[Ini-D] - [FIC] [C] untitled
so unbeta-ed... haha... written randomly during stolen 6 minute breaks at work. have no idea why i decided to write this... haven't written any IniD in a long time, but i really really love keisuke and i've missed him so~ ^O^ (though, you wouldn't be able to tell from this ficlet that keisuke is my fave character? ^O^;;; poor baby. i make fun of him so~)
oh, btw, kubi-kubi-chan is from surlykitty but i can't remember why or how or where... lol!
Rating: G
Genre: chibi-fic, sibling-ness (not siblingcest, let's not be gross... i said CHIBI!fic)
Characters: Ryousuke, Keisuke
Warnings: none
Summary: Little Ryoupon was not always the doting older brother...
Keisuke was a lump on a log.
Ryousuke didn’t know what he’d done to get a little brother like this one, but he thought he must have been Very Bad somewhere along the way.
When his parents had told him that he was going to have a new baby brother or sister, Ryousuke had fervently hoped for a little brother. When he went to the Temple for New Year’s, he even forewent his usual prayer for new toys and instead prayed for the new Takahashi baby to be a boy.
And when his mom brought home a tiny, wrinkly, round-headed little brother for him, Ryousuke thought that his ship had finally come in. The Gods were smiling on him now. All his wishes were going to come true!
There were a couple weeks in there when his parents were genuinely concerned that he was going to become a Shinto priest, so devout and devoted was he.
But then everything started to go wrong.
The baby never stopped crying. All hours of the night, he’d be wailing away. And he was in the room right next to Ryousuke’s too!
The baby was smelly. It was all pervasive too. And Ryousuke had never smelled such a stink in his entire life!
The baby got all the toys. His parents took away all his stuffed animals and piled them into the baby’s room. Ryousuke felt he was NOT too old to have a stuffed giraffe, dammit, and he stormed in there to take back Kubi-kubi-chan!
But to top it all off, the most unjust of all the injustices, the baby got ALL the attention. Once, his parents actually left Ryousuke standing in the middle of the garage and drove off! Luckily they remembered him before they’d left the family compound, but it was hurtful.
Having a little brother was definitely not at all what it was cracked up to be.
Eight months into this mess and still Keisuke was considered too little to play with and Ryousuke was *constantly* being admonished to “be careful around the little baby.”
Feh. Keisuke wasn’t a little baby any more. He could sit up, if his parents propped him up, and he could look around, if he wasn’t just staring at the ceiling. He was a giant blob. A giant, useless, loud, smelly, attention-hogging blob that was the most boring thing Ryousuke had ever come across.
Ryousuke didn’t know *what* he’d done to deserve this.
One day, he was reading through his father’s dictionary for fun (he was now up to ‘J’), and he found the word ‘hubris’. Maybe that was the problem.
So Ryousuke vowed to be Extra Good if the Gods would fix his brother.
They didn’t.
And Keisuke was still a big blobby lump on a log.
One whole year and nothing! No change! Useless.
Ryousuke thought that the Gods must be punishing the entire Takahashi family. There was no way he’d been bad enough by himself to warrant this *thing*.
And now today his mom wanted him to start teaching the Blob how to walk? Was she on drugs? Keisuke was so blobby that if you pushed him over, he’d just lay there. He could barely crawl. How was Ryousuke going to get *that* to *walk*?
But Takahashi Ryousuke was a very determined little boy and a very obedient little boy, so he dutifully pushed, pulled, rolled his brother onto a blankie.
Then he gathered the corners of the blankie.
Then he carefully dragged his blob of a brother over to the Living Room where he and his mom had laid out a bunch of cushions on the floor earlier.
Once in position, Ryousuke heaved Keisuke to his feet and tried to get him to stand. But the younger Takahashi just plopped back down onto his bottom. Ryousuke tried again.
And again.
It was long, hard, sweaty work.
And it was crazy quiet too.
Did he mention that Keisuke couldn’t talk yet?
“C’mon, Keisuke-chan. Stand up for Aniki, okay? Come to Aniki! Take one little step for Aniki,” he cooed and cajoled.
Ryousuke kept up a steady stream of baby talk just to fill up the silence.
But an hour later, he’d had enough.
The Blob was going to be a blob forever and they could see if he cared less!
“Fine!” he shouted at the lump of Keisuke just sitting on a pillow staring blankly back at him. “You just stay there forever then!”
Ryousuke turned on his heel and marched away.
A loud ‘thump’ made him turn back.
Keisuke had twisted around and was half on, half off his pillow. He was on all fours and struggling to get his chubby little legs under him but the pillow was in the way.
Ryousuke watched.
“’Niki! ’Niki!” Keisuke cried, eyes welling up with tears as he reached out to his older brother.
Ryousuke stood firm.
A few more flails and Keisuke managed to get up onto his feet, though he swayed dangerously. Ryousuke took a hesitant step forward.
But then Keisuke took a little step towards him.
And another.
And another.
“’Niki! ’Niki!” Keisuke wailed as he half toddled, half fell towards Ryousuke.
Ryousuke caught the little guy just before he fell and they both tumbled to the floor together. Keisuke clinging to him and sniffling piteously.
“’NIKI!” he sobbed.
Ryousuke patted Keisuke gently before settling him back on another cushion.
“You stay here okay? Aniki will be right back.”
Keisuke nodded, scrubbing one pudgy fist across his tear-stained face.
And when Ryousuke came back, he presented Keisuke with his cherished Kubi-kubi-chan as a reward for trying so hard.
