dysfunctional loving [r]

[FUYUMINE HIKARU]

WEEP FOR YOURSELF MY MAN YOU'LL,
never be what is in your heart

“Geh!” a sound most notably heard in the Fuyumine household, it didn’t matter whether or not it was morning or night, because the father of both Hikaru and Shigeru would always be able to find something monotonous to complain about when living with two male sons. It was the epitome of everything Wataru Fuyumine was against being quite the homophobic even in his late forties. The brunette put on a vicious pout, which put any hopes of looking ‘intimidating’ far off on the charts. No matter how hard the man tried he could never really get past the hurdle that sat between being a passive whiner and a threatening father figure. It’s not like he had to go every day being endlessly reminded that both his sons – god forbid he’d already been cursed with two male bodies running around the house – would never respect him. As he continued to fumble around effortlessly in the family room Hikaru - the eldest son of Wataru and that mysterious mother no one seemed to see much of – wandered through the corridor, long blonde locks flowing out of a red scrunchie as he flopped down casually into one of the love seats.

“Why good evening father dearest ♥ “ the nineteen year olds tone came out thick as honey, obviously directed in a more particular sense towards the man he had come to know as ‘dad’. Or, rather, for the Fuyumine siblings it was more like ‘the guy who lived with them and refused to be referred to by anything that had a dick’, which usually meant them. Even now Hikaru couldn’t help but smirk satisfactorily at his father when the brunette man’s eyebrow began to twitch, evidently disgusted. It wasn’t surprising that Wataru was particularly more indifferent towards Hikaru, considering the whole effeminate appearance and the culinary major’s tendency for quirky behavior.

“Ha…haha…. for a minute I thought something really gross might be talking to me.” the man mumbled, lips continuing to move for a few seconds before growing quiet again as he continued to fiddle with the cabinet next to the family television, back turned towards Hikaru still. Such words were definitely not rare in the household, in fact they practically replaced normal conversation these days. Hikaru pouted, letting the back of his palm fall dramatically against his forehead as he lifted both legs so they could rest on the coffee table.

“Uwaah… daddy don’t be mean to me!” he dropped both hands back to his sides, clenching them into fists as he put on a fake pout directed towards the man. When there was nothing but mere silence in response, and what could be identified as an indignant snort, Hikaru could only smile. Sometimes you could commend the nineteen year old for his persistency – that is – if only it wasn’t specifically used for annoying people. Sprawling his whole body out on the loveseat, he managed to stretch his arms out just enough that he could reach Wataru.

“Daaaaddy! Don’t ignore meee! I need attention!~” with a grunt and a struggle the blonde was able to snatch one of Wataru’s hands, which he clutched tightly with pursed lips.

“Hold my hand! Hold my haaand! Just like when we were kids Daddy~ Hold my hand!” Hikaru moaned and groaned like a whiney child, voice bouncing in the air like acapello while Wataru stared at his eldest son with pure mortification. Shaking off the university students fingers like they were oozing insects, the man quickly rubbed it off on his shirt as if it were diseased, glowering down at the blonde who seemed all too amused with his reaction.

“Don’t do that, it’s fucking sick! What are you? Like, ten?! I never fucking held your hand you faggot! Ugh! I’ll end up puking if you say shit like that!” And as if to prove it, the forty year olds face even paled before he spun back around and hunched over the cabinet to return back to whatever mindless task he’d been doing earlier. Hikaru continued to watch, bemused as his chin rested in the middle of his balled up fists, lips curled deviously.

“No, no, no Daddy dearest, I’m nineteen. N-I-N-E-T-E-E-N. Have you become old and senile already? To the point you forgot your most beloved son’s age?” Hikaru let slip a melancholy sigh, expression genuinely concerned even though the whole thing was just another one of the blonde’s charades. Wataru gave a curt glance over his shoulder, sucking air between his notably gritted teeth. Hikaru tossed both hands in the air, taking a couple melodramatic sniffles before rolling his eyes back towards his father.

