Dlbn: Hello everyone and welcome!
Nbld: This got better reception then we thought so let's get cracking. First the review corner! Thank you to Promocat, Maki-Sensitivity, Sycocat, and Fizzydrink101 for reviewing! Candy for you all!
Promocat: Thanks! I haven't ready any that come around right at this point either (nothing wrong with that at all! ;) I've read most of the ones on here, plus on other sites as well ^^"). I figured Seimei might have something to do with it, which would explain his rather disturbing need to protect his brother from his mother and basically everything else. He's also involved with them Pre-Septimal Moon in my other story Careless. That's the timeline I work off of mostly now.
Maki-Sensitivity: Nope XD He thinks he's so smart but really he's a fool in some ways. I mean he can't be totally stupid because he managed to fake his own death and get away with numerous murders, after all (SPOILER as hinted in the manga). They're adorable together even if Seimei's devotion/attraction to his brother is questionable
Sycocat: Aw hope it wasn't a bad hit to home :/ more coming up!
Fizzydrink101: They're just adorable. I hope they figure things out and stay together in the series, too.
000
First House
A few days after Ritsuka awoke from his short-lived coma, he followed Seimei and his parents into a light brown two story home in Kyoto. The grass was bright green and the windowsills and door were painted the same color as the ugly walls in the hospital room. The inside was moderately decorated with only the necessities in neutral tones that all but blended with the off-white walls and ugly brown carpet. His father walked off down a hall and he heard a door slam as his mother left the boys alone with promises of a nice meal.
"Come on." Seimei told Ritsuka, offering him his hand. "Let's go see your room, okay? That's most important."
"Okay."
Ritsuka took his hand and followed Seimei up the staircase in front of him, hand gripping onto the railing as he slowly took the stairs. While his memories seemed to be the only thing affected, according to the doctor, some of his motor skills needed a little work after being out of use for two weeks. Ritsuka followed Seimei down a hallway with the same walls and carpet as the room downstairs. Seimei opened the third brown door on the left. He let Ritsuka go inside. The walls were painted a faint blue color that was only a shade or two darker than the walls of the hospital hallways. The only items in the room were a bed with a blue blanket on it and a pillow covered by a blue pillowcase, and a desk littered with papers and school supplies. A blue backpack was lying at the side of the desk with papers and a book spilling out of it. It looked like a child's room, even though there weren't any toys inside. Maybe they were all inside the big wooden chest under the window that he hadn't noticed when he first walked in. after all, it said 'TOYS' on it in bold colored letters.
"Is this my room?" Ritsuka wondered, walking in.
He ran his hand against the wall and brushed his fingers over a light switch as he slowly made his way around the room. He took in every color and every sight, all the smells and the noises coming from downstairs and the fan swirling lightly on the white ceiling above.
"This is your room." Seimei confirmed, nodding. "Mine is right next to yours. Your room is the third door, mine is the second."
Ritsuka nodded. "Okay."
He didn't remember any of this, but judging by the colors inside, he was pretty certain his favorite color was blue. After all, it was everywhere. Ritsuka opened the closet to see a bunch of clothing of various colors and textures inside. From jeans to pajama bottoms and shirt sleeved shirts to long sleeved ones, the closet was full of every type of clothes he could ever imagine he'd need throughout the year.
"Seimei…are we friends…?" He wondered, looking over his shoulder.
"Of course we're friends, Ritsuka. We're more than friends. We're brothers." Seimei smiled gently. "Why do you ask?"
"I thought siblings don't get along with each other…"
"Some don't, but we're not like that. We're very close."
"Okay." Ritsuka smiled gently. "You know, if you think about it…this is really weird."
"What's weird?"
Ritsuka shut the closet and walked to his bed, where he plopped down on the edge of it.
"This is my first time in a house…my first time having my own room that's all mine…" He smiled gently. "And you're my first friend."
Seimei smiled gently back. "Yes…best friends."
