A/N: In this installment, we are going to have brotherly bonding time. This is just something I can see Mori and Satoshi doing. Enjoy!
#1… Kendo – well duh. It is the weapon/tool used for that sport. This is a given.
#9… Fishing pole – you only need a string and hook and you are set.
Satoshi was in the middle of a kendo match and only had to take one more point in order to win. Swinging his shinai, he was able to hit his opponents head before the other competitor could strike.
"Winner, Morinozuka!" The referee announced among the shouting in the dojo.
The captain of the middle school team was the best in their age bracket for kendo and although they all expected him to win, they still went crazy seeing his accomplishment. This was their first official competition of the season and it always felt good when Ouran started out on top.
After showering, Satoshi exited the showers and found his brother waiting for him. A huge grin appearing on his face he ran up to his sibling and exclaimed, "Taka-bro!"
Ruffling his brother's hair, Mori smiled, "You did good Satoshi."
The younger brother always loved it when his sibling praised him, especially since he looked up to Mori as kind of his hero, "Thank you!"
"Are you busy?" The elder asked.
Shaking his head, Satoshi told him, "Nope. Why?"
"It's a surprise."
"I thought you had plans with the Host Club tonight?"
"No, I can see them later and Mitsukuni has other plans tonight."
Following his brother out of the dojo, Satoshi got into the limo and trusted in Mori with whatever the elder sibling has planned. It had been a while since they were able to spend a lot of time together outside of the dojo since they were both busy with their teams and school, so it was nice just riding in the same car together… even if it was fairly silent.
Since the competition had been against only one other school on a Saturday morning, it had ended by lunch time and the brothers could take their time doing whatever they wanted. A rare treat indeed, but Satoshi was a little confused. They had been driving for well over an hour and Mori still wouldn't tell him where they were going. When the car finally pulled to a stop another thirty minutes later, the younger Morinozuka bounded out of the limo and looked around. They were at the lake house. Looking at his brother with a perplexed expression he asked, "Taka-bro, what are we doing here?"
"Fishing," Mori answered a small smile still on his face. He loved spending time with his brother and hadn't been able to do that much lately, so today he thought they would get away and participate in one of their favorite past times.
"I didn't bring my rod though," Satoshi frowned.
"You don't need one. I have everything we need," Mori answered as he was handed a tackle box by the chauffer. With another bag in his hand (which to Satoshi looked an awful lot like his brother's kendo bag), Mori led the way down to the lake where he walked to the end of the pier and sat down.
Satoshi followed without question. This was Taka-bro, his hero, and the older teen knew everything. If Mori had it figured out, then the younger teen had nothing to worry about. Sitting down next to his brother, he waited to see what Mori would hand him so that they could fish.
"I didn't have time to stop at home and get the poles, but I had my kendo bag with me since I had practice right before your competition," Mori explained. He opened up his kendo bag and grabbed a shinai, and then pulled out line and a hook from the tackle box. With a few flicks of his wrist, he handed his little brother an impromptu fishing pole and then rigged one up for himself.
After attaching bate to the hooks, they both threw the lines in the water and waited for a fish to bite. It didn't matter if they caught anything that day, they just wanted to spend time together. They talked about school and leading their teams. They talked about the Host Club and other pressures. Satoshi even complained about Chika as his brother listened and then patted his head. It was a good day together. They would sleep at the lake house and head home in the morning, and it appeared that the fish were anywhere but near their lines… and then just as Satoshi was about to pull his line out of the water, a fish took the bait. He didn't have anything to reel in the line and it felt like a large fish. Struggling, he soon felt it easier to pull when his strong brother started to help him. Together they yanked the fish in and got it out of the water. It was easily a six pounder and would serve as part of their dinner that night.
"Taka-bro look!" Satoshi exclaimed excited about his catch.
Mori smiled and ruffled his brother's hair again, "Good job, Satoshi. I'm proud of you."
The brothers had fished many times together. Sometimes they caught something and sometimes they didn't, but they always had a good time and enjoyed the company.