Maybe, thought Ryousuke, as he helped Keisuke toddle over to the coffee table, lumps on logs could grow up to be exciting and fun things after all.
END
oh, btw, kubi-kubi-chan is from surlykitty but i can't remember why or how or where... lol!
Rating: G
Genre: chibi-fic, sibling-ness (not siblingcest, let's not be gross... i said CHIBI!fic)
Characters: Ryousuke, Keisuke
Warnings: none
Summary: Little Ryoupon was not always the doting older brother...
Keisuke was a lump on a log.
Ryousuke didn’t know what he’d done to get a little brother like this one, but he thought he must have been Very Bad somewhere along the way.
When his parents had told him that he was going to have a new baby brother or sister, Ryousuke had fervently hoped for a little brother. When he went to the Temple for New Year’s, he even forewent his usual prayer for new toys and instead prayed for the new Takahashi baby to be a boy.
And when his mom brought home a tiny, wrinkly, round-headed little brother for him, Ryousuke thought that his ship had finally come in. The Gods were smiling on him now. All his wishes were going to come true!
There were a couple weeks in there when his parents were genuinely concerned that he was going to become a Shinto priest, so devout and devoted was he.
But then everything started to go wrong.
The baby never stopped crying. All hours of the night, he’d be wailing away. And he was in the room right next to Ryousuke’s too!
The baby was smelly. It was all pervasive too. And Ryousuke had never smelled such a stink in his entire life!
The baby got all the toys. His parents took away all his stuffed animals and piled them into the baby’s room. Ryousuke felt he was NOT too old to have a stuffed giraffe, dammit, and he stormed in there to take back Kubi-kubi-chan!
But to top it all off, the most unjust of all the injustices, the baby got ALL the attention. Once, his parents actually left Ryousuke standing in the middle of the garage and drove off! Luckily they remembered him before they’d left the family compound, but it was hurtful.
Having a little brother was definitely not at all what it was cracked up to be.
Eight months into this mess and still Keisuke was considered too little to play with and Ryousuke was *constantly* being admonished to “be careful around the little baby.”
Feh. Keisuke wasn’t a little baby any more. He could sit up, if his parents propped him up, and he could look around, if he wasn’t just staring at the ceiling. He was a giant blob. A giant, useless, loud, smelly, attention-hogging blob that was the most boring thing Ryousuke had ever come across.
Ryousuke didn’t know *what* he’d done to deserve this.
One day, he was reading through his father’s dictionary for fun (he was now up to ‘J’), and he found the word ‘hubris’. Maybe that was the problem.
So Ryousuke vowed to be Extra Good if the Gods would fix his brother.
They didn’t.
And Keisuke was still a big blobby lump on a log.
One whole year and nothing! No change! Useless.
Ryousuke thought that the Gods must be punishing the entire Takahashi family. There was no way he’d been bad enough by himself to warrant this *thing*.
And now today his mom wanted him to start teaching the Blob how to walk? Was she on drugs? Keisuke was so blobby that if you pushed him over, he’d just lay there. He could barely crawl. How was Ryousuke going to get *that* to *walk*?
But Takahashi Ryousuke was a very determined little boy and a very obedient little boy, so he dutifully pushed, pulled, rolled his brother onto a blankie.
Then he gathered the corners of the blankie.
Then he carefully dragged his blob of a brother over to the Living Room where he and his mom had laid out a bunch of cushions on the floor earlier.
Once in position, Ryousuke heaved Keisuke to his feet and tried to get him to stand. But the younger Takahashi just plopped back down onto his bottom. Ryousuke tried again.
And again.
It was long, hard, sweaty work.
And it was crazy quiet too.
Did he mention that Keisuke couldn’t talk yet?
“C’mon, Keisuke-chan. Stand up for Aniki, okay? Come to Aniki! Take one little step for Aniki,” he cooed and cajoled.
Ryousuke kept up a steady stream of baby talk just to fill up the silence.
But an hour later, he’d had enough.
The Blob was going to be a blob forever and they could see if he cared less!
“Fine!” he shouted at the lump of Keisuke just sitting on a pillow staring blankly back at him. “You just stay there forever then!”
Ryousuke turned on his heel and marched away.
A loud ‘thump’ made him turn back.
Keisuke had twisted around and was half on, half off his pillow. He was on all fours and struggling to get his chubby little legs under him but the pillow was in the way.
Ryousuke watched.
“’Niki! ’Niki!” Keisuke cried, eyes welling up with tears as he reached out to his older brother.
Ryousuke stood firm.
A few more flails and Keisuke managed to get up onto his feet, though he swayed dangerously. Ryousuke took a hesitant step forward.
But then Keisuke took a little step towards him.
And another.
And another.
“’Niki! ’Niki!” Keisuke wailed as he half toddled, half fell towards Ryousuke.
Ryousuke caught the little guy just before he fell and they both tumbled to the floor together. Keisuke clinging to him and sniffling piteously.
“’NIKI!” he sobbed.
Ryousuke patted Keisuke gently before settling him back on another cushion.
“You stay here okay? Aniki will be right back.”
Keisuke nodded, scrubbing one pudgy fist across his tear-stained face.
And when Ryousuke came back, he presented Keisuke with his cherished Kubi-kubi-chan as a reward for trying so hard.
Maybe, thought Ryousuke, as he helped Keisuke toddle over to the coffee table, lumps on logs could grow up to be exciting and fun things after all.
END