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Chapter – 3

"Hey Juli… have you seen my shampoo? The vanilla scented one?" I said with a frown, fumbling with my citrus scented and strawberry scented ones. I remember I emptied each and every box and it was in my hands… where did I place it? I placed the other two back on the table, looking back at a dozing Juli.

"Oh great." I groaned, disturbing Juli while sleeping was like inviting torture with open arms. Where was my shampoo?! I remember having it in my hands when I got to know about the bathroom not working in our floor and then…

Oh! I remembered now, I forgot it on the table when I was asked to help Ukyo in the kitchen. I ran out of the room, to the lift as soon as it opened. I walked out of the lift, confirming it with my own two eyes that the shampoo was there. It was, lying innocently on the coffee table.

I froze on my steps when a conversation reached my ear.

It was Tsubaki's voice "… but lately, I've been feeling, when I'm with you – I feel different."

I choked on my spit. Who? W-What?

"My heart starts racing when I see you smile!" Tsubaki said in a desperate lull, as if trying to convince someone, "I feel angry when you get along with other guys!"

"W-Why?" It was Azusa.

Tsubaki-san gave a short mirthless laugh, "Isn't that obvious? I love you. I love you as a man!"

What… what the hell!? My mouth was wide open in utter shock. Gay!? More like they are siblings, right!? Right?!

I ran away. What was this, but? My face was red, imagining the forbidden relationship that was between them. They were close yes, but I never imagined them to be that close. I walked away, calming my heart and forgetting my shampoo for a while.

Drat, it was too dark to see anything. I patted my pocket, groaning again – I didn't have my phone on me.

I carefully made my way downstairs again, blindly trying to make out if I wasn't going to stumble on anything. It was silent and dark. And annoying. And a bit creepy. What did I really expect at the night of 12AM? Blinding sunlight? I snorted at my own sarcasm.

No, soft footsteps a floor above, some noises could be heard if I concentrated enough.

I focused my eyes on the coffee table that seem to… have my shampoo! I gave a small 'oh yeah' as I grabbed my beloved shampoo.

Someone grabbed my hand.

I swear I felt my heart stop for a second as a scream started to build up my throat. Before I could scream out loud and promptly throw my shampoo right where I imagined the guy's face, I was pulled down… no, pulled beneath? My scream was trapped when a big hand cupped my mouth.

He was strong.

A light flashed in front of me, painful rays of the phone screen prickling my eyes. I cringed and slapped it away with my free hand.

"Eh~? What is this? The impostor is scared herself?" A laid back voice said. I cracked my eyes open, my gaze on the adam apple… of a child? No, a teenager, maybe younger than me? Similar shade of Wataru's hair?

Familiar mocha colored eyes met my chocolate ones.

It was Fuuto.

His lips twisted in a playful smirk.

"Get off of me." I said, pushing him away.

"Why? It's fun, isn't it?"

I gave him a disbelieving look.

"Please. Maybe I could explain myself." I tried again, this time pleading as I fruitlessly struggled against his chest.

Fuuto gave me long, analyzing look. With a small mischievous smile that I wasn't sure what to make of, he got off of me. The light of the lamp brightened the room a bit as I studied his stature. He was a head shorter than me. His handsome face glowed in the dim light, making a beautiful hue with his long eyelashes caressing his cheekbones as he slowly looked up. His clipped fringes made him look a lot more childish, but he surely didn't act his age.

"Are you someone's woman?" He asked disinterestedly.

I blinked twice.

"No!" I protested with a blush. His personality was a pole opposite of his face. I was clearly offended by his question. Would anyone make that kind of assumption? Rude!

He sighed, as if this was a troublesome situation he has to go through, "I don't know how you got in, but do you think you'll get away with it?"

I shook my head, "I am Hinata Ema, daughter of-"

"Ohhhh…" he drawled, looking up closely, "So you're Miwa's going to be husband's daughter?"

I nodded, my guard up. He looks so damn suspicious – I can hardly believe he's that bright cheerful pop star who I recently started admiring.

Fuuto walked towards me, leaning in and scrutinizing my face.

"You're pretty cute… but you look a little stupid." He said boldly.

My eye twitched, his words rubbing like sandpaper on my skin. One thing I can't tolerate was when people insult my intelligence.

