A/N: A flashfic written for a request on LiveJournal. The prompt was what if Hijiri and Hisoka were actually related somehow? And I didn't do the prompt justice with such a short piece. Kind of.
Warnings: none. It's worksafe.
Disclaimer: Yami no Matsuei is the intellectual property of Yoko Matsushita and all associated companies. No profit is being made from this and no copyright infringement intended with this fan-made piece of fiction.
"What do you mean – we're brothers?" Hijiri frowned. He could still remember his family, though vaguely. And even if this… boy looked very much like him, the things Hijiri knew about his own family denied such a possibility.
"My father and your mother," Hisoka repeated patiently, not quite thrilled by this piece of knowledge.
Hijiri raised his hand to silence him. "I get that part. There's just no way…"
"Really?" Hisoka's eyebrows shot up. He'd already accepted the fact and considered having a brother actually… nice.
"But my father…"
Hisoka sighed in exasperation, rubbing his temples. This was getting annoying.