From Vinegar to wine

Meet the Murasakino's part 2

AN: Do you guys ever look at an idea you set up and start to double-think it? That hitting me at the moment but I'll get on that later

Also so currently I've been doing this format
Italic for thinking to oneself
Italic for vault

Italic bold for the speaking Mineta to be mentally replying to the other Mineta

FFN has been annoying and I just realized the last chapter pasted as plan text without the italic and bold sections so sorry about that. I'm gonna go back and fix that and decided to ask Should I change that formatting currently, considering making the Mineta talking mentally to one another an italic with quotation marks or something? Also if you want to throw ideas around to differentiate the two Mineta's id love to hear them

Mineta

Did... did you meet our grandfather?

I sigh as the younger me's voice rattles in my head. He's been silent—blessed silence—since Mom had told a fraction of her story, dealing with his own thoughts most likely. It wasn't that his silence annoyed me; it was more the fact that I was less annoyed by him. The very idea that I was getting used to the little troglodyte was sickening. It's like seeing someone you pity but are also pissed at because their actions led them to this point. It's a feeling I'm truly getting sick of.

When I was born, of course, he was there to see us brought into the world. He wanted to see his new weapon. I chuckle. Too bad we were a dud, hmm?

What is he like?

Not a man worth knowing about, I wave a hand dismissively. If you're looking for a family member to care about, he's not it. Feel free to remember that you've never seen him because, after learning about our quirk, about our lack of worth, he didn't want anything to do with us. He doesn't even visit Mom anymore. After harvesting her eggs, he had no more need—

He did what? The younger me's mental voice sounded... not disgusted. His feelings about Mom were too confused for that, but he sounded slightly disturbed, like a middle-income family hearing about a genocide halfway across the world.

Yeah, a real piece of work, but at least Mom doesn't need to be in some hellish cycle of being dicked down and pregnant for the rest of her life.

I saw a manga about that before.

Don't want to hear it! Oh god, the memories! You sick fuck.

I was morbidly curious! You read it too!

Yeah, and I was ashamed of myself for days afterward. Probably the longest time I went without fapping... wait, you didn't—

NO.

Oh thank gods, I lean back in relief. I'd have to kill you if you had. I will not allow a more fucked up version of us to exist.

The view must be great in that glass house, hmm?

Oh, and what do you mean by that?

You're good at hiding your little memory balls, but I bet that before Jackson fixed you, you tried some really kinky shit in the academy. Am I wrong?

My mind briefly flashes to claws digging into my skin, a tongue licking blood off my neck, drugs altering my senses, changing the sensation of a tail with scales as rough as sandpaper rubbing against my— I punt that memory back into my mind before the vault triggers, shifting my legs to cover up a hardening problem.