"Hello, my bruzzahs! I have returned once again!" Karamatsu posed in the doorway, eyes close, hand on his chin. There was silence, so he opened them. His brothers were all there, Todomatsu playing a game with Jyushimatsu, Ichimatsu playing with a cat (with his now scratched-up sunglasses), Choromatsu reading, and Osomatsu napping on the couch. None of them acknowledged him.
He was used to it by now, and as always, he felt his smile falter, but this time let it drop completely, dropped his pose as well. His day had already been shitty, making this treatment hit him like a truck. He was tired of this. So tired of being ignored. And when they weren't ignoring him, they were showing him how much they hated him. He was sick of putting up this front. What was the point in faking a smile when no one would even see it, when no one even noticed he was there.
He sighed softly and crossed the room. He changed out of his white tank top and leather jacket, throwing on his blue sweater, grabbed his wallet, and walked back out without a word. He didn't expect he'd be coming back tonight. Maybe not the next night either. He just had to get away for a while. He couldn't handle this anymore. He just couldn't. He'd saved up a lot of money. He'd be able to stay gone for as long as he wanted, until he could mentally (emotionally) return to the most important people in his life treating him like an inconvenience at best. He didn't bother announcing his departure; no one would notice his absence anyway, unless they wanted something from him.
He passed by Chibita's, without looking at him. He might have swung by for some oden, but there were other customers there. He didn't want to get in the way. He wasn't all that hungry anyway. He could go for a drink right about now, but he just wanted to walk. He kept walking, mind blank, focused only on putting one foot in front of the other. At one point he noticed he didn't recognize the area. And the sun was setting. It hadn't been much past noon when he started walking, how long had he been out?
He stopped at a bench and pulled his pack out of his pocket, and lit a cigarette. He frowned at the sky. The crystal blue was fading, making way for sunset's lovely colours, the warm colours of the rainbow painting the dimming blue canvas in such remarkable beauty. It was truly no wonder so many people enjoyed the sunset, waiting impatiently for the mundane azure to vanish into anything else. He took drags of his cigarette as he watched the colours change, until it was a dark purple, stars lighting it, a quarter moon hanging in the sky. He smiled sadly. Purple being favoured over blue...sounds familiar, non?
He looked up and down the empty road. There was a little flower shop across the street, displaying pink and red roses, purple and yellow chrysanthemums, so many flowers in so many colours, framed by lovely green leaves. None were blue. He finished off his cigarette and walked over to the closed shop, looking in the window. Nope. None of the flowers were blue. Some looked close, but no. They were too purple.
Karamatsu chuckled, and shook his head, walking away. I guess blue really doesn't belong, does it?
He didn't see the small bouquet of blue Forget-Me-Nots hidden behind the rest, tucked away in the corner.