"Nee-chan!"

Note: I'm assuming that Akari is 18. If she's not, then she is in this fanfic. This part is told from Akari's POV.

When Yuma was born, I was about five. My parents were at the hospital for most of the day, while I was staying at home with my grandmother.

It would be an understatement to say that I was excited. I had been anticipating getting a little sibling for a long time, since my mom told me that she was pregnant again. I do have to confess that I was actually hoping to get a little sister, like most girls do. Granted, I guess I would not have really minded if it was a boy. I was in the hospital waiting room with my grandmother. My dad was in the operation room with my mom, while she was giving birth. I was really anxious, waiting for the doctors to say things were okay.

Eventually, however, my dad came out.

"Hey, Akari!" he said with a smile," Come in!" I blinked, and I looked at my grandmother. She smiled and nodded for me to go.

I walked over to where my father was. He lead me into the hospital room. I saw my mother on the bed, she was holding a small bundle, and she looked tired, but happy. From the bed, I heard some soft crying.

"Akari," she said with a smile," Come here." I slowly walked to the hospital bed, and my mother held out the bundle. In it was a little baby.

"This is your little brother," Mom said," Yuma." The baby was still crying, but I had to admit, he looked cute. He actually looked like my dad, with the same black hair with two red streaks.

"My… little brother?" I asked.

"You're a big sister," Dad said, tussling my hair with a grin. Mom brought Yuma down to my level.

"Look Yuma, this is your sister," she said with a smile. I looked at my baby brother and smiled.

"Hi, Yuma," I said," I'm Nee-chan!"

Yuma just continued to cry, but my Dad insisted it was because he was just born.

It was a while before Yuma was brought home. I remember Dad fixing up one room into Yuma's bedroom, complete with a crib.

Fortunately, my room wasn't that close to his. I considered that to be good, because he always was crying in the morning, demanding to be fed. I enjoyed sleeping late, and didn't get to do it often anymore, since he was always bawling.

My parents kept telling me that babies needed a lot of attention and care, and it would probably go like this for a while. While I was REALLY annoyed, I didn't complain, because I knew they were right.

One day, I went into Yuma's room, and I leaned on the crib bars. He was asleep, and I just looked at him, holding onto the bars. However, he suddenly woke up, and started crying. I cringed at the screaming sound. I heard my mother hurrying up the stairs, and I knew I would probably want to leave, since she might blame me. But as I was about to leave, the door burst open and my mother came in.

"Akari, what happened?" she demanded.

"I didn't do anything Kaa-chan!" I protested," I was just watching him when he woke up and started crying."

My mother sighed as she picked Yuma up and bounced him and down to try and make him stop crying.

"You really need to be more careful, he's just a baby," she said.

"But, Kaa-chan!" I moaned.

"No buts, Akari," Mom said sternly, as she looked at me," I don't want you bother Yuma again!"

I pouted, and left the room. I then sat on my bed, staring at the ground, with my knees pulled up to my chest.

"Stupid baby," I muttered," He just gets me into trouble."

As it turned out, he would. I don't know why, but whenever Yuma cried, it always seemed to be someone's fault, specifically mine.

One day, we were all sitting in the lounge. I was on the couch, playing a video game on a console, Mom was in a rocking chair, cradling Yuma, and Dad was reading a book. Grandma was in her room, presumably drinking tea, like she commonly did. She was a "traditionalist" after all.

"Akari, will you turn the sound off, please?" Mom asked," It might bother Yuma."

"But he's asleep right now," I protested.

"Don't argue with me," Mom said calmly," Just do what you are told. You know how much Yuma cries."

"Tou-chan!" I said to my dad.

"Listen to your mother, Akari," Dad said, not looking up. I glared, and stood up.

"Fine, I'll just go up to my room!" I snapped. As it turns out, I said it too loudly, and Yuma stirred from his sleep.

"Oops," I said with a weak grin, as Yuma started to cry. My parents glared at me, and I went up to my room, where I just sulked.

Later, that evening, I walked into Yuma's room, and grabbed the bars. Yuma was awake, and playing with his stuffed animals. He looked at me curiously. I just stuck my tongue out at him, and made faces. However, Yuma just laughed at the sight of my actions. This made me frustrated.

"I wish I wasn't your Nee-chan!" I said, as I stuck my tongue out again, before turning to walk out of the room.

"N… n… ne…," I heard Yuma said," Nee-chan!" I froze, and slowly turned around, I saw Yuma sitting up, smiling at me.

"Nee-chan!" he said again happily. It was his first word, and he was talking to me. I suddenly smiled, as I picked him up, and hurried down stairs.

"Tou-chan! Kaa-chan!" I said, as they both looked up," Yuma can talk!" I held him up.

"Nee-chan!" Yuma said again with a smile.

"Oh, that's adorable!" Mom said, as she walked over, and bent down," Its no shock that your his first word, he loves you very much." Dad laughed as he tussled both mine, and Yuma's hair.

"Those are my kids, they seem to share some kind of bond," he said.

I then smiled at Yuma, and I hugged him, and he seemed to hug me back.

That was the first in an ongoing stream of days that when people ask me about Yuma, and I say," I'm his Nee-chan!"

Note: I'm satisfied I wrote this. It has been eating at me for a while, but I wasn't sure how I was going to do it. I've go to say, I urge people to write more Yuma/Akari Family fanfics. I did have "Lisa's First Word" in mind when I wrote this.