Author's Note: Please forgive all of the hiatuses or haitusi, haitupeople? IDK! So many fics and ideas I cannot ignore! So as a forgiveness seeking gift this shall be a longer, fluff filled chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Black Blood Brothers or Kingdom Hearts. If I did then this would have actually happened in the game.

Jiro's Tale

I simply do not know what to do about Bluefire-chan. She's so... so very...Oh what's the word, different than from the flashes of what I can assume are memories. She looked and acted so innocently, so dependent upon that boy er well I guess me? I don't know, this entire situation just leads me in circles and only causes troublesome headaches. Anyway back to Bluefire-chan, if I can even call her that anymore. She's become so independent, her mind works in a way I cannot even begin to ever figure out over the course of my very long life and yet...I am pushed to try to do so. Find out how her thought process leads her to such complex answers. She can remember sin, cos, and tan for trigonometry and yet she struggles with basic multiplication equations. I'll just have to ask her during our lessons today. Before you even begin to inquire yes I do homeschool her just the same as I do with Kotaro and no I do not delve into subjects such as sexual reproduction and the like. Well perhaps during the free periods of the day when my siblings are free to learn what they wish, but that's beside the point!

Her thirst for knowledge is unquenchable at times, when something piques her interest she will not stop with questions about every detail about it until she recieves a satisfactory answer. I learned this the hard way from our history lesson today, I was trying to explain the basics of the American Revolution to my younger siblings when of course Bluefire-chan asks me a question as per usual.

"Were there any women who disguised themselves as men to try and fight in the war?" She had asked, of course she was at a point in her life when she was starting to see that women could live their lives without the constant support of men.

"I suppose so, but I highly doubt that many women during the time would dare to perform such a feat," I had calmly replied, unknowing the pure chaos I had just unleashed.

"Are you implying that women would not pick up a gun and fight for their right to independence?" She questioned, Kotaro had scooted away from her at this point. I could sense the fear radiating off of him and it left a foul feeling within my stomach.

"No, I am merely saying that women during the time of the American Revolution would not willingly rush into combat to win their freedom. Besides, they wouldn't be able to handle the weight and responsibility of protecting the weak and innocent," I stated, okay perhaps that was a little sexist, but it was true at the time! Women were expected to produce child after child, not become soldiers.

"A woman can handle combat easily! Spartan women were put under rigorous training just as the men were!" She stood up as she used this fact to try and prove her point. I smirked at the attempt to trip me up, but I knew more about history than she knew. I was there for some of the most important moments in history during both the twentieth and twenty-first century.

"Ah but they were only trained to produce strong, healthy boys to become soldiers. They never had women enter the battle zone," I retorted, this was getting exciting. I never had an argument like this in such a long time, only petty ones with Cain. Those never caused such a rush to course through my body.

"Molly Pitcher! She entered the hot zone during the American Revolution to bring water to the soldiers! She also fired a weapon a few times before going back to delivering water," my dear adversary said with pride, so she did read that paper I gave her yesterday.

"So? She was only supporting the real fighters, not being as useful as the men who did the real fighting," I replied, by this point Kotaro had left the room, most likely to call Mimiko to try and stop this quarrel.

"Oh please, women have done real fighting and are capable of doing so. Athena was a goddess of wisdom and was an excellent military tacticioner. Then of course there was Ms. Bonnie Elizabeth Parker of Bonnie and Clyde who had partaken in nefarious criminal activities. Hell even Amelia Earhart was capable of performing aerial stunts which only men had participated in," her response was all over the place, but she did have a point. Women were capable of such things, but then it hit me. The Ace card that trumped all of her information combined.

"Men determine the gender of their offspring," all it took was those few words to have her groan in defeat. I smirked victoriously at her, that's when she lunged at me and started the fight.

The biting, the scratching, the punches and kicks, we both fought hard. She would often hit me in the chest, knocking the wind out of me for a few moments before I would punch her in the left shoulder. This time I missed, fury blinding me and making me hit her right shoulder. Her shriek of pure pain and how quickly she let me go snapped me out of it. She was gripping her shoulder, it was starting to swell and I could see the very tears in those sky blue orbs as her feather light touch brushed past her pale skin. I could tell it was either broken or fractured, I stood up and held a hand out to her. She took it hesitantly and allowed me to lead her into the kitchen, once there I sat her down on the counter. I turned to take an icepack from the fridge, yes even a big tough vampire like me needs icepacks on occasion, and just as I was about to tkae it out I felt her grab onto my coat. I looked aver my shoulder at her, a shy look on her face and a slight blush staining her cheeks.

"I-I'm sorry for hurting you. I must have bruised you from that scuffle back there. Do you think you have it in your heart to forgive me," her voice quivered like a little mouse being cornered by a cat, and in this case I was that cat. I wrapped my arms around her waist, her face pressed into my shoulder, and with some quick handiwork my bare fingers were running down the bare portion of her back. I noticed faint scarring and burn marks on her back, but now wasn't the time to question it. I don't want to hurt my precious baby sister again.