“Oh, dad! Think about the children! Poor Shige-chan! I mean, I’m more than capable to function without a useless asshole around, but you know how needy he is! His father growing old in the prime of his youth!” the nineteen year old sat up suddenly, even going so far as to stand, both hands poised dramatically in the air above. The room grew silent for a minute or two as the only sound was of Wataru’s shuffling around in the cabinet. Hikaru continued to hold his position, lips pursing into a straight line when he realized that not even this would get much of an answer. Taking the silence as initiative, the cross-dresser continued on.

“Soon enough you’ll be dead, and… and then where will poor Shige-chan be? Oh the horror! The unspeakable horror!” Flopping back down onto the love seat, the blondes curls fell over his shoulders in a flutter, long eyelashes batting sympathetically towards Wataru as another cheerful smile began to fill his lips.

“You’re a real pain sometimes, you know that?” Wataru grumbled, not even bothering to turn around anymore.

Hikaru only let out a giggle-like laugh, all the more girly when in the man’s prescience. What Wataru found shame in, Hikaru was prideful for. “Dad, I couldn't afford to be anything less, because god knows i'd have killed myself by now if I wasn't.” the nineteen year olds dropped down towards his fingernails, each were painted a glossy hot pink and in the middle of each was a perfect white star. Yeah, if Wataru actually bothered to take notice, he’d probably just go off like a siren. Not that there wasn’t already enough to cause a rampant about, especially when you noted Hikaru’s appearance today. Since school hours were over and the mischievous rascal had, had enough of playing outside, he was home and fitted into his casual clothes. A flimsy white tee shirt that was cut so the skin of his shoulders was revealed adorned over a black tank top, along with cut-off sweatpants. It wasn’t exactly the most masculine outfit in the world.

“I can’t wait until you two brats move out…” he grumbled again, causing another warm smile to tug at the corners of Hikaru’s mouth.

“And I can’t wait until you start balding. Now, if you have any other irrelevant things that’ll only happen in a few years to discuss, we can do that shit at the dinner table.” Although the eldest son of the Fuyumine family was surely all smiles, he began to stir once more and shifted into a standing position. As he stretched both arms over his head, Wataru only gave a skeptical look at the suggestion.

“Dinner table?” he blinked once, obviously confused in which Hikaru returned with a cheery grin.

“Yeah dad, or have you forgotten your pathetic maternal duties as well? As a single parent, you have to do the mom jobs too.” the blonde chided, and although the words were sharp and potentially hurtful, they were cushioned by Hikaru’s usually airy tone of voice. Always sweetly spoken, it didn’t really matter what came out half the time. Wataru blinked stupidly before frowning again, rolling his eyes as if he were a child again.

“Tch! Whatever, sure, but don’t expect me to fucking eat with the two of you.” he hesitantly agreed, moving away from the cabinet for the first time since Hikaru had entered the room.

“Wouldn’t want to catch your gay.”

“And I don’t want to catch your mental retardation, dad. I’m glad we’ve worked out a system here ♥ it's been some memorable quality bonding.” Wataru fumed as he walked past his son and towards the kitchen.

“Just go fuck yourself.” he commented viciously despite Hikaru's nonchalant attitude towards the insult.

“Oh, trust me, I would if I could.” Hikaru shrugged both shoulders before sticking his hands in his sweatpants pockets, shuffling out of the family room without another word and towards the stairway. It wasn’t very often that the family would have dinner together, it only happened if suggested or if someone bothered to remind Wataru that he actually had some duties as the parent of the household. Even though Hikaru could go fine without eating homecooked crap by his ‘loving’ father, it was nice to shake up conformity every once in awhile.

His bare feet squeaked against the floorboards of the stairs, and once at the top the blonde did the familiar right turn and then left so he was facing his little brother – Shigeru – ‘s door. It was right across from his own, and without even bothering to knock, the nineteen year old roughly pushed it open with a bright, sparkling face.

“Shiiiiiiiiige-chan! Open up! It’s your favorite person in the whole wide world!~” doing a dramatic pose, the blonde poked both his cheeks with his index fingers, sparkles filling the room.

“Me! Of course I can’t blame you, I’m my favorite too.” straightening out the university student meandered over to his brother, patting the child on the head as if to identify the hurdle of age between the two. However, Shigeru usually was the mature one out of the two.

