1. Family, Friends, Breakups - Haikyuu fanfic, Oc X Oikawa
2. Find Her - Assassination Classroom fanfic, Oc X Karma Akabane
3. Is It Okay To Have Dinner With The Spider - Kono Oto Tomare X One Piece fanfic, Oc X Tetsuki
Anyway, here's an extra long chapter to make up for my prolonged absence. ;)
(I just realised that my shortest chapter are 2.6 pages, and here's the longest chapter so far with 7.5 pages!)
After all these years. Nothing had changed. They were still at war, and it wasn't just the two countries - it was the two brothers who'd stuck together for all their lives, until the fated day three years ago.
^v^
Their laughter echoed in the forest, Suna Rintarou's quiet giggles making his body quiver with joy. His older brother beside him made loud guffaws, contradicting the soft chuckles that came from his little brother.
"I love climbing trees, Rin-kun! You know, I learnt it at school with my friends and it's really fun! Don't you love it too?!" nine-year-old Suna Kiyama shouted. Before Rintarou had any chance to reply, Kiyama leaned back, hoping to rest on a branch, but instead fell through the air, the wind barely slowing down his fall. A cry rang out.
The younger six-year-old boy, stared in horror at his bloodied brother. "Nii-san! I'm coming too!" He cried, desperately wanting to help his brother.
"No, Rin-kun! No!" Kiyama shouted, but it was no use; Rintarou had already jumped off of the safe tree branch they had once stood on.
His younger brother's shouts could barely be heard before he landed on Kiyama's stomach with a thud. The impact crawled up his spine, screaming pain in every bone.
Rintarou, on the other hand, was too scared and tears started bubbling up and dripping down his cheeks. "WAAAHHHH!" he bawled loudly, "Nii-san!"
The older boy, seeing his younger brother in such pain, winced as he struggled to get up. Finally, with his red splattered hands and bruised face, he grinned at his crying brother and held out a hand. "Come on now, Rin-kun! Stand up, it's okay! It might hurt a bit, but I'm here! I'll carry you home," he smiled.
Rintarou gazed up as if he'd just seen the sun, and a small smile appeared on his face. Kiyama was much more injured and wounded than he was, but he was still holding out a hand to Rintarou and willing to carry him. Rintarou had a few bruises here and there, but that was it; Kiyama had broken his fall.
The smaller child grabbed on to his nii-san's arms eagerly and grinned up at him. "Thank you, Nii-san!" The brothers walked home slowly but steadily, Kiyama carrying Rintarou on his back
Seven years later...
His phone, for once, was not in his hand as he watched his brother hug his parents, from his bedroom window. He knew his mother would scold him later on for being such a brat and not saying goodbye to his brother. But he couldn't see the point. Even if he did say goodbye, it wouldn't change the fact that Kiyama would leave his life. Perhaps forever.
The window was fogged up with his breath and his lime green eyes stared. His brother had the same green eyes as him, although darker, and the same black hair that they had both inherited from their Japanese parents. His fingers gripped the edge of the window frame a little tighter at each step Kiyama took away from the house. He could still go and farewell his brother. But if he did, it would really feel like sealing his fate.
Rintarou couldn't find the strength.
He remembered telling his friend about it. What was it Haruka had said? Something about not letting him go without telling him your true intentions. Maybe he should go and tell his brother off for going off to do something they had never agreed on. Going to war hadn't been what Rintarou had thought his brother would ever do, in a million years.
Finally, he found the urge. Rintarou walked out of his room and then broke into a run as he leaped down the stairs as if he were flying. He could see the car leaving. He sped up, gritting his teeth.
The front door burst open and when he finally reached his weeping parents, the car had already zoomed off into the distance, kicking up dust. Rintarou dug his nails into his palm, cursing himself.
Why hadn't he come out faster? Why hadn't he just pushed aside his rage? Why had he been so selfish? Rintarou let out a scream and doubled over, his palms on his bent legs as he gathered his breath. Why had he let his brother go?
^v^
Three years ago...
"Rintarou!" his mother shouted up the stairs, her voice urgent and strained. "Come down now! You..." she choked, "You have to see this."
