Oh! Warnings! This fic will contain incest! And yaoi! So, if this bothers you, please don't read it.

Disclaimer: They aren't mine... *sniff* I'm just borrowing them for a little fun. I'm not making any money off of this, so don't sue, all I have is my keychain collection. ^_^

Anyway, enough of my babbling, on to the fic!!

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Storm of the Heart 1/?

~All these mixed emotions
We keep locked away like stolen pearls
Stolen pearl devotions
We keep locked away from all the world~
-Tears of Pearl, Savage Garden

Suboshi sat on the rooftop, gazing at the moon in silent contemplation. His thoughts were focused on his brother. Amiboshi had been acting strangely lately. He's been quiet, more so than usual, and withdrawn. Brow creasing in a frown, he mused over what could be disturbing his brother.

As if his thoughts had summoned him, a warm hand came to rest on his shoulder, followed by a quiet greeting. "Hey."

Suboshi smiled as his brother sank down beside him. "Hey yourself," he replied.

"What are you doing up here?" Amiboshi asked.

"Thinking." Suboshi turned and growled at his brother, "One crack about that and I'll knock you off the roof!"

Holding up his hands in a placating gesture, Amiboshi smiled. "I wouldn't dream of it."

Suboshi grinned at him. "Sure you wouldn't." He muttered.

They sat together in companionable silence for a few more minutes before Amiboshi rose to his feet. Staring into the distance, he rested a hand on his brother's head, gently stroking the brown strands. "The storm's moving in fast...you should head inside soon." That said, he leaned down and pressed a light kiss to Suboshi's head, then left.

Turning around to regard his brother's retreating back, Suboshi's brow creased into a small frown. Now that was strange. When Amiboshi had kissed him, he'd gotten a strange twinge of...something from his brother. Making a mental note to ask Amiboshi about it tomorrow, he returned to his moon gazing.

A light breeze swept over him, carrying with it the smell of rain. Deciding to take his brother's advice, he stood up and went inside.

~~~~

A particularly loud crash of thunder jarred Suboshi from a sound sleep. Looking around sleepily, he tried to figure out what had woken him. He let out an undignified squeak and jumped nervously when another crash of thunder echoed through the room. "Guess that answers *that* question," he muttered, getting out of bed and stumbling to the door.

Yawning hugely, he poked his mussed head out the door and peered out into the darkened hall. After a moment he stepped out all the way and headed for Amiboshi's room.

Amiboshi woke with a start when he heard his door creak open. Still half asleep he mumbled, "Who 's it?"

"Suboshi," Came the quiet reply.

Once, when they were children, Suboshi had wandered off and gotten lost. He was forced to spend the night outside while a wild storm raged. They'd found him the next day soaked to the bone, and Suboshi had come down with a terrible fever, nearly dying of it. Ever since he'd been terrified of storms. It became a ritual between them that, whenever there was a storm, Suboshi would sneak into his brother's room and crawl into to bed with him. He still did it, though whether from a continued fear of storms, or just habit, Amiboshi wasn't sure.

"Mmm." He laid back down and lifted the blankets, already falling back to sleep. A moment later his brother slipped into bed with him, and Amiboshi transferred his head from the pillow to Suboshi's shoulder, wrapping his arm loosely around his brother's waist. "G'night, Shun-chan," he murmured, before sleep claimed him once more.

~~~~~~

Amiboshi woke slowly, dancing in that place between waking and sleeping, without quite being either. Half remembered dream fragments flickered and vanished, leaving only a vague impression of contentment and confusion in their wake.

He lay still, listening to the steady beat of Suboshi's heart beneath his ear, feeling the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. He frowned slightly, unable to remember the dream but feeling it was important somehow. Suboshi....the dream had had something to do with his brother, but, try as he might, he couldn't seem to remember what. "How frustrating..." he sighed.

He felt Suboshi shift slightly. "Wha's frustratin'?" he asked in a sleep slurred voice.

"Have you ever had a dream that you *know* is important but no matter how hard you try, you can't remember it?"

