his waist and her hand on his chest. Just thinking about it made his heart pound and his skin flush. He was crushed when Ema said that she was following the same thing Tsubaki had done for her the previous day (which still made Azusa wonder just what liberties Tsubaki had taken in touching Ema), but what if that hadn't been the real reason behind Ema's actions? What if Ema had actually been jealous of the attention that Azusa was getting…

"We could show you a good time," the ringleader of the bikini brigade said as she pushed herself against Azusa. He tried to ease away from her, beyond uncomfortable with how close she was to him. Suddenly, an arm wrapped around his waist and a hand appeared on his chest. Azusa jumped and turned to see…Ema. His heart immediately started pounding and he wondered what she was doing, though to be honest, he wasn't sure he cared so long as she kept touching him.

"Sorry I took so long, Azusa-kun," Ema apologized. "I didn't mean to keep you waiting."

Azusa blinked down at Ema, having no idea what she was talking about, but more than happy to play along. "That's fine," he said, wrapping his arm around Ema. "I was worried that you might not feel up to coming out after last night." He leaned down to kiss the top of Ema's head, sliding a look at the women still around them. "We did have a long night last night."

The ringleader's face flushed in anger as she fisted her hands and glared at Ema. The rest of the women grumbled about Azusa not mentioning that he had a girlfriend before all of them walked away.

"I'm sorry," Ema murmured, looking down at the deck and blushing.

"Why are you apologizing?" Azusa asked in surprise, covering Ema's hand on his chest with his own. "You saved me."

"I—I just saw all those women around you and I got mad," Ema confessed, looking shyly up at Azusa. "I don't know what came over me…I just wanted to make them all leave."

"What are you saying?" Azusa asked, pulling Ema into the shadow of some stairs. "That you were jealous?"

Ema looked down at the deck again and nodded. Azusa smiled, tilting Ema's chin up until she looked at him again. "And you think I'd react any differently if I saw a bunch of guys around you?" Ema's eyes widened in surprise. "I'd go crazy with jealousy if I saw another guy touching you," Azusa confessed.

"You would?" Ema asked, her eyes lighting up happily.

Azusa nodded as he ran his hands up Ema's bare back. She shivered at the touch and stepped closer to him. "Only I am allowed to touch you," he declared before kissing her. Ema's arms wrapped around his neck and he pulled her closer to him, intoxicated by the feel of them touching skin to skin.

Azusa tilted his head, his lips encouraging Ema to open her mouth. Ema complied, her nails digging into his neck with the barest of pressure. Then Ema slowly pulled away. "Azusa-kun, we-we're only in our swimsuits," Ema stuttered, her face flushed red.

"Mmm, yes we are," Azusa agreed, moving one hand from Ema's back to run it lightly along her bare thigh. "Doesn't that just make it more fun?"

Ema's eyes widened and her blush deepened before her eyes slid closed and she lifted her face—

"What do you think they'll serve for dessert tomorrow?" Tsubaki's voice asked, breaking through Azusa's fantasy.

"What?" Azusa asked.

"Dessert. Tomorrow. I wonder what it will be. Tonight's was awesome."

"I'm sure it will be great," Azusa said, trying to keep the irritation out of his voice as he rolled over and closed his eyes again, trying to recapture the image he had before Tsubaki interrupted him.

Ukyo

Ukyo couldn't help but be irritated as he went to bed. How was he supposed to keep his calm with other men ogling the woman he loved in a bikini? They should have taken a skiing vacation instead of going on a cruise. The only way this vacation could redeem itself would be if it provided Ukyo with an opportunity to get closer to Ema…

"Ukyo-kun?" Ema asked tentatively, coming up to him with a delicate blush on her face.

"Yes, Ema-chan, what is it?" Ukyo asked, setting his book down on his lounge chair.

"Well…" Ema looked down at the deck nervously, her blush deepening as she looked back up at Ukyo from underneath her eyelashes. "I was wondering if you would help me put sunscreen on."

Ukyo's throat went dry at the thought of touching Ema while she was dressed in a bikini, but he reminded himself that Ema was asking him as her brother, not as anything else. He had to clear his throat before he could say, "Of course. Sit down right here." He moved his legs to make room for Ema, holding his hand out for the sunscreen bottle.

