Life is perfect.

Jyushimatsu laughs to himself, splashing in the water of the beach. It was an excellent day to be outside, and he had even managed to convince his brothers to join him. Whether they were sunbathing or collecting seashells, they were all together.

"Totty!" He exclaimed to his younger brother. As the pink matsu turned, he was promptly splashed by Jyushi.

Todomatsu laughed, splashing Jyushimatsu back with the water. He didn't even seem to care when his hair got damp.

"Hey, don't get me wet, you two!" Choromatsu pursed his lips a couple of feet away.

Todomatsu grinned devilishly at him.

"Choromatsu-niisan, if I have to get wet, so do you!" Todomatsu scooped water up and flung it at the elder.

Choromatsu dropped the seashells he was collecting as he was splashed.

"Todomatsu! You'll regret that!" Choromatsu boomed, but Jyushimatsu could decipher amusement in his voice.

Choromatsu splashed at Todomatsu, both laughing. Soon, a waterfight of three broke out. It ended after a while when the eldest voice cut through the laughter.

"Hey, when you three are done, lunch is ready!" Osomatsu called from the shore. The cold beer in his hand splashed slightly as he motioned them over.

Jyushimatsu and his brothers grinned at each other before exiting the water.

Life was perfect.

Ichimatsu handed them each towels from where he was sunbathing. He even seemed to give them an approving smile. Jyushimatsu beamed from the satisfaction. The three brothers dried off their dripping bodies.

Osomatsu began handing out sandwiches and cold beers from a cooler they had brought along. They enjoyed their meal with laughs and stories of the day they had had. Osomatsu had told them about a cute girl who had winked at him. Karamatsu finally perfected a new tune on his guitar.

"Karamatsu-niisan! You should play for us!" Jyushimatsu gasped, smile wide with excitement. His brothers agreed, nodding their heads eagerly. Even Ichimatsu seemed intrigued.

"Alright, alright, for you, my dearest brothers, I shall play." He chuckled.

The five brothers gathered around Karamatsu as he strummed his guitar. The sun glimmering as the brothers enjoyed the song produced a beautiful scene. Even Ichimatsu seemed to be enjoying the melody as Karamatsu sang.

Life would be perfect.

Jyushimatsu sat in a padded, white room, wishing his brothers would come. Deep down, Jyushimatsu knew it was futile. He hadn't seen his brothers in over 8 months. He hadn't seen a person since his last shock therapy a week ago.

A tear rolled down his cheek as he smile shakily faltered. He rocked himself like he usually did when he began to remember them. Life before the diagnosis was perfect, at least he thinks. Was it? Was it? He couldn't remember. His memory was often jumbled. It's the medication, he tells himself. He's just stuffed full of drugs. Tears are streaming down his face now.

That's no good.

My eyes are leaking again, but i'm not sad.

He tries to wipe his eyes, but his arms are restrained in a straight jacket.

Right, right! I have this on. Ever since I tore so much at the door that my fingers started bleeding.

Jyushimatsu falls back on the cushioned floor, tears streaming out profusely now.

"Life… Life is hell!" He proudly exclaims to no one in particular. He lets out a laugh, but he's not sure if it turned out to be wail or not.

The padded door opens, but Jyushimatsu cannot see with tears flooding his vision. Quickly, he is forced to stand on his shaking legs.

He is dragged away by two strong men. He hopes today is the day that they give him so much shock therapy that he can't remember why his eyes are leaking.

"Life is complicated." He thinks as he is strapped onto the table.

An all too familiar helmet is strapped onto his head.

"Life is-"