Thread: Every Mamono Needs a Hiro! [Frostsch/Umbrale]

Oof! Hiro groaned as the Torchic plushie bounced off his face and rolled onto the ground. Only Kyra could make a soft, cuddly thing into a weapon of mass descruction. He resisted the urge to rub his face and instead peeled the door open so he could step inside. The black-haired male closed the door behind him, separating the siblings from the rest of the world. They were clouded in darkness - in what seemed to be their own personal world - if only for a few moments. The first thing he noticed was that Kyra was without her beanie. The girl's long jet black hair flowed beautifully past her shoulders and down her back. He had a sudden urge to curl her hair like he had done in the living room. The more he stared at her hair, the more he found himself glancing over her form. Whether it was her pair of lovely breasts hidden by her shirt or shapely ass which was held by the denim jeans, he had begun to notice the girl's more feminine features. You don't mean that. Hiro frowned when she had told him to 'fuck off'. He a single step towards her. Then another. And another. Soon enough, he was standing just inches from his little sister. His hands were shoved into the front pockets of his dark jeans, with his thumbs casually sticking out. His shoulders were slumped and relaxed. Is this what it's all about? He mumbled. The fingers inside his pocket dug against his flesh. What I do with other girls is none of your business! Besides, you're my sister. Shouldn't you be supportive of me? He asked. His voice croaked with pain as he said that. Hiro would never bed any of the girls that he flirted with. It was all just a game to him. Had he wanted to get laid, Hiro surely wouldn't attempt to do it at home. He couldn't see the tears developing around her eyes. The darkness had hidden it all from Hiro's awareness. Despite his sister crying in plain sight, he was unable to recognize the pain that she felt. Indeed, he was more aware of her since she had pulled of her beanie, but Hiro still saw her temperament as a serious flaw in her character. Crystal blue eyes widened when Kyra mocked him. His eyes seemed to glow in the darkness, which was only exaggerated from his darker clothing and dark hair. In a show of force, Hiro's hands grabbed a hold of Kyra's shoulders. He pushed her back against the dresser. Fingers dug in tightly, though not hard enough to do any serious harm to Kyra, if that was even possible. You want to know why I chose this route, Kyra?! His screeched, this time not caring if her friends heard him from downstairs. A cure. I'm looking for a cure... What could Hiro possibly be talking about? Kyra and Hiro had been together since the dawn of time. Yet he didn't have an ill friends, or experience any traumatic event. So, what did Hiro look to cure? He released his sister from his grip. Hands lowered down to his hand. His crystal blue eyes refused to break eye contact with her. Behind those eyes was a sense of self-reassurance. Yeah, I'm selfish. Go ahead, call me selfish. Hiro reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose. He didn't want Kyra to see a tear forming from the corner of his eyes. Fine. If you want me to shut up, then so be it. I won't flaunt anything anymore. I won't flirt with your friends. In fact, since you insist on not calling me your brother, I won't be your brother anymore. From now on, we're just roommates! His voice thundered. Hiro lowered his hand down to his side. The warm tear hugging his cheek was perhaps the only embrace that he could rely on. Anything else you want to bitch me out on, or should I leave? Hiro growled, while hiccuping in the middle of his sentence. His shoulders were shaking. Was he sobbing?