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Unspeakable
Chapter 10: Accusations

Chilling. Cold. I opened my eyes to these feelings and found myself staring at a mattress above me in an empty bed. The awareness of Taichi not laying next to my side was first to hit my subconscious, followed closely by the many sinful deeds that had carried on only a few hours before hand.

What have I done? I asked outloud, closing my eyes in an attempt to hide from the world that now felt so pure compared to the world I was living in.

No one answered the empty question, and I somehow managed to drag myself out of bed to begin readying for school. It seemed like a difficult task, even for not sleeping half of the night. The burden of such a sin planted itself within my mind and was slowly growing of painful guilt.

Once I left the room, I came upon my family sitting around the table. The absence of my brother perceived me first, until my father asked a question.

Are you feeling ill, Yamato? Do you need a day off?

As much as the temptation to crawl into bed and sleep away the guilt was there, I decided against it, for it would loom my mind all day if I did that. At least the distraction of teachers could provide somewhat useful

I'm fine. Where's Taichi?

He went to play an early soccer game with friends. Now are you sure you're okay? My father began scooping what looked like mold onto my plate before running his hand through my hair as I sat down. And here I thought my mother was supposed to stay in bed, for no one else could make such a disgusting looking meal

I'll be fine, really. I'm just not hungry and had a bad sleep, that's all.

My eyes met with Hikari's as her innocent, yet concerned expression etched her face as she slowly ate her mold. It must looked like pancakes. She probably thought I was thinking the food was disgusting.

You really do look ill. You're all pale, she finally said, breaking the short period of eye contact we shared.

I'm fine, really. I'm going to get to school and do some studying. I don't want my marks to fall.

That's my son, my father said, smiling. His face was also concerned, which left me with the impression they were all worrying about both Taichi and I. We were much too obvious with our feelings.

It didn't take long for me to pack a lunch that wouldn't see my stomach and leave the apartment. Time elapsed as I walked down the street slowly and in perfect detail, studying my surroundings with great interest. Before I knew it, the bell rang and I was late for class. Once I managed to get there, I learned that I had missed a vital part of the lesson and was to sit next to my brother for help.

I stared at him. His beautiful eyes raising to meet with my own; a small smile unable to be concealed. He was inviting me to take a seat next to him.

I––I don't feel good.

Mr. Yagami, are you feeling all right? My teacher called down the hallway as I sped towards a place I knew I could relax: the music room.

Music was coming from outside of the door, which surprised me because I knew there was not a class during this block. Opening the door cautiously, I peaked my head around to find Shou practicing with his bass guitar. He immediately recognized my presence and motioned for me to come inside.

Hey Yamato.

I smiled and stole a seat on one of the chairs, tilting my head as he slowed down on the song he was playing.

You all right? he asked, setting his bass down and taking a seat next to my own.

Why wouldn't I be? I asked, disappointed that my voice was wavering.

Kenta saw you down the hallway and was calling you, but he said you were all lost in your own world. You look sick. What's up?

Shou had a way of acting like a psychologist, wanting me to open up to him. Sometimes I would. However, this wasn't any ordinary means I couldn't It would be the end of my band, my friends, my life––everything I cherished.

I'm fine, really.

Something's wrong. Yamato, you know all too well that you can't hide anything from me.

Then you don't really know me, I snapped. Shou's eyes enlarged in surprise, causing a pang of guilt to strike my heart. I'm sorry. That was uncalled for, but please just let me be.

I could help you. Is this to do with Taichi––

Curiosity had wrapped me into what Shou was going to ask, but we were interrupted when the door opened. Taichi walked into the room; his eyes bore into mine as I cast my own downwards.

Mr. Dontaoji sent me to find you, he stated.

Just leave me alone.



Go Taichi! Shou snapped. He stood and walked in front of me, protecting my guilt and pain. It's not that he knew what was going on or how exactly Taichi hurt me, but it was his duty in some sort of way

We're going to talk about this later without this fucker here. Taichi motioned to Shou, and with one last glare, he left the room, most likely going back to class with some excuse for me.

What happened, Yamato?

Just an argument, that's all.

Argument my ass, Shou whispered. He said nothing more as he went back to playing music for me, as if giving me this time to reflect on my thoughts. Only, it made me feel more guilty and sick.

