3/15/10

Disclaimer: I do not own Oniichan to Issho, its logos, its idea, its concept, nor its characters. They belong to Hari Tokeino! Thank you.

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It might be strange to think of it in this manner, but Miyashita Sakura was in love with her brother. Not in any creepy illegal way -- I mean, they weren't even related by blood. It wasn't her Grammar Teacher brother, Takashi. Or the tall and quiet Takeshi. Not even the blushing and shy anger-issued Tsuyoshi, who had a strong hate for Rin, the cross-dressing friend, and dogs. No. It was Masashi. Her eldest brother, with the long flowing hair and pale, smooth skin. The one that was more of a woman than she was.

Pulling her jacket over her petite frame, Sakura collected her things and walked out of the classroom. Soon she wouldn't be doing this. She would be graduated and free to lounge around the house in sweats and tank tops -- that is, if Masashi didn't try to pounce her!

Blushing at this thought, she walking out of the classroom and down the hall towards the stairs. She wished she could just go home and sleep, but she had to take care of soccer equipment. It would be her job to clean the towels and clothes, and put away everything. Too short to try out for sports, she had to run errands for the team. What fun.

As the brunette passed the large windows at the end of the hall that peered onto the school grounds, she happened to glance up and out. Normally she would see nothing but fields of grass and flowers, and perhaps a few students. But instead, out on the grass, stood her blond brother, holding a large sign that read (in his feminine script) "WANTED: YOUNG GIRL, 18, BRUNETTE. IF POSSIBLE, NAMED MIYASHITA SAKURA". Her face burned bright red as her eyes ran over the rose colored paint. How could he?! And at her school -- where'd she had to go to every day?! Turning, she ran down the hall in an embarrassed manner, running down the stairs and into the lobby. She was determined to get out of there before Masashi caught up with her.

Unfortunately, as she ran out the front door, she missed the large black trash bin sitting in front of her. As she tried not to be seen by her brother, she ran into it. Being so light, she tipped over, instead of the bin, and landed in it head first. Grunting, she stared up at the blue sky, which was only visible around a border of the black cylinder. Her neck was bent forward, her chin against her sternum. She pulled her legs in and sat up, letting out a breathy sigh. Luckily, this bin had been empty. Closing her eyes and letting out a mutter, she slowly stood, afraid it would tip over with any sudden movements.

As she peeked out from the top of the can, she noticed that people were staring. Blushing, she swung one short leg over the edge and hopped out. Despite her limber stature, her ankle was caught on the edge of the bin. Tripping forward, she fell onto the ground, pulling the trash can along with her. As her leg fell out, the can began to roll towards the concrete steps.

Lying with her chin against the ground, she looked out towards the students. Her body was flat against the ground. Quickly jumped to her knees, she pushed herself up and reached for her bag, only to see that it wasn't there. Looking around frantically at the cement flat, her eyes landed on the black tube rolling down the stairs, bouncing and bumping along the railing.

Her eyes widened and she let out a whimper. "My bag ... !" She took off in a quick sprint after the can, hopping down the stairs and grabbing at the railing. Rolling across the short flat and then down my steps, the can was gaining speed. And Sakura was ... well ... Imagine a non-athlete after running a mile. Panting, out of breath, red and sweaty. Bent over themselves with their hands on their knees and gasping for air. Yes. That runner -- that was Sakura.

From the other side of the school stood her brother, still holding his sign up in the air. His flimsy, weak arms grew tired and he dropped the cardboard, letting out a huff. Rubbing his upper arms, he glanced around. Where was Sakura anyway? She was supposed to be here almost five minutes ago ...

The man's eyes narrowed as he thought of the young black-haired boy by the name of Suzuki forcing himself on Sakura. His baby sister! Gritting his teeth, he bent over and grabbed the sign. He would put an end to that, oh yes he would. Storming across the campus, he headed for the front door. His shiny red heels clacked loudly on the concrete, his ankle-length floral print dress swaying around him. Pulling his head scarf over his mouth, he glared forward. Sunglasses hid his angry look as he whizzed past everyone else. Women stared in confusion, wondering what was wrong with the strange-looking lady. A few of the high school boys were infatuated, their eyes sparkling. Masashi didn't seem to notice this as he rushed forward. He was going to kill that boy. That Ichirou ...

As he crossed over to the stairs, he happened to look over to his left to see a small girl running after a rolling trash bin, shrieking and panicking. As he stopped short to stare, he noticed something familiar about the girl. Was it her short brown bob? Or her dark blue jacket? Or was it simply the way she held her hands while she juggled down the stairs in a frenzy. In any case, he knew who it was in an instant. Clutching his sign in his hands, he squealed.

"Sakura!" Tossing the sign behind him, he picked up the hem of his dress and began to make his way down the stairs. "Wait for me!"

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Panting and exhausted, the girl collapsed onto the bed. Her face was beet red and sweating. Glaring over at her brother, she pulled her legs up onto the bed. "You didn't have to come get me. I was fine by myself walking home."

"Well if I hadn't come gotten you, you would have lost your bag."

She glowered as he held up her dark navy bookbag with two fingers. "You can keep it!"

"What?" He was confused. Pulling off the soft pink, gauzy scarf from his head, he looked at the girl. "What's the matter?"

Throwing herself onto the bed, she looked up at the ceiling. "Nothing's the matter, Masashi."

The man approached slowly, looking down at the younger girl. He slid off his sunglasses, his gaze softening. "If you wish to know, Sakurachan, I came to get you because you're my sister ... I wanted you to be safe on the way home ... not to embarrass you." His now low voice was serious. It seemed he could switch his personalities -- and genders -- at times. The girl blushed as she looked away.

"I wasn't embarrassed about that."

"What? My outfit?"

" ..... " she sighed, "No."

" ...... " He knelt down, brushing the bangs from the girl's face. She turned to look at him, her eyes concentrating on him. He smiled softly, leaning over and kissing her forehead. "You'll get used to it, eventually."

Sakura was silent as Masashi stood and walked out of the room, carrying his sunglasses in his hand loosely. As the door slid closed, she realized what had happened. Frowning and blushing, the grabbed a pillow and threw it at the wall.

"S-Stupid Masashi!"