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Chapter I Is All Truly Forgiven?
Yamato Ishida walked into the lobby of his apartment building, pressing the "up" button on the elevator. The doors slid open, and soundlessly he entered them. The buttons lit up, and he hit the number of his floor. Lost in thought, he didn't notice the metallic doors opening, and almost wound up going to the next floor. Shrugging, he stopped them from closing, and scuffled off to his room, feet going as slow as possible. He had so much on his mind ever since he had been told what he had done to that girl that he hardly noticed as the world passed him by. He fumbled with his keycard, trying to get it into the slot. When he turned the handle and walked in, he nearly fell over. "Takeru..? What. what are you doing in here? How did you get in?" Yamato stuttered, eyes wide. He didn't want to face anyone that day, least of all Takeru. Reflexively, he looked away from his brother, unable to bring himself to look at his face, much less in the eye. Takeru was overcome with rage. Over the past two days, he had done nothing but grieve. He had decided it was past time to get revenge. He was unable to hold everything in anymore. Eyes glowing with rage, he slapped his brother across the face, leaving a bright-red mark. Wincing, Yamato held his cheek, continuing to look away from his brother, attempting to speak but choking on his words. "I. Takeru." He coughed, wiped a tear from his eye, continued. "I can't ask you to forgive me. I would understand if we completely lost contact with each other. But let me speak." Takeru slapped Yamato again, this time on the other cheek. "I don't have to listen to you! I want revenge, Yamato. Revenge. I want you to feel the same pain that I've had to go through these past days. I want you to feel the same pain, the same suffering, the same tears that I have." "Takeru, are you INSANE? Why. why would you do want to do something like that to me? To your own brother? It was an accident, Takeru, a mistake, can't you understand? I'm not going to let you do anything to Tai. to the one I love. You're still going through everything, TK. I. I have cash. I'll pay for you to go on vacation or something. To a resort. You need to get your mind off everything, alright, TK?" "I don't want to go anywhere, Yamato. And don't give me that TK crap. Don't try and get cute with me. I want you to die, just like I died two days ago. I'll find out who you love. I'll find out. And when I do, you'll regret what you've done. You'll regret it." "Do you think I don't have feelings, too? Do you think I don't care about Hikari? Takeru, I already am regretting it. I've been regretting it ever since I hit her! Since before I knew it was Hikari! You think I don't miss her, too?" Yamato shivered, a tear rolling down his cheek. "Taichi and I are friends, too, you know. I've had to. to comfort him... to be by his side nearly every day since then. Do you have any idea how hard it is on him? He's known Hikari his whole life, and now, wham, she's gone. Taichi." his voice wavered. "Taichi's my. my best friend. Do you have any idea how much it hurts me to see him like this? Do you know how terrible it is to know that I caused all this? I hate myself, Takeru. I hate myself so damn much. And throughout all this, the only good thing that came from it is that I stopped drinking." Takeru stopped and considered this. It was the first time he had truly stopped since he had heard about Hikari, and it felt as if he had been hit with a brick. He hadn't considered that Yamato would have cared. He hadn't thought that he would have so much as thought about what he had done. He hadn't thought, period. Takeru felt like a jerk. "Yamato. Matt. Do you love me?" "Of course I do, TK. You're my brother. That's the main reason I feel so terrible." "Matt. Smack me, as hard as you can. Just. do it. Please." His crystalline eyes begged, looking up at Yamato with such longing. The older brother sighed. "TK, how can you expect me to do something like that? You idiot, I care about you too much." "But. I slapped you. Twice. Do you expect me to live with that?" "Just say you're sorry, TK." "I'm sorry, Matt." The smaller blond boy clung to his older brother, shivering like a dead leaf in the wind. "I'm really, really sorry." Yamato smiled, another tear rolling off his cheek and onto Takeru's forehead. "I should be the one apologizing, kid." He ruffled the boy's flaxen hair, wrapping his arm around his shoulder. "If you can forgive me, I guess it's possible for me to forgive myself." "Of course it is, Yamato." Takeru closed his eyes, feeling as if a great weight had been taken off his shoulders. "Of course it is."
