My Beautiful Brother
The sun was glaring into the cool autumn dawn, lighting the hospital ward into a light glowing orange. The orange coloured the two blondes, one laying on the bed and the other by the side. Two streaks of tears were flowing down their face, remorse and sadness that blew the coldness on their sleeping faces.
The girl churned and woke up when the light blazed into her layer, streaming a bloody colour of redness. She sat up immediately and wiped away those annoying tears, only to find that her brother was sleeping beside her.
Kori didn't budge, nor did she try to move away from him. She moved her fingers into his hair, slowly sliding his fringes into a much neater position so that she could see his face.
Still no matter how much hatred there might be, she loved her brother. The same person who wanted her well-being even if she decides to hate him forever.
Kori shifted herself, pushing her body so that she could lie onto the bed in a sitting position. Then, lifting the blanket into a wave pattern, she covered Touma into the warmth of the blanket. Touma snuggled into the blanket, pulling the blanket close to him as he felt the warmth, like a slithering cold-blooded hounding for warmth.
Without much thinking, Kori wrapped her arms around her sleeping brother and embraced him. Sobbing quietly as the memories of them together during the darker days drew pictures of hurt and pain into her mind. She was just tired of being the murderer and the victim of her life and many others. She knew she had hurt Touma deep, deeper than the depths of the oceans. Yet, she felt as victimize as him.
There was nothing she could do then, nothing. When she finally opened her eyes, she was already covered with blood from head to toe, and Touma was already in front of her, staring and screaming at the scene.
The girl wished that she was caught by the police, to be punished for her sins. She doesn't want to live as a sinner. She does not want to suffer in all these anymore.
Miyashi, he was the one who took Kori away from the police proving that she had a serious condition of clinical depression and that her parents were abusers. Tearing her sleeves down one by one, even though she rejected violently.
Kori picked herself up again, slowly recovering herself from the pain within. She picked up her arms, looking at the bandages that covered the hatred red in it. She knew they would be in stitches now, those like what you'll see after a plastic surgery. Kori knew her brother cared, using plastic surgery to recover the beautiful pale skin of hers. But no matter what is done to it, there will always be a scar left; the scar that will always pop the memory back into her mind.
Kori allowed her eyes to drift around the space. Looking for an answer of how she got back there again, when Touma suddenly jerked and blinked his eyes.
"Kori?" Touma whispered when he saw Kori sitting on the bed.
Kori did not really reply, a nod of acknowledgement acknowledged his presence but then, nothing else.
Touma sighed, holding his breath when Kori turned and looked at him in the eyes. What he saw was not only a beautiful, but a soft pair of eyes.
The girl shifted her body again, much more closer to the blonde. Touma didn't tried to stop her, just watched confusingly, until his sister wrapped her arms around him and cried.
Touma didn't budge, just like as before. When they were much younger, Kori used to do that too. Even if she was badly beaten up by her father, Touma was always there for her. Always opening a way into her heart, until it finally shuts down when he was forced to laugh with sympathy by their father.
Touma held his sister tight, realizing that she was shaking in his arms. He initially thought that was a panic attack, but finally understood that Kori didn't want him to go as her arms tightened.
"Please Touma, don't leave me alone."
The blonde was stunned, finding the girl to say that. Nevertheless, he pulled her in, tugging her into the warmth of his body.
"I'll never leave you unless you want me to, Kori."
Kori grabbed onto the material on his coat, sobbing into it. It had been a long time since she did that, Kori felt like it was never ever.
The more she felt her brother's warmth, the more her childhood came back to her. Every time after being torn apart, she always runs into the yard, where Touma would always followed her hugging her as soon as he found her spot. He would use his thumbs to wipe away the tears, kissing her forehead when she stopped crying.
Kori wasn't sure now, Touma will never do that again. That's what she had given up on, even if she yearned for it.
Touma gazed at the crying girl. Her tears were almost dry now. The blonde slowly ran his fingers through her soft silky hair, pulling her close to him. Then, without Kori's consent, he kissed her on lips, licking it gently as he touch the brim.
"I love you, Kori. I do now and will be forever. This is the first and might be the last. I'm your brother, Kori. Let me know you're all right, at least."
He stood up and broke the embrace, leaving the girl sitting restlessly on the bed.
Kori held both her hands together, and then slowly moved them to touch her lips. Maybe she was just being shocked or she's crazy, she actually felt thankful. She felt thankful that she felt warmth in their relationship. Touma IS her brother, her beautiful loving brother.
Just as Touma was to leave, Kori bounced up and held onto her brother.
"Did I say you could leave?"
Touma turned around and looked at his sister's face.
Kori gazed into his beautiful yet sorrowful eyes that were now filled with pain as Kori touched him. The girl held onto him tight, unwilling to let go. She grabbed onto his collar and pulled him roughly in, as she stretched her tongue into the little opening in his lips.
Touma was shocked, but his body was going against his mind. His body relaxed and her pulled Kori in more. The both of them were playing mind games, both running their overthrown love and hatred with that kiss.
They both held on each other tight, not wanting to let go in fear of losing their sight. Kori was the first one who broke out to breath, only to say something that meant a lot to her.
"I want you back, brother. I'll never leave your side ever again. Will you accept me?"
Touma smiled and return a nod and a, "Yes, you may, Kori."
Kori smiled.
For years that a true smiled burned on her stress free face, Touma hope it will stay there forever.
Maybe it was just being utterly incest, or they felt it might be the last. The two held on tight and Kori licked on Touma's tender lips.
"Thank You."
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Kori held onto Touma's arm, unwilling to let go. She'd been asleep for hours, yet her grip was still tight, it seems that once she let go of her brother, she might never see him again.
Eiri laughed lightly and stroked the girl's hair gently.
"I know it's gonna be weird when I say this, but she looks cute when she's asleep."
Touma looked at him, then nodded in agreement.
"Yeah."
End
Wow, the chapter is so short yet I took days to finish this babe. I guess I'm just being over emotional in this but I hope that the sibling would finally make up. But the kissing part, don't get me wrong. I just thought it would be the best if Touma let go of the love that he had on her so they could be siblings again. No lemony stuff happens afterward, so that's it.
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