A/N: I'll try to give this the pen's ink of life because I think it's cute. It's short, that's the only warning I can give and a very useless chapter as well.
Any Color You Like
Chapter Two: Fool on the Hill
…sees the sun going down,
And the eyes in his head,
Sees the world going down
- 'Fool on the Hill', Beatles
There was a square room.
It was a simple office room with nothing much to boast except for a round fishbowl with two living gold fishes and a small bonsai plant on the table.
There were two blonds.
One with his eyes of green leaves and envy shade that tends to rise when he sees his partner play hooky with the girls that come in and out of the store they work.
One with his eyes of the dying embers of the day that slowly fades into the darkness that is the night; these evening colored eyes have seen many things. And some of the things that passed before his eyes were moments that were better off locked up inside his head to gather dust or if possible to disappear or die.
There was a table that separated them and all else, it was the air that hovered in the space There was a pair of evening themed eyes looking amused at the picture of a cheap office that he found himself part of. There was a pair of emerald orbs that looked at the body that sprawled in a lazy position in front of him, on a couch that he would usually see another man fall asleep. His fingers were shaking on his hand, whilst the other hand that didn't belong to him took the picture frame on the small table beside the couch. There four people smiling, three people beaming technically while the last member pouted angrily at some silly joke that was shared between the three with him as the topic.
The older smiled at the picture, he never remembered having moment like these before; both inside and outside the deadly fortress that he calls home. His fingers drifted through the faces that shown with color of the day and the lips that smiled all happy and gay.
The green eyed youth looked at him; something about his gaze told him that he was staring at the pale white skin of a ghost. Though his doubts have forced him to touch the hand before in the counter, trying with his weak hand to crush the strong yet smooth fingers beneath his clutch. He realized then that his fingers did not meet and he still held the hand that his fingers should've permeated through.
The other smiled at him and it was that smile that told him he saw that twist of lips before. Only one person can give him that warmth and love that not even his own mother could offer.
"Are these the people who have been taking care of you for the past year?" said the man, his smile a soft caress to his features.
"Yeah" was the reply from the younger blond boy.
"I heard a lot about these two" he placed the photo to where it belonged, and the boy could tell where his gaze fell on "But so far most of the things I've heard are too general; 'mysterious', 'secretive'. Not very informative, don't you think?"
He asked him his opinion, the boy stared at him, and the same voice escaped his lips. He asked for his opinion, nobody would usually care what he has to say. Only one person would ask that question, no one else.
Did the dead rise from the grave?
"Yeah…"
Or did the dead really take the kiss of parting?
The younger blond looked at the floor from time to time, catching his shoelaces and studying the impatient tapping of his foot.
"I still don't think you're convinced that I'm your brother"
Did he drink poison to pretend he was dead, and then wake up in the middle of the night to escape his grave?
There was a quiet moment and the little one looked at the other side. There was something about the side that attracted people to looking at left or right when such a situation presents itself. The man claiming to be his sibling just leaned forward and tried to capture green eyes with his own violet orbs.
"Do you want to hold my hand?"
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Outside the square room, there was a store and it was a drugstore.
It was like every other drugstore in Japan, like every other drugstore in the world perhaps. There were medicines on shelves to be sold to anyone who would come waltzing in the store. A few cosmetics over at one corner all reserved for various women and girls (and men) who pass by the doors of the green drugstore.
And there were three people, two with their huge muscular figures and the last one a small man, almost weak in his form. The other two were raven haired whilst the smallest of them was a natural blond.
Rikou, Saiga and Kakei were outside. The two knew what was going on, and the young raven haired boy didn't like the idea of being left out. Kakei was acting out the role of the cashier whilst the real holder was locked up in his office doing god knows what with the stranger.
The blond was talking to Saiga about affairs that concern that intricate world of Japanese politics. The hulk man was telling Kakei about how he admired some prime minister that reined during their era and such things that Rikou reads everyday in the newspaper but never gave a hoot about.
"Can anyone please tell me what's going on?" he asked with annoyance very evident in his voice.
Kakei smiled his usual smile with Saiga just shrugging his shoulders, "Frankly, I don't know what's going on so asking me is quite useless, boy"
"Well, why don't you ask that after Kazahaya and his brother talk?"
