Summary: Kagome and Satoru had always been close, but the presence of the jewel formed a wedge between the pair. It doesn't bother him. After all, as her big brother, Satoru knows he's her favorite. Or, that's what he always assumed. When the spot seems to be at risk of being claimed by another, it strikes a nerve. Who said another could steal her heart from him? It's not fair.

Pairing: Satoru/Kagome

Disclaimer: I do not own either series. Each belongs to their rightful owners.

Prologue

She was sore. A pain shot through her limbs, limiting her movement as she finally opened her eyes. When she did, unfamiliar scenery encompassed her. She was in a room that wasn't her own. The bed she was in carried a familiar scent, however, and that was the one thing that kept her temperament calm. She tried to sit up, the strain in her arms making the task much harder than it should've been.

Her hand came up out of reflex, fingers feeling around her collar for the lingering weight of the jewel, only to feel nothing there. Her hand gripped her shirt tight when she realized the jewel was nowhere to be felt. There was a faint ringing in her ears.

The covers shifted as she sat up, white sheets pooling on her lap as she slowly glanced around at her surroundings. The bandages on her arms caught her eye. Her expression faltered, dismay settling in her eyes as recollection raced back to her, striking her with a force that knocked the air from her lungs. Her eyes filled with tears, trembling hands fisting into the sheets.

"Good morning, Mochi!"

The voice, familiar and comforting, made her pick her head up. When she looked at the source of the voice, a white-haired man caught her attention. His white button-up shirt was halfway done up. A pair of dazzling blue eyes watched her from behind dark glasses.

"You've had a rough few days, haven't you?" he remarked as he came closer to where she was. "But don't worry!" he laughed, holding both hands up by his head in a small wave. "Your aniki made it all better!"

He sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching a hand out to cup the side of her face. His thumb brushed along her skin, wiping away the tears that had fallen.

"Oh, no, there's no need for you to cry," Satoru chided softly. His touch was gentle, yet strong enough to manipulate her position with the faintest of pulls. He tugged her closer, letting her head rest on his chest as he combed a hand through her hair. She didn't exactly put up much of a fight, either way. She folded into his grasp as if she were weightless.

She was quiet as she sat there, but he didn't pressure her to say anything. It felt comforting, to be so close to him. It was as if he was well aware of that fact, just as much as she was. His warmth wrapped around her like a blanket, keeping her entangled in it by his arms caging her to him.

Eventually, she couldn't ignore the nagging feeling in her chest. She knew he wouldn't do anything to hurt her on purpose, but… - Her hand tightened in his shirt, blue eyes narrowing slightly. "... what did you do, Aniki?"

Her question caught his attention. He perked up, pulling back in order to look down at her. As he did, a smile painted his handsome features. "Don't worry that adorable little head of yours," he said. "I didn't do anything that'd make you sad, Mochi."

She looked up at him, her eyes glued to his own. The colors were so similar, yet different at the same time. He'd answered her question, but not in the way she wanted. He knew that, too. "But…-"

She was silenced by a finger landing against her lips. "Ah-ah," he remarked, silencing her with that smile still on his face. "Your aniki knows what's best," he stated. "I fixed the problem." His gaze lingered on her as he let his hand fall. Something was present in his eyes, something she couldn't identify. "There's nothing for you to be concerned with."

His words lingered in her brain as she watched his expression. It felt like it'd been months since she'd last actually seen him. She wanted to ask about the jewel's location, but…-

She couldn't even feel it anymore. He said he'd fixed the problem, and she wanted to trust those words completely. She was still exhausted, and her mind was pleased with the reprieve away from the jewel. Her eyelids grew heavier the longer she remained in his arms, and she eventually ended up succumbing to the exhaustion flowing through her entire body. It didn't take him long to notice that she'd fallen asleep, and the white-haired man laughed softly to himself.

With care and ease, he lowered her back down so her head was once more on the pillows. It was quiet as he sat there, gently combing a hand through her hair to smooth out her inky, raven locks.

"Welcome home, Mochi," he sighed. His hand shifted from her hair, moving to gently trace the features of her face. A few seconds ticked by before he smiled. He leaned forward, brushing his lips against her own in a feather-light kiss. In her current state, he knew she wouldn't catch it.

What she didn't know wouldn't hurt either of them, after all.

"It's really not safe for you to be as cute and trusting as you are," he sighed once he'd sat back up. "Someone's gonna take advantage of you," he stated as he shook his head. He stood up, silently unbuttoning his shirt before he discarded it on the back of his desk chair. He returned to the bed, settling down behind her seconds later. His arm went around the bend of her hips, keeping her anchored to him with ease.

"Don't worry," he hummed against the crown of her head. "Aniki is here to protect you."

Auroua-chan: A little bit depraved Gojo? As a treat. He loves his sister… maybe a bit too much. Oh, help anyone who oversteps and gets too close to her, too.
Rated M for... reasons. (Gojo. He's the reason.)
They aren't exactly blood-related, but still. Warning for content.

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