Ema's...FRIEND?! (BROTHERS CONFLICT FANFICTION)

Chapter 4 - Ukyo...-kun

'Where is he?'

After dropping of the troublesome trio into the orphanage, I walked back to the park to meet up with Hal. Only to remember that he would always be fashionably late...as usual. I put on my headphones and started playing my mix. It was full of bands and songs by my favorite singers. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the huge oak tree behind me. I felt a strong force slam next to my head. I opened my eyes slowly to see a pair of green optics. A hand was slammed next to my head and another was next to my waist, trapping me.

"Are you finished trying to make me flustered?"I smirk."Hal-kun...And you don't need to call me Cici, we know each other. Cici's my street name."

"But its a name you earned."smirked Hal as he takes a step back. "Its not normal to be friends with one of Tokyo's most famous street racers."

"Pfft, we're basically family Hal...or should I say Scorpo?"

Hal's face turned red in mere seconds. And I chuckled to myself, being a tease was actually pretty entertaining every now and then.

"Anyway, I heard you've got a job for me."I say shoving my hands into my leather pockets.

"Yeah. There's a race downtown on Lin Street. 11:30 sharp."he replies handing me an envelope. "Winner gets 500000¥."

"Cool. I'll meet you there at 11."I say reassuringly.

'I'll just sneak out after dinner.'

"Great. Now...do you want to go hang out?"he asks with a grin on his face.

"Sure."

We didn't really know what we were doing so we just caught up while walking around. 4:32. Wow, time sure flies by.

"Sorry Hal. I need to get home soon."

"I'll walk you there then."

"Thanks. But if you see any of my friend's brothers don't get too crazy."I giggle.

Hal blushes once more and covers his face.

"Shut up baka..."

We walk through a few alleys and reached the mansion right on time. I walked a foot into the gate and turned around to see Hal still walking by my side.

"You know you can go home now."

"Pfft...you're not safe until you enter the front door."he pouts."Do you hate me that much?"

"Like I could hate you at all."

I walked inside and waved goodbye to Hal. No one was in the living room, so I decided to walk to my room. I jumped onto my bed, and carefully placed my head onto my red pillow.

'I swear, I work too hard for my own good.'

The packet full of papers and money from my last race felt heavy in my hands. I knew there would be more information about the racers I'd be racing in it. I opened it up and reached inside. 250000￥, damages papers filled with red marks and fines, and finally profiles on racers. Lone, Ridd, Felten, Roshi, and Al. These are very experienced riders. All males. All around the age of 20. All driving cars. I'll be the only motorcycle racer. My shoulders shrugged as I remembered...I've been through worse. There was a strong knock on my bedroom door. I open it up to see Ukyo-san standing across from me rolling a cart full of flowers, stuffed bears, and fruits.

"Just a few gifts from us brothers."he states rolling in the cart.

I nod and move a few boxes in order to let the cart in. After look over the sheets on the foot of my bed, I froze and pretended they were just "regular" papers. Ukyo looked up and stared at me skeptically.

"Is something wrong?"

I shook my head and looked into his blue eyes. I was trying to hard to be truthful in this stressful situation, but my eyes ended up deceiving me. They showed my uneasyness and my stress.

'I'm just nervous for the race like always. But I can't tell him that.'

Ukyo's lawyer eyes kept looking at my own.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, thank you for the gifts."

Ignoring Ukyo's taken aback form, I start closing the door and I felt home free until he stopped the door with his elbow.

"I know when someone's lying Saki-chan. You didn't even tell me anything about those three children with you today."

His voice was blunt, yet strangely soft at the same time. I just stood behind the door in silence.

"You can trust us. You may think we aren't you're family, but anyone who wants to take care of Ema-chan as much as us...is someone we don't want to lose."

I slowly slide my hand away from the door and stepped back. I need someone to talk to.

'Its not right for you to keep your feelings inside yourself...you'll hurt yourself.'

"I trust you. Its just...complicated."I sigh rubbing the back of my neck on instinct.

'Wow this dude is scary in interragation mode.'

"I have time."

I sit on my bed and pat a spot next to me. I just hoped that no one would walk in on us and misinterpret the situation. I turn my head to face, but my eyes lingered at my hands.

"You can ask the questions if you want. I don't really know where to start."

"Fine, why do act so differently when you are alone?"

"I'm just used to have someone to protect by my side."

"Like Ema-chan?"

"Sorta. But its more than Ema-chan. You see...I grew up as an orphan, lived on the streets for most of my life. That was until I met my two best friends who I still talk to today. Its just...I've had a few nightmares. But they're more like me living through my past. Every night I see myself as a child living on the streets, unable to defend myself...I get hurt and all I could do was watch from afar...as I suffer. But that's okay. I can power through it. Thanks for listening Ukyo."

"I have one more question. Who were those children with you? Do you know them?"

"They were orphans and I just needed to help them. So I brought them to an orphanage so they can live safely...they're technically my sons right now."I chuckle."So troublesome you know."

A small smile forms on Ukyo's face as he ruffles my hair. So this is what it's like to have an older brother. I really missed this feeling. My face turns somber again as I remember.

"That is very charitable of you Saki-chan."he checked his watch and frowned."I'd better get to work before there's traffic. Thank you for telling me Saki-chan."

"Thanks for listening Ukyo...-kun."

A small blush starts emitting from his cheeks to his ears. I smile, pretending I didn't notice and Ukyo leaves. I'd better get used to moments like this.