Rintarou, having finally finished his homework after a tiring volleyball practice, sighed and grumbled a few curses under his breath. He'd planned on calling the Miya twins to discuss something about their volleyball positions, but that would have to be postponed for a few minutes.
He trudged down the stairs. When he finally arrived in the living room, where his parents were, his eyes darted to the TV screen that held his parents' gazes.
Reporter: The fight has been going on for many years, and we were closing in to victory when an air strike bombed our main base camp. Many soldiers have been brought to the hospital, where doctors say that only a small percent may survive. The air strike included business with poisons and now, our numbers reducing quickly, we have an even lesser chance of winning the war. Our government is trying their hardest to do what they can, but this may cause our loss. Now, we have our prime minister saying a few words -
But Rintarou had stopped listening. His hand dropped to his sides and his narrow lime green eyes bulged out of his sockets. His heart thumped loudly in his ears and everything else disappeared from his focus. He'd known this would happen. But he'd never believed it. He'd hoped that it wouldn't. But now, the worse had finally come and he felt like he was stuck between life, and death.
^v^
"Sunaaaaaaaaa!" One of the Miya twins called from behind as thundering footsteps echoed from behind Suna. The twins took the same walking route to school, and sometimes they walked together. But Rintarou just wasn't in the mood today - he wasn't in the mood any day.
"Oi, oi, what's got you so gloomy today?" Miya Osamu noticed as elbowed the said boy with a curious glance.
His hair spiked out of his head, and like usual, he was scrolling through his social media feed as he walked to school,. A hundred likes for his latest post already... "Nothing. I'm not gloomy," he finally replied, grumbling.
Miya Atsumu swung his arm around Rintarou and grinned, "Come on... You can tell us. Is it a girl?" he mused slyly. Atsumu himself had many love affairs with girls, but it was all a joke to him, no matter how much Osamu scold him for it. He'd just never found himself The One.
His twin rolled his eyes and ran his fingers through his silver hair. "Why would he look so gloomy if it was a girl? Dumbass," Osamu defended. He knew how annoying it was when Atsumu started talking about how all the ladies were attracted to him while none even blinked at Osamu.
The golden haired boy shrugged, "Maybe someone dumped him or rejected him."
"They can't dump him because he wasn't in a relationship," Osamu shot back.
"Then rejected."
The middle man clenched his jaw and tightened his fists. "There's no girl," he cleared up finally. The twins waited for him to elaborate, but he didn't.
"So-" Atsumu was suddenly cut off by a tall, imposing, dark skinned boy who appeared behind them without anyone noticing.
"I thought Suna told you that his brother went to war. Didn't you hear the news last night? They all lost and most of the soldiers got caught in an air strike. They're basically all dead at the moment," Aran Ojiro spoke.
Rintarou's fists tightened even more at how accurate his upperclassman had been as the twins jumped at the voice.
"I hope they're all dead," Rintarou replied. They rounded the bustling corner where shops were opening and people were coming out of their houses.
The twins gaped at their friend, not comprehending as their volleyball brains spun vigorously. "But then your brother-! Suna! Your brother may be dead?!"
"That's fine with me," Rintarou lied through his teeth.
"Do you have a bad relationship with your brother or something?! How could you want him dead?!" Atsumu cried in exasperation, flailing his arms in the air as they crossed the street towards their school. Many students were already overflowing the yard.
Rintarou shrugged, "I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know-" Atsumu was interrupted a second time.
"If Suna doesn't want to talk about it he won't talk about it. And we shouldn't push him," Osamu chided his brother who knitted his eyebrows together and looked away.
"I don't have a bad relationship with my brother," Rintarou said, "I just don't know if I want him alive or not. If he was alive, I wouldn't ever be able to look at him and forgive myself for not stopping him."
^v^
The teacher rambled on in front of the classroom as he discussed the math equation in front of the class. Most of the class still stared at him with confused expressions, whereas some took notes and began to understood, the rest didn't care. Before he finished explaining, the bell rang and the class filed out of the room, relieved to have finally finished the second-to-last lesson of the day. There were only a bare few who really enjoyed the class.