Ema handed the bottle over, a grateful look on her face. She turned and sat, giving her back to Ukyo.

Ukyo felt the back of his neck heating up as he poured sunscreen into his hands. He had to take a deep breath to steady himself before reaching forward and gently rubbing the lotion onto Ema's shoulders.

Ema jumped at the touch and turned just enough that Ukyo could see the light blush on her cheeks. "Sorry," she murmured quietly, "I'm a bit sensitive."

"That's fine," Ukyo said, his voice unconsciously deepening. He tried to make his touch lighter as he moved down from her shoulders, but Ema still shivered occasionally at his touch. Ukyo idly thought to himself that he should probably do this as quickly as possible, but he couldn't stop himself from slowing down instead.

He rubbed harder as he moved to Ema's lower back. Ema gasped, then made a sound like she was stifling a moan. Ukyo's face flamed red as he paused. Was it possible that Ema thought of him as something other than a stepbrother? That she'd asked for his help over his brothers because of these feelings? And that she was struggling not just because she was sensitive, but because it was him touching her?

Ukyo moved closer to Ema as he finished rubbing the lotion into her lower back, coming close enough that his breath brushed the back of her neck. He was paying close attention and smiled when Ema's breath hitched. Slowly, Ukyo bent down until his lips brushed where Ema's shoulder met her neck. Ema gave a small gasp. "Ukyo," she breathed.

Ukyo took that as an invitation, pressing his lips harder against the back of Ema's neck and kissing down the top of her spine. The quiet, delicate moans Ema made as Ukyo did this made him want her more. He gave her one last kiss right above the strap of the top of her bikini before wrapping one arm around her waist and pulling her against him. Ema turned partially, tangling one hand in Ukyo's hair as she arched her back to bring her lips closer to—

"The back of your neck is really red," Kaname announced in surprise as he walked into their room. "Did you get sunburned today?"

"It's just the lighting in the room," Ukyo scowled, covering the back of his neck with a hand and turning his head so that Kaname wouldn't see how red his face was. His brothers had the worst timing.

Kaname

Kaname lay in bed, berating himself for almost losing control that day. He'd need to make sure that he didn't put himself into tempting situations like that in the future. He didn't want to think about what could have happened if he'd kissed Ema. He could have lost her trust. But still, there wasn't any harm in him just imagining a different outcome to such a situation…

Kaname stared down at Ema while they were in the ocean, Ema on the ground with him straddling her. He felt breathless at the thought of wanting to kiss her. The laughter from their play left Ema's eyes as she stared up at his serious eyes. "Kaname," she whispered. That was all the encouragement Kaname needed. He wrapped one hand around the back of Ema's head, partially pulling her from the water, before sealing her lips with his.

He pulled back to check Ema's expression and make sure this was okay with her. She gazed up at him in wonderment. "You know," he whispered, speaking so close to Ema that his breath brushed her lips as he maintained eye contact with her, "there are other fun things a man and woman could be doing at a time like this."

Ema blushed as she stared up at him and Kaname wondered what she would do, then she whispered, "Show me."

Kaname wrapped his arms around Ema and flipped them, so that he was sitting up with Ema straddling him. Ema gasped at the quick movement and Kaname ran his hands up her thighs, her waist, her back, until he was cupping her shoulders. He bent down and kissed her collarbone before kissing his way up her neck.

Ema tangled her hands in his hair as she tilted her head back to give him better access. "K-Kaname," she moaned.

He kissed his way back down her throat, gently biting her collarbone before swirling his tongue against her neck, tasting the saltwater on her skin. Ema shivered against him and he—

"Whoo! Best game of trivia ever!" Yusuke announced as he threw open the door to their room. "I totally beat Tsubaki!"

Kaname let out an irritated growl and threw a pillow at Yusuke's face.

"Hey!" Yusuke exclaimed. "What was that for? Don't blame me just because you decided to go to bed early. You could have stayed out and played with us rather than going to bed like an old man."

"Just go to bed," Kaname commanded.

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed! Chapter 22 will be posted sometime tomorrow.