"Yes," he nodded, "Definitely an idiot."

No no no, be polite, be polite, be polite-

His eyes widened with sadistic delight. He knew I was struggling with a retort rolling on my tongue. I flushed red in chagrin. He was my younger brother, I shouldn't act like that.

"Well," I couldn't help but mutter, "Looks can be deceiving."

Fuuto gave me a long look again and smirked. That got on my nerves.

"Good, so maybe you're not that much of an idiot." Fuuto said, eyes gleaming with pure curiosity. I looked up at him, perplexed, but caught his fringe sticking up in light in a weird angle when he tilted his head.

I gave out an unintentional snort. He looked too funny with bed hair!

"What?" Fuuto asked, his eyebrows knitting.

"I-I am sorry," I cupped my mouth to hide my smile, my hand automatically reaching for his hair. His eyes widened slightly in surprise and I halted midway, lowering my arm.

"You have bed hair." I said, "Right here." I pointed at his hair.

He frowned, not amused, patting his hair where I pointed. I couldn't tell from the lamp light… but was he blushing?

"You disturbed my slumber woman." He said after he fixed his hair, but he didn't look that annoyed. But I could trace his dark circles. I must have disturbed him.

I looked at him apologetically. He sighed and turned around.

"Take care of me, in-ter-est-ing Onee-san," Fuuto called with a mocking lilt in his voice, walking off to the stairs.

I cocked my head. Interesting? What the hell was that supposed to mean? Was I some sort of Yahtzee game? I shook my head and walked upstairs to my room. I was already feeling groggy, a lot of stuff happened today after all, also meeting my yet another new brother…

I earned rest and peace… my body cried in strain of keeping myself upright as I unceremoniously fell down on bed, for a good night sleep, hoping not to wake up too early in the morning again.

I groaned, my eyes opening themselves blearily. I rubbed them annoyingly. Sleep didn't come to me easily as I lay there, gazing at the unfamiliar ceiling as I tried to recollect my thoughts. I shifted to my right.

4:48 am.

I groaned again, pushing myself upright, blaming it all on my body. Can't get used to the stupid atmosphere. I shook my head, I didn't feel alert enough. Maybe a bath would help.

I pushed myself off the bed, almost stumbling back, my eyes half open as I blindly grabbed things of necessity and walked to the bathroom. I halted in my steps. I have to use the bathroom in the fifth floor. I turned for the fifth floor.

I undid my sleeping shirt which I managed to pilfer from Dad's wardrobe, jumping into the hot shower. Sleep slowly let my system as I let out a moan of pleasure. Hot water just felt right on my skin. I shampooed my hair, massaging my scalp – it calmed me as it always did. The vanilla scent that trickled your nostrils and eased my mind – this was the only thing I treasured from London. And clothes – but that's another story.

I searched for the towel in my rack, pulling the curtains away as I turned the shower off. I sighed in frustration – why was there only one towel on the rack?

Well, maybe all the guys didn't have long hair, my sarcastic side said dryly.

I rolled my eyes at myself. I dried my hair as much as I could with that single towel. I flipped my hair to get rid of all the droplets in my hair – atleast not to create puddles on the floor – and wrapped the towel around me.

I groaned. I didn't fancy wearing shirt over my wet body right now. I tensed as I looked at the door, hesitating. I shouldn't worry that much. Who woke up in this household at bloody 5 in the morning?

I pulled my hair infront of me, combing the loose strands to avoid the puffing out of my hair like it always did after a wash. But the conditioner Louis-san recommended to me really did work. It didn't puff out anymore, but I couldn't really help it. I walked down in darkness, trying to make way back to the stairs.

I was regretting my decision.

I tumbled on my own leg, my body wash falling on the floor, rolling away and clashing with the turn at the wall. Oh you little bugger you don't-

"Ow!" I collided with something – or someone, on the way.

"Yah!" The guy I ran with lost his balance, throwing us both on the floor. My whole body landed on his, my hair covering most of my view. I pulled my hair behind my ear and met familiar onyx colored eyes.

It was Subaru.

My hair was falling over his neck and chest… bare chest?