Chapter I Is All Truly Forgiven?
Yamato Ishida walked into the lobby of his apartment building, pressing the "up" button on the elevator. The doors slid open, and soundlessly he entered them. The buttons lit up, and he hit the number of his floor. Lost in thought, he didn't notice the metallic doors opening, and almost wound up going to the next floor. Shrugging, he stopped them from closing, and scuffled off to his room, feet going as slow as possible. He had so much on his mind ever since he had been told what he had done to that girl that he hardly noticed as the world passed him by. He fumbled with his keycard, trying to get it into the slot. When he turned the handle and walked in, he nearly fell over. "Takeru..? What. what are you doing in here? How did you get in?" Yamato stuttered, eyes wide. He didn't want to face anyone that day, least of all Takeru. Reflexively, he looked away from his brother, unable to bring himself to look at his face, much less in the eye. Takeru was overcome with rage. Over the past two days, he had done nothing but grieve. He had decided it was past time to get revenge. He was unable to hold everything in anymore. Eyes glowing with rage, he slapped his brother across the face, leaving a bright-red mark. Wincing, Yamato held his cheek, continuing to look away from his brother, attempting to speak but choking on his words. "I. Takeru." He coughed, wiped a tear from his eye, continued. "I can't ask you to forgive me. I would understand if we completely lost contact with each other. But let me speak." Takeru slapped Yamato again, this time on the other cheek. "I don't have to listen to you! I want revenge, Yamato. Revenge. I want you to feel the same pain that I've had to go through these past days. I want you to feel the same pain, the same suffering, the same tears that I have." "Takeru, are you INSANE? Why. why would you do want to do something like that to me? To your own brother? It was an accident, Takeru, a mistake, can't you understand? I'm not going to let you do anything to Tai. to the one I love. You're still going through everything, TK. I. I have cash. I'll pay for you to go on vacation or something. To a resort. You need to get your mind off everything, alright, TK?" "I don't want to go anywhere, Yamato. And don't give me that TK crap. Don't try and get cute with me. I want you to die, just like I died two days ago. I'll find out who you love. I'll find out. And when I do, you'll regret what you've done. You'll regret it." "Do you think I don't have feelings, too? Do you think I don't care about Hikari? Takeru, I already am regretting it. I've been regretting it ever since I hit her! Since before I knew it was Hikari! You think I don't miss her, too?" Yamato shivered, a tear rolling down his cheek. "Taichi and I are friends, too, you know. I've had to. to comfort him... to be by his side nearly every day since then. Do you have any idea how hard it is on him? He's known Hikari his whole life, and now, wham, she's gone. Taichi." his voice wavered. "Taichi's my. my best friend. Do you have any idea how much it hurts me to see him like this? Do you know how terrible it is to know that I caused all this? I hate myself, Takeru. I hate myself so damn much. And throughout all this, the only good thing that came from it is that I stopped drinking." Takeru stopped and considered this. It was the first time he had truly stopped since he had heard about Hikari, and it felt as if he had been hit with a brick. He hadn't considered that Yamato would have cared. He hadn't thought that he would have so much as thought about what he had done. He hadn't thought, period. Takeru felt like a jerk. "Yamato. Matt. Do you love me?" "Of course I do, TK. You're my brother. That's the main reason I feel so terrible." "Matt. Smack me, as hard as you can. Just. do it. Please." His crystalline eyes begged, looking up at Yamato with such longing. The older brother sighed. "TK, how can you expect me to do something like that? You idiot, I care about you too much." "But. I slapped you. Twice. Do you expect me to live with that?" "Just say you're sorry, TK." "I'm sorry, Matt." The smaller blond boy clung to his older brother, shivering like a dead leaf in the wind. "I'm really, really sorry." Yamato smiled, another tear rolling off his cheek and onto Takeru's forehead. "I should be the one apologizing, kid." He ruffled the boy's flaxen hair, wrapping his arm around his shoulder. "If you can forgive me, I guess it's possible for me to forgive myself." "Of course it is, Yamato." Takeru closed his eyes, feeling as if a great weight had been taken off his shoulders. "Of course it is."