[Fic] Hikari (AoixUruha ver.)
Title: Hikari
Chapter: 1/2
Author: Pokky
Pairing: AoixUruha, OCxUruha
Genre: Slice of life, romance
Warnings: Incest, shota, read at own risk.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: "My brother told me "I love you" when I was 8 years old."
Notes: Before reading, do know that Uruha is 8, Aoi is 16 and Hana is 12.
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23rd July 1995. It was this morning that onii-chan learned from his doctor's mouth that he wouldn't live old. "I'm afraid your son won't be able to reach his 21rst birthday. He already has the heart of an old man!" When doctor-san said that, mama's grip on my hand hurt. My onii-chan, he just stared at the ground as if nothing he had heard was of any importance.
We walked back home after doctor-san gave onii-chan his new weekly medications. Since the cause of his present handicap is still unknown, doctor-san can't give him anything too strong, only pills that would half erase the pain. Mama blamed doctor-san for onii-chan's weak old heart, shouting at the kitchen's walls that the medications were useless. Papa couldn't do anything much to appease mama's wrath. When mama is angry, the family tends to avoid her.
Personally, I think our family avoids saying the "L" word. I never heard this word being spoken in the house. We don't talk in my family, as we rarely do any activities together. Papa is a police officer and has to deal with many crimes every day. Mama stays at home and onii-chan is studying in college.
The first time I heard about this word was when I was at the Matsunori household. I was waiting for Hana-chan while eating breakfast that Miss Matsunori prepared for me. Very simple and my favourite: Tamagoyaki, chicken miso soup with rice!
I was eating and the telephone rang. From where I was sitting, I could see Miss Matsunori hurrying up to answer it. Then, Mister Matsunori came in the view, took her by the waist and cheerfully said "I Love You". After he said those words, I saw them kiss and disappear into their bedrooms. Hana-chan came and picked up the phone and said: "Moshi-mosh.. Oh, my parents? Ah, sorry, but they are presently making love, please call back later."
Mama and papa never showed any of those signs of.. um.. affection.
The Matsunori's are our neighbours since at least 2 months. Papa and mama think they are weird.
I follow onii-chan into his bedroom. Normally, onii-chan doesn't let me come in, but today, he acts like I'm not even here. I sit on the edge of his bed and silently watch him. I find him very handsome when he wears his white blouse and when he runs his fingers in his loose hair. Every time onii-chan wears his white blouse, he never buttons it up and never wears a t-shirt underneath. Despite his weak heart, he is as handsome as the God of Beauty...
He stays silent and continues to write down on his notebook. I look down at my thighs and pout. I never really talked to onii-chan, and even if I really wanted to tell him how I feel, how is a kid like me supposed to make it clear and simple?
Maybe he thinks I don't know what's going on with him but I do know what death is. Hana-chan told me about it. Last month, her grandmother died of an illness and she was 82 years old. Hana-chan said it was normal because that's what happens to old people. I asked her about onii-chan's condition, but she simply shrugged and said that not everyone has the chance to die old. What I understood from it was when you die, everything is over because nothing can bring back someone to life. That's the reason why I'm scared of death. If it happens, I'll never see onii-chan again.
I hear onii-chan sigh and I watch him. He runs his fingers through his hair again. He seems tired.
"Aoi-nii, what are you doing?" I never call him 'onii-chan'. He told me not to call him that because he hates it.
"I'm doing my math homework." He says without a hint of enthusiasm.
"Without a calculator?"
"I don't need one."
Onii-chan is a 'special boy'. That's what papa and Akira-sensei both told me. He is smarter than average people and does not bother to even study before any exams or mini-tests. His grades are at the top of his classes and that's why they decided to make him jump in to college right away. Among our village, he is known as 'The Genius' and everyone is proud of him, but he has problems with making friends.
His face is always stoic and depraved of any emotions. He frowns quite a lot and papa told me it was like this ever since he was born. It was as if onii-chan was always angry because he did not want to be born.
He does not talk much and scares most of my friends away without as much as lifting a finger. He may seem odd and moody, but for me, he is the image of perfection. He is the person I want to be like when I grow up. I know this is a selfish wish, but I want to grow up with him around, I don't want to let him go.
"... Uruha, aren't you supposed to be playing with Hana-chan today?" He asks.
"No. Not today, I don't want to."
