AN: Sorry for late update, but I've been down lately and haven't really the urge to write. Anyway, thanks a BUNCH to those who reviewed, and this time I PROMISE to respond the registered reviewers. Next update will be the last in Kiyoshi's story. I might post a story on Ayumi's and Gaara's relationship, or one of Toshiro's relationship with his family. Either one of those will be posted next, but more than likely the third part will be posted it.

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Kiyoshi's Story: The Pacifist Part II

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When light broke through his eyes, the first thing Kiyoshi did was curse at the heavens for this ungodly sunlight. Fuck, his head hurt like a bitch. The next thing he did was to turn his back to the very thing that caused his precious brain to burn, but when he did, a firm hand pushed him back to place. For some reason he felt like tearing that piece of flesh off. The thought made him feel sick.

So he ignored that impulse, and slowly opened his eyes so he could adjust to the light. Once his blurry vision was gone, he noticed how white his room was. And that it smelled bad. Like medicine. He blinked. His dark eyes were on his arms, and he took of wires strapped on him, as well as that annoying white gown he was wearing, and groaned. He was at the hospital…Great. What the hell happened anyway? Was the mission completed?

And hell did his head feel like someone was groping it.

Kiyoshi knew someone was in here with him, who else pushed him back down against his damn will? He was annoyed to say the least. Reluctantly, he sat up and leaned against the headboard of his bed. He glared at his older sister, completely ignoring that worried look on her face. He then proceeded to scowl at Toshiro as well, because hell, he was in here as well…disturbing his goddamn sleep. Shiro's white eyes widen. Blushing, he looked toward the very bright window.

"You're finally awake."

"No shit." Kiyoshi disregarded his sister's tone and her happy smile. What the hell was she so glad about anyway?

Seriously, what the fuck happened?!

Hitomi frowned. He winced as she pulled on his ear. "Don't talk to me like that, you idiot." She suddenly smiled and hugged him. "I'm so glad you're okay!"

What the hell was up with her and her mood swings…she must be on her period again. In which case, he must kiss ass lest he get an ass kicking later on.

That being said, he awkwardly hugged her back. "Yeah…what happened?"

Hitomi looked surprised, but Shiro simply stared at him.

"You've been asleep for almost two weeks—wait…you…don't remember?" She looked disappointed.

Kiyoshi nodded. "I remember Seiko, Ken, and I were on a mission…and I remember we found that leader…but…after they went after them, I don't remember anything." He shook his head. "It's all blank." He turned toward his little brother. "They're alright?"

Toshiro tilted his face. He was clearly confused. "What makes you think they're okay?"

Why were they being so weird?

"I mean…the plan was full proof, right? That guy had nothing on Ken's powers, or Seiko's genjutsu." His smirk slipped at their hesitant expressions. "Right?"

Gulping, Shiro nudged his sister. He jerked his head towards his older brother once he caught her strange eyes. Hitomi nudged him back and jerked her head toward her little brother. They continued this process until Kiyoshi knew he would die by the stupidity of it all.

Fine, if they wouldn't answer his questions, he would get them later.

Kiyoshi leaned back on the bed, and closed his eyes. He suddenly felt tired again. "Where's kaachan?"

"U-Umm, she's on a mission." Toshiro answered.

"And…tousan?" Why did he feel like puking?

Hitomi groaned. "He's on the mission with her. They'll be back in a couple of weeks, but those elders are being a couple of douches with them lately."

"And Sakura-sensei?"

There was a pause.

He opened one eye, curious by their hesitation. He noticed how they avoided his face. Hitomi was chewing the inside of her cheek, and Shiro had his eyes stuck on the window again. This was getting annoying.

"What the hell is going on? Where are sensei, and Seiko…and Ken!"

"Sensei is fine," Hitomi answered, but the way her eyes became clouded with sadness did not relief him one bit.

"What about Seiko, and Ken?"

"Ken is fine as well, well…physically at least."

His heart seemed to have stopped. "What do mean by physically."

Toshiro got up from his seat. He frantically waved his hands in order to calm his brother. That irregular heart beat wasn't something good in his state. "He's out of the hospital, an-and…Naomi-san is making him better, so he's okay! He's making good progress."

"What the fuck happened!?"

At this point his heart beat was out of control. It won't be long before a medic comes in to sedate him, but he wasn't thinking of that. He wanted answers. Now.