"Yup," Suboshi replied, sounding a little more awake. "You should just forget about it or you're going to drive yourself nuts trying to remember."

"You're right," Amiboshi said, but something still tugged at the edge of his consciousness, taunting him mercilessly by remaining just out of reach.

Suboshi started to get up, causing Amiboshi to let out a protesting mumble and tighten his grip on his brother's waist. Chuckling, he settled back down and cast a mock glare at Amiboshi, who had shifted so that he could see his brother and still use his chest as a pillow. "What? Am I your own personal pillow now?"

Amiboshi smiled impishly and nodded. "Mm-hm. You're in my bed and that makes you fair game."

Suboshi stretched luxuriously and yawned. "Well, as much I'd love to stay here and be your pillow, I really have to go to the bathroom."

"Huh?" With a sheepish grin Amiboshi pushed himself into a sitting position. "Sorry."

"You apologize too much." Suboshi muttered, crawling to the foot of the bed.

Amiboshi looked up, about to apologize for apologizing too much, but falling silent at the sight before him. Suboshi sat at the foot of the bed, pulling his shirt on, looking sleepy and disheveled. His hair stuck out at odd angles and his bright blue eyes were at half mast. Amiboshi felt himself smile. //He's so cute when he's all rumpled and tired.//

Already halfway to the door, Suboshi missed the confused frown that crossed his brother's features.

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Amiboshi sat on the branch of a tree tucked away in a hidden corner of the garden. He twirled his flute absently, staring ahead with unseeing eyes. It was the first chance he'd had to really be alone for the past few days. So he'd seized the opportunity to think over a rather disturbing subject. Suboshi. Or rather, his thoughts regarding his brother were what disturbed him, not Suboshi himself.

Recently, he'd found himself *noticing* things about Suboshi that he'd never looked twice at before. His voice, the way he moved, and especially his eyes. Sure, they were the same as his own, but he found his brother's infinitely more fascinating and beautiful then the ones he saw in the mirror every day.

Amiboshi sighed and let his head fall back to rest against the trunk of the tree. Hell, he'd even caught himself mooning at Suboshi like some lovelorn idiot once or twice. His eyes widened as the significance of that thought struck him like a physical blow. //Oh, god....// Violently pushing the thought away, he brought his flute to his lips, grateful for the distraction it provided.

Eyes drifting shut, he took a deep breath and began to play. A sad, hauntingly beautiful melody drifted out over the garden, keeping perfectly with his mood. The music wrapped around him like a lover's embrace, all thoughts of the outside world forgotten. There was only the music and nothing else. After an indeterminate amount of time he let the song trail off and end, leaving only silence.

Amiboshi set the flute in his lap, eyes fluttering open to meet deep blue ones only a few inches from his own. "Yeee!" He squeaked in surprise and nearly fell off the branch.

"Whoa!" Suboshi reached out to steady him. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"That's okay..." Amiboshi replied, fighting a losing battle with the blush that threatened.

Suboshi sat back and regarded his brother thoughtfully. Frowning, he asked, "Okay, what's wrong?"

"Wrong?" Amiboshi asked faintly, feeling a little light headed.

Leveling a glare at him, Suboshi burst out, "Yes, wrong! Damn it, Amiboshi, *talk* to me!" He paused for a moment, trying to get his temper under control. "You look like you haven't slept in days. I swear you're losing weight. You've been wandering around like a depressed zombie for the last *week*. And then there's that song," he sighed. "Do you even know that you had nearly everyone in hearing range in tears?"

Amiboshi looked up in surprise at that, just now noticing the tear tracks on his brother's face. He reached out as if to touch him, but stopped just short and let his hand fall back into his lap, along with his gaze. "I didn't mean....I'm sorry."

Amiboshi started when Suboshi grabbed his chin and gently forced him to meet his eyes. "I'm worried about you," he said quietly. "Please, *please* tell me what's wrong."

