AUTUMN MEETS WINTER (MPREG)

AUTUMN MEETS WINTER ( LXXXIII )

Quilo

He was seven while I was fifteen when I first laid my eyes on him.

It was autumn and what a coincidence his name signifies that season as well.

I had never imagined that after years of wishing to have a sibling, finally, I did have one however it wasn't the one I was expecting it to be. The brother that I wanted was from another mother but we have the same father. At first, I couldn't understand why my mother just gladly accepted the fact that my father had another child with a different woman but not until I learned the truth several years later.

I remember staring at my so-called younger brother or technically, my half-brother, and had my eyes glued on him. I couldn't understand why I stared at him for god knows how long I did that but he deserves it. I mean, he's honestly beautiful for a boy and I even thought that he was a girl. He resembles the face of a doll with delicate features. A doll that I would love to take good care of and not let anyone touch.

But it was hard for me to get rid of the fact that he is just my brother and that may be the reason why unconsciously I did terrible things to him that his older brother who should have been protecting him didn't. Yes, I know. I'm such an immature jerk of a brother and I wouldn't deny that. But if you think I was happy with those things I did to him, maybe at first? But it soon took a toll on me and felt guilty about it. With each day passing by with him, I felt more terrible, and something deep inside me stirred. I didn't know at that time what that was or maybe I was just in denial because there were times I was doing such things to him that were just beyond unjustifiable already and I know those things I did to him were the reason why there was this invisible barrier created between him and me and if I could only turn back time, I would love to undo those terrible things I did so that I was able to make things easier for the both of us on later years.

Arista stayed with us for three years and damn, I was hurt when he left. I missed seeing him around the house and annoying him whenever I got the chance. I couldn't blame anyone but myself on why he left. It was entirely all my doing. I did a lot of mean things to him.

When he left, everything went back to normal. It was the same old boring days at school and home. I stop getting myself into fights. Fights that I don't know how I got myself into but my achievements stayed the same. I made sure that I aced everything I had to and made my parents proud, not forgetting that I was the next in line to being the Yakuza boss.

But I didn't expect to be handling the group earlier than expected when an accident happened leading to my parents' death. It has something to do with my father being the leader of the group and of course, I cried alone and hid the pain away since I had to show everyone that a leader is tough and that I deserve the title. But before I was left alone by my parents, I made a promise to my almost-dying father. A promise that I will make sure to fulfill.

Years after, I endured the pain and stress of being a leader at a young age. I learned how to handle underground work while studying at the same time which turned me into a cold, brutal man I never imagined to be. I thought I would never need anyone as I thought I could be on my own and use different women to destress and satisfy my sexual needs as a man but I was wrong. And so, when I felt that it was the right time to face the person I missed so much, I went to Aunt Shine and got him back by force.

Of course, at first, he didn't want to go back and be under my care knowing that it would just be me and him alone in the same house we used to be in before but after knowing what had happened, he agreed. I was happy when we went living under the same roof that I call 'our' own but it angered and hurt me deep inside when I realized that the only reason why this happened was because he took pity on me and so, that ignited something in me - hatred.