Something like Suicide
Interval Twenty
What Makes a Monster
Tokiya Ichinose, I remember him. Just barely though. I want to blame him. I really really wanted to at the time. Perhaps I should have seen it coming. Otoya wasn't always the smartest, but I didn't realize he had a masochistic side or that it would lead to this.
No one could have known that such a horrible person was out there...
Even to this day I can't help but to apologize whenever I hear Otoya's name. I still don't even have the strength to face him. Him, Reiji, or anyone. I left that place and can't look back...I've tried. But I degrees.
Back to the vampires that plague my home
Tokiya looked up with dull blue eyes. Words spinning around in his head, weaving a web of insecurity and doubt. His small twelve year old hand clawed at his already wrecked arm. Fading bruises and welts being replaces with bright red scratch marks from his small nails.
"That Ichinose family is so full of talent."
"Did you see the mother at the opera? So beautiful."
"The father is an actor"
"The oldest is already making his way in the industry at such a young age."
"What was his name again?"
"Hayato. He's amazing. Did you see his commercial?"
'I'm here too!' Tokiya thought. The grip on his own arm only getting worse. 'I'm an Ichinose too! Why don't I matter?'
"Who's he?"
"Oh him."
"The youngest one has no talent."
"Poor thing."
"If only he were like Hayato."
" Hayato."
" Hayato!"
'If only I were Hayato.'
Tokiya Ichinose, the youngest of the famous Ichinose family. They are well know for their many appearances in the show business community. Each shining in their own unique way. Except for Tokiya. His older brother, by only a year, always out shined him. No matter what he did, or how long her tried, everytime Hayato would beat him. So one day he thought to himself; the only thing between him and being number one was Hayato.
"I want to be the best." He said quietly. He stood on the set of his brother's new TV show. He watched as Hayato smiled at the director. His clothes were neat, vibrant, while Tokiya's were crumpled and plain.
Hayato pointed over to his brother with that ever friendly smile still present on his face. 'No doubt, he's making fun of me.' Tokiya thought pressing himself against the wall trying to make himself as small as possible.
The director frowned at his big brother. He shook his head as if to wave off whatever mean insult Hayato must have said. As the blue haired boy tried talking more the older man's frown turned into a scowl. He said a clear 'No' that everyone heard before turning and walking off.
'Ah, that person must not be like everyone else.' Tokiya's smile was as dull as his lifeless eyes.
Hayato clicked his tongue as he made his way back to this younger brother. "Let's go Toki. I refuse to work for someone like that." He exclaimed grabbing the battered hand of his brother wincing as he looked at it. "Call mum and tell her we're on our way."
"Must be nice." Tokiya said dully. "To be important."
"Hayato smiled. "You're important to me."
'Lies. Like you even care'
Maybe Hayato saw it coming. He was smart so he probably did. Each footstep grew slower, each second seemed like a life time as they walked. They hadn't walked home together in years.
"Why?" Tokiya hung his head low so his bangs covered his eyes.
"Hmm?" The older Ichinose continued pulling his brother along. His feet seemed to skip across the cracked and unkempt sidewalk. The forest, well more of just scattered trees now, off to their right down a small hill.
"I hate you." Tokiya said in such a quiet voice he wasn't sure Hayato had heard him.
"I hate me too."
The younger boy's heart fluttered for a moment as the wind picked up. He was sure that he heard wrong. He must have heard wrong because his big brother continued looking ahead, towards their home, with that dumb smile on his face.
"You're making fun of me!" He pulled harshly out of the other's loose grasp.
That made him turn. For the first time he noticed the smile did not reach Hayato's shiny blue eyes. "Ne, Toki. Let's play a game."
OoO
Tokiya smiled to himself as he pressed himself against Otoya. He gripped the latter's bright red hair. Normally he could calm himself. He could play the nice guy with that phony smile. But here, now, he didn't want to. He had Otoya in his grasp. He had everything.
Control
"Tokiya?" Otoya whimpered. He probably had no idea where he was. The last thing he probably remembered was telling his brother he was going to take the trash out. He didn't notice when Tokiya skulked after him. The brunette would have been to distracted by Ranmaru to notice either. So if Otoya survived, he would find his way home until Haruka was ready to leave.
Tokiya leaned in whispering in Otoya's ear as he pushed the teens face into the bark of a damp snow covered tree. "Are you afraid yet? Because I'm going to take every inch of you before I kill you."
"Toki?" Otoya shook.
