[Mis] Connected Relations

By. KanHima Destiny

Kanba (6), Shouma (6), Himari (3)

"Oii, Kanba! Give me back my toy!"

"No."

"Come on, brother! I said give it back!"

"And I said no."

A red-headed boy, about six-years old, held a toy car high above him, while a slightly shorter boy, who also looked to be six, struggled with all his might to knock the object out of the other kid's hand. The young redhead smirked at the other, enjoying the failed attempts at retrieving his toy back. He didn't like sharing – no matter what it be, it just wasn't in his nature to have something only for another to feel like he or she could use it, too. Could he be blamed for that?

"Kan–ba!" the blue-headed boy stressed in annoyance. "I'm being serious."

"Well, you weren't playing with it."

"I was going to!"

The smirk on the boy's face grew. "Heh. If you want it so bad, then take it from me. Come on, you want it don't you?"

The other boy could do nothing but jump up in desperation, hoping that he'll get his toy back from the meanie he knew as his brother. "Just give it back!"

"Kan-chan. Kan-chan." The redhead suddenly felt something tug on his pants leg. He looked down, not all that surprised to see who it was. "Give Sho-chan his toy back."

Round, amethyst eyes stared back at him, giving him the most adorable pleading eyes he's ever seen. The little girl, about three-years old, held onto the material of his pants with one stubby little hand, while the other held a penguin plushie close to her chest. Her hair, a beautiful shade of orange and brown (he can't think of a proper name to describe it) hung loose around her baby face, her mouth formed a cute pout in his direction.

He felt his resolve quickly diminishing.

He begrudgingly turned his gaze to the boy in front of him, who was giving him a look between annoyance and expectancy. He returned a hard look of his own. The redhead gave the toy in his hand a squeeze, hesitant in giving it up. He really (REALLY) didn't want to give the toy back. And why should he? His brother wasn't playing with it, so that gave him all right to take it from him. But one look to the tiny girl below him told him otherwise.

'Ugh…stupid, Shouma.'

"Kan-chan?"

The boy shoved the toy into his brother's hands. "Fine! You can have it. I don't want it, anymore." He turned his head to the side, to avoid the shocked look his brother's wearing and the big smile he knows the little girl has on.

"Thanks, brother," he heard the boy say to him. He sounded grateful to have his toy back.

"Whatever…"

He hates that his brother won another fight. Hates that the girl came to Shouma's aid, instead of his. Hates, hates, hates that she could make him lose his cool with just a look.

He hates that she's so cute.

Kanba blushed a little from the last thought. He wouldn't admit it, but he had a certain soft spot for the little girl. Nothing she did or said could make him say "no" to her…even if it meant being nice to his wimpy brother.

He felt a tiny hand grab his own. "Kan-chan. Sho-chan. Let's play with the blocks."

He looked to see his brother smiling brightly, down at their sister. "Of course, Himari."

He saw their sister grinning back, her pretty cheeks a rose color. For some reason, this irritated him. It always has. So he gripped her hand tightly, to get her attention, and beamed at her, despite the ugly feelings that gnawed deep within. She smiled at him. But he noticed her smile wasn't as big for him.

"Let's go get the blocks," he told her, pulling her towards the toy box against the living room wall.

Shouma merely stood there, a little perplexed by his brother's attitude, but didn't make a big deal out of it. He proceeded to pick up the toys on the floor to make room for the blocks. He's a good boy, so he knows to pick up after his mess. Kanba, however, doesn't. That's what Shouma is for, after all. So he didn't pay his brother any mind when he and Himari collected the box of blocks and carried it to the area they were at.

The box was dumped over, many colored blocks spilling onto the ground. They each proceeded to divide the pile between one another, making sure there was enough to make whatever it was they wanted without the added hassle of fighting for them. Shouma started building a house– a simple, squared home with yellows for the walls and reds for the roof. He had a toy car beside him, probably to add at the end. Himari, being young and full of unbridled imagination, made a long line of blocks, some ends intersecting and others going out into some unknown destination. Kanba, however, had no clue what to do with his blocks. He looked at the pile before him, racking his brain for some inspiration. But nothing came to mind.

His gaze landed on Shouma's creation. Then onto Himari's.

He had no clue whatsoever what he wanted to build.

You have no future.

He remembered the words his father often told him, before his passing. A sense of dread consumed him. In front of him, Shouma and Himari decided to connect their two creations together, giggling like they shared some unspoken secret. The array of blocks Himari made connected to a flat platform Shouma built under the home.

Reds and blues pointed at many directions, but a straight yellow line was the only connection to the house.

'Home…,' he somberly thought, looking to his new siblings, '…is this my future?'

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A/N: Hey, everyone. Thought I'd try my hand at something new. For one, this doesn't follow the canon storyline. That means no fate vs destiny stuff (other than the metaphorical aspect I'll be incorporating), penguindrums, mysterious penguins following the protagonists, fate trains, ect. Also, Momoka will be alive in this. Sanetoshi will for sure exist (cause he's good for drama). The Takakura siblings' foster parents will be alive, as well.

This story, unlike another I'm working on, will focus on a love between two adopted siblings. So if that gives you the squicks, then...well, I'm not sure why you're even bothering with this fic. It'll explore the workings of unrequited love. I also rated it M because I plan to write more mature stuff for later chapters. But we have a ways to go before that happens. So stay tight, my little perverts.

And while you're at it, review this story and tell me how I did. Kay?