While Osomatsu wanted to believe that there wasn't anything in particular that was wrong, he knew that he was lying. He knew what was making Jyushimatsu and Choromatsu anxious. He didn't want to admit it before, but when you're an older brother you can sense these things. Well, at least when you can see that there's a problem right in front of your face. Before he had been asking why, sight the few weeks that had passed, he had always known why. Hell, he was even worrying himself. Where the f*** was Karamastu? Where was the painful brother? How did this happen, why wasn't he doing anything to figure it out? The reason? Cause he wasn't sure. The last time something like this happened it was because Kara was kidnapped for ransom, which frankly they didn't have to pay. A twinge of guilt did strike him though on the memory but he ignored it, trying to focus on the fact that he lost a little brother and has no flipping clue on where he is.
While Oso was asking himself questions, in the corner, a certain cat boy was, well… getting more and more angry. So to speak. Where was he? Why is this bother him, and why is he even caring? His own voice in his head was jeering at him, mocking him with the questions as the were asked like a broken record. Though he did show it, and didn't want to show it, his nerves were getting the best of him. Each night, he got less and less sleep. He never realized how much he needed a warm presence next to him till earlier this week, and since the realization, the more he's been awake to think about it. This wasn't doing him any favors on loom wise, having dark bags under his eyes and a aura of a weighing tiredness that no amount of sleep could fix. But even so, he could help he feeling that even with an absence of his most hated brother, he wasn't, "gone"? He was probably getting paranoid. He still couldn't shake the feeling though when he heard body-less noises that were mere whispers in e small house. He would never say it but,
He wished he'd come back. The futon was getting cold.
Choro has also not been sleeping well. He began staying up some nights to look through news paper sites and news reports to see anything he could find. No dead bodies, no findings of the "missing person" ad he put up early in the first week of Karamatsu's absence, and it was eating at him. Where was he? Don't, God please, don't be dead.
The jeers in his head. The pain he still feels from ghostly wounds. What did he look like again? I want to sleep. What's sleep? 'Something you don't deserve ~ you filth' "STOP.' Kara held his head. He was losing his mind. Every day remembering more and more of his nightmare, forgetting what was around him. He's losing himself. Where were the pills? Where was he? 'Why am I here again?'
He couldn't answer any of the questions, and soon
the pills will run out,
Soon.