I realized with my mouth hanging open. He was just in his boxers, my hands resting on either side of his hips. I moved my hand as if burned. I placed my palms on his chest, blushing beet red as I tried to pull myself off of him, grunting as I realized that our legs were like a tumble of weeds.

I looked at him hesitantly. He was stiff, staring at me with wide eyes and blushing red till his neck. I tried to pull myself up again, falling back on him with another grunt, my wet hair hitting his face. I pulled it away, sifting my fingers through my hair so that it stood away from his wet sweating body. I used my arms on the either side of his head and raised myself, to be falling down on him again. It was a fruitless effort, my leg seemed to be caught up in a weird twist, that it hurt when I moved it. I tried pushing up my torso again.

He held my waist and whispered urgently, "Stop! You are…!"

I looked up at him, perplexed, "What?"

He looked away immediately. I bit my lip, combing my hair back again, droplets of water hit his face, dragging his attention back to me.

My towel loosened.

Oh shite!

"Ah!" I grabbed my towel, making me lose my balance and hit his chest, my towel half open.

It was silent for a moment.

"Don't move." Subaru said in a raspy voice.

I nodded hesitantly.

Subaru's rough hand slowly went up to my forearm. With a slow pace, his fingertips travelled my upper arm before he got the hold of it. With his other hand, he grabbed my waist firmly. I shivered when his hot breath hit my neck, taking a deep breath. A droplet travelled down from my hair to my neck, cold contrasting to his warm breath and making me gasp. His hold on me tightened, his breath hastening.

He paused. I could have imagined it, but I might have felt his nose brushing my jaw. Subaru…?

I squeaked at a sudden moving sensation, my body now underneath a towering body of Subaru. I cracked my eyes open and found him staring at me, but I couldn't be sure since it was dark.

He hastily averted his eyes, "I-I won't look!"

I trusted his words, "Okay."

Subaru looked at me once, his rosy red cheeks now on my focus as he pulled himself up. He looked ahead, giving me time to adjust my towel. My knees were weak, so I couldn't quite stand up.

"H-Help, please."

Subaru looked back, blushing again. He offered his hand, which I gladly took and raised myself up.

"Thank you." I said quietly, pulling my hair away from my back. Subaru didn't reply, refusing to look at me. I grabbed my towel from behind, cool air hitting my almost bare back.

"B-Bye then." He muttered, walking away stiffly.

I looked down, embarrassed. I just made a fool of myself, how would I ever look him in the eyes again? I groaned yet again, slapping a hand on my forehead. I ruined everything.

Breakfast was a normal affair. I rubbed my eyes – it felt good after sleeping for next two hours. I sat down with my bowl, starting with my food. It was just an accident, I tried to convince myself. I bit my lip, it was no use thinking about it. Juli travelled down my head to my shoulder coaxing me with his tail. I knew he had questions, but I really didn't fancy him scratching Subaru's face into nothingness.

I sensed someone gaze, "Louis-san?"

"The squirrel's not going to talk today." he said placidly, a frown marring his soft features as he stared at a shocked Juli.

My eyes widened. H-he can hear Juli!?

Juli was going through the same realization. But before I could say anything, black hair caught my eyes.

Subaru-san stopped on his way on seeing me and averted his eyes away. I looked down on my breakfast, my face as red as a tomato when a rather vivid image of the morning flashed in my head.

I pulled my hair behind my ear, biting my lip. Temptation got better of me, so I peeked a look at Subaru. I cringed when he ate with a speed of a manic, stuffing himself up. I gaped, it took him less than two minutes to eat that all up.

"Thanks for the grub!" He said and ran away. Glad to know I was doing a lot better than him. Maybe not. Bugger.

Ukyo shook his head, "What's with him?"

Masaomi asked from Louis's side, "Are you okay? You look red."

"I-I'm fine!" I answered in a high-pitched voice, surprising Louis, Ukyo, Kaname and Masaomi. I avoided their stares, and tried to eat my food with peace. Definitely worse than Subaru.

"What's this?" Fuuto said jokingly, "Onee-san looks so red. Did someone do something to you?"

I almost choked on rice.

"Eh~? Am I right?" Fuuto leaned in, baring his pearly white teeth.

