The Strums of His Song

Karamatsu doesn't know it, but when he's up on the roof, he thinks he's alone. He's in the light of the sun, and glowed alongside with it. And yet he never knew of the secret guests who'd hear the softer songs he'd never sing loud enough for anyone else to hear.

Ichimatsu hid in the dark crevices of the roof, often relaxing by the sun in the shade with the strays he'd somewhat adopt. No one really knew he was there except maybe Jyushimatsu whenever it was time to come down. No one ever bothered to check and that was okay with him, even if it was a little lonely.

And yet, his loneliness eased when he'd see the older brother's silhouette along with his acoustic guitar.

Karamatsu's songs were oddly soft. The strums of his guitar would somehow match the beats of Ichimatsu's heartbeat and, even sometimes, breathing. It was a soft rhythm whenever he'd play his secret songs. Ichimatsu would never know what Karamatsu would sing about but he could feel the emotion that came along the music, the strums of his guitar.

Sometimes, Ichimatsu would fall asleep because of the soft strums. Sometimes, he'd remain entranced. Sometimes, he'd could feel himself being killed softly by his songs. Sometimes, he'd wish to touch the callus covered hands and comfort his pains away. Sometimes, he'd wish he'd touch Ichimatsu. Maybe Ichimatsu could get the courage to be out there in the sun with him and bask in the softness of his music.

But, for now, he'd just listen to the strums of his song.