“By the way, where the fuck were you today at school? I came with a bento you know? It was chock full of love and all that other shit, and you weren’t around to receive it.” Still wearing an artificially bright smile, the nineteen year old nonchalantly spun around and did a nose dive into the boy’s bed. Staring up at him from that position, Hikaru faked a pained expression, even going so far as to sink his fingers into the blanket out of anguish.

“You were probably fucking some other pretty girl… even though you already have me? It’s really unfair, super unfair.” faking a bittersweet smile, the blonde held the serious expression for another millisecond or two before returning to his usual smirk.

“Juuuuust kidding.” he sparkled, waving a hand nonchalantly in the air "I really couldn't give a damn."

notes: it's total randomness. for reaaa~

[FUYUMINE SHIGERU]

I DON'T KNOW A THING ABOUT LOVE,

[atrb=width,80%][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/smw1on.jpg,true] well, sneaking was definitely something shigeru had improved on. his clothes were messy and tussled, as if he had just thrown them on while running down the street at mach five in under five seconds (which really did happen, by the way) and he came climbing in quietly into his room, through an opened glass window. the bottom of the window that allowed the windows to slide off to the side pressed against his skin, though the fuyumine teen was able to tough it up and get on inside without much trouble. this was a piece of cake compared to anything else. (the question was, why did he need to sneak in in the first place? obviously his family did not particularly care for his prostitute-like hobby, but there was a rush of excitement and adventure for him if he was able to sneak back into his house and pretend like nothing happened.) " - ow!" falling face first into the wood floor of his sky blue room, shigeru got back up on his feet like it was no big deal and held a smirk upon his lips. so, now that he successfully got into his house, what would he do next? contemplating a moment, shigeru yawned and figured - why the hell not, just sleep some more? the blonde threw his wrinkled shirt off of his body, and lept into the sea of sheets that covered the bed. his body was decorated in an array of red marks - most likely hickies - that were apparent around his abdominal area, not like he wasn't going to cover them or anything. he was in the comfort of his own home, not school. who cares if his good-for-nothing dad or annoying trap tarp of a brother questioned him; it was his body and he could do what he wanted with it. shigeru eventually had knocked himself out into a slumber for quite some time, though his relaxing nap was short lived as he heard the familiar ring tone coming from his phone. rolling his eyes, he rolled over and stretched out his arm, his hand reaching for the phone. "hello?" he mumbled drowsily; really, who would call in the middle of a nap? "o-oh, um, hello, fuyumine-kun!" the voice speaked out from the other end. the man answering the phone couldn't help but groan underneath his breath, but suck it up and sit up against the wall as he pulled the sheets up around his waist. he sighed into the phone and feigned the most innocent voice he could. "hanako, hey. what's up?" "i just wanted to talk to you - actually, do you think we could meet later tonight?" shigeru's lips pursed into a thin line and he imitated a humming noise, to make it seem like he was thinking. "ah, sorry, hanako, but i have to cook dinner tonight so i can't go out. how about some other time like tomorrow? isn't there a movie coming out you wanted to see?" and there was his card, schedule something for the next day. shigeru knew how to handle girls, this was a piece of cake. "- right, there is! okay, i'm going to go buy our tickets now, and i'll call you tomorrow, alright? good bye fuyumine-kun!" closing his phone, shigeru rolled back onto his side and stared at his wall. these women knew nothing about one another, they didn't know how they were all being tricked and played - there was no real love in these so called relationships. only flings, that's what. loveless flings with girls who only appealed to him because of their sexual activity. there was nothing like a good fuck now and then, and it was a way to relieve stress. there was nothing wrong about it at all. upon the arrival of the obnoxious older brother, shigeru pulled the sheets he had over his head and avoided the gaze of the other's eyes. "go 'way, hikaru. m'sleeping," he grumbled unhappily and peeked his head out from the covers just enough so only his azure eyes showed and he glared at the boy who wore the wig of a girl's. "i'd fuck any girl but you, damn trap tarp. get out of here," and with a shove of his leg, he made an attempt at kicking his older brother out of the comforts of his bed.

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BUT I'M PERFECTLY FINE WITHOUT IT!