"What happened to Seiko!?"

Hitomi stopped him from getting up. She pushed him down on the bed, but his strength was too much for her. He was pulling at the wires. He pushed his sister away and got up, all the while ignoring the way his head screamed for him to stop and fucking rest. But something was wrong. He knew something happened, but his mind refused to venture further. Ken was "fine", as long as Naomi could keep him calm and under control, then that was good enough. But what the fuck happened to Seiko?

Why the fuck won't they answer his questions.

"Kiyoshi, you have to get back to bed! Y-You're not well!" Hitomi begged him. She stopped Toshiro from stopping the out of control teen. Sure, he's strong enough to stop him, but her youngest brother was smaller and not par with Kiyoshi's brute force. He could accidently break his arm, and no one wanted that.

"Haji-nii is coming tomorrow! You should rest until then, okay!?" He ignored her as he forced his way to the door. "Kiyoshi, please! You can't handle any of this right now. You're not ready to see her!"

What the hell was that supposed to mean.

"Tch."

Kiyoshi literally pulled the door's hinges off as he tore it opened. It didn't matter. With an ugly grimace, the Uchiha dropped the wood on the cold floor. He glanced back up, freezing as he met the eyes of two angered medical goddesses.

His earlier malice turned into fear.

"Heh," he waved sheepishly at the two women. "Sakura-sensei, Tsunade-sama…how nice seeing you two lovely women."

Sakura grabbed his ear and pulled him towards his bed. "Ow, owowowowow! Sensei, that hurts!"

"You're paying for that door, Uchiha," Tsunade called out before walking away.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Kiyoshi winced as Sakura aggressively pushed him on his bed. Her fingers were practically breaking his hand.

He cringed and whined, but did not complain. Sakura-sensei looked too scary to argue with.

"I don't know, okay? I just…I don't remember anything, and-and…what's wrong with Seiko, sensei?"

"You don't remember." He shook his head.

He had hoped that maybe sensei would give him answers. She was a medic. She had to be blunt and merciless when it comes to these sort of situations…all medics were trained to give bad news and not feel any remorse; otherwise it would be too painful. But she became gentle. Her earlier, angry eyes were now clouded with regret. Her pink lips were pulled down into a sad frown.

"You're not going to tell me." It wasn't a question.

"No, at least...not me."

He was angry again. He pulled his hand away from her. The scowl he sent her was enough to make the shame in her eyes more palpable. "You're the damn head of the hospital, and my former team leader. If not you, than who?"

The Uchiha siblings all stared at the pink head. She did not answer for seconds. Or minutes. Or hours. She continued to sadly stare at his white sheets as if she could somehow suck herself into them to avoid his heated stare.

Shiro and Hitomi both knew what happened. Sakura and Ken had told them. They couldn't tell their brother what happened to his teammates or the mission, and that confused Hitomi. Sakura-sensei had told them that he had shown signs of amnesia before blacking out during that mission. If he should not remember anything, than whatever she told them had to be kept from Kiyoshi until the moment presented itself. Toshiro understood, but didn't like it. Whether they liked it or not, this was whole situation was between them.

They should leave.

The youngest Uchiha grabbed hold of his nee-san's hand and guided her out the room. He simply shook his head when she tried to say something to Kiyoshi. Now wasn't the time.

"Are you going to tell me?" Kiyoshi demanded, completely oblivious to his siblings' departure.

Sakura took a deep with. She then sent him a bitter smile. His anger began to dissipate. "You have amnesia."

Kiyoshi grunted. He nodded though; it made complete since. He touched his aching head. "Is that why my head hurt so much? Did something hit me?"

Her fake smile became smaller. "I'll tell you the mission details later with Naruto…when you're ready to be out of the hospital. And…" She pushed her long bangs behind her ears and took a deep breath. "What happened to Seiko…is not something you should hear from me."

"Why not?"

"Seiko-chan doesn't want you to know."

And just like that, that malice was gone for good.

He was numb now.

She hated him, and…he didn't know what to feel about that. Maybe she didn't hate him, but after hearing all this, he was sure he failed to protect her in some way. Maybe she was disgusted, or thinks less of him now. Either way, he was on auto pilot.

Sensei's voice, that heart monitor, the bird chirping outside his window…he couldn't hear them.

