I know it's short...but it's been sooo long. I don't even know what my original idea for this story was... but here. Take this meager chapter and enjoy.

The next day, the Tezuka brothers were nowhere to be found.

"Where's Ochibi?" Kikumaru asked as he hung off of Oishi.

"Rinko called, she said they won't be coming back for two weeks."

"Why?"

--

Tezuka scowled at the ceiling as Ryoma paced around the ceiling.

"She can't keep up us locked in here!"

"Okaa-san's a lawyer, the law is afraid of her."

Ryoma glared with blazing gold eyes. "It's illegal!"

Tezuka sat up, "She's Rinko, everyone is scared of her!"

Ryoma sighed in defeat and fell onto Tezuka's bed. "Wah, Kunimitsu, I wanna play tennis."

"Not until she lets us out," Tezuka laid back down. He absently picked at the bandage on his face, it was itchy.

Their door opened and Rinko walked in with a somber expression on her face. "Now, I know you two love each other very much," Ryoma snorted and Tezuka pushed him off the bed. Rinko stopped and glared at them.

"Gomen," They mumbled.

"Now, back to what I was saying. Your father and I have decided to put you boys in therapy to be able to be closer to each other."

"We don't need therapy."

"Yadda," Ryoma folded his arms and stuck his nose in the air.

Flames erupted from behind Rinko, yet she stayed as cool as ice. "You're going-"

"Yadda-,"

"You're-,"

"No-,"

"Go-,"

"NAH-,"

"ING!" She lunged at Ryoma and sat on him. "You're going!" She grinned evilly. "Are you okay with that Kunimitsu?"

She opened her eyes and saw Tezuka already packing his clothes.

"Yes, all you need to do is just ship us off!" He laughed nervously as he began to pack for Ryoma.

"Now Ryoma, why can't you be like Kuni?"

"'Cuz he's boring."

She pinched Ryoma under his arm. "OUCH!"

--

Tezuka handed their bags over to the man who was loading everything onto the train.

Ryoma was behind him looking half dead, it was six in the morning, on a Saturday no less!

When they were in their seats, Ryoma turned towards his older brother. "Why were you so eager to leave?"

"Think about it now, even though I know your brain isn't working fully yet. This is a whole two weeks without Okaa-san and Otou-san breathing down our necks."

Ryoma's eyes widened and he began dancing in his seat. "VACATION!!!"

--

Oishi sighed as he ordered everyone to run twenty laps. What happened to the Tezuka brothers? He couldn't help it as his mother side kicked in.

"Ryuuzaki-sensei, did you hear anything from them?"

"Ah, they're in Okinawa for 'sibling therapy'. Rinko told me just now," Sumire said as she rubbed her temples. "For two weeks they'll be gone."

Oishi's brows furrowed. 'Hn, I hope they're okay.'

Momoshiro fell onto his back after his race with Kaidoh to see who could finish first. Kaidoh cheated. That was his view and it was true dammit. The snake cheated because he ran so many damn marathons.

Inui came up behind him, "Momoshiro-kun, you lost, so try my new Super Deluxe Brotherly Love Inui Juice. I originally created it for Tezuka and Ryoma-kun, however, they aren't here and you and Kaidoh fight like they do. It should have the same results!"

Momo turned an interesting shade of green/blue/white/ and red and ran out of the courts.

"NEEEEVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!"

Inui let out a depressed sigh. "Oh Kaidoh-chan, I have a new 100% fruit juice for you to try!" He sang as he floated over to the hissing boy.

"FSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!" Kaidoh ran away as fast as he could.

--

"And your names are…," The kind receptionist requested once Tezuka and Ryoma arrived at the large facilities.

"Tezuka Kunimitsu and Ryoma," Tezuka said as he grabbed Ryoma by the collar. The little bug was wondering away to look at some things.

"Oh, you must be the brother's we're expecting," The portly woman said. She readjusted her thick glasses and brushed her gray hair aside. "Okay, I'll just print out your schedules and give you the room keys." The printer next to her started to print something and she pulled out to room keys.

She also handed them each a packet of like fifty papers. "These are just some papers that have info about this place and a map of each building."

Tezuka put his hand over Ryoma's mouth before thank the lady. He checked the keys, room 212. They went to the elevators and pressed the button for the second floor. They set their bags down once they arrived in the light blue room with two beds.

"It's like a hotel."

"We're not going to be here for a year."

Ryoma threw a glare at his aniki before going into the bathroom.

--

"Okay now, your parents have signed you up for private sessions. That means that it will just be you two and the therapist. No one else, by the way, I'm your therapist. I'm Kurakima Sutako."

Ryoma snickered behind his hand. Tezuka looked at him, "Her name is Taco."

"It's Kurakima Sutako."

"It's still Taco," Ryoma snorted. Tezuka pushed him out of the chair and sat back.

Sutako looked at them, ah did they need help.

"We'll begin right now. First off, I'll need you to write a paragraph on each other that shows all of the negative things."

The thirty-something year old woman handed them each some paper and pens and let them write.

After ten minutes, they handed in the papers and she read over them.

'…They have issues.'

Each had written three pages with nothing but the negatives about the other.

"Well, I'll pick something from each list and I'll have you elaborate. Now, Ryoma-kun, you said that Kunimitsu-kun was 'frozen'. What do you mean?"

"Well, he's frozen. I mean, look at that face. The only expressions he has are serious, mildly annoyed, irritated, and bored. How bland," Ryoma stuck his tongue out in a gagging manner. "No flavor to him at all."

"Kunimitsu-kun, you said that Ryoma-kun was…uh…that's awfully mean of you. Let's try a next word."

Ryoma nearly jumped her, but managed to stay on the nice couch. "What'd he say?"

"I can't believe you kiss your mother with that mouth, honestly." Sutako tried to put the paper out of Ryoma's reach, but he caught it in time.

Gold eyes scanned the paper before Ryoma turned red in anger and embarrassment.

"HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT!?"

Tezuka shrugged with a bored look on his face.

"THIS. MEANS. WAR!"