"Huh? Why not?" He smirks at me and drops his pencil on his desk. He chuckles a little and I stand up. It catches me off-guard, because, frankly, it was a rare sight to see onii-chan smile.
"Aoi-nii.. This reminds me of something!" I exclaim.
"What is it?" He stands up too.
"Hana-chan and I almost made love! We were really close close close... We almost did it, but at the end, we didn't."
"You don't even know what making love is." He sighs but the smile is always there. I approach him.
"Yes I know! I saw Hana-chan's parents make love!"
"Really?(there was a hint of sarcasm in his voice) How did they 'make love' then?" He chuckles.
"I'll show you." I say and his normal face comes back. I take his hands and make him sit down on
the bed. I sit on his lap and look him in the eyes. "Here. Put your hands on my hips." I order him and even though he looked as if he didn't want to do it, he still let me lead his hands on my hips.
"Uruha... What are you doing?" He asks and even though I don't like the face he's giving me, I don't waver.
"Aoi-nii... Hana-chan told me to marry her when I'll be old enough."
"You're just kids. It won't happen." He says, annoyed and I pout.
"I know! Because I don't want to." I take his face with my little fingers and it surprises me that his face is as soft as my teddy bear.
"Uruha..."
"I love you." His eyes are wide and he doesn't say anything back, so I continue. "And when I'll be 21, I'll marry you."
".. Uruha, when you'll be 21, I'll be dea-" Mama yells it's time for lunch, but we don't move and onii-chan sighs.
We stay like this for a long period of time. My hands haven't left onii-chan's cheeks and I pout.
"Aoi-nii, I love you." I lean in and press my lips on his. I close my eyes as I recollect the memories from the love scene I saw with the Matsunori and his hands on my hips tightens. I peck and move away just to look at him but I don't get the chance to as he directly kisses me back. After more pecks, I feel his warm tears slide down on my fingers. He cups my left cheek with his hands.
And there, between kisses and pecks, he whispered "I love you" on my lips.
End.
Second part
Author's note: I've alreay posted this fic a long time ago, but did not post it as an entry on my journal. So here it is as an entry and "re-mastered" by me. xD Hope you guys enjoyed! Tell me what you think!
Chapter: 1/2
Author: Pokky
Pairing: AoixUruha, OCxUruha
Genre: Slice of life, romance
Warnings: Incest, shota, read at own risk.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: "My brother told me "I love you" when I was 8 years old."
Notes: Before reading, do know that Uruha is 8, Aoi is 16 and Hana is 12.
~*~*~*~
23rd July 1995. It was this morning that onii-chan learned from his doctor's mouth that he wouldn't live old. "I'm afraid your son won't be able to reach his 21rst birthday. He already has the heart of an old man!" When doctor-san said that, mama's grip on my hand hurt. My onii-chan, he just stared at the ground as if nothing he had heard was of any importance.
We walked back home after doctor-san gave onii-chan his new weekly medications. Since the cause of his present handicap is still unknown, doctor-san can't give him anything too strong, only pills that would half erase the pain. Mama blamed doctor-san for onii-chan's weak old heart, shouting at the kitchen's walls that the medications were useless. Papa couldn't do anything much to appease mama's wrath. When mama is angry, the family tends to avoid her.
Personally, I think our family avoids saying the "L" word. I never heard this word being spoken in the house. We don't talk in my family, as we rarely do any activities together. Papa is a police officer and has to deal with many crimes every day. Mama stays at home and onii-chan is studying in college.
The first time I heard about this word was when I was at the Matsunori household. I was waiting for Hana-chan while eating breakfast that Miss Matsunori prepared for me. Very simple and my favourite: Tamagoyaki, chicken miso soup with rice!
I was eating and the telephone rang. From where I was sitting, I could see Miss Matsunori hurrying up to answer it. Then, Mister Matsunori came in the view, took her by the waist and cheerfully said "I Love You". After he said those words, I saw them kiss and disappear into their bedrooms. Hana-chan came and picked up the phone and said: "Moshi-mosh.. Oh, my parents? Ah, sorry, but they are presently making love, please call back later."
Mama and papa never showed any of those signs of.. um.. affection.
The Matsunori's are our neighbours since at least 2 months. Papa and mama think they are weird.