Just as Rintarou stepped out of the room, his phone buzzed aggressively in his pocket. Following this, he took it out and answered the call. It was his mum and this sent him to high alert; she never called when he was at school unless it was an emergency.
"Okaasan?" he spoke into the phone lazily, "What is it?"
A hiccup echoed in his ear before her strained voice spoke. "Rintarou! Hurry back home right now! Your father and I are already here. I already told the principal to let you go off early. Just come home now!" the other end of the call seemed rushed, urgent, as if something tremendous was happening.
"Okay," he slung his packed bag around his shoulder and began to run, "What happened?" It had better be a good reason for him to skip out on practice. That reminded him; he'd have to fill Kita in on his absence.
A gulp sounded on the other side of the call, "I think it may be Ki-kun."
The name jolted something inside of him. Ki-kun. That's what his parents called him. But he'd not heard that name in such a long time... Rintarou didn't want to hear the name again, because that would mean everything else would too. And then his guilt would finally come out of light and Rintarou would drown in guilt. The wall he'd put up would fall like Jericho.
Rintarou's footsteps hit the pavement with each fleeting step he took as he sprinted home. Every time his foot hit the concrete path, the impact shivered up his leg, and the guilt piled up on his ankles, making every step harder to take. Slowly, it felt like all his work amounted to nothing, as he ran on the spot.
Tears stung the back of his eyes. He didn't want to see him. He couldn't. Rintarou knees buckled and he fell. I'm so sorry, Nii-san. I'm sorry. I should've never let you go. I should've at least said goodbye. Why can't I have a good relationship with you until the end like the Miya twins? Why am I such a horrible brother?! His fists pounded the concrete, blood staining his knuckles and hands, as he screamed. Nii-san...
A warm and calloused hand came in contact with his shaking back. Rintarou didn't notice until he heard the voice. The voice he thought he would never hear again, and had hoped never to hear.
"Rin-kun. Stop hurting yourself already," the older male's voice rang in Rintarou's ear. "Come on, stand up."
The black haired sixteen-year-old squeezed his eyes shut angrily, tears dripping down as he shook his head. "Don't look at me!" he cried, "Don't ever look at me."
"Then... can I take a picture of myself and send it to you so that you can see that I'm alive?" he joked cheerfully. "I'm kidding. Though I'm sure that's probably the only way to get you to look at me at the state you're in."
Rintarou didn't know how to respond. Three years ago, he would've rolled his eyes and said 'shut up', but now, all he wanted to do was stay there and let his brother's voice be the only thing he could hear; he wanted to treasure something he thought he would never be able to.
"Rin-kun, are you really going to stay there? Come on, at least look at me," Kiyama sighed.
"No, because then I will never be able to forgive myself. I let you go to your death, and I didn't even say goodbye," Rintarou spat bitterly, "I don't want to kill myself at the sight of you."
"Mmm, but I'm alive. And... it's not your fault you didn't want to say goodbye. Plus, what does that matter now? I'm alive and I'm back," Kiyama pointed out. The scene was quite ridiculous; one brother was facing the ground on his knees, the other brother stood in front of him with a hand out, and both talked to each other like every other day, except it wasn't every other day.
Rintarou blinked. His brother was right and he felt like punching himself. Finally, he grabbed on to his brother stretched arm and let himself be pulled upright. It was like an eternity finally passed when he looked up and faced his brother. A tear dripped down his cheek. "Nii-san..."
Kiyama's body was entirely wrapped in bandaged and he leaned on a crutch. One of his legs was amputated and blood and bruises decorated his face. Yet, he still smiled. "Hello, Rin-kun. Long time no see," Kiyama greeted, placing a hand on his shoulder.
Rintarou finally broke into a blubbering mess of tears, sobbing in his guilt and pain as he collapsed into his brother's arms. "I'm sorry Nii-san! I wanted to say goodbye but I was too late," he sniffled, "I'm sorry. You're so much more broken yet, you're still holding me up, like you always have. Nii-san..."
"Say no more," Kiyama interrupted, "I will always be here for you, Rin-kun."