He was sleepy.

Kiyoshi turned his back to his teacher, and with little trouble, went into a deep slumber.

0000

"Where'd you get that?"

Kiyoshi reached for Seiko's arms, but she flinched back. He frowned at her reaction, but continued to scrutinize the bruises on her arm.

"O-Oh this? I was sparring with my dad, and he accidently hit a bit too hard. Heh-heh!"

Kiyoshi laughed with her. "Ha! My aniki did that to me once. I cried. He told me to suck it up, but kaachan went all ape shit on his ass!"

His laugh sounded obnoxious even to his own ears, but that horrified expression of hers had to go away. It went from fearful to sad.

He made things worse.

He was older now, fifteen, and in a dark place. He heard those screaming. Her screams. She kept yelling for his name, but he was stuck on the ground, watching the scene unfold before him. Why couldn't he move? Fucking move! She was bleeding! Her eyes begged for salvation, or death! She was staring at him, pleading, and begging to save her.

He couldn't move!

He looked down at his hands and his stomach twisted at the sight.

What the fuck happened!?

His breathing became heavy and irregular. His eyes were crazed and wide as he stared down onto blood filled hands. He didn't realize he was crying until he felt his tears being wiped away. Slowly, he looked up to meet Ken's red eyes. He looked dead.

"Sorry."

That was when he screamed.

0000

His throat was raw when he woke. He didn't realize he was shouting until he heard his own screech pounding in his ear. He also didn't realize he was thrashing and clawing at his skin until two, large hands stopped his movements.

"Kiyoshi!"

That voice…he recognized that voice. It was calm, deep, and worried.

Once Kiyoshi knew this was real, he tried to grab his bearings. It was hard. He kept seeing blood behind his eyes. The panic was crushing his chest, making it difficult to breathe. Faintly, he heard his heart beat monitor begin to spike.

Yeah, his chest hurt. A lot.

"You need to calm down!"

And he tried just that. Kiyoshi slowly relaxed his muscles and took long, deep breaths. It was hot, and he was sweating. It wasn't good to continue panicking the way he was. So, he forced the bloody images out to keep a calm head and steady his fast paced heart. The only hindrance was his breathing, but it was too difficult to control it since the only thing he could see was blood.

The fear punching at his chest…it made him whimper. He began crying.

"Kiyoshi! Yoshi, open your eyes."

He listened to his brother's voice.

Once the blurry coax went away, the person he saw was none other than Hajime. He blinked again once it became fuzzy. He didn't know it was his tears, but that didn't matter. He felt empty now. No fear or pain. Just…he was there, and that was all.

Hajime gently placed a pale hand on his brother's forehead. Kiyoshi was looking at the frown, but wasn't registering the worry behind it. He also wasn't aware of how his brain was constantly hammering against his skull, like it wanted to be freed. It hurt, but he couldn't feel it at that moment.

Something was wrong with him.

"Fuck, you scared the hell out of me." Kiyoshi simply turned his head. "Kazekage-sama came to meet with Naruto, and I thought to come along with him to check up on you." He knew; Hitomi told him Haji-nii was coming. "Ayumi wanted to come, but…" he paused, and then sighed. "Look, I don't believe you've forgotten everything."

Kiyoshi stiffened. He glanced at his older brother out of the corner of his eye. He looked a lot like kaachan, just the hair and eyes belonged to tousan. And those same lips. When he scowled his resemblance to their father was more visible. Like now. He didn't like it.

"I once read that people get amnesia when their shock is great enough, but can still subconsciously relive or remember things that had happened." Hajime crossed his arms. "I asked Ino to come by to dig through your memories."

Kiyoshi gritted his teeth, but refused to speak.

"You remember bits of it."

He was lying!

"If this continues you'll become…" Hajime stopped talking, frustrated at his usual blunt choice of words. He rubbed the back of his neck and grunted. "Do you even know why you're in here?" No answer. "You're not injured. No sign of physical trauma. You're healthy. So why?" He scowled. "Seiko told me everything."

Now he was pissed. Kiyoshi shouted, angry at his friend's lack of trust in him. He was angry at her and pissed at nii-san! He knew her better than anybody else, why the hell was she acting like he was a piece of shit!? What made nii-san, or sensei more important than him?

When Hajime reached for him, Kiyoshi shouted louder. "Don't touch me!"

