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I sighed as I stood in front of a house, wait no, a mansion. How on earth did I get into this mess again?

Flashback

"Okay, let me get this straight. You are going to marry a woman. A woman with twelve sons. Twelve frigging sons. For God's sake, twelve! Mm hmm, anything else you might want to tell me, dad? Huh? Huuuuuuuh?"

Dad sighed, massaging his temples as if trying to make me shut up, and said, "Kyo-kun, please calm down. And yes, Miwa-san and I are going to get married soon. And no, she has 13 sons."

I groaned, putting my face into my hands. "Right. Thirteen. Sorry. Isn't this a bit too sudden?," I complained as I flung my hands wildly. "I have never even seen her before!"

"That shouldn't be the problem, Kyo. She's an amazing, a capable, and a wonderful woman," he stated with a dreamy sigh, his brown hair falling into his dazed eyes. Ew. "In fact, she's an excellent mother. She's been raising her sons singlehandedly, and one of them is already a doctor, I believe."

"A doctor? How old is he? Wait, how old is the woman!?"I cried in disbelief. A doctor? The last time I check, it takes almost 7 or more years to become a doctor. How old is Miwa-san when she first had a son?

"I'm sure you will like her." Dad said, deftly avoiding my question. She'd better not be some grandma.

The last time he said he was sure of something, it was his cooking skills. And he nearly set the house on fire trying to 'cook'. I mentally groaned. "Anything else to tell me?"

Dad looked hesitant, "I am going to be spending time with her for a while."

"Uh huh, so you're going to have your lovey dovey time together while you leave your beloved, defenseless, and oh-so lonely daughter at home. Oh, woe is me!" I ended my monologue with a dramatic sigh, taking a tissue from the coffee table to blow my nose.

"That's not all." He paused, and I knew he was going to drop the bomb. "And you are going to be living in her house with her sons."

I crumbled the piece of tissue and threw it at his face.

"Quit joking around, dad. There's no way I'm going to be living in a house full of hormones raging males. I can literally smell the testosterone from all the way here." Ignoring his 'You don't even know where they live', I continued "Besides, I can take care of myself just fine. I'm 16, dad."

"I know that you can take care of yourself," He said soothingly, as if he knew I was going to flip soon, "I just want you to spend more time with the other side of the family. I'm sorry I didn't tell you this earlier, but I've been really busy recently." As if on cue, his phone rang. He glanced down at his phone, before shutting it. "Seems like I'm already running late for my next meeting. All your things are in your luggage, and the driver is going to send you there. Send you there right now. Like, now."

He peered at my shocked face through his lashes to see my reaction at his impromptu announcement. Taking my surprise as an advantage, he quickly added, "Last reminder, don't get into unnecessary fights. Love you, bye!" He said it in a rush, before quickly fleeing from the room.

I banged my head against the sofa, shaking myself out of my stupor.

"DAD! COME BACK HERE!"

Flashback End

Not exactly the best way to break the news to a teenager, but dad had already done it. And did he not realize that making me live with 13 males wasn't exactly going to make me stop fighting? In fact, living with them probably makes fighting more frequent. It is true that I always get into fights with boys in my middle school, coming home with supporting bruises. Although, that doesn't happen too much now, does it? The last time I fought was two days ago. My highest record of not fighting was 5 days. Pretty impressive, I must say. Dad tried to make me stop fighting, but after fruitless tries, he gave up, saying that he shouldn't have been the one to introduce martial arts to me.

I shook myself out of my thoughts, telling myself that I probably looked like an idiot staring at a house for so long. What was its name again? Sunshine Residence? Sunrise Residence? Bleh, nevermind...

I rang the doorbell and patiently waited for 10 seconds, before a man around his thirties opened the door. His soft brown hair swayed slightly as he came into view. He gave a small frown.

"How may I help?"

I let annoyance took over my features.

"Don't you know how your sister looks like?"

He frowned deeper at my rudeness, and showed me a picture of a long black haired girl with bright emerald eyes, and I inwardly flinched. Not exactly the best picture, considering how it looks like a mug shot.

"This is my sister." He said patiently and softly, as if explaining something to a kid.

"...I am seriously this close to hitting your head with a frying pan. Do you have a frying pan? I need to hit your head with it. And yes, I am your sister, and no, don't give me that look."

"You're a girl?" He did not just.. . "What? What happened to your hair?" He questioned as his gentle brown eyes took a curious glint, gesturing to my hair.

"Oh that? A kid next door stuck his bubblegum into my hair yesterday, so I had to cut it."

He gave no reply and just stood there, looking at me. I guess I didn't look much like a girl with my short hair, and my oversized jacket wasn't exactly helping.

I cleared my throat. Well, this is awkward... Is he going to stare at me all day just to confirm I'm his sister? Umm.. should I tell him to stop staring? Or do I just go into the house? Oh God, help me. I seriously don't know how to do this.

As if my prayer had been answered, a small kid suddenly peered from behind the man, giving me the brightest grin ever.

"Onee-chan! Good morning! Nice to meet you! I'm Wataru, the youngest!," He paused his enthusiastically delivered introduction, before pursing his lips thoughtfully, "Masao-nii? Why aren't you letting her in?"

I smirked. I think I'm going to like this kid.

"Morning, Wataru-chan. It's a pleasure to meet you too. " I pleasantly greeted, feeling extra nice today. And, well, maybe to get onto the older guy's nerves.

The man stared at me, wondering if I was the same person as the rude girl before, but at the same time, he had the decency to look sheepish.

"I'm sorry, Kyo-san. I thought you were a stranger. Please, pardon my rudeness. I'm Asahina Masaomi, the eldest. Come on in. Make yourself at home. Do you need help with your luggage?" He said, looking at the big luggage. God knows what dad stuffed in there.

I laughed it off. "No need. Masaomi-san. I'm sure I can handle it myself."

Wataru grinned cheekily, before grabbing my hand and dragging me inside the house, and... Wow. Just wow. The house was big. And capacious. And... I couldn't place a word for it. Maybe.. lonely? And, woah, did I just see an elevator? Because no, that's just fine and perfectly normal. Because there's usually an elevator inside of a house. It's a necessity, you know?

A piece of paper was then gently placed in front of me.

"Here's the map of the house. I'm sure you'll need it." Yeah, I'm sure too.

Author's Note:

Recently obsessed with Brocon. Hmm.. gotta love them boys.

Decided to write this fanfiction, because Ema's character isn't exactly how.. I would like it? I mean, she's nice and all, but she'stoo nice, yanno? I wonder how the story will go if the personality of the heroine is the opposite, so I decided to write it!

So I edited some parts and all. :) Hope you all enjoyed it!

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Peace out ;)