[FUYUMINE HIKARU]

WEEP LITTLE LION MAN YOU'RE NOT AS BRAVE,
as you were at the start. take yourself

The blonde boy couldn’t help but snicker playfully at the appearance of his little brother, hidden beneath his blankets like a child. Leaping closer, Hikaru leaned his head close to where Shigeru was poised, face obscured by only a few layers between them. Upon being glared at, the elder of the Fuyumine siblings could only giggle before making a gag like noise that sounded similar to the squeal of a high school girl being attacked by something horrendous. Holding up both palms defensively, the biological boy clasped his hands together and smiled at his younger brother lovingly. “That cute glare of yours does wonders on me Shige-chan ♥ ahhh~ keep at it! I might just explode~ Hyoo~” he teased, voice light and airy as a cloud. Quickly wrapping his arms around himself, the culinary major began to shiver before opening one eye precariously; looking Shigeru’s way only to catch a quick incoming of his leg directed perfectly for the blonde trap.

Stumbling a little Hikaru managed to land on both feet, hunched over with both hands gripped on the railing of Shigeru’s bed. Despite the irritated twitching of his eyebrow, the nineteen year old pouted deeply, shuffling closer to where Shigeru’s face rested. “What the fuck? You really are a pretentious little brat aren’t you?” he inquired with an innocent smile, the sharp corners of his words hopefully making an impression.

“What if I had gotten huuuurt?” his words fell flat, instead of ringing with a childlike amusement per usual.

Although, Hikaru’s constant mood swings weren’t something to be surprised about when you lived with the guy for all your life. It was probably a small little trait he received from the father, although unlike Wataru the cross-dresser was only hot-blooded over one thing.

“Or worse, what if you had hit my face? My beautiful face!~” Reaching out he grabbed Shigeru by the shoulders, yanking him out of the confinements of his covers with all his might, slamming the younger boy against the nearest wall. One of Hikaru’s hands kept a firm -if not affectionate - grip on his brother’s throat while the other hovered just above his head, leaning up against the wall. A grave expression flickered over the nineteen year olds usual cheery appearance as he closed in on the seventeen year old. Halting just a little bit before their noses touching, the blonde managed a half-smirk.

“Marshuu~marrouu~” instead of doing anything a little beyond what you’d expect from a pair of same-sex siblings, the blonde leaned in as if he was about to seal the whole thing with a kiss but instead aimed for Shigeru’s ear, uttering the pet name in a soft whisper. It had been awhile since Hikaru had swapped the nick for ‘Shige-chan’, but it was a reoccurring seriousness when he began to use it again.

“Be careful next time, yeah?” letting the arm that had been resting above the blonde boy’s head slide down, his hand paused right over Shigeru’s cheek.

“Or I might just have to make you cry like when we were younger.” Suddenly a bright smile lifted the corners of Hikaru’s lips as he pulled away, falling onto his back on Shigeru’s bed. Both hands viciously held his stomach as he tried to hold back a laugh but instead burst out into a fit of girly giggles. In the end, this was usually how the nineteen year old teased Shigeru, call him a sadist but the blonde trap enjoyed laying down the age difference. Once his rage of laughs began to quiet down, the boy folded both his arms behind his head, staring up off the bed at Shigeru’s ceiling. Growing silent his sapphire-colored orbs flickered towards Shigeru and a cat-like smile formed at the sight.

“Gomen ne, I really just can’t take my cute little Shige-chan seriously anymore~” rubbing at his nose, the nineteen year old heaved a small sigh as if it were almost a disappointment.

“But, anywho! Our useless prick of a dad has summoned us for a celebratory family dinner!~ Isn’t that exciting?” Hikaru inquired with a small tilt of his head, shifting to his side so he could prop up his head with one elbow. Leisurely twirling a long strand of his blonde hair, the boy put on his most charming grin before directing it Shigeru’s way, making sure to situate every bit of sweetness in his voice.

“So how about we get your little ass down there, shut up, and eat? Capiche? ♥”

Musing for a moment, Hikaru's lips lifted wider as he dropped his head back onto the comforts of the bed. "Or perhaps you need big brother to carry you down?"

notes: lolol rapefais?

