Ndrv3 Oneshots(NO SMUT)

Sibling Season

A/N-Not really, but it was one of the recommendations, so I went with it.

SDR2, featuring our favorite redhead, and chesnut!

You know what? Chesnut and Cherry.

This begins after chapter 1, and the only thing that has changed is that Nagito hasn't been chained up by Nekomaru and Kazuichi.

Let's just pretend that Hajime was born at like...11:58 on Janurary 1st, and Mahiru was born a few minutes before him, say... about 10 minutes before the end of December 31st, 'kay?

3rd Person POV

Walking towards the dining hall, Hajime ran a hand through his hair.

Well...if he could, he would.

On one side of him, Nagito was clinging to his arm. On another, was Chiaki, somehow clinging on tighter.

"Komeada-kun? Nanami-san? Could I have my arms back please?" Hajime asked sheepishly.

They both shook their heads, and simply decided to push their bodies closer to his.

Hajime's bisexual tendencies made his face burn up, so he plopped onto his knees right in front of the hotel, and waited. Sadly, his efforts were fruitless.

All his classmates got to see him get dragged up a flight of red carpeted stairs by two nonchalant teenagers. 

"Woah there! What the fuck did you two do to him?!" Fuyuhiko cussed, looking at the groggy brunette's head that was just barely lifted.

"Oh! Hinata-kun just felt a little tired today! Nothing too much!" Nagito grinned.

Chuaki nodded in agreement, somehow singlehandedly playing with her Game Boy.

The class stared in silence, before Mahiru groaned.

"Ugh! Not one of the boys is gonna help him?" She asked, huffing.

She walked over to the plain boy, before tugging off the two binding arms, and heaving him over her shoulder.

"Wow! Big sis Mahiru is so strong!" Hiyoko said gleefully.

"Of course, Hiyoko! After all, I need to carry all that photography equipment, and Hajime is no lighter than them!" The redhead replied, earning a displeased croaking noise from the boy in question.

"...You use Hinata-kun's first name...?" Peko asked quietly.

"Yeah! What Peko said! That's kinda suspicious, ain't it?" Fuyuhiko asked rudely.

"Woahhhh! Imagine!" Ibuki yelled, jumping up and down.

"My Dark Devas of Destruction call to me!" Gundham replied quickly, running away from the scene, followed by Sonia.

"..." Kazuichi, who was spacing out, had been standing in the same spot for over 12 minutes straight.

Everyone else had been reduced to utter chaos, as Mahiru laid Hajime down on a seat, and punched his arm in the most lady-like way possible.

"Get. Up. You. Lazy. Son. Of. A. P. H. Photographer!" Mahiru said word by word, rasing the pitch of her voice by each punch.

"Go suck a phallus..." Hajime muttered, letting out a yelp as he was dragged to the ground.

The entire class watched in worry(Mikan), entertainment(Ibuki, Akane, Hiyoko, etc.), and absolute shock(Fuyuhiko, Kazuichi).

"A-ah! Is he ok-ay?!" Mikan cried, checking the the chestnut with a human body.

"Duh! Stupid animal feces!" Hiyoko said haughtily, sticking her tongue out.

"Eep! I'm s-orry for being stupid animal feces!" Mikan cried, hands over her eyes.

"Miki! Let's go, I don't wanna be apart of this anymore!" Ibuki whined.

"Wait, Ibuki. You said you'd teach me how to play the triangle." Chiaki suddenly imputed, pocketing her Game Boy.

"Then follow along! I have to teach Mikan how to play the rhythm guitar! Onwards!" She shouted, the two demure girls following along.

Mahiru, being the great person she was, got everyone to leave. Except for Hajime.

"TORRRRRTUUUUREEEEE-!" Hajime screeched, as he was nearly hit in the nose. 

Mahiru simply opted to hitting his shoulder every time he tried dodging.

Hinata finally stood, brushing himself off while at it. He glared at Mahiru, who just shrugged.

The smug girl proceeded to walk off, feeling powerful. Well, in one circumstance, anyways.

Older sister knows best.

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"It's sibling season, everyone! Grab your drinks and dancing partners, because we have 3 very special guests at our party today! Ibuki shouted.

The high-schoolers roared, and out came Hiyoko, Mahiru, and Hajime.

"So you three! What brought you guys so close together!" Mioda continued, grinning ear to ear.

"Well, me and Hajime are twins, though I'm older. I know Hiyoko first, and Hajime just so happened to get involved with my relationships with others." Mahiru said tauntingly.

"Like Mahiru said, she was my friend first! Also, it all started because of Chiaki and the creep holding onto him like he was their lifeline! They drained his energy like vampire drain blood!" Hiyoko exaggerated, pointing to the girl on stage, and the unhealthy boy out in the crowd.

For the effect, Nekomaru began roaring with laughter, causing most of the less uptight classmates to crack, and either start giggling, or laugh like he was.

Ibuki tapped her mic 3 times, signaling for silence. The audience went silent, and Hajime decided that it was his cue to speak.

"Uhm...kind of brushing off what they said, and...I think what brought us all close together is our attitudes. Mahiru is the bratty, annoying one, I'm the calmer, down to earth middle child, and Hiyoko is the carbon-copy of Mahiru, which is why they get along so well." He shot backhanded insults at the two girls as if it were his job.

The offended noises the girls made could be compared to ducks, as Hajime removed his tie, threw it to the crowd, and bolted for the nearest exit, also known as the stairs.

Nagito, of course, caught the tie, and replaced the one he had on with Hajime's, while Chiaki puffed up with jealousy.

Mahiru and Hiyoko, the two vengeful ones, ran after Hajime, huffing and puffing with their sorry excuses for stamina bars.

-

"As heartwarming as their sibling interactions may be, I suppose we cannot let them get scot off free for a reason that didn't matter when your sister was eliminated, I suppose?"

"No shit. Send the note tomorrow, Peko. And...don't forget your vows. To me, not my parents.

"Yes, Young m- Fuyuhiko."

The blonde smiled.

"Thank you."

-

"MAHIRU!!!" The young pigtailed girl cried and sobbed, getting as close to the corpse as she could without touching it.

Her older brother stood behind her, his face stoic with a pain that couldn't be hidden with the best acting skills.

In the back, stood a girl with platinum braided hair, her body supposedly wet from a swim. 

She did not regret anything.

Even if her morals were severely harmed, she'd tear those morals down willingly for a certain blonde who stood with no remorse on his face.

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