Half of Nothing
I'm learning to breathe
I'm learning to crawl
I'm finding that you and you alone
Can break my fall.
-By Yama-Kun
1
Takeru and I used to have incredibly long conversations about important things; who invented Cheerios, how exactly those metallic markers worked, oh and also the evil that was our family. T.K. normally did most of the talking, which may surprise you. If you know me you ought to be aware of how hard it is for me to keep my opinions to myself. Thing is it's different with Takeru, because he always has something interesting to say. Not to mention the fact that most of our views are the same. He is my little brother after all; and the spitting image if I do say so myself. I remember the look he always got on his face when he was really into what he was talking about, the way those blue eyes would get a bright gleam to them almost as though he would cry if I didn't see his point how his eyebrows lowered slightly and his mouth parting so quickly with his words that I could barely understand what he was saying let alone argue against his views. Tonight was no different from any other night when Takeru crept over to my house in the middle of the night, I wasn't sure where he'd gotten a key in the first place but it was no bother. He was my little brother and I did love him...maybe more then I should've.
"You know, if Mom and Dad really did love us they would never have seperated us in the first place. It's not fair is it? They are so stupid Matt. And now Mom doesn't even let me visit you! I hate her I really do."
He informed me, I rolled onto my side to get a clearer view of the thin frame of Takeru. He wasn't laying down, he'd sat up on the edge of the bed with his back facing me. His shoulders were raised tensely pale exposed back almost shining in the moonlight, the blonde mass of hair coating his head was a mess from laying on his pillow for hours. I had the strongest urge to sit up and pull him into an embrace but I couldn't convince my body to move. So instead I lay there with my mouth opened stupidly struggling for words to his comment.
"You- you don't hate her Takeru. I'm sure she thinks she's doing what's best for you."
I tried to explain forcing myself into a sitting position leaning my weight on my palm against the soft matress. T.K.'s shoulders shook in distress and I sighed.
"And besides...your here aren't you? So what does it matter, right?"
I questioned, he froze in mid-shake his breath hilted for a moment before he lay back against his pillow. His back still towards me, he wrapped his arms around his pillow. Absentmindedly I rumpled his hair and then also rolled away from him, I'd almost fallen asleep when Takeru's voice rung out again.
"But it does matter Matt...because you've never done anything to deserve how she acts."
I shrugged refusing to turn to face my younger brother. I wasn't going to confirm the suspicions that the way she treated me did bother me. I was her son just as much as Takeru was and yet she treated me like I was some sort of black sheep. I'd never done anything wrong to Takeru in all his sixteen years...nothing. And I never would. Like I said, I loved Takeru more then I could ever have loved myself. I forced a yawn before bothering to reply.
"Don't worry about it, Squirt. Just go to sleep."
T.K. threw his arm around me hugging me tightly, curling his face against my neck. I closed my eyes for a moment emitting a slight sigh.
"I love you."
Takeru reminded me before removing himself from the embrace and rolling back onto his side to slip quickly into sleep. I opened my eyes forcefully as I turned to look at my younger brother. He honestly wasn't my spitting image...no Takeru was nothing like me. He understood people a lot better then I did, how they felt. I didn't even have to say what was on my mind...he just knew. Takeru always...just knew. Perhaps that was why I couldn't stop myself from brushing my lips over the base of his neck. He didn't stir and a moment later I was asleep as well. My back facing T.K.'s back, as though nothing had changed at all.
I'm learning to breathe
I'm learning to crawl
I'm finding that you and you alone
Can break my fall.
-By Yama-Kun
1
Takeru and I used to have incredibly long conversations about important things; who invented Cheerios, how exactly those metallic markers worked, oh and also the evil that was our family. T.K. normally did most of the talking, which may surprise you. If you know me you ought to be aware of how hard it is for me to keep my opinions to myself. Thing is it's different with Takeru, because he always has something interesting to say. Not to mention the fact that most of our views are the same. He is my little brother after all; and the spitting image if I do say so myself. I remember the look he always got on his face when he was really into what he was talking about, the way those blue eyes would get a bright gleam to them almost as though he would cry if I didn't see his point how his eyebrows lowered slightly and his mouth parting so quickly with his words that I could barely understand what he was saying let alone argue against his views. Tonight was no different from any other night when Takeru crept over to my house in the middle of the night, I wasn't sure where he'd gotten a key in the first place but it was no bother. He was my little brother and I did love him...maybe more then I should've.
"You know, if Mom and Dad really did love us they would never have seperated us in the first place. It's not fair is it? They are so stupid Matt. And now Mom doesn't even let me visit you! I hate her I really do."
He informed me, I rolled onto my side to get a clearer view of the thin frame of Takeru. He wasn't laying down, he'd sat up on the edge of the bed with his back facing me. His shoulders were raised tensely pale exposed back almost shining in the moonlight, the blonde mass of hair coating his head was a mess from laying on his pillow for hours. I had the strongest urge to sit up and pull him into an embrace but I couldn't convince my body to move. So instead I lay there with my mouth opened stupidly struggling for words to his comment.
"You- you don't hate her Takeru. I'm sure she thinks she's doing what's best for you."
I tried to explain forcing myself into a sitting position leaning my weight on my palm against the soft matress. T.K.'s shoulders shook in distress and I sighed.
"And besides...your here aren't you? So what does it matter, right?"
I questioned, he froze in mid-shake his breath hilted for a moment before he lay back against his pillow. His back still towards me, he wrapped his arms around his pillow. Absentmindedly I rumpled his hair and then also rolled away from him, I'd almost fallen asleep when Takeru's voice rung out again.
"But it does matter Matt...because you've never done anything to deserve how she acts."
I shrugged refusing to turn to face my younger brother. I wasn't going to confirm the suspicions that the way she treated me did bother me. I was her son just as much as Takeru was and yet she treated me like I was some sort of black sheep. I'd never done anything wrong to Takeru in all his sixteen years...nothing. And I never would. Like I said, I loved Takeru more then I could ever have loved myself. I forced a yawn before bothering to reply.
"Don't worry about it, Squirt. Just go to sleep."
T.K. threw his arm around me hugging me tightly, curling his face against my neck. I closed my eyes for a moment emitting a slight sigh.
"I love you."
Takeru reminded me before removing himself from the embrace and rolling back onto his side to slip quickly into sleep. I opened my eyes forcefully as I turned to look at my younger brother. He honestly wasn't my spitting image...no Takeru was nothing like me. He understood people a lot better then I did, how they felt. I didn't even have to say what was on my mind...he just knew. Takeru always...just knew. Perhaps that was why I couldn't stop myself from brushing my lips over the base of his neck. He didn't stir and a moment later I was asleep as well. My back facing T.K.'s back, as though nothing had changed at all.