What the fuck!? Why did he feel like ripping his hand to shreds? Kiyoshi's stomach twisted painfully till he was almost positive it had been ripped apart. He had tried to keep the bile down, but the urge was uncontrollable. He puked right next to his bed. He coughed, and heaved, and kept crying his fucking eyes out because something in the back of his mind was telling him disgusting.

It was showing him an image of himself with bloodied hands. The worst part about it was the bodies at his feet. His head started pounding harder. He screamed.

He pulled on his hair to keep the pain and memories down, but they both laughed at his plea. He was scratching at his face so hard that he had begun to bleed; his head stung horribly from all that hair he literally tore off, but those things did not matter to him. He didn't want to remember.

"Aniki! Please make it stop!"

The next thing he knew, his world became dark and ominous.

0000

The cave walls were harsh and cold. The rocks cut into his skin, but he continued to guide his way through the dark. Those screeches…he wouldn't stop now. Kiyoshi was getting closer to his brother.

What were they doing to him? He was shouting for him, screaming, "Kiyoshi!"

Fuck!

Activating his sharingan, he began running till he saw a faint light, and then completely stopped at the bodies he was seeing. There was that man, standing tall and might, glaring down at his little brother. Even from where he was standing at, he could detect the grin on his face.

This reminded him of that time when they were kids. When that man attacked Ken and just stood there defenseless and as his brother's life was being choked out him. He couldn't do anything then. He could do something now.

At this point his rage had taken over his body, he wasn't fully aware of his actions. One second he was dumbfounded at his brother's writhing form, the next he had his fist through the bastard's heart. The black haired man turned toward Kiyoshi. The Uchiha noticed little of the way the man's sharingan was formed; no…he didn't care at all. He wanted him dead. With his other hand, Kiyoshi grabbed the man's skull and slowly began crushing the man's head.

He was dead already, but Kiyoshi didn't care.

What would one call this…overkill? Brutality? Sadism?

He tortured his brother. All morality could go burn in hell as far as he knew.

Kiyoshi placed a genjutsu on his writhing brother to knock him out. He shouldn't be suffering any longer.

His head snapped at the direction where he heard Seiko scream, and with a foreign adrenaline rush flowing throughout his body, he set out to kill the bastards that were harming her.

But the image was suddenly cut off.

0000

He woke up with a start. Kiyoshi's burning eyes snapped opened and he gasped as he his fists clenched almost painfully onto his sheets till he faintly heard the sound of ripping. Right now, blood pounded into his ears, making his head throb so damn much that tears involuntarily slipped out of his eyes. He gasped again, this time because he couldn't take the pain anymore, so he squeezed his eyes shut and pleaded for the pain to subside. He was incredibly terrified. His heavy breathing was proof of that. And the worst part of it all was that he finally knew why he was acting the way he was.

But he refused to accept it. A cool hand touched his otherwise hot forehead and he cringed away from it. "Don't touch me," he whimpered. Still, that hand did not move. He recognized it though, since he had felt that same person do that plenty of times whenever he was sick or injured. Oddly enough, it didn't bring him comfort like it usually did.

What was more disgusting? Being afraid of his loved ones, or wanting to harm them for being scared?

"Was this supposed to happen, Ino-pig?" Kiyoshi heard his sensei mutter darkly to her best friend.

There was bitter scoff. "Shut up, like you could any better. This brat wanted to keep his memories very hidden. He's surprisingly good. He's done this before."

"What makes you think that?" The young Uchiha heard Hajime question.

Stop talking about me like I'm not here!

But he couldn't say anything. This….this grotesque hammering going on in his brain dumb down any kind of intelligent comeback he could give to the grownups. It was seriously pissing him off! Get rid of this fucking pain!

"Well, for starters, my chakra is practically none-existent. Usually whenever I go through memories, whether they have amnesia or not, it's actually really easy to break through a certain barrier they keep up that makes them forget. Kiyoshi-kun took me three times longer to infiltrate than it should have. That's not normal."

"Then comes the actual memories," Ino continued. "They were very dark and vague, so I couldn't make up a lot. Even if he didn't remember what happen, it should have been pretty clear to see, but then again, people diagnosed with amnesia really don't remember anything. Kiyoshi-kun, on the other hand, was fully aware of the memory as well as my presence, and tried his hardest to keep them at bay."

