Title: Six.
Series: "Samurai Deeper Kyo"
Disclaimer: Akimine Kamijyo owns.
Warnings: Language, domestic violence (but in a good way)
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Hotaru, family.
Rating: PG.

Anna stared in horror. Her brain could not process what she just witnessed. The thought of what the hellrepeated through her mind, eyes wide. She licked her dry lips and managed to grind out, "What the hell, Anthony?!"

Anthony looked up, wiping the corners of his mouth on a clean cloth. "Eh?" He said around a mouthful a food. Keikoku looked up at well, his chopsticks at his lips. The two them had been in the middle of another race, rice pieces going in every direction, sauce splattering on their clothes and faces.

"You pigs!" She screamed, grabbing the now empty rice container and hurled it hard into the back of her brother's head. She was pleased when he hit the ground, knocked over by the momentum of the projectile. "You and Keikoku better clean this up!" She shouted, furious and disgusted.

Yuan was grinning and laughing, his hand gripping his hair. "Oh, jeez, you two better listen to her," he said, edging away from the scene.

"And you!" Anna rounded on Yuan, poking him hard in the chest. "They're your brother and student! Control them before I hurt you as well!" She turned around sharply and disappeared into the kitchen.

Pouting, Yuan shrugged and said, "Yea, you two need to learn to at least race cleanly. Anna'll have my head and then both of you are screwed," he said, grinning.

Keikoku shrugged, taking a bite of his food, the race forgotten. "Anna's scary," he stated.

"Yea," Yuan agreed. "She scares me, too."

Anthony nearly smirked, lifting himself back up into a kneeling position. "Yuan of the Taishirou, afraid of his little sister. What would the other Taishirou think?"

Yuan's lip curled. "Yea, let 'em taunt. They didn't nearly have their damn skull cracked from a bowl." He snorted, mood ruined and looked away. "Fuck 'em."

"Anna could take them," Keikoku said, taking a sip of water.

The brothers smirked then, nodding. "True," Yuan said, mood renewed. "She could."

Mind wandering, Keikoku looked at his chopsticks. "I'm tired."

"Go to sleep?" Anthony suggested, familiar to the attention span of his brother's student. To his surprise, however, Keikoku nodded and promptly curled up into a fetal position right there beside the table.

Yuan's eyebrows rose. "He meant in your room."

"It's next to Marian and Lilian's. They're loud," Keikoku said by way of explaining.

"Is that why you're always sleeping in my room?" Anthony asked, lifting himself to his knees to peer over the table at Keikoku. When he nodded, Anthony's lips twitched. "I see."

Yuan, however, seemed to find this amusing—then again, what didn't, Anthony wondered. "Ah, jeez, you're hopeless."

Anthony looked over to his brother, an eyebrow raised. By the soft breathing coming from Keikoku, he realized that the younger boy had fallen asleep. "By the way... how old is he?"

Beneath the blindfold, Yuan blinked. "Er, he was, what, six when I found him? Six plus nine is fifteen. He's probably almost sixteen."

Wrinkling his nose, Anthony said, "He acts six."

"Yea, but, he's good at it."

"He's fucking annoying."

Both Anthony and Yuan had to dodge two bowls that were hurled in their direction followed by a shout of, "Language!"

Hands above his head to avoid any other bowls, Yuan looked to his younger brother and said, "Scary."

"Scarier than all of the Taishirou combined," Anthony corrected.

Yuan couldn't have agreed more.