Daichi's POV

Ever since she came to our live she has all of us wrapped around her little finger as if she had our hearts grasped in her palm. She changed us for good or for bad. And we'd do anything just to keep her. But we despised her for she has so much affect on us. Who knew we'd actually fall for her, so hard. It was never in our original plan. As if our hearts were wrapped by some fruitless vines we were binded by our emotions. I wonder how will the fruit taste once its fully ripped. Will it taste like sour grapes or fruit like wine? Why does she drive us crazy as though she has all our senses captive? Yet somehow keeping us sane. She is a kind of a magnet that draws every attention. Maybe its the charisma that pull us towards her but she's such a silly. Naïve. Clumsy. A total dummy. Sometimes a brat. But she was our precious little girl.

When she ended up in the woods and almost lost her life to the beast she had scared the hell out of us. And it was partly my fault for letting her go. When she finally gained her conscious I hugged her gently not to hurt her but I was deeply mad at her. She make me sorrow and grant me peace at the same time. And I started to question myself who was she to me to be capable of waving my heart all the time? A troublesome lil sis or a dummy little girl?

She is barely 5'2 as if she had stopped growing tall at her teenage and just got her hair longer tied in a twin ponytails with a pair of strawberry clips at each side which sometimes urges me to tease about. She is quite girlish although it makes her way adorable that leave no man be able to resist her charms.

She's still a crybaby, it can't be helped but her boldness got us surprised when she confronted us today. We were quite taken aback. When did she have the guts to talk back rudely to my guest?

Her voice was tender, full of pity and every time she look at us with that unbearable emotions we can't help but to want her even more. But this emotion shouldn't have exist in the first place. But today, I just couldn't help myself. As I stole her first kiss and my lips was still layed on her soft lips I peek a sidelong glance on them and they were already flushed with envious looks. I felt guilty doing this but we knew this was going to happen. How long could a man restrain himself? Every man is a beast.