Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ Sibling Rivalry ❯ Make-up Memories ( Chapter 4 )

Sibling Rivalry

I had the weirdest thing happen to me. Right after I wrote the last chapter, I decided to draw Nakago (I have a collection of drawings of seishi, so far I've drawn Tomo, Tamahome, Chiriko, Tasuki, Nuriko, Hotohori and the recent Nakago). Anyway, I'd finished it and I decided to put it up on my door (I like to display my drawings there). The weird thing was, it had a Mona Lisa affect. Its eyes follow you. I think that's odd, because I'd just been writing about Nakago having a very effective glare. I had no intention to do it, it just seemed to happen by itself. My whole family agrees, it does have scary eyes. Sorry for the long rant. I just thought that was strange.

Disclaimer: I am currently working on another evil plan, this time involving pretending to be Watase Yuu and signing a paper giving Fushigi Yuugi to me, however I need shin for it, and Tomo refuses to give him up.

Warnings: Shounen ai, finally. Bet you never thought I'd actually start writing the romantic bit, ne?

"So, Akira," Mrs Henderson said. They were travelling in her new red Ford. "What do you like to eat?"

Akira paused, processed the English and then tried to answer as best he could. "I like... fish," he said finally.

"Mum, do you think it would be better for me to speak to him, seeing as I know Japanese?" Tobias asked, arrogance clear in his voice. He was sure he would get one up on his sister's attempts to be friends with Akira now.

"Tobias, your Japanese report card has been Ds every year. I don't think your skills would be very effective," Mia said sarcastically.

"Mia, may I remind you, straight C student, that the rest of my report is all As. I just don't pay attention in Japanese. And, Thompson-sensei told me that this was to help," countered Tobias calmly.

"Well-" began Mia.

"Look, children," Mrs. Henderson said, stressing the word children pointedly. "I'm sure Akira is here to learn English, and speaking in Japanese won't help him at all. So you can both speak to him, in English, OK?" Neither twin responded. Tobias gave Mia a dirty look, which she returned.

"And this is my room," Mia said, ignoring the peg Akira had placed on his nose. She didn't see why. It was only last month that she'd put all the mouldy clothes in the wash. Surely they should be OK? Then she looked down and to her horror saw a pair of frilly pink underwear with teddy bears from when she was four. She blushed, and threw it under the bed in embarrassment. It would hopefully stay and rot with all the other embarrassing things under there. Mia knew that no one sane dared venture under her bed, unless they were Tobias looking for a nice disgusting thing to annoy his dear sister with. Tobias himself, who was hanging around presumably to spy on his sister, sniggered.

"If that was you, Toby, you can count on your video player being "accidentally" damaged in a few days!" Mia yelled after his retreating form.

"Don't call me Toby!" he yelled back. Akira, completely missing any of the language, got out his pocket dictionary and tried to look up Toby. It was clearly some type of insult.

"So, you see, that's the entire role of the Ching in Beijing Opera," Tobias was saying. Akira seemed slightly interested, the blonde boy hadn't shut his eyes yet, which was a good sign.

"Ching?" Akira repeated. "I understand..."

"You do?" asked Tobias, slightly excited at the prospect of someone actually caring about his passion. "Look, come over here, I have all my make-up, mum finally gave in and let me buy some. And I made a costume as well." He grabbed a mirror and a sponge, which he used to put the layer of white on.

He carefully applied his favourite pattern onto his face with another, smaller sponge and pulled on the costume (Akira turned around for this). Tobias, quite pleased with his accomplishment, smiled.

"You can look now," he said. Akira turned around, and gasped.

Tobias had stripes of black, red and indigo on his now white face, with a red circle on his forehead. His strange costume was red, black and gold, and his small frame was covered by billowing fabric. He seemed much taller and stronger now, even a little frightening.

He had become the powerful man from Akira's dream.

Akira couldn't say anything. He just stared. Eventually, he whispered quietly, "Tomo."

"Huh?" Tobias asked, bewildered. "Who's that?"

"Anata wa Tomo," Akira said, not knowing the English. Tobias, not having listened in the lesson they learnt "you", was still confused. However, another though had occurred to him, blocking out the confusion.

He sounds beautiful in Japanese, Tobias thought. Then he shook his head, sending away the strange idea. Tobias had always felt odd emotions about some boys, but he dismissed it as "growing up". He looks like an angel, Tobias' rebellious mind said.

"Oh, shut up!" Tobias tried to tell his brain. Unfortunately for him, he said it aloud, and Akira gave him an odd look. "No, not you, sorry..." But Tobias was too late. Akira, having looked the words up in his little pocket dictionary, stormed off angrily. Tobias felt a strong sense of deja vu, the confident way Akira walked stirred something in his memory as well as his heart. However, he ignored both, and started the task of wiping his face clean before his mother found him and told him to hurry up for school.

Seiryuu Girl: Well, I'm not a romance writer, really, so tell me if it was a bit odd. I am aware this is a bit short, but if I have long chapters I'll lose interest and start writing something else. Sorry, but I can't help it. I have a short attention span.