Beloved Brothers And Dear Sisters
Disclaimer: I don't own FF.
Thanks to my reviewers:
sweememo, Justin T. Melanson, Alexander- Godslayer, and New born novel.
It's the middle of the night. Why have I suddenly woke? Is it because I had a dream about my dear brother? Is it because I am worried about tomorrow? Because I have no one to wake me. Unless it's Chitose. But she'd be asleep, as always. She wouldn't be up this late.
Oh dear brother, how much I regret not letting you breathe again. And I have to help our friends Yae and Sae escape tomorrow. I always knew you liked Yae, though. I could tell it in your eyes. Your eyes told me so much that you wouldn't say. How I long to have you in my arms again.
I remember when we used to play ball together. Sometimes Chitose would be with us, but I know you liked it better when it was just us two. We could talk. We could do
things. I remember how you fell down that day. It was just me and you, and you twisted your leg. If only I had taken better care of you. You grimaced in pain as you lay on the ground, your eyes calling for me when they eventually opened. I remember
how I ran over to you. I picked you up and held you in my arms. I tried to cheer you up, piggy-backing you all around the house and gardens. Eventually I got tired and set you gently down on your futon.
I remember how you said: "I love you, Itsuki." When I climbed in with you.
Oh, dear brother, but now the futon is so cold and empty. I didn't want to wash it- I wanted to preserve your smell and feel forever.
As I lie awake and cold, Something warm touches my face. Is it you, brother? Have you came back to me, Mutsuki? No. It's just my own tears burning my freezing face.
I remember also, how you moved closer to me when I climbed into the futon with you. I put my arms around you. You returned the gesture. It was the only comfort we had. And the dreaded ritual was approaching fast.
I kissed you on the cheek and then on the lips. It was something we always did when we were alone together. Once again you returned the gesture. It was your turn now. You bit my neck and caressed me. One of my hands clasped the back of your head, running my fingers through the soft black hair. My other hand was on your shoulder, grasping it in pleasure because you made me feel so high. But that doesn't happen anymore. You're not even here. I have no one to make me feel the way you made me
feel. Because I killed you.
Why? Why does it have to be this way? I wish you were here. I'd do anything. Anything. I'll wait forever until you're in my arms again.
I love you, Mutsuki.