Bluefire's Tale

Jiro-nii-san is a stud muffin. There I said it, he's hot, smexy, a real Adonis among men. His height made him perfect for a shorter woman, his long hair was perfect for running fingers through, and oh god those abs! When he took his shirt off for combat practice, those delicious abs made me drool at the thought of them. I wanted to pour chocolate syrup all over them and lick it off!

"Are you paying attention to anything I am saying at all?" He asked me, I merely shook my head and heard him sigh. He put his hands over mine and stood behind me, I licked my lips before simply letting go of the sword and turing around. He looked so annoyed, aw~ he looks cute that way. I don't have a crush on him or anything, I simply love making him blush and look so defenseless. That's the Jiro-nii-san I remember, a young boy emotionally with an adult mind in a teenager's body. I simply gave him a peck on the cheek before ducking out of his arms and skipping off to find Sora. He's been busy studying lately, he goes to an actual high school with uniforms and the whole shebang. I'm stuck here being taught by my Nii-san from like nine in the morning 'til about one or two in the afternoon, by then he's very tired and goes off to nap like the toddler he acts like sometimes. I know he hates my relationship with Sora, he often gags when we kiss and he threatens to beat Sora into next week if he does anything past a kiss on the cheek or holding hands. Honestly that man needs to get laid.

I sat there beside Sora, who was trying to figure out the problems on a worksheet he had for homework, simply watching him work and taking note of the little details people don't notice. For instance he has a cute little birthmark in the shape of a cloud on his upper back, but his tan makes it hard to notice. Mmm~ that and his brown hair has little bits of blonde closer to the ends and is a darker brown, almost black, color near the roots of his hair.

"Um not to be rude or anything, but why are you staring at me like that?" Sora asked, his eyes shifting from the words on the page to me. His eyes are really pretty, especially when he looks at me with that confused little look on his face.

"I'm admiring the beauty before me," I responded, smirking as he blushed and looked back to his sheet. He can be so shy sometimes, almost too much for my maiden heart to handle. If only Jiro-nii-san approved of him, the two of them might be able to get along.

Sora's Story

I can't help but notice the resentment Jiro has towards me. He treats me like I'm a threat to his role of alpha male of the loft, and he's quick to call me an idiot too. I asked Xion what to do last night, and she said to try and find something in common with him and try to talk about that. So far the only thing we share is gender. He's often practicing his swordsmanship, something I really can't help but sneak a few peaks at. His concentration and strength sort of reminds me of Riku. If Jiro was a Keyblade wielder I'm sure he'd be a master by now, and easily kick my butt too.

"Is there something you need from me?" Jiro called. Oh shit he noticed I was spying on him!

"N-nothing, just watching you practice," I replied, oh great my cheeks are heating up. No I'm not attracted to men, but his stare and flawlessness are too like Bluefire-chan. I can see a very slight resemblance between them, but the differences outweigh their likenesses. But how do they get along so well?

"Well stop it. Its very disturbing," Jiro bit before turning back to his practice dummy which oddly resembles me. As much as he wants me to leave I can't move, not until I know why he hates me. I contemplate walking up to him now, but seeing as how he just decapitated that dummy I probably shouldn't try it.

"I thought I told you to stop staring at me!" He snapped, okay maybe it was a little creepy to stare at him while I was thinking.

"I wasn't staring," I answered, the nervousness I felt clearly showing in my voice. He heard it too based on that smirk on that face of his. It pisses me off how smug he looks right now, almost enough to make me want to punch that smirk off if he didn't knock it off.

"What's wrong human, afraid of what little old me could do to you?" He mocked, mirth clear in his voice. He's somewhat right about that. He's a vampire, a very old one at that. He could easily rip me to shreds with his bare hands or drain me of my blood, or even slowly torture me to death. While I thought I didn't notice how close he was now, he was only a few inches away from me. So close I could see his muscles ripple with his every move, he's got abs. He has a six pack while I only have a four pack.

"How'd you do that?" I asked, tilting my head in confusion. He stopped walking, confusion clear on his face.

"Do what?" He inquired, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Get the last two of your abs so defined. Isn't it difficult to do that?" I answered, poking his toned stomach. He blushed and looked to the side, but now before I noticed how he bit back a few giggles. I get it, he's ticklish. I smiled wickedly before running my fingers lightly over his exposed stomach, noticing how it tensed up at my light touch. I heard a chuckle slip past his lips, it was quick and quiet but I heard it. I needed to get him to laugh, he might be a little more open towards me if I do. I decided to try attacking while he had his back turned.

"W-well as for my abs I just worked ha-hee-hard u-until th-hee-they be-became def-iiined," he answered, trying and sort of failing at hiding his giggles as I viciously tickled his stomach. He batted my hands away, only for me to attack his sides next. He tried to escape, only to be cornered in the far corner of the basement. I smirked before I attacked, my helpless foe using the wall to stand upright. It wasn't long before he collapsed, laughing and trying to protect his ticklish areas.

Hours later I tried talking to Jiro again, only to get a punch in the face. Note to self, never ever tickle him again.

Author's Note: More drama coming soon to a computer, phone or other device near you ~Bff#3