☆Wish Upon A Star☆

☆~Chapter 12~☆

A billion of memories shot through Kiku's brain, leaving painful gaps in his heart.

He remembered how Yao raised him, after their father had left them... A father who wasn't his father... He remembered all the times they went out to play in the snow, all the tales Yao told him to sleep, all the times he had seen Yao starving and dirty, and yet Kiku's plate was always full and a cube of water ready for Kiku's shower.

Was Yao really just his adoptive brother? Had he always been willing to look after him, instead of being forced to because of the bonds tied by blood?

All he thought as true wasn't anymore, all he had left was his present. The present and Yao's love.

"Are... Are you sure?" Kiku cloaked out, trying not to smile at the memories triggered against him.

"Completely sure, buddy. I'm sorry," Alfred bit his lip, foreign to the battle in Kiku's heart. A battle between true and false, love and hate, euphoria and depression.

A battle ended in a match.

Kiku looked up at him, his face features barely showing other emotion than conflict. He could be Alfred's friend now, but he wouldn't show his feelings so easily. "It's... okay," He mumbled, his shoulders sinking slightly.

It really hurt him, the fact that Yao had been lying and making up fake memories for him. But now he knew that he was in debt with him, and that their relationship wouldn't change because of that. Blood didn't matter.

Or maybe it did?

A wet feeling against Kiku's lips shot him back to reality. Alfred's lip was almost bleeding by now, his trembling hand holding the glass of water to his lips. "D-Dude, you're pale..."

Kiku would have replied with a question, if the water hadn't been forced down his throat as an attempt to calm Alfred's guilt; he couldn't understand why he was so pale and worrying-looking, judging by the Westerner's own worry, when everything he felt deep in him was quietness.

A ecstatic quietness that numbed Kiku's feelings for a while, while the pieces he had in his power slowly started to link, forming clearer ideas in his mind.

Accepting the drink but putting it back on the table after the forced sip, he furrowed his eyebrows and tried focus.

If Yao wasn't his brother... who was he? Why did he put so much effort into raising another child, only three years younger than him?

Was Yao even planning on telling him?

He'd have to have an urgent talk with Yao about the subject. He wasn't sad or felt ever the slightiest anger. He just wanted answers.

He would still love Yao no matter if they were siblings, cousins or not related at all.

Kiku's eyes widened at the click in his mind, a slight grin spreading to the corners of his mouth at the realisation.

He wasn't related to Yao. There were no blood links between them.

And that meant one thing.

He wasn't a perverted being who felt a skin-crawling desire for his very own brother anymore. The fake brothership between them was biologically broken, there were no unnatural feelings anymore.

Kiku had a chance to be change his luck now.

He had a chance to let his heart win this war.

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Kiku held onto his crutch slightly as he walked, a smile shining on his pale face. His ankle still hurt, but the joy that flowed from his chest was more than enough to distract him from a mere sprained ankle.