Brothers conflict (currently updating some chapters)

Festival & Futo

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"Chii, why do you always forget me?" Asks July to no one in particular as he sits in front of the huge windows, the curtains closed.

Yuri p.o.v
"Nee-san, nii-san! Hurry! Hurry!" Exclaims Wataru cheerfully, looking back at us as we're walking towards the entrance of the festival. My lips lift up in a soft smile, relieved that Wataru is still acting the same to me as normal. I'm walking next to Subaru as we're nearing him, Ema is walking next to Masaomi.
"I hope there's some goodie goods there to eat!" Squeaks Lily, almost vibrating on my shoulder of excitement. I chuckle at her antics.
"I'm pretty s-s-sure there is, s-so be patient." She makes an indignant huff, but quiets down. Lily kneads the fabric of my kimono before she plops down on my shoulder with a pleased sigh. I suppress another chuckle, not wanting her to think I'm laughing at her. With a slight grin I stare at my kimono, the fabric feels like velvet between my fingers and I can't help but graze my hand over it from time to time. The kimono I'm wearing is very pretty (the picture above, without the cloak), it reminds me of Ren's eyes. Although Ren's eyes are a bit darker and have also yellow mixed in them. They resemble cat-like eyes. I let out a wistful sigh. They're beautiful.
"Oh? Where's Kyo-bro?" I look up at Hikaru's voice, finally noting that we're missing a family member. Masaomi answers his question.
"He said that he had no interest in this obscene festival, so he'd be cleaning the vacation house." Obscene festival? A bit too much, don't you think? I feel like someone's gazing at me, so I turn slightly to find out who it is. It's Masaomi. He's staring me down, still wearing his well-known gentle smile.
"I'm going to go say hello to Kaname's superior, so everyone's on their own from here on out." Natsume also comes a bit closer, almost standing right next to me. I flinch a little as Wataru all of the sudden grabs my left hand, his left hand is already clamped around Ema's right one.
"Then I'll go with nee-san and nii-san!" Declares Wataru, already starting to pull us with him as Masaomi addresses us.
"Yeah, do you mind if I leave him with the two of you?" I wave with my right hand.
"O-Oh, I don't m-mind."
"Oh, certainly." Answer Ema and I simultaneously. We stare at each other awkwardly, but are pulled out of it but Wataru, who's literally pulling us with him.
"Yay! Let's go get shaved ice!" He cheers happily. Lily, who was watching the exchange also screeches loudly, "Yes! Shaved ice here I come!"

Third p.o.v
The rest of the group, excluding Masaomi, is staring at the quick disappearing family members, specifically at a blond-haired boy whose laughing brightly at Wataru.
"It looks like the thirteenth son is the most aggressive." Observes Hikaru with crossed arms, and smiles with close eyes as Natsume, Subaru and Azusa turn around to stare at him.

Yuri p.o.v
"Shaved ice is so tasty, isn't it?" Asks Wataru to no-one in particular as he takes another bite of his already third one today. I chuckle nervously, letting Ema chastise him as I put another spoon of shaved ice in my mouth. Wataru is right. It is very tasty. Then a loud whine is heard right next to my ear, letting me know about it's displeasure of being forgotten. I shake my head at Lily's actions, but comply with her request. I scoop up a bit of the shaved ice and move my hand to my shoulder.
"Finally!"
"Be careful, i-it's cold." I warn her before she decides to do something stupid. Completely ignoring the warning, her whole mouth encloses around the ice, eating it in one bite. Not even a second later, she screams as she gets a brain freeze. I sweat drop a little as she moans and groans, sounding like she's dying.
"I-I warned you." I wistfully ignore the sharp glare she sends my way and take another bite of the ice. People are bustling around, looking at different shops and tasting all kinds of foods. A thought pops into my head as I take another bite. Maybe I should bring Ren something from this trip. Like a souvenir. I'm sure he would like it. I hum thoughtfully. What would he like.... Maybe a bracelet or something like that? Or maybe a keychain?
"Hurry! Hurry!"  In reflex I almost drop my shaved ice as I'm startled when a group of children run past us, screaming and yelling. As they run past I manage to catch a few words.
"It's going to start!"
"Come on, wait for me!" Huh? I scoop another spoon of ice and put it in my mouth. What is going to start?
"I wonder what's going on." Expresses Wataru curiously.
"Some kind of event?" Curious about where most of the people are walking to, we follow them. When we arrive at the supposed place, I really drop my shaved ice this time, not hearing Lily's shout of 'my ice!' as I stare at the person on the podium. Standing there with his signature smirk is Futo. He greets the public.
"Welcome to a special live performance by Futo Asakura! Let's keep it pumped up all the way to the end!" They go wild as he starts to sing.
"Futo!"
"I'm your biggest fan!"
"I love you!"
Ema and I are watching, dumbfounded at suddenly finding Futo here while Wataru jumps up and down, excited that he's here. "Futo's live! He is so cool!" I have to strain my ears to be able to hear.
"They're so fired up." I'm actually not fired. With a soft tap against her shoulder, I gain Ema's attention. She throws me a curious face, so I stand on the tip of my toes and announce in her ear,
"I w-will be going." She frowns a little.
"Why?"
"I s-still wanted to buy a-a few souvenirs. I-Is it a-alright if I leave Lily w-with you?" We both ignore Lily's shout of that she's able to perfectly take care of herself. Her lips form a perfect 'o' before she nods slowly. "Alright, be safe." I give her a gentle smile and pick Lily up from my shoulder to transfer her to Ema's arms, she huffs irritated, but settles quickly in her arms. With another nod and quick thanks I turn around, waving my way through the mass of people. Not noticing a certain finger pointed my way and the annoyed click with his tongue the person makes as he notes Yuri's attention isn't on him.