"I..." At being forced to look into his brother's eyes, so filled with concern, the last of Amiboshi's control crumbled away. "I can't!" The tears he'd worked so carefully to contain began spilling down his cheeks. How could Suboshi expect him to tell him what was wrong, when he wasn't even sure himself? //Great...and now I'm weeping like a woman.// But It was as if a dam had burst, and despite Amiboshi's attempts to stop them, the tears stubbornly continued to flow.

Suboshi blinked in surprise as his brother suddenly burst into tears. He reached out and drew Amiboshi into a comforting hug, expression turning dark when he felt his brother latch onto his shirt and begin sobbing uncontrollably. This wasn't right. Amiboshi had always been the stronger of the two, and he'd *never* just burst into tears for no reason. "Shh..." he murmured, stroking Amiboshi's back soothingly. "It'll be all right." The words became a comforting litany and, after a while, the sobs quieted before disappearing altogether.

Suboshi was not surprised to find that his brother had fallen asleep, still clutching at his shirt. Scooping him up, Suboshi jumped out of the tree, careful not to wake Amiboshi as he did so. Looking down at his brother's face, he sighed and wiped the last traces of tears away. "I wish you'd talk to me..." Shaking his head, he turned around and took his brother inside.

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Amiboshi's eyes fluttered open, and he yawned hugely, looking around with some confusion. He was in his bedroom, but how had he gotten there? Slowly,the memories of what happened earlier returned to him. His eyes widened and he groaned into his pillow. "I cried on him...how humiliating." He knew that Suboshi wouldn't care about it, beyond being worried about him, but it was embarrassing nevertheless.

A warm wash of contentment swept over him as he remembered the feeling of Suboshi's arms wrapped securely around him. Sure, he'd been crying his eyes out at the time, but still. A stray thought floated across his consciousness. //You have it bad...//The thought made him sit bolt upright, eyes as wide as saucers. //Ohmygodohmygodohmygod...// He sat there for a few minutes, the same phrase running through his mind over and over.

Sucking in a ragged breath, Amiboshi wrapped his arms securely around himself. "I'm in love with him." He said in a disbelieving whisper. His mind immediately threw out hundreds of reason why he wasn't, couldn't, and shouldn't be in love with Suboshi, all of which were easily countered. "I've...got to go get some fresh air." He murmured.

~~~~~

Suboshi sat watching as the sun sank slowly beneath the horizon, bathing him in an orange glow. His mind ran in circles, trying to figure out what was wrong with his brother, but finding no answers. He heard a faint rustle behind him and, a moment later, Amiboshi sat down beside him. They remained silent for a long while, both wanting to talk, yet neither knowing what to say.

Finally settling on a somewhat safe topic, Amiboshi asked, "I fell asleep?"

Nodding, Suboshi turned and stared at his brother for a long moment. "This isn't like you," he said.

Amiboshi sighed, letting his eyes drift shut and dropping his head. The silence stretched between them, until he asked in a choked whisper, "Have you ever been in love? Have you ever been so utterly and completely in love with someone that they're all you can think about? Have you ever known that that person would hate you if they knew?"

There was a long silence before Suboshi replied quietly, "No."

Amiboshi nodded, the answer expected. Tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, he stood up and started walking away. "Then you can't know how I feel. Please....just leave me alone."

Suboshi jumped up ran after his brother. "The hell I will! Why don't you just tell this girl and get it over with? At least then you'll *know.*"

Amiboshi stopped and turned to face his brother. "It's not that simple."

"Well, tell me who it is, and *I'll* tell her! Is it Soi? Yui?" Suboshi paused when he realized that pretty much covered all the women he knew.

Cocking his head slightly, Amiboshi remained silent for a moment. "Do you really want to know that badly?" he asked quietly. At Suboshi's nod, he stepped forward and cupped his brother's face gently. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to Suboshi's in a feather light kiss.

It wasn't much of a kiss, but it left Suboshi's mind reeling nonetheless. He stared with wide eyes as Amiboshi pulled back, the sad resignation in his brother's eyes tugging at his heart. Before he could gather his wits enough to manage an intelligible sentence, Amiboshi was gone, leaving him standing alone in the fading light.