The next morning, Nion was already up by the time I’d managed to drag myself out of bed.
“Good morning, Migi’.” Sitting on the stool next to the counter, I took my time glaring at the man who, I finally accepted, looked like a male version of myself.
“Don’t call me that.” Nion tapped his chin, his onyx eyes drifting to the ceiling as he thought.
“But aren’t older brother’s supposed to have nickname’s for their little sisters?”
“Half-sister,” I corrected, “Half.” Nion held up his spatula, and it was then that I realised he’d been cooking. Haru was yet to wake, and Kakashi and Momoe were still in their rooms, and I expected they would be for a fair while considering how late they’d stayed out.
“We both know the Uchiha gene is dominant, so we may as well be full blood.” Nion turned back to his pan, flipping the pancakes I didn’t know where cooking. “I’m not that bad of a guy, you know. We can act more like friends rather than family, if that’s what you’d prefer.” I rested my head on the counter, sighing heavily. My hair was a mess, and I was never really a morning person.
“There’s already another spawn back at the leaf, and there’s probably plenty more out there.” I pushed myself back up, staring at Nion, who lifted the pan off the stove top before sliding the pancakes out onto a plate.
“Your point?” It was difficult to open my mouth to finish my statement, but I eventually managed it.
“I just hope that the others are like you.” Nion’s gaze locked with mine, and he smiled.
“Are you saying-“
“I’m saying that you’re tolerable,” I quickly corrected, whipping my head to the side to break eye contact. “Hatsuni is an absolute disgrace, so I’m hoping she’s just the bad apple in the fruit-bowl.” Nion slide the plate across to me, and I stared.
“What toppings do you want?” Nion approached the cabinets, looking inside. “I went out really early this morning and bought some, because it’s cheaper than buying from the inn itself.”
“I thought these were for you.” Nion shrugged, still not facing me.
“I can always make another batch.” I glanced down at the food, and I found my mouth watering. There were, perhaps, four or five pancakes stacked on top of each other. “So, toppings, or do you just take them plain.”
“P-Plain.” Nion raised a brow, frowning.
“Isn’t that boring? Wouldn’t you like some flavour?” I shrugged, catching the knife and fork Nion slide across the table.
“I don’t like sweet things.” The older Uchiha sighed, closing his eyes and running both his hands through his hair.
“My hair is being uncooperative today.” I swallowed my first bite of his pancakes, which, by the way, were fantastic.
“I don’t think it’s fair for you to complain about your hair in front of me.” I glanced up, smirking. My hair when down reached the back of my knees, and I didn’t bother to brush it anymore, as it was merely too thick and long to do so. Letting it go was just so much easier, I figured.
Nion shrugged, “Why not just get it cut.” I took another bite, and spoke through the food.
“You don’t understand a girl’s attachment to her hair.” Nion’s eyes twinkled, and it was then that I realised we were getting along. Quickly, my stare turned into another glare. “I still hate you.”
My brother laughed, rounding the counter and standing next to me. “Of course you do. Now, if anyone asks, I’m in Manami’s room getting changed.” He approached the door to leave, before seeming to remember something, and turning back around. “By the way,” I turned also, facing him. “I found packets of weed, so I’m sure Manami’ll come back for that, at least.” I closed my eyes and groaned.
