Konnichiwa, Sakuma here. Does anyone even read this fanfic anymore? Oh well, I'm still writing it to the end.
Time lapse: A few months laterAfter a few weeks, it became clear to Yuki what his role was: Ayame's caretaker. Ayame was so broken that he could barely take care of himself. Yuki couldn't keep up with taking care of his brother and school, so he stopped going to school. He didn't know what to do. Ayame wasn't always depressed though. Sometimes he wanted to be a loving older brother, sometimes he wanted Yuki to go away, and sometimes, he had trouble remembering who he was. It was up to Yuki to make sure he didn't hurt himself.
If he ever got the chance to, Yuki would call Kagura. He didn't have any friends from school, so he quickly became good friends with Kagura. She sometimes visited Yuki, and kept him company. Even so, Yuki had never felt so lonely since Kyo died. He sometimes thought of suicide, but never attempted it. Ayame needed him.
And even though Ayame was depressed, he still talked to Yuki.
"Go back to high school. Get a job and leave me to die," he said.
"I can't," Yuki replied.
"Have you ever thought of suicide," Ayame asked.
"No," Yuki lied.
"I do," Ayame said.
"I'd rather you not think about that," Yuki said.
"I must seem pretty pathetic to you. Twenty-seven, and my seventeen-year-old brother has to take care of me," Ayame said.
"Don't say that," Yuki said.
"Its true. I have no self-respect," Ayame said miserably.
Now Yuki was mad. Ayame was never like this. True, he lost his two best friends, but it was impacting Yuki's future.
"Stop it," said Yuki.
"Huh"?
"I said stop it. Stop wallowing in self-pity. Let me go back to high school. I shouldn't be taking care of you. That's not why I moved in," Yuki yelled.
"Here's some advice. Stay away from broken people,' said Ayame.
Yuki was still furious. He stormed off to his room and slammed the door. He fell asleep and woke up a few hours later. He wondered vaguely what Ayame was doing.
Yuki wandered around the house, looking for Ayame. He found Ayame sprawled out on the floor, a deep gash on his left wrist bleeding. Yuki called an ambulance, hoping Ayame wasn't dead. Too many people had died within this year.
Poor Ayame, please review!