I looked up to find Masaomi staring at me with an impassive expression and Ukyo with sharp eyes. I decided to hurry with my food like Subaru, and picked my bowl and grabbed a spoon, shoving my food quickly now I found an efficient weapon, looking like I didn't notice Kaname-san's intent gaze on me.

"Thanks for the food." I said, busying myself with picking mine and Subaru's utensils.

My phone beeped with the message. I tsked mildly, now juggling with three more bowls as I tried to grab my phone.

"Oh bite me." I groaned, finally annoyed. I cringed, looking up at people who were surprised by my mini outburst, "Sorry."

I placed them down on the table, fumbling with my pocket and picking out my phone.

"Is it Rin?" Juli asked curiously, noticing my smile.

"Is it Rintarou-san?" Masaomi asked genuinely.

"Yes." I answered to them with a grin. Papa was mostly asking about how it was in the house, and where he was now. I scowled as my eyes lowered.

He told Rebecca about this! I fumed silently.

"Is something the matter?" Ukyo questioned at my look.

I shook my head faking a smile, "No."

I looked down in the text again. He wouldn't do that. He wouldn't.

Damn it Dad!

I turned around, picking up the bowls, deciding not to reply. I might want to get angry at the groom-to-be, but he didn't… he just shouldn't have! Bowls suffered my wrath as I scrubbed them with more force than necessary.

I reached the third floor towards the lift, running into Tsubaki and Azusa.

"Your bed head's stuck." Azusa said, patting and ruffling Tsubaki's head to get it right. Tsubaki grinned goofily and kissed Azusa on cheek.

"Thank you! Let's do our best!" Tsubaki said enthusiastically, grabbing his notebook – what I imagined was his scriptbook – and making their way to the lift.

"Wait!" I said. Best to clear it out while we're at it.

Twins stopped at my beckon.

Ah, I don't know how to ask this… "Here," I said, grabbing two candies out of my pocket and handing it to them. They looked at me questioningly.

I grinned, patting my head, "This is good luck chocolates. I always give them to people who want to do their best."

Tsubaki and Azusa looked surprised for a moment, then they smiled at me warmly.

At that moment, it really struck me – they are indeed twins, that gentle relieving smile made them look exactly identical. Their violet eyes twinkled with mirth.

"Thank you." They both accepted it gratefully.

I hesitated, "Er… you know, last night?"

"Eh? What last night?" Tsubaki asked curiously.

"Er, last night…" I bit my lip, I can't exactly ask them about their relationship directly, considering it's rude. Best way is to pull out answers from their own mouth while I observe, "You two were here in the living room last night?"

"Yes." Azusa nodded, showing Tsubaki's scriptbook titled Our Bond (A Forbidden Love Story) "We were practicing last night."

My nervous shrug loosened, "Practicing?"

Tsubaki nodded, "I am doing a sibling love anime, so I asked Azusa to help me with the younger sister's role." He tilted his head slightly, an incredibly agog look on his face, "Why do you ask so?"

Azusa smiled, "I am curious too."

Well, it was a relief that it was not what I originally thought. I didn't plan on telling them, but their expressions loosened my will.

"Your acting is impressive." I said honestly, "Because you convinced me for a moment that you two are in a relationship."

Both of them gaped at me for a moment before Tsubaki laughed heartily, clutching his stomach. Azusa sighed, patting his head and mumbled something unintelligible under his breath (which I know was directed towards Tsubaki).

Tsubaki held Azusa closer and said jokingly, "I guess girls are into BL," He turned serious, looking at me somberly, "But… what if we are dating?"

I turned red, not sure how to answer that. Tsubaki laughed again (he was joking!?) at my expression while I bit my lip, feeling like digging a hole and burying myself. They were definitely adults. But that didn't mean I was not into revenge.

I recovered, putting on a faux serious face, "I would have cheered on you two."

Tsubaki stopped laughing. Azusa knew I was joking, because he was smiling.

"Just kidding." I said with a grin. Tsubaki gazed at me for a moment, then shook his head with a smile. He hugged me.

"You're definitely our sister~!" He said with a tight hug, "Cute~!"

Argh… it was getting difficult to breathe…

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Oh for those who read the scene with Subaru and Ema… ahem, yes, Subaru was very much distracted… er, by her rack. If you were wondering. Ahem. I would shut up now.