Sakura removed her cool hand off his head, but he felt her rummage through something near her. "Why would he do such a thing?" she asked almost irritably.

"He doesn't want to remember," Ino answered. "I had to stop before I could go any farther, otherwise he would have reacted violently. He obviously doesn't want me to invade his mind. Plus, he seemed a bit too good at keeping unwanted memories locked away. I'm almost positive he had hidden certain memories or feelings buried deep within his head."

There was a pause. "No offense, Hajime-kun, but this is very serious. Your otouto is not mentally healthy at all. Unlike Ken-kun, Kiyoshi-kun does a much better job at hiding his instability."

What the hell was she talking about? He was perfectly fine! The only fucking problem he has was this fucking headache that wouldn't piss off! He opened his mouth to say something, but the only thing audible was the small groan leaving his lips. Fuck. Fuck his life. Why the hell was it so damn painful!

He coughed which only made him writhe from the horrible way his brain pounded.

Sensei's cool hand gently lifting the back of his neck, he tried protesting but something cool and nice dripped into his mouth. He recognized the liquid to be water. He hadn't noticed how thirsty he was until it came into his mouth, so he hungrily drank.

"Please be patient, Kiyoshi. You can't drink so much water, but here," when she took the plastic cup from his lips, he almost cursed at her, but she gently shoved two pills in his mouth. She placed the cup back to his lips. "They won't heal you immediately, okay?"

All he bothered to hear was "heal". Whatever it took, as long as this shit stopped bothering him.

"What about the migraines?" Kiyoshi heard Hajime question.

Ino sighed. "Tch, it's not common, but with most amnesia patients, they intend to get painful migraines because of the shock they feel when long term amnesic remembers something. This usually happens with victims that went through psychological trauma, though."

"I take it that fear and stress are the main factors?" Ino grunted.

It was silent after that.

Kiyoshi didn't know how long it took for his headache to subside, but once he was able to open his eyes with little trouble, he suspected it took hours. The room was illuminated with fluorescent lights, but outside the window to his right he was staring at the dark sky. There was nothing to see, not even that bright sky showing the human's way during nightfall. It was a new moon again.

How incredibly sad.

Slowly, Kiyoshi turned his head away from the window and towards where the door was at. He flinched once he caught sight of Hajime and Ino talking quietly by said door. Looking at them…his heart felt like it was on fire. The usual happy-go-lucky smile plastered on his face was now replaced by a heavy, hateful scowl. His discontent obsidian eyes glowered with malice palpable enough to feel. And they must have felt it for both adults stared at the young boy. The blonde woman, one with a face so damn similar to Naomi, held herself with an air of confidence. It was really pissing him off.

His brother was worse. Hajime, though temperamental, had always been calm and collected. He was stoic and stern when needed to be. He never felt sorry for anyone or never had the audacity to look down at anyone as if they were weak. He just wasn't one to underestimate anyone. Right now though…he was acting as if Kiyoshi was indeed disabled.

He was fine. Nothing was wrong with him. The unstable one was Ken and everybody knew this for a fact, so they both need to stop fucking with his goddamn emotions! He...

No.

Just no!

He wouldn't think about—refused to even play with these fucking memories!

"Yoshi! Yoshi! Calm down." He hadn't even noticed his older brother running up to him, but he did see was that hand of his coming towards him.

Kiyoshi slapped the hand away before it touched him. "Get away from me."

The younger Uchiha pulled the wires off his wrist and chest so he wouldn't have to listen to that constant beep noise. It was bad enough that he could already feel and hear his heart fucking with his chest and ears. The fifteen year old sat up and leaned against the head board, still breathing rapidly.

"Turn it off," Kiyoshi grunted as he jerked his head to the monitor beside his bed.

Hajime didn't hesitate to listen.

Now that it was quiet, the air between all three was incredibly tense. Kiyoshi had his dark eyes solely placed on Ino. He hated her so fucking much at the moment. There were no words to describe the disgust he felt for himself because of her.

As he spoke, the words forced out of his mouth were low but angry, "What did you do?"

It took a while for her to answer, but when she did it made him to laugh, "The best thing for you."

"Kiyoshi, listen." Said boy jerked away from his brother when he saw him reach for him. Hajime frowned, but slowly placed his hand on the bed instead. "You're in here for psychological evaluation."

