What remains
Sometimes you have to forget what's gone, appreciate what remains, and look forward to what's coming next
~Steve Maraboli
Otoya threw a quick glance over his shoulder as he walked up yue driveway to the giant gray house. Paint chipped and faded. For the home of rich people, it was well worn and unkept. Although, in the two months since he began to live with Kaoru, Otoya hadn't once see the blonde's parents. They never came home, and not once to visit Syo. Otoya could somewhat understand why Kaoru had done everything he had to get his brother back.
And now Ittoki was left with regret. He hadn't known until after everything was said and done that Cecil was his little brother. The night he found out... the night the dark haired teen had died, it played over and over again in his mind. Even as the redhead climbed the steps to the place he was forced to call home, he saw Cecil's pleading eyes.
Otoya bend down on the top step cradling his head. Hands firmly pressed against his ears, he could heard the screaming. And behind his shut eyelids he could see the blood, smell it, even taste it. That night, Kaoru had broken him and gotten what he wanted, someone who couldn't, wouldn't say no.
Shakenly bringing his hands away from his ears, he let his arms go limp and fall to his lap. His red eyes blank. Otoya wanted someone to talk to. Someone to trust. But Syo though himself crazy, Kaoru was insane, and the only person he wanted was out of his reach. He should have been like Ren. Ren, who wanted so badly to be with Masato. Why couldn't he have done that for Tokiya. Oh, how he missed Tokiya. The frowns when he was annoyed. The light laughter that was often hard to hear and very rare.
He wouldn't cry. Not again. Otoya pushed himself up off the cement step and looked at the door. He wasn't going to give Kaoru the glory of seeing him cry again and again. Day after day.
With a heavy sigh, the redhead pulled out his keys and unlocked the door. It creaked angerly as it slowly went in. Normally Kaoru would be standing there waiting for him. Normally he would have been questioned. But the blonde was no where in sight. All that Otoya saw was the dusty empty hallway in front orf him.
He set his bag down on the wooden end table next to the door, when Kaoru got home he would check it like always. Looking around, the redhead wondered where his captor could be. It was very unlike him to not be home when Otoya walked through the door. It was another form of control he used.
Ittoki found himself wandering around after half an hour had passed. He had lived in this dust, rundown, barren house for almost two months and still knew where nothing was. Behind each door last answers that he had never seen. And as he continued walking, Otoya began to wonder it maybe behind one door lay the answer to what really happened to Kaoru.
One of the doors opened up to what was obviously Syo's room. Well Syo's room if it had been hit by a hurricane, several times, everyday. Empty nail polish bottles littered the floor, along with an array of Fedoras and just random paper, some written on some not. The walls, like the rest of the house, were covered in dust. Even the posters on his walls couldn't be made out. The dark blue blanket fell half way onto the floor. And in the pale daylight, that barely came in the closed window, something glistened from the bed.
Curiosity filling him, Otoya let his legs led him further into the room. He made his way over to the bed. It was glass. Broken glass filled the bed, looking like a thousand crystals. And sticking out from under his pillow was the corner of paper. Otoya, with slightly sweaty palms pulled the paper out.
My eternal hell
The redhead just stared at it. Is that what Syo thought of this place? This was a hell for him. Going to turn back to the door, his foot kicked something off the blanket. It clattered against the floor and spun away. Maybe he just didn't want to see it before, but the blanket was covered in syringes. Some had their needles poking through the thin linen. Some just lay a top the fabric. All of the were empty.
Otoya stepped back rushing from the room. It was scary. He knew of Syo's heart condition. But that was strange. Then again he wouldn't put it passed Kaoru to make the rooms in this house even more bazaar than they were.
He rushed into the doorway across the hall, that he guessed was Kaoru's room. After closing the door behind him he got a good look it the limited light. His windows were closed off by dark curtains. The walls were dusty here too, but none of his books were scattered around. They were all placed neatly on his bookshelfs that lined his walls. His desk was in proper order, everything neat, not even dusty. That Otoya found weird. Everything here seemed lost in time and unkept. Moving up to it he noticed movement from the bed. Dark sheets hid whatever there could be. It looked like a body, with made Otoya pale. Pulling the fabric always, he gazed at the face.
How sick could Kaoru be? Was there any reason anymore? Just one glance at the body chained to the bed, almost sent Otoya to tears. The world thought he had died. Could what have happened been the blonde's fault too?
"Nagi chan?"
"Nii-chan." Kaoru called looking in the door to his brothers hospital room. "Are you okay? I saw that Otoya visited you again. Do you like it when he comes to see you?"
Syo stared out the window, ignoring his brother. He hated when Kaoru came to visit him. What happened to his little brother. The one that wanted to be a doctor, the one who couldn't hurt a soul?
"If you don't like his visiting, I could ask him to stop." Kaoru inched in the room. He took his normal place in the chair Otoya had sat in around and hour ago.
Syo shook his head, but still looked out the window. He liked when Otoya visited. It was almost as if he had a piece of Starish to hang on to. They were all that was left. Even if his little brother said it was a dream of his comatose mind.
"Nii-chan, is there anything I can do for you to make you better? I hate seeing you this way." Kaoru held his hand.
For the first time since the day he woke up, he turned his head towards his younger brother and gathered all of his strength into his voice. "Kaoru..."
Wow, so many reviews and followers. Well, I tried really hard for depression in the first chapter, and Syo's room was supposed to reflect on something, but I forgot what. Meh, maybe I've been playing to much silent hill.
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