[FUYUMINE SHIGERU]

I DON'T KNOW A THING ABOUT LOVE,

[atrb=width,80%][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=background,http://i53.tinypic.com/smw1on.jpg,true] "No one fucking cares about you," the younger blonde glowered, his shoulders pulled in one direction as he was aggressively shoved against the wall. The appendages against his throat were tight, airways blocked but it was only just for a bit - if he could hold out for just a few seconds, he would be alright. Shigeru struggled against the force of Hikaru, eyes narrowing as he glared into the identical blue hues of his older brother. "Fucking trap tarp." He hissed, flinching slightly as Hikaru's mouth came close to his ear - Fuck, fuck, fuck. The family of Fuyumines that lived in this household were all male - the good for nothing father, the older brother and then him. The father was a homophobic, the older brother was a fucking trap and Shigeru was... Well, Shigeru was Shigeru, wasn't he? This messed up family of male characters was definitely an enigma. People knew that the name Fuyumine brought trouble wherever it went - the members of this group were all infamous for something. Wataru was just... Wataru the homophobe, Hikaru was the trap tarp of traps tarps, and Shigeru was the player. That was all there was to it. How the hell did the family even get to a point where it was so messed up? Shigeru growled coldly as he sat back down onto his bed, shirtless and gently touching the skin of his neck as he watched Hikaru out of the corner of his eyes. "Forget it," he muttered, falling back against his bed and buried himself among the sheets. "Just go jack off at the table to Wataru and leave me out of this. M'not hungry." And that was that. Shigeru closed his eyes and made an attempt to keep out the sickening voice of his brother. "Just go away."

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BUT I'M PERFECTLY FINE WITHOUT IT!

[FUYUMINE HIKARU]

AND RATE YOURSELF TAKE ALL OF THE COURAGE ,
you have left. wasted on fixing all the problems

It was quite aggravating to have to deal with his highness Shigeru Fuyumine. Truth be told, Hikaru thought he was a brat, a big, bawling baby. Of course, those were mostly impressions formed by childhood memories and the fact that he didn’t particularly like his younger sibling no matter how he expressed this so called ‘affection’. Not that Hikaru was any less of a whiner at the younger boy’s age, call him a hypocrite but the reason he liked to annoy Shigeru was because the boy was so annoying himself. An eye for an eye one might say. Despite his younger brothers passive attitude to the blonde’s shenanigans, Hikaru couldn’t help but smile as he watched the boy submerge himself in bedding once more. “This is why I think you should date an ugly girl.” Hikaru began, absentmindedly twirling a strand of his long, blonde hair while keeping a good view of the lump of blankets that was his little brother in sight.

“You’d suit each other just fine, I mean, of course you have to look good since you’re related to me and whatnot. But see, she’d be unattractive on the outside and you’d be hideous on the inside.” and with that the nineteen year old gave an abrupt clap of his hands, grinning brightly towards where the other blonde boy was hiding.

“It’s perfect, ne? The perfect pairing ♥ “ Hikaru inquired with a nonchalant tilt of his head, his body had shifted so he was sitting on the edge of the bed now, legs swinging care freely off the side. When Shigeru spoke once more, the cross-dresser could only purr softly, flopping backwards so he was laying down again, facing the ceiling. With a pout the elder of the Fuyumine siblings began to roll around, eventually halting when he was practically on top of Shiger. Hopefully suffocating him.

“So hurtful! I really wonder where you get these fucking brilliant ideas from Marshumarrou~ do I seem like that to you? The type that would jack off to our Daddy?” rolling onto his stomach the blonde grinned, hands reaching out so they could probe the area where he deduced Shigeru’s face probably was. “Oh no, no, no. Kudos on the lovely crack pairing, but that’s just as desirable as you ending up with the person of your dreams. Nobody wants that, now do they? If you have that kind of impression of me, Oniichan will just have to erase it.” Ignoring any comments or rejections the university student stood up on the bed, jumping off the side with enthusiasm. It had been awhile since the blonde had carried anyone, but he was confident in his strength, despite how he looked he was still male. Leaning over the nineteen year old scooped Shigeru up in his arms – blanket and all - making sure to keep a tight hold as he spun around and stumbled towards the door, kicking it open with a sparkling smile.

