This is our conflict. A Brothers Conflict Fan-fiction

Prologue

The ice in my glass caught the rays of sunlight as I placed it down on the table, the heat slowly seeping through my jacket and causing me to remove yet another layer until I was left in only a dark t-shirt. "Come on Yusuke, how can you be late again?" I moaned as I checked the clock on my phone again for the 5th time in only a few minutes.

The sound of my nails hitting the wooden table continuously echoed throughout the almost empty café, voicing my frustration. I couldn't exactly blame him for being late since he loved to sleep in and it was far too early for either of our liking but, I hadn't been able to sleep at all and longed to see my best friend.

I found myself fiddling with the small vase of pink carnations that were set out on every table as my azure eyes skimmed over the freshly drawn chalkboard with this morning's specials written delicately in white. This café was somewhere I could sit in for hours simply admiring the view outside and enjoying the brightly coloured walls and comforting interior- it seemed like home. Frankly, the main reason Yusuke and I always frequented the place was because of the strange feeling I always got when I entered, not to mention the recurring dream I had of myself as a child.

The dream was always the same, I'd sit in the corner of the café on the warm lap of a woman with dark burgundy hair that I frequently found myself playing with as high-pitched giggles escaped my mouth. Opposite us was always a tall man with dirty blonde hair and a face I couldn't quite make out, but his deep, husky voice always lingered in my mind. It was something that felt so real, almost like a memory but I knew was just my imagination going haywire.

There was no explanation for me being with two strangers as a child, especially none that my father seemed to remember. I had no memories before the age of seven. I had gotten into a car accident when my father's best friend was picking me up from school and hit my head- I was lucky enough to survive with only a small scar on my forehead that was easily covered by my fringe.

While lost in my thoughts I almost missed the loud ring of the small bell hanging above the door, indicating that someone had entered. Glancing upwards my eyes settled on a tired-looking boy with fiery red locks and light brown eyes staring at me. A smirk graced his lips at the irritated look on my face, he knew full well he was well over twenty minutes late. "Hey Kanna, sorry I'm late." He greeted warmly as he seated himself, soon glancing over the menu placed on the table in front of him.

I shook my head grinning slightly as I sat up, "All good, what kept you?" I enquired with a raised brow. It was rare that Yusuke would be late without sending me a message and it made me instantly wonder if something was wrong. The redhead scratched his head, his gaze drifting up to meet my eyes.

"My mum's remarrying." The indifference in his voice as he spoke surprised me, Yusuke was quite close to his late father so I was certain he would have cared more about gaining a step-father. "She decided to tell me and my brothers this morning so I had to stay behind, I'm also apparently going to have step-sisters too."

I felt my eyebrows lift at his words, "Wow, that's not what I expected. Are you okay with that?" I leaned forward and reached for my drink but stopped dead in my tracks at his reply.

"Yeah. She's in love and I just want her to be happy, I guess." Yusuke's voice quietened as he reached the end of his sentence, an awkward blush spreading across his face making me smile. No matter how tough and hard-headed he tried to appear on the outside Yusuke was actually a sweetheart who was constantly looking out for those he cared about. His care for his mother wasn't irregular but the simple fact that he put her 'love' for the man above his own issues was what caught me off guard. How does she even know she's in love?

Shaking off his words my body drifted back into motion, "I hope you'll all be happy. You guys all deserve a big happy family." A genuine smile spread across my face as I replied, living in a family with twelve brothers and a loving mother seemed chaotic and amazing at the same time, it would be a shame if there was a splotch on the painting of the Asahina family due to the new husband and sisters.

The wide grin on Yusuke's face as a response to my own calmed my heart- he'd be okay. "Now, I'm damn starving can we order food?" He laughed softly as his hand shot up to catch the waiter's attention.

The morning spent with my best friend seemed to shoot by with a delicious breakfast and entertaining conversation and soon enough it was time for us to part ways. "I'll see you at school on Monday okay?" I said with a grin. The bell on the door dinged behind us as we left the café leaving us to be greeted by a cool breeze and busy street.

Yusuke nodded in return. "Sure, I'll text you later. Have a good one." With a quick hug and goodbye, we turned and headed in opposite directions.

Even in the early hours, the streets were packed with people walking roughly in one direction chatting with their friends or colleagues, weaving here and there to get past those slower than them. I both loved and hated crowds. Being in an area with so many people made me feel slightly claustrophobic but it gave such life to the town. The vibrant streets lined with open shops and colourful people were easy to slip through at a steady pace until a vibrating in my pocket forced me from my march.

My blue eyes widened slightly at the name that had popped up on my phone as I answered it, "Hey Dad, it has been a while. How are you?" My mouth moved but the words that came out sounded rehearsed, almost robotic with how many times I had said them before.

"Hi darling, I've been great, hope you've been well." The sound of my father's soft voice made me smile, it wasn't often I had the chance to speak with him so I treasured the moments I could. "Kanna, there was something I wanted to tell you."

As I carried on walking through the sparse crowd and finally stumbled upon the street that led home I listened intently to his words. "I'm getting married."

At that moment in time, I never realized just how shock seemed to freeze the world but the constant ticking of time continued. My mouth lay agape and the arm that was blocking the harsh rays of sunlight from entering my eyes fell limp at my side. My father's words had left me in a state of confusion, the cogs in my brain unable to turn fast enough to comprehend the information thrust my way. I swallowed the lump in my throat and spoke. "You're what?"

A deep sigh sounded through the phone as my father responded, "I'm getting married. We'll be working out something for you and Ema to go live with your thirteen step-brothers."

His response was calm beyond all reason but I couldn't withhold my shock. "You're getting married?" I practically screamed in reply. My brain stuttered for a few moments as his words replayed over and over again in my mind. This was completely unbelievable. "Wait. We have how many brothers?"

Eyes and mouth frozen wide open, I stood still in the street, white as chalk, and staring straight at the house I called home. There was no way in hell I wasn't dreaming.

This wasn't real.

I stood, unable to speak, totally stunned as thoughts bounced around inside my skull. My life was about to get a whole lot more complicated.