The bell had rung a short time later; the only sound able to bring my mind conscious. My surroundings had been so hazy, and I felt as if I were trapped Trapped by hands of disgustion and shame. I had done a very unnatural act and now, I knew I was going to pay.



Slowly, my eyes drifted forward to meet Shou's. We stared at each other for a moment before he picked up his books.

We should get to class now, Yamato. Will you be okay?

Of course. Again, my voice wavered. I clenched my cheek and turned away, moving through the door and into the cluttered hallway before he could say anything. Many voices called at me, but I ignored them all. It was actually when someone called Shou I glanced up, for it had been a voice that puzzled me. It was so sweet––innocent, even.

A teenage boy stood in the path to my next class, looking past the curve of my shoulder, most likely at Shou. He glanced at me with a pair of magnificent blue eyed, allowing his hair to flow through the air, gleaming blonde in every direction.

I'm Takeru, he began, holding out a hand, I'm Shou's cousin.

A hand fell on my shoulder. A pale hand. And all I could do was stare at the other pale hand that was outstretched towards me, awaiting to be held. But I couldn't touch the hand, even though there was a calling for me to do so. I could only stare at the hand in complete amazement, for the skin tone was so similar to my own, just as Shou's was.

***

So you're okay, right?

Shun, I'm fine. Since when have you been so concerned about my heath anyway? I inquired, looking towards the beautiful brown eyed brunette.

Hey, you're one of my favorite people in the world, he said softly, which caused me to smile and lean into his frame. He wasn't usually outspoken about inner feelings, usually allowed his hormones to take over what he said.

Want to go outside for fresh air? he suggested, taking a hold of my hand. Nodding, I listened to him talk about a new student in two grades below ours, who uncannily had a resemblance to me.

It's Shou's cousin, I'm sure. Hikari is friends with him. She's very fond of him. I think she has a crush on him. If I weren't feeling like utter shit, I would have laughed and suggested the two of us go find her to see this kid for ourselves.

And, if there hadn't been yelling around the corner, I would have also suggested it. At the sound of my brother's voice, I wandered with Shun to peek around who he was arguing with, despite my inkling of already knowing who it was.

Listen, you know shit about Yamato. I'm his brother and we share the same room. He tells me fucking everything, so don't you dare pretend you know how he feels!

You are some brother! Having feelings for him! What did you do to him? Kiss him? Is that why he's like this today? Did you make some sort of act on him? I told you to never touch him or do anything of the sort.

You don't know what you're talking about, Taichi growled, and I'll be damned before I say anything to you about Yamato.

He trusts you! How dare you take advantage of him!

You don't even know what happened, so lets leave it at that.

I'm not letting you go until you tell me what the fuck you did to him! Shou yelled.

I could only watch the two argue everything out, almost forgetting Shun was there until he gasped and pulled my wrist so we moved away from the scene.

H-he has feelings for you? What happened last night?

came the whisper. Trembling, my eyes cast downwards in an attempt to avoid Shun.

If you don't tell me what happened, I'll never speak to you again, he hissed, trying to keep his own voice low as to not attract the attention of the two arguers from around the corner.

Please don't do this to me Please, I beg of you. I pulled Shun towards me, hanging on with dear life as tears fell continuously onto Shun's shirt. He wrapped his arms around me and slowly swayed my body as I the water havens flow. He was still listening to everything happening.

Taichi better have not touched you in anyway, Shun whispered to himself. Sick fucking bastard I can't believe I slept with him.

Stopping myself from crying any further, I pushed Shun away from me and ran around the corner. The first to see me was Shou, who stopped yelling at Taichi. I stood behind my brother, who turned into a lover last night. Taichi, oblivious, continued shouting at Shou about not knowing what he was talking, and all I could do was swallow and lay a hand on his broad shoulder.

Turning, he gasped.

What do you know, Shou? I asked.

Shou never said a word, instead, glared at Taichi. He then glanced at Shun and swallowed.

Tell me, Shou. Tell me now. I stepped forward, past Taichi, and took a hold of Shou's arm, in an attempt of aggressive persuasion.

Shou still said nothing. His red hair remained still, and if it weren't for the twitching of his lips, he could have been mistaken for a colourful statue.

Tell me! I all but screamed.

Fine. I know that your brother fucked you last night. And I think you wanted it more than he did.


End of Chapter 10

Ah yes uh lots of things happen in the next chapter.