HELLO READERS WELCOME TO CHAPTER 8. PLEASE COMMENT AND ENJOY.

It was the day of the funeral and Misaki was no where near ready to go, he was beginning to wind Takahiro up by taking his time with everything. They were going to be late if he didn't hurry but that's exactly what he wanted, infact he hoped he'd miss the whole thing.

Takahiro on the other hand was becoming so restless that his head could have exploded at any given moment. Misaki didn't want to but he ended pulling his weight. He began to invision his brother's temper if they where late. Misaki dressed in the suit that Takahiro had adjusted though it was still too large in places. Before leaving he made one last trip to the bathroom, he felt like throwing up every time he thought about the funeral. He couldn't find a way out of this and it was going to be a nightmare, a disaster, a complete horror show. The only good thing was that he could see Akihiko after. He recived a text from the man early in the morning: 'Sorry about today, Taka really isn't going to change his mind, just come to mine when it's all over.'

Misaki took what little strength he had left and got in the car. It was an hours drive to the house where his uncle lived. The drive way was a large area covered in plantation leading down a long road that reached the house where the parking lot was. His Uncle was a rich man but neither of his nephews saw this fortune.

The car pulled up infront of the house, the entrance was flooded with people. Most of them looked to be in grief but they both knew that many of them where only friends with him for his money. Misaki found it funny that even though so many people turned up probably none of them where his true friends.

There were family that he recognised who also knew his Uncle, he wanted to know if anyone else had suffered the same fate as he had. Misaki spotted his Aunt in the corner of the lounge, greeting people and handing out programs. He wanted to talk to her, see if she found peace in his death. He decided to go for it walking towards her discreetly as not to arouse suspicion then finally reached her.

"Hello Auntie." Misaki anounnced quietly.

"Misaki, it's been so long. Look how much you've grown, oh you must be 18 now. Oh my, it really has been ages. It's such a shame that it takes a tragedy like this to see you again." His Aunt said

"A tragedy?" Misaki was shocked to hear those words from his Aunt. "No it isn't."

"Yes your right. He's in a better place."

"Auntie, what are you saying? After all those years living with him, how can you want him in a better place." Misaki felt like he was going to burst.

"I forgave his history. I forgave his adultery and his outbursts. I loved him."

"Auntie he didn't just cheat. You know what he did! How can you just brush it all off like nothing."

"Well I have forgiven him for all of it and my heart feels at ease. Maybe if you forgive and forget you can move on."

"I have no idea what you mean, how can I forgive a man such as him? And I have spent the last 8 years trying to forget what he did. How can you say all this?"

"Misaki those are your bones to bury. I loved my husband, he was a great man."

Misaki couldn't listen to this anymore. Why would she say all that? How could she love him after what he did to both of them? He went to walk out the room, wanting to find a safe haven when his brother blocked his way. "Misaki, where are you going?"

"Nii-chan, please can we go home? I don't feel well." Misaki lied.

"No! I'm fed up with all these excuses."

After an hour at the house, the party was moved to the church. There were rows of head stones leading to the main doors and the church itself was wonderful. Misaki didn't take the time to admire it's beauty, instead he sat down in the back row with his brother and looked at the program. He wasn't really reading it but he didn't want to look up.

"We are gathered here today to commemorate Fumihiro Takahashi. Known to many as a great man and loving husband. He unfortunately never farthered any children, though he spent a great amout of time with his nefew's after their parent's death."

Misaki zoned out, not wanting to listen to the drivel coming from the Preists mouth. He decided to think about his new lover. He thought about his ash blond hair, his kind purple eyes, his big cold hands that felt so warm to him. He liked to think about spending the rest of his life with him.

He snapped out of it when everyone was told to stand and sing hyms. He just stood with his head down like a child who didn't know the words. He wanted this to be over.

After another 45 minutes they finally finished. Everyone started filing out from front to back. When Misaki finally stood, he looked over to the open cascet. His eyes where fixated on it. When everyone had left and only his brother, himself and his uncle remained, Misaki walked towards the corpse.

Everything around him vanished and all he saw was his Uncle. The man who hurt him, the man who covored everything up, the man who had left Misaki terrified even to this day. He hated his Uncle.

Without thinking, Misaki climbed on top of the open cascet and punched him. Then he punched him again, then again. He was punching so hard his fists started to bleed. Misaki screamed as loud as his lungs would allow. How could he forgive him? How could his Aunt forgive him? Why did no one do anything? Why? Why? Why?

Why did he do it?

Misaki came back to his sences when Takahiro pulled hom off their dead Uncle. "Misaki! What the hell do you think your doing?" Takahiro shouted in complete shock.

"This is your falt." Misaki screamed. "This is all your falt. Why did you leave me there? For 2 years you didn't come. I hate you. I hate Auntie. I hate him. Why did he have to die. So happy and peacefully. Why didn't I do anything." Misaki's tears fell heavly and he's voice soffend. "Why didn't I do anything."

"That's it were leaving, now." Takahiro grabbed Misaki from under his armes and pulled him out of the church. He rushed him from the car getting some very confused looks from the other guests. He throw him into the car and drove off. Quickly.