"I'm fine."

"No, you're not," Hajime snapped. "All you've been doing since you came back was sleep and have nightmares. You've lost weight, and if anything you've become so hostile."

He didn't remember much besides those two incidents when he awoke, but the way his brother talked implied that Kiyoshi has been awake more than twice. If he had, then it wasn't for long.

"Once you become physically healthy again—as in eating your food—Ibiki-san will come for you."

"But I'm fine."

Hajime was at the point of losing his temper, but Ino interrupted before he did, "You killed five men."

His whole body held stilled. No breath. No blinking. Just constant staring at the monstrous things he called his hands. He did. He knew. Fuck, he kept trying to deny that fact since he had woken up that first time, but he just didn't want to accept the fact that he had murdered—brutally murdered people. Never mind the fact that those five people all deserve something worse than death, but that didn't change anything.

His hands had tortured. Didn't he promise himself he wouldn't be like tousan, or Ken? He wasn't a damn sadist?! He feared confrontation like cats that feared water. He avoided them at all cost! Now that his crimes were out in the open, he could very damn well remember what he did to those other men! But he refused to remember what he did, but only that he did played with them until they died.

Why? Why the fuck did she tell him this? It was obvious to everyone that knew him that his fear of violence was just out of scale. It was pathetic someone so strong wouldn't use his powers to protect the ones he loved. But he did just that didn't he? The leader tortured his own littler brother. He had to no fucking choice! And Seiko—

Kiyoshi slapped back to reality. With a deep exhale, the Uchiha boy curled into himself. His forehead on his knees, his eyes squeezed tightly shut, and his fucking hands on either side of his head…he was panicking. He had tried taking deep breaths but he was sounding as if he was having some kind of asthma attack. Maybe he was.

Everything was just so fucked! He didn't want to remember what happened to Seiko because it was his fault! No! Nonononono! Screw Ino. Screw Hajime! They couldn't do this to him, it was torture!

"Kiyoshi, calm down." He barely heard his brother's anxious tone, or his hand rubbing his back.

Kiyoshi just wanted to get the fuck out! No more of this. Whatever he was trying to keep hidden, will remain hidden until he accepted what he had done to Seiko! She hated him, it made sense. He understood now. In the end, whether it was his fault, or Seiko's, or even Ken's, there will be one person who's responsible for all his bullshit.

But until that time came to confront his father, he wanted to sleep.

0000

The next time he woke up he was staring at a face so similar to his, yet so disturbingly different. His brother didn't smile or anything, but the relief was easy enough to see. Kiyoshi simply turned his head so he wouldn't have to stare at the scars.

He then noticed Naomi's gentle presence just behind Ken. They caught eyes. She smiled gently. It angered him for some reason. Her. Him. Them. They pissed him off.

"What are you doing here?" Kiyoshi muttered. He closed his eyes, not because he was still sleepy, but because he didn't want to look at them.

"Why do you think?" Ken muttered back. The older twin didn't answer. "Hajime went back to Suna just a few hours ago," he added.

Kiyoshi felt disappointed. He rarely got to see his older brother anymore. Ever since he moved to Suna with his fiancé, Ayumi, Hajime has scarcely been in his life. It was understandable, though. For the Uchiha children, the legal age for them to move to another country or village was age twenty-one. The elders wanted to drag it out as much as they can to find a way to manipulate them, but they're not stupid.

Everyone was getting out of this village once they're of age.

"Niisan said he'll come back in two weeks though," Ken continued. "He wants to check up on you."

"Oh." He was pissed again. Why did it sound like he was the one completely fucked and not the guys standing right in front of him? Obviously it was forgotten that he had been the one who kept Ken in check all those damn years. Whenever his younger brother wanted to fight or kill, he was right there pacifying him!

"Shiro's here, too. He wanted to come and see you." When it was obvious Kiyoshi wasn't going to answer, Ken kept talking. "Hitomi is off on a mission, and she won't come back for a while. Kaasan and tousan are coming to see you."

"I don't want to see him." The clip, bitter tone surprised even him, but he wouldn't budge.

He could feel Ken's irritation radiating off of him, but he refused to open his eyes or respond to the tension surrounding the room.

"Why not?"

He stayed quiet until he heard Naomi whispered something to his brother. They left the room shortly after that. No one else visited him for the rest of the day.