“Here ye! Here ye! The most beloved Marshumarrou-hime makes her descent! Followed by her much more lovely assistant Hikaru Fuyumine!” announcing it loud enough for the whole house to hear, the only thing that greeted the two siblings was a faint ‘Shut the fuck up’ echoing from the kitchen where Wataru was probably working in. Holding Shigeru close, the nineteen year old began to descend down the staircase, un-phased by the whole thing while instead he began to reminisce.

“Remember when you were still a little toddler and I used to carry you around all the time? You were so endearing back then Shige-chan. So cute, I knew you were gonna grow up to be somebody someday.” taking a small pause, Hikaru looked seriously concerned for a brief moment.

“What happened?” holding the expression for a moment longer the teen suddenly burst into laughter as he took the final step, making a sharp turn into the hallway that lead to the kitchen. But, there was a hint of truth in his joke; Shigeru really was a nice kid he supposed back in the day. He was well, he was annoying then too, most toddlers were… but he was much more bearable. Well, people grow with time, even Hikaru had changed considerably since his early high school days. But of course there was one thing that would never change no matter how old Shigeru and Hikaru were.

“Hey, dad, Marshumarrou-chan told me to jack off to you. He must think I’m gay or something.” Hikaru stated curtly, dropping the massive blanket body on the central kitchen table with a smirk. “If he thinks I’m gay it’s okay to rape him right here and now, right?” the blonde teased, glancing over his shoulder with a sparkle only to barely dodge an incoming ladle. Shifting to the left so it could whizz past him as well as Shigeru, the nineteen year old could only beam at the enraged vision of his dad. Or, well, it could have been mortification, you could never really tell when it came to Wataru.

“It's gay shit like that, that makes him think you're gay! You’re both faggots! What the fuck? Why would you ever suggest he—AUGH! THAT’S DISGUSTING! And stop with the fucking pet names already, you sound like your uncle Koshiro. Sick, nasty. If you want to rape someone, go live with him and that rock-woman he married. I’m sure they’d appreciate the way you gay up the place.” the brunette man scowled, spooning rice into three separate bowls despite what he was saying. Hikaru only fake pouted as the man glowered, eventually taking his seat at the table.

“Oh dad, how we love you so.” the culinary major stated flatly. “Fuck off, food’s on the counter, get it yourself.”

Hikaru gave a light slap to Shigeru before heading towards the kitchen’s island, grabbing his bowl of rice as well as snatching up different things from the platters that had been laid out with his chopsticks. Once he’d filled his bowl the nineteen year old returned to the table, all smiles as he took his designated seat. It was odd, but they did all have designated seats at the dinner table despite the family’s general animosity towards one another. It was like the momentary cease-fire of a raging war that went on 24/7, the one time they could sit and feel somewhat unified.

“Marshumarrouuu~ come over and I’ll feed you ♥ “ the older sibling offered with a dazzling smile, only for Wataru to snort loudly in reply.

Silence settled over the two for awhile as Hikaru began to shovel food into his mouth, and Wataru just sat around trying to divert his vision from either of his sons. “So… uh…” he mumbled, tapping his chopsticks against the surface of the table. “How’ve you been… or whatever the fuck it is you guys like to do? Don’t tell me anything gross though ‘cause I don’t wanna know then.” Hikaru couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of their poor, pitiable father attempting to do one of his ‘once a month reach outs’ to the two. Trying to get involved in their lives even though they both probably knew he’d shut them out in a few minutes or so.

“Ne! Ne! Well if you really wanna hear something good, take a gander Daddy-o! Marshumarrou’s got a ton of hickey’s! ♥ Your little boy might have himself a little lady. Isn’t that wonderful news?” Hikaru inquired with a sweet smile. He had carried Shigeru down in just the blanket, and he’d been shirtless upstairs. It’s not like the blonde wouldn’t have seen, and what place better to bring it up at then at the dinner table?

“Probably a guy. Ugh.” Wataru continued to look away, scowling all the more.

“Bawww. I guess you still don’t get past the homo bar eh Shige-chan? Too bad, and you tried so hard, better luck next time.”

notes: yeah, it's late and i really just rambled randomly on the whole thing. half of it is dialogue ;u; sorry.