I follow onii-chan into his bedroom. Normally, onii-chan doesn't let me come in, but today, he acts like I'm not even here. I sit on the edge of his bed and silently watch him. I find him very handsome when he wears his white blouse and when he runs his fingers in his loose hair. Every time onii-chan wears his white blouse, he never buttons it up and never wears a t-shirt underneath. Despite his weak heart, he is as handsome as the God of Beauty...
He stays silent and continues to write down on his notebook. I look down at my thighs and pout. I never really talked to onii-chan, and even if I really wanted to tell him how I feel, how is a kid like me supposed to make it clear and simple?
Maybe he thinks I don't know what's going on with him but I do know what death is. Hana-chan told me about it. Last month, her grandmother died of an illness and she was 82 years old. Hana-chan said it was normal because that's what happens to old people. I asked her about onii-chan's condition, but she simply shrugged and said that not everyone has the chance to die old. What I understood from it was when you die, everything is over because nothing can bring back someone to life. That's the reason why I'm scared of death. If it happens, I'll never see onii-chan again.
I hear onii-chan sigh and I watch him. He runs his fingers through his hair again. He seems tired.
"Aoi-nii, what are you doing?" I never call him 'onii-chan'. He told me not to call him that because he hates it.
"I'm doing my math homework." He says without a hint of enthusiasm.
"Without a calculator?"
"I don't need one."
Onii-chan is a 'special boy'. That's what papa and Akira-sensei both told me. He is smarter than average people and does not bother to even study before any exams or mini-tests. His grades are at the top of his classes and that's why they decided to make him jump in to college right away. Among our village, he is known as 'The Genius' and everyone is proud of him, but he has problems with making friends.
His face is always stoic and depraved of any emotions. He frowns quite a lot and papa told me it was like this ever since he was born. It was as if onii-chan was always angry because he did not want to be born.
He does not talk much and scares most of my friends away without as much as lifting a finger. He may seem odd and moody, but for me, he is the image of perfection. He is the person I want to be like when I grow up. I know this is a selfish wish, but I want to grow up with him around, I don't want to let him go.
"... Uruha, aren't you supposed to be playing with Hana-chan today?" He asks.
"No. Not today, I don't want to."
"Huh? Why not?" He smirks at me and drops his pencil on his desk. He chuckles a little and I stand up. It catches me off-guard, because, frankly, it was a rare sight to see onii-chan smile.
"Aoi-nii.. This reminds me of something!" I exclaim.
"What is it?" He stands up too.
"Hana-chan and I almost made love! We were really close close close... We almost did it, but at the end, we didn't."
"You don't even know what making love is." He sighs but the smile is always there. I approach him.
"Yes I know! I saw Hana-chan's parents make love!"
"Really?(there was a hint of sarcasm in his voice) How did they 'make love' then?" He chuckles.
"I'll show you." I say and his normal face comes back. I take his hands and make him sit down on
the bed. I sit on his lap and look him in the eyes. "Here. Put your hands on my hips." I order him and even though he looked as if he didn't want to do it, he still let me lead his hands on my hips.
"Uruha... What are you doing?" He asks and even though I don't like the face he's giving me, I don't waver.
"Aoi-nii... Hana-chan told me to marry her when I'll be old enough."
"You're just kids. It won't happen." He says, annoyed and I pout.
"I know! Because I don't want to." I take his face with my little fingers and it surprises me that his face is as soft as my teddy bear.
"Uruha..."
"I love you." His eyes are wide and he doesn't say anything back, so I continue. "And when I'll be 21, I'll marry you."
".. Uruha, when you'll be 21, I'll be dea-" Mama yells it's time for lunch, but we don't move and onii-chan sighs.
We stay like this for a long period of time. My hands haven't left onii-chan's cheeks and I pout.
"Aoi-nii, I love you." I lean in and press my lips on his. I close my eyes as I recollect the memories from the love scene I saw with the Matsunori and his hands on my hips tightens. I peck and move away just to look at him but I don't get the chance to as he directly kisses me back. After more pecks, I feel his warm tears slide down on my fingers. He cups my left cheek with his hands.
And there, between kisses and pecks, he whispered "I love you" on my lips.
End.
Second part
Author's note: I've alreay posted this fic a long time ago, but did not post it as an entry on my journal. So here it is as an entry and "re-mastered" by me. xD Hope you guys enjoyed! Tell me what you think!