Forbidden Love (Brothers Conflict)

A Day at the Arcade Pt 2

Sorry, guys! I've been SUPER busy these past few days and haven't gotten around to updating—you're not mad at me, right?

Like, over the weekend, I had family visiting, so... you know... had to pretend like I ACTUALLY HAVE A LIFE, and I couldn't just hole away in my room and write...

Anyways, I just wanted to thank all of you peeps that voted for my story—it really warms my heart~

And thanks to @londoncailin for your continuous support (and comments)! Your comments make me laugh, which is pretty hard to do, so... claps to you~

OKAY back to the story~

Previously on Brothers Conflict: Forbidden Love (I've always wanted to do that)

Ema yawned, rubbing her eyes. Her pillow had disappeared, and she was a little annoyed.

"Pillow, where'd you go?" she groaned, finally looking up. She shielded her eyes from the glare of the sun and looked around the empty car. "Asami?" her eyes widened nervously as she looked around for her missing sister and brothers. "Tsubaki? Azusa?" Ema noticed that a certain weight was missing. Oh no, oh no, oh no... "Wataru? Where are you?"

~*~

Asami's POV

I grinned as we entered the small store. Inside, it was warm and there were several tables dotting the floor. 

"Thanks, Tsubaki-nii, Azusa-nii! You guys are the best~"

"Hey, you called us your older brothers! Finally!" Tsubaki smiled and squeezed the three of us into a (rather uncomfortable) group hug. "Or wait," he eyed me suspiciously, "are you just flattering us because we're getting you ramen..."

I smiled innocently, batting my eyelashes. 

"C'mon, Tsu-nii! You know I'd never do that..."

"Hmm..." he was sceptical of my answer, so I decided to give him a light punch to show that the "real me" was still here.

"Hey!" He exclaimed. "That hurt! Apologise, Asami-chan," he pouted.

"No."

"What?" He huffed. "Why not? It hurts..."

Feeling bad for him, I gave in eventually.

"Sooorrryyy, Tsubaki-san. But you're not the best anymore. Only Azu-nii."

~*~

While Tsubaki and I had been playing around, Azusa had (apparently) ordered for us and (somehow) ordered EXACTLY what I wanted! (STALKER)

"How'd you know what I wanted?" I asked, genuinely curious how Azusa had figured it out.

"Well, I dunno. It just seemed like something you'd like..." 

I raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

"Well..." he scratched the back of his neck nervously. "I might've asked your sister..."

"You asked her for information about me?"

"Yeah... sorry... I guess I could've just asked you myself, but..." he trailed off.