A Sibling Rivalry - Chapter 1
Chapter: 1
Pairing: Ayumu x Die (one-sided) & Kirito x Kyo
Bands: Zwei, Dir en grey, & Angelo
Rating: PG-15/R
Summary: Ayumu and Kirito go about their daily lives and talk to Die and Kyo about going to Sapporo.
Author's Notes: I've been contemplating this story idea for a while and rping Ayumu's little crush on Die gave me a little extra push to go for it...or at least try to.
Ayumu unlocks the door and opens it. She steps in, slips her shoes off, and turns the light on, before stepping aside and letting Die enter her apartment. She heads toward the kitchen and bends down, looking at the selection of wine bottles.
“Where do you want this?” Die asks, holding some bags in his arms.
She pulls out a bottle and casually points toward her studio. She looks through her cabinet and takes out a couple glasses, pouring some wine. She takes a small sip and feels a pair of arms around her waist from behind. She smiles a bit and tilts her head slightly, feeling a pair of lips attach to her skin.
She lifts the extra glass up and offers it to Die. “Try this,” she said.
Die takes the glass and smiles. “But I want to try this first,” he replies with a little smirk, nipping at her skin.
Ayumu laughs lightly and moves away some. She turns around and drinks some.
He sighs a bit and tries the elegant wine, nodding in approval. “Now can I try you?” he asks, smiling brightly.
She laughs again and kisses Die’s cheek. “No sex,” she states, going toward her studio.
“Why not? We’ve done everything else,” he says, following her.
“Because you’re my best friend and nothing more than that,” Ayumu reminds him, then looks at the colorful bulletin board. She takes a sip and flips up a page of the calendar. “My model should be over on Tuesday.”
“Oh yeah, your art show is coming up soon,” he says, standing beside her and putting his arm around her waist again. “Who’s your model this time?’
“Leo.”
“Leo?” Die repeats, drinking some. “Isn’t that that guy you’ve been dating?’
Ayumu nods, finishing up her wine, and hands the empty glass to the red head. “That means you get to stay home.”
He quirks a brow and says, “Oh~ He’s gonna get lucky that night.”
“You think I’m that easy?” she smirks a bit.
“Well, you won’t let me sleep with you and we’ve been friends for…” Die pauses, mentally counting the years, “…a long time.”
Ayumu laughs a little, approaching the half painted canvas, and corrects, “Since high school, honey.”
“But we could change that~”
“Sometimes I wonder if that’s all you want from our friendship.”
Die pouts a little and puts the wine glasses aside, going over to the sink. “No, I like spending time with you. You’re a different kind of woman,” he admits, filling up a cup with water and bringing it to Ayumu. “If that’s all I wanted, then I wouldn’t be here,” he says with a smile.
“Aww, that’s sweet. Maybe I’ll call you after he leaves and we’ll hang out,” she says, dipping her paint brush in the clear water.
He smiles and sits next to her, watching her work.
“Better yet, you can go to Sapporo with me this weekend,” Ayumu says, guiding the red paint on the woven surface.
“What’s there?”
“My parent’s house. My mother wanted us to have a reunion or something.”
“That means Kirito’s gonna be there,” he sighs softly, resting his chin on the palm of his hand.
“Well, he is my brother,” she smiles, glancing at Die as she continues painting.
“He’s so odd…”
“Die, we’re practically the same.”
“I guess,” he sighs again.
~*~
Kyo walks in and heads toward the music room. He hears a little strumming from the direction he is walking. He smiles a little to himself and stands in the doorway of the room, watching the other play. He keeps quiet and listens to the music being produced.
The older man pauses fro a moment and tunes his guitar, not noticing Kyo enter and join his side. He runs his fingers over the strings and glances over at Kyo.
“Hey there, stranger,” he greets.
“Working on music again?” Kyo asks.
“Yeah,” Kirito answers, leaning over and kissing the blonde’s cheek, “Are you ready to go to Sapporo?”
Kyo bites his bottom lip and nods slowly.
“Don’t tell me you’re nervous,” he laughs lightly.
“Well, it’s the first time I’ve ever met your parents…our any of your family,” he admits.
“Just calm down. My family’s gonna love you and if they don’t, then too bad.”
“I guess. How long are we gonna be there?”
“Only the weekend,” Kirito says, putting the guitar aside.
He gets up from his seat and takes Kyo to the kitchen, seating him at the empty table. He goes into the fridge and takes out various vegetables and cheese. He gets a couple plates and bread and starts making sandwiches for them.
“Always making food for me,” Kyo states, watching the other.
“Because I know you’re hungry,” the older man responds, giving the other a brief smile.
“Ah, you know me too well,” he smiles a bit and looks at the plate being placed in front of him. “You’re gonna make me fat.”
Kirito laughs a little and sits across from him. “We can always work that out,” he says with a smirk.
“You would say that,” he chuckles a bit and murmurs, “Pervert.”
