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Higurashi Souta x Higurashi Kagome

Rated: T? (One-sided Incest)


"Sorry."

Higurashi Souta had to be one of the most popular boys in his high school, if not the most popular one, so it was no real shock to him that he had been approached once again by a girl after class.

"Sorry," Souta repeated, sighing mentally when the normally shy-looking girl looked absolutely devastated by his rejection, "But there's... someone else I like."

It wasn't a lie either.

"Oh," The girl, whose name he didn't even know and honestly, didn't care to know, quickly averted her tearing eyes – tearing brown eyes, a colour that he found ugly on any girl, "I-I'm sorry too!"

He watched as she ran away with a sob and he finally let out a sigh and allowed himself to mutter one thing.

"Sorry."

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"I'm home!" Souta called out, slipping off his shoes at the door and blinking his blue eyes when he didn't receive any answer. He moved through the house quietly, stopping immediately when he spotted a small figure lying on the couch.

'Nee-chan.'

He smiled, observing her sleeping form as he moved closer, barely noticing that Buyo was napping comfortably on her stomach.

He swallowed nervously, seeing that she was simply wearing a tank top and sleeping shorts, revealing her slim smooth legs and he felt his stomach clench nervously with a wave of heat.

When he was younger, the sight of her legs had never affected him, but now, in his adolescence, it was a completely different story.

What the hell was wrong with him?

"Inuyasha, stopping picking on Shippou-chan," Kagome murmured in her sleep and Souta frowned, feeling the heat in his stomach turn into burning jealousy at the mention of that name, "O...su...wa...ri."

"Your life is here now," Souta leaned over, barely a hair width's away from her soft lips, "So, just stop thinking about him, Nee-chan."

He couldn't help himself and dipped down even further until his lips pressed against her own in a feather-soft touch.

It was Buyo's meow that had him snapping back, gasping in shock at what he had just done and feeling his face burn with red hot heat. The fat feline was staring at him and Souta, probably in his own delusion, swore he could see disdain within the cat's green eyes.

"I know, Buyo. I know."

What the hell was wrong with him?