Note - 09/24/2014 - I've finally updated Art's brother's name! And since is mean and won't let us copy paste stuff anymore, I can't copy my original note. But to recap, it basically entailed something like how (written as of the end of S1) I felt like there was more to Art's brother than the show had thus far revealed (and I was right!) and how I don't really know what kind of person he actually was so this was my take on him.

Also, because Skill never died, Nice might be a little OOC or at least slightly different from the show, since he 'grew up' with Skill. :) Otherwise, enjoy!

~*~ Matchmaker ~*~

Skill knows his brother is stubborn—he was the only person to graduate Facultas, a school for Minimum-holders, without a fully-developed Minimum. He just didn't expect his best friend and partner-in-crime, who's had the most massive crush on said brother for years, to be equally stubborn.

Skill yawns loudly and draws another Pocky stick from the box on top of the dashboard of the car they were currently crammed in. "Remind me why we're here again?" he asked in a dull tone, although the query was made mostly out of boredom rather than actual seeking of information.

Nice frowned. "Aren't you at all worried that the Ginza killer might be someone on the task force? It might explain how the bastard is always one step ahead of us," he responded before returning his attention to the front of the police building.

Skill glanced sideways at his partner and puffed his cheeks at him. Lethargically, he shifted so that he was leaning against the steering wheel and rested his chin on it. "Hm. Yup. Except that the Ginza killer operates mostly in Ginza, and this is Yokohama. And it's not at all suspicious looking for us to be loitering near a police station. Let's not worry about that. Instead, let's worry about where my brother picked out that god-awful tie today. Eurgh. But actually, let's not worry about that either. Because all that really matters is that my brother is… 'gorgeous and look at that smile, I kind of want to run my fingers through' – ok, please just stop. Can you be any more of a sap?" Skill complained while making a face, staring at the figure of his brother a few dozen meters away, where the latter was smiling and chatting with another man in a business suit.

Nice glared at him. "Hey no one asked you to use your Minimum right now. And can you not? What if Art senses you?"

Skill rolled his eyes. "What if he does? He'll realize we're stalking him? Uhhh, hate to burst your bubble, Nice, but Nii-san already knows we're stalking him. It kind of goes with the twin thingy, you know? We have this constant presence in our mind and know where each other are blah blah blah—oh look, here he comes now," he finished with a cat-got-cream grin.

"What? Skill!" Nice yelped in indignation before sitting up properly and attempting to look as nonchalant as possible before Art walked up to the driver's side of the car and leaned down against the car door frame.

Skill acquiesced to the unspoken request and lowered the window. "Yaaah, Nii-san! We were just in the neighborhood, checking in on you and letting Nice—ow!" He was interrupted by a sharp thump on his head, courtesy of Nice.

"Shuddup, idiot," he mumbled. Then, making eye contact with Art, he attempted a sore smile and scratched his cheek uncertainly. "Hey, Art," he greeted.

Skill rolled his eyes, though that went unseen by his brother. Thank goodness the Mind-Reading Minimum was privy to the younger twin only, Nice thought in that brief moment. Art smiled at the pair in response, though the amicable smile he shared with Nice transformed into a slightly dark smile when it landed on his brother. "Skill…what are the two of you doing here?" he asked in that smooth tone of his, although it carried with it a hint of accusation.

Skill beamed. "Because of our undying love for you of course, brother dearest. We couldn't stand to be away from you for the entire day," he sang out.

Art gave him baleful look. "Skill…I don't know what you're here for…but stay out of trouble, hmm? The two of you have an unofficial record with the station. I sincerely hope you don't ever turn it into a permanent one." Turning to Nice, he offered an apologetic smile and said, "Sorry, Nice, that Skill is always dragging you into things."

"Not at all!" Nice replied a little quickly. Skill snickered beside him, and he resisted the urge to smack his friend. Instead, he smiled a little sheepishly and said, "Skill and I are partners. We drag each other into trouble, but we land in trouble as a team," he finished the statement with an affirming nod.

Both twins stared at him. "Way to help our case, dumbass…" Skill mumbled, while Art tried to stifle a chuckle at the creeping realization and embarrassment covering Nice's face.

"Alright. I suppose I'll let you off the hook this time—" Art started.

"Yay! Nii-san is the best—" Skill cut in with a happy yelp.

"—but, you must leave now and don't loiter around again. And, stop poking your nose into the Ginza affair. That is strictly police business, with which civilians have no place in. Got it?" Art reprimanded.

"Yessiree," Skill mock saluted. "Does that mean you won't be home again, tonight?" the younger twin inquired with a pout.

"…I have to do the write-up by tonight, so whenever that is done with—"

"I'll take that as a no, then. It's not loitering if we come deliver dinner, right?" Skill half pondered out loud, half asked Art.

"You don't have to worry about—" Art started with a soft smile.

"It's alright. We have nothing better to do anyways, if we don't have the Ginza case to work on. We don't have anything better to do, do we, Nice?" Skill asked his friend suggestively.

Nice blinked. "Uh…no?"

Skill grinned maniacally at Art. "Nope! We don't have anything better to do. I'll pick up some yakisoba and donuts, kay? Nii-san better make time to eat with us. It's a date," Skill concluded while simultaneously starting up the car. "Later Nii-san!" he said before Art had a chance to reply and drove off.

Nice turned to look at the diminishing figure of Art through the back window. "Really, Skill? Just like that?"

Skill shrugged. "Give him the chance and he'll keep arguing. That's how he is. He can't argue if the food is staring at him right in the face now can he? Plus, you know he'll cave into anything sweet. He can eat out the entirety of MisuDou if you allowed him."

Nice finally sat back down in his seat. "Yeah…"

Skill nodded. "Ok, great. So you ready for your date tonight?" he asked casually.

"Hmm…wai—what?" Nice let out. "What date?"

Skill rolled his eyes for the umpteenth time in the past hour. "Your date with my brother, duh. I can't actually make it, kay?"

"What! But you said we have nothing better to do—"

"We don't. But I do. Don't worry. Get the coffee-gel-filled, maple-glazed donuts. Nii-san will automatically love you forever and ever if you do."

"Skill!"

~End