'That's right fear me. You should be afraid.'
"Say my name." He pushed Otoya's face even more into the tree, until the bark began to cut into his silky smooth flesh, letting little blood droplets escape. At that the bluenette pulled on the redhead's hair, forcing his face back so he could like the crimson drops as the other panted in pain and ecstasy.
"Tokiya?" Ittoki struggled to say with the taste of iron covering his mouth.
The vampire laughed, shoving his prey into the snow. "Before I kill you, I want you to about my name. Not his."
OoO
It took Tokiya years to fix his self-esteem. But thanks to his kind brother he was able to. He was able to be number one, to work. But he was no longer Tokiya, after all Tokiya was a screw up. He was Hayato. The perfect Hayato.
And Hayato was Tokiya.
"Toki." The real Hayato said leaning into his dressing room. His right arm placed firmly on the door frame. "It's time"
"Thank you Hayato-nii." He smiled. A smile that always bother his brother, for is smile was real and reached his eyes.
The older one grinned. His eyes shined with a deviant glint. "Break a leg."
Tokiya, as Hayato, had done many concerts and TV shows, but this was his first movie. It was amazing being the best. It he told himself and Hayato that after this movie he would tel their parents that he was Tokiya. He wanted to be his own person. Hayato wasn't happy to say the least.
"It's selfish of him." She called her arms crossed over her flat chest. Her pretty red hair waist length. She the female lead of the movie. The pure white wedding gown she was dressed in made her seem as if her were swimming in the dress.
"Quite." Hayato glared at her. He watched Tokiya saying his lines with the passion he envied. "I want his to be amazing forever. This will engrave him in everyone's memories."
"You're selfish too."
"And you aren't Haruka-sama? Your price to stay 'Tokiya' forever is steep is it not?"
"Steep, but you are willing to pay it."
Hayato laughed. He pulled electronic device out of his pocket. "I want all three of them to be together for this."
"Right after the last scene, eh." Haruka nodded to herself. He tapped her foot against the wooden floor boards. "That's fine."
"Hmm, it's almost time. Shall we?" He offered her his arm.
She grabbed it, kicking off her heals and let her puffy wedding dress drag on the floor. He tilted her head with a devilish frown. "What could you get your hands on?"
"The question is what couldn't I?" Hayato's lips curled. "The name drop can get anything. Explosives are no exception."
" Hmm. Oh." She stopped. She ran to the director and bowed. The camera man too. Naturally it was only a distraction so she could grab the footage reel.
When she finally did make her way back with the only copy of the movie she signed. "It would be a waste to have this destroyed."
"Why?" He looked over his shoulder to see his brother smiling with their parents as he stood by the door with Haruka.
"I want you to remember what you are giving up." She said stuffing it in her bag. Each of my boys have something like that."
"Really?" They moved across the parking lit to her car.
She took the switch from his had, pressing the red button. "Of course. Would I lie?"
Hayato... No, Tokiya laughed. "I believe you Haruka-sama."
OoO
Tokiya looked down at the poor teen. He had a great deal of fun with him. He had all but ripped the side of his neck open. He watched the blood poor out into the snow. He wanted to wait and watch the whites leave Otoya's eyes, but he didn't have the time. So instead as the boy tried to mouth the word he couldn't speak, raising a hand just barely of the cold ground, Tokiya just laughed. With that he walked away.
Otoya wasn't the smartest person ever. Even as the person who had hurt him started to walk away he still could help but to beg him not to go.
His fingers grew cold. 'Ah, I have to tell Kaoru that Tokiya isn't a good man. I still have math homework, it's due in a few days. What day is it again? Ah I'm so cold, I wonder where Reiji is. Is papa okay? Are Cecil and Camus having fun?'
A million thoughts ran through his mind, as he tried to pick himself up off the ground. But he just ended up turning over songs could look at the pale moon light. 'I really thought I would be able to go to Tokyo. But I guess I really wasn't meant to leave.'
Otoya just watched the moon till his eyes could no longer see. His lips slightly parted. Last thoughts of a place he could never reach. So pure, so delicate. Haruka knew that as she looked down from the trees.
"You shall not be the last." She said like a prayer.
I'm not that kind.
The worst part is I don't feel bad for Otoya. I feel bad for Reiji. Lol poor Reiji!
I know I didn't give much time for reviews but that you Kiscia and Miracross for your reviews! They helped me finish off this chapter so it could be put out today too.
SK