“You like it.”
Pairing: Ayumu x Die (one-sided) & Kirito x Kyo
Bands: Zwei, Dir en grey, & Angelo
Rating: PG-15/R
Summary: Ayumu and Kirito go about their daily lives and talk to Die and Kyo about going to Sapporo.
Author's Notes: I've been contemplating this story idea for a while and rping Ayumu's little crush on Die gave me a little extra push to go for it...or at least try to.
Ayumu unlocks the door and opens it. She steps in, slips her shoes off, and turns the light on, before stepping aside and letting Die enter her apartment. She heads toward the kitchen and bends down, looking at the selection of wine bottles.
“Where do you want this?” Die asks, holding some bags in his arms.
She pulls out a bottle and casually points toward her studio. She looks through her cabinet and takes out a couple glasses, pouring some wine. She takes a small sip and feels a pair of arms around her waist from behind. She smiles a bit and tilts her head slightly, feeling a pair of lips attach to her skin.
She lifts the extra glass up and offers it to Die. “Try this,” she said.
Die takes the glass and smiles. “But I want to try this first,” he replies with a little smirk, nipping at her skin.
Ayumu laughs lightly and moves away some. She turns around and drinks some.
He sighs a bit and tries the elegant wine, nodding in approval. “Now can I try you?” he asks, smiling brightly.
She laughs again and kisses Die’s cheek. “No sex,” she states, going toward her studio.
“Why not? We’ve done everything else,” he says, following her.
“Because you’re my best friend and nothing more than that,” Ayumu reminds him, then looks at the colorful bulletin board. She takes a sip and flips up a page of the calendar. “My model should be over on Tuesday.”
“Oh yeah, your art show is coming up soon,” he says, standing beside her and putting his arm around her waist again. “Who’s your model this time?’
“Leo.”
“Leo?” Die repeats, drinking some. “Isn’t that that guy you’ve been dating?’
Ayumu nods, finishing up her wine, and hands the empty glass to the red head. “That means you get to stay home.”
He quirks a brow and says, “Oh~ He’s gonna get lucky that night.”
“You think I’m that easy?” she smirks a bit.
“Well, you won’t let me sleep with you and we’ve been friends for…” Die pauses, mentally counting the years, “…a long time.”
Ayumu laughs a little, approaching the half painted canvas, and corrects, “Since high school, honey.”
“But we could change that~”
“Sometimes I wonder if that’s all you want from our friendship.”
Die pouts a little and puts the wine glasses aside, going over to the sink. “No, I like spending time with you. You’re a different kind of woman,” he admits, filling up a cup with water and bringing it to Ayumu. “If that’s all I wanted, then I wouldn’t be here,” he says with a smile.
“Aww, that’s sweet. Maybe I’ll call you after he leaves and we’ll hang out,” she says, dipping her paint brush in the clear water.
He smiles and sits next to her, watching her work.
“Better yet, you can go to Sapporo with me this weekend,” Ayumu says, guiding the red paint on the woven surface.
“What’s there?”
“My parent’s house. My mother wanted us to have a reunion or something.”
“That means Kirito’s gonna be there,” he sighs softly, resting his chin on the palm of his hand.
“Well, he is my brother,” she smiles, glancing at Die as she continues painting.
“He’s so odd…”
“Die, we’re practically the same.”
“I guess,” he sighs again.
~*~
Kyo walks in and heads toward the music room. He hears a little strumming from the direction he is walking. He smiles a little to himself and stands in the doorway of the room, watching the other play. He keeps quiet and listens to the music being produced.
The older man pauses fro a moment and tunes his guitar, not noticing Kyo enter and join his side. He runs his fingers over the strings and glances over at Kyo.
“Hey there, stranger,” he greets.
“Working on music again?” Kyo asks.
“Yeah,” Kirito answers, leaning over and kissing the blonde’s cheek, “Are you ready to go to Sapporo?”
Kyo bites his bottom lip and nods slowly.
“Don’t tell me you’re nervous,” he laughs lightly.
“Well, it’s the first time I’ve ever met your parents…our any of your family,” he admits.
“Just calm down. My family’s gonna love you and if they don’t, then too bad.”
“I guess. How long are we gonna be there?”
“Only the weekend,” Kirito says, putting the guitar aside.
He gets up from his seat and takes Kyo to the kitchen, seating him at the empty table. He goes into the fridge and takes out various vegetables and cheese. He gets a couple plates and bread and starts making sandwiches for them.
“Always making food for me,” Kyo states, watching the other.
“Because I know you’re hungry,” the older man responds, giving the other a brief smile.
“Ah, you know me too well,” he smiles a bit and looks at the plate being placed in front of him. “You’re gonna make me fat.”
Kirito laughs a little and sits across from him. “We can always work that out,” he says with a smirk.
“You would say that,” he chuckles a bit and murmurs, “Pervert.”
“You like it.”