"Wait…" Rikou raised his hands up, "… brother?"
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He was running on his toes, there was water beneath his feet and yet he can walk like the Savior. Each of his many steps caused small round ripples on the surface of the liquid.
Kazahaya felt cold, it was like the happiness inside his whole body has been sucked out of him. There was that blank feeling in his soul, like life has lost all of its meaning. He could almost see the images of what happened over wasted years again replay in his eyes like old war films, silent yet very haunting to the mind.
He lost his breath, he ran all around the vicinity of the other's brain before he was pulled back to Kakei's office.
Broken glass pieces were lapping in the air some tainted some left to stay clean. However, the young blond boy could see very little of those. Each tread that he leaves behind was a mark of red that he has marked in the other's head. He tried to find the dead boy who left him and sister behind six years ago but all he could see were the fragments of memories that he very well knew. But there were these other pieces that didn't fit the jigsaw puzzle of his recollection.
He stopped and let his head take a spin to look at all the quantity of splintered glass floating in the dreamlike atmosphere. Kazahaya's hand was hungry for touch, he did realized that when he stopped his running there pieces that went up to him.
All he had to do was touch one of them and remember the man as the boy who used to be with him.
There were so many things in his head; Kazahaya wondered how on earth he kept his sanity alive. The other's mind was oblivion of wretchedness, an overwhelming landscape of melancholy. He found himself waking up to see concerned evening eyes looking down at him, an arm to keep him up straight. He was on the floor already.
He must've fainted again, figures.
"Kazahaya, are you okay?" his brother asked, his voice a familiar tone to Kazahaya.
His fingers reached for the prickly edge of the one on the middle.
His heavy eyes were trying to adjust again with the light of day. Bluntly, he wasn't sure if the tears went out of his eyes because the piercing radiance that is streaming from the glass window or was it the picture of death that he saw before his eyes.
There was a blanket of blood covering his brother head to toe; his arms were lying limp against his sides. The door was wide open and the chilly winter's air was passing through the gap the door left. Snow from the outside came in to the house.
He was leaning on the wall; his face was staring at the being that dared to walk through their front door. He was sitting on the floor, his face contorted forever into that look of shock and never ending question of why.
He was trembling with fear and recollection; so that's why he ran away.
Kazahaya was staring at him, he was old to enough to realize that his brother was not breathing.
"What did you see, Kazahaya?" he remember being held this close by his oniichan, they were so close. His face was buried on the other's shoulder, as he remembers that night along with the other too; it was the night that told to him to get out of his home, danger was coming this way. A hand was on the back of his head while the other went to stroke his shaking form.
So that's why he ran away.
There were the footsteps on the floor that told him he tried to run away but he wasn't fast enough. This was the punishment for his lack of speed.
He tried to run away.
Kazahaya fell to his knees, his book bag falling with an unheard thud as he played a staring game with the unseeing eyes. The violet orbs were round in death; it was like the moon smiling at him with dark intent.
"…Ni-chan…" his voice was frosty like the breeze that was gained entrance to his-literally- broken home.
His crawl was slow; his hand reaching out to touch the deadly pale of the one he loved the most. Ice pricked his palm; it made his spine tingle in fear as his worst came to reality. It wasn't supposed to end this way.
"You… on the floor…"
Big fat tear drops ran one by one from each of his eyes as he cupped the carcass' features, taking in for the final time the blue lips, the tainted skin and the eyes that never stopped looking at him.
"Oniichan…"
He almost forgot about Kei.
"Then there was blood… the vase fell…"
Kazahaya was running at the speed of light to the room at the second floor, he ignored the crunch of glass his shoes stepped on.
It was a yellow vase with flowers.
The door was unlocked, as he twisted the knob. And the scene before him repeated only this time Kei was sitting on her chair as if she fell asleep answering Algebra. With the blood gushing out from the wound on her forehead telling Kazahaya that she's not sleeping at all.
He watched in morbid interest as her pretty face slept forever; he was too scared to come near.
"You're supposed to be dead…" was the last thing Kazahaya said.