The ride home, Misaki couldn't stop crying. All he wanted right now was Akihiko. He didn't know why but he understood Misaki better than anyone though he had only known him afew months.

"Misaki, stop crying. Tell me what the hell you where doing. There better be some God dam brillant excuse for defiling a body... MISAKI! Stop crying and bloody answer me. I can't believe you would do that. Do you understand how disrespectful that is? And to Uncle of all people..." Takahiro went on and on.

Misaki stayed quiet and let his big brother lecture him but he wished he didn't have to hear any of it. He wanted to shout the truth to Takahiro but didn't have the courage. It would have killed Misaki if he's brother didn't believe him, he couldn't bare that and once he said it there would be no taking it back.

As they reached home, both men spotted the red sports care in the parking lot. 'Thank God' Misaki thought, he desparately needed to see him but with his brother their there wouldn't be much loving.

As they walked too the door Akihiko greated them. "Your back early."

"What are you doing here Usagi." Takahiro replied quickly. " I don't want to be rude but I need you to leave so I can speak with Misaki."

"Why, what happened?" He directrd at Misaki

He looked down until he found the streanth he needed to look into those sparkling purple eye's. " You know don't you... I don't know how you know, but you know."

Akihiko face changed from intersted to understanding very quickly. "Yes. Once you say it out loud you'll feel better."

"What are you talking about?" Takahiro stepped in. "Misaki, I need to have a word with you. In the kitchen, now."

And just like he didn't exist Misaki carried on talking to Akihiko. "Can you stay," Misaki asked. "Can you stay while I say something."

"Of course."

"Misaki!" Takahiro interupted again. "Stop talking priverly in front of me. Seriously how rude."

"Nii-chan." Misaki took a quivl breath. "Uncle raped me."

"Wha-"

"Thats why I punched him."

"Misaki. What the hell do you think your playing at. You can't just go around accusing people of things like that."

"It's true Nii-chan. I know you don't want to believe it but he was a horrible man."

"He was dads only brother our only other family and your going to tell tall tails about him. Misaki thats discusting. Really you need to watch what you say."

"I'm not telling any tails. It's true he really did hurt me." Misaki eyea began to swell again. He didn't want to cry not now. He wanted his brother to believe the words that where coming out his mouth. "Nii-chan, please. He hurt me."

"Misaki, this has gone too far I can't believe you would make up such a thing to get your self out of trouble. You know there are people who really stuggle with things like this and here you are making it all up."

"Taka-" Akihiko interupted.

"Shup up, Usagi." Takahiro snapped "It's about time I got tge truth from you young man or you are leaving. I wont have a liar under my roof."

"Taka-" Akihiko tried again

"SHUT UP, Usagi."

Misaki's bottom lip tremered like a baby's, he held back dam that was about to burst. "Nii- chan. I am telling you the truth. Please just believe me." He said no louder than a whisper.

"I can't believe you. Get out."

"Taka-"

"FOR FUCK SAKE USAGI SHUT UP." Takahiro shouted.

Akihiko couldn't take this anymore. He walked up to his friend and punched him so hard on the nose that he staggered backwords.

"What the hell Usagi." Akihiko aproached again but this time held him by his collor and bought hid face to his.

"Misaki has told you nothing but the truth. I already know what happened too him, that's why I told you it was a bad idea to go the funeral but as always you didn't listen. He is your brother and you would rather defend a corpse than actually accept that your brother is in pain. You are his big brother, the person he's looked up to for years, and if this is anyone's falt it's yours. YOU are the one that should have spotted the signs and YOU are the one who should have talked to him and YOU are the one that should support him when he tell's you something like this did happen and he needs your help. I noticed something was wrong the first time I met him. His your brother what bloody excuse do you have." Akihiko finally took a breath. "Oh and the next time you tell me to shut up I'll break your God dam nose."

Akihiko let go and Takahiro looked at his baby brother. "Misaki-"

"I'll leave."

"What?

"I'll leave. I hate you." Misaki grabbed Akihiko's hand and pulled him out the flat, leaving Takahiro in shock. He wanted to run after Misaki but he wasn't sure if he should.

Outside the flat Misaki held Akihiko's whole body as tight as he could. He needed this man, he did a great job at defending him. He couldn't help but break down now. He bellowed into his lovers shirt, he tried to contain his tears with no success. Akihiko picked Misaki up bridle style and put him in the car. Once back at the flat Misaki was able to think a little more clearly.

"What did you actually do to get him so angry in the first place." Akihiko asked after they settled into a cosy posistion on the sofa.

"Well, I kind of puched him."

"Takahiro?"

"My Uncle."

"Your dead Uncle."

"Yes. But I was so mad it was like I lost everything to that man. He covored me in scares inside and out, and I never got the chance to hurt him before he died. So I wanted to leave a mark on him for once."

"I'm proud of you." Akihiko said bluntly. Misaki looked up into thise purple eyes. "I'm so proud of you."

HELLO GUYS. I'M SORRY YOU HAS TO WAIT SO LONG FOR THIS CHAPTER. I GOT STUCK ON SO MANY PARTS OF IT AND I HAD SO MANY DIFFIRENT IDEAS I WANTED TO TRY BUT I FINALLY FOUND ONE. I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THAT MY LITTLE TURTLE DOVES

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