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a guide to kill potential suitors

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Rin, contrary to popular belief, did have the capacity to love. He loved swimming and he loved his sister and if anyone fucked with either of the two, they'd die.

Probably by drowning.

The problem was, the guy he wanted to viciously shove under chlorinated water and never let up was Mako. And that fucker could swim.

Not as well as he could—that he knew for sure—but Mako had a mean backstroke. Plus, they all knew since they were kids how to tread water. That was baby stuff.

What was even worse was this: Mako was tall. It wasn't as if he could throw Mako over his shoulder like he might with Nagisa and shove him to the point where the pool level dropped from 2 meters to 3 and watch as the squirt flailed around when his feet couldn't touch the ground.

(Not that he could because that one swam, too. Fuck, why did he only know swimmers? Where was the justice?)

But the thing was, it was harder because Mako had a good 8 centimeters on him, and it was hideously hard to kill tall people.

…not that he'd ever tried before.

…uh.

Regardless, he'd moved back in with his sister upon realizing that the fact that she'd grown boobs and an ass had landed her in all sorts of trouble that she didn't need to be in.

But Rin wouldn't even be in this situation if Mako would just keep his grubby, lecherous, panty-sniffing paws off of his sister.

It started two Sundays ago when Mako had the balls to show up at his place where he lived with his sister and knock on the front door at eleven in the morning.

The gall.

Rin had been casually flipping through channels on the wall mounted television while Gou took four thousand hours to shower, all while belting out the lyrics to some girl pop band he didn't care about but tolerated because it was Gou.

Gou was the best part of his life, if he had to be brutally honest with himself. And that was saying a lot because he loved swimming.

But the knock on the door had interrupted his monotonous routine and without much thought he'd trudged to the door to find who else but Mako standing in the doorway with a handful of dandelions.

And then the wind blew and spread their white disease fluff all over him.

Needless to say the door had been promptly slammed in Mako's face, and by the time Gou had emerged from the bathroom in a puff of hot steam, Rin was back on the couch, ankles crossed one over the other on the coffee table, head propped in one hand, and plotting the contingency of Mako's death.

Since then, Gou had arrived home with daisies that she'd stuck in a vase and displayed proudly on the window sill and a fucking goldfish. She'd named it Suki.

Girls.

But the real last straw landed when Gou hopped into the shower on a lazy Sunday morning and started belting out songs that he'd never heard her sing before.

And that was when he found the mix tape.

By the time Gou emerged from the bathroom, towel wrapped around her head like a turban to absorb as much water as possible, the mix tape had ended up in the trash, the front door was open, and Rin was gone.

She blinked, and then sighed. "Idiot."

Picking up the wall phone and dialing, she held the receiver to her ear while she toyed with the curled cord. It rung once, twice, before he picked up.

"Nagisa-chan, you can tell Makoto-san to come out of the bushes now. Nii-san's gone."

By the time Rin had returned an hour later after scouring Mako's home, all the pools in the area, and the beach, Gou was sitting cross legged on the couch munching on a box of chocolates sporting a smug look on her face.

"FUCK."

And that's how the fist sized hole in their wall was born.

notes: for les! er, so I might have gotten sucked into swimming anime. ALSO SRSLY THOUGH CAN SOMEONE TEACH ME TO STRIP AS FABULOUSLY AS THEY DO?