So I looked around a lot and couldn't figure out what Ai's last name meant. Soooo Google translate to the rescue, which is like the worst thing I could do lol.

美風 - (something like) beautiful custom

Is that even right? I'm just curious. I know what Ai means...

Anyways no more intervals for a while.

This one I was dying to write though...

SK

Something like Suicide

Interval Fifteen

Apocalyptic

14 years ago

"Papa! Papa!" The childish cry called out. Pale arms stretched up to the doctor in a white coat. The tag that hung from his coat only read Kisaragi. His face speckled with a four o'clock shadow he hadn't had time to shave away. His weary eyes hidden only by the thick frames of his glasses. But the smile on his face, as the child called out to him, was genuine.

"Yes my little Aine?" He patted his Aine on the head. "Papa is very busy right now."

The three year old giggled as his tiny hands clamped on the the white coat. "Ai-chan misses you. Come see Ai-chan."

The doctor frowned that the request of his cyan haired son. "Ask Mama to look after Ai for now, Papa is to busy."

"Papa to busy for Aine too?" The child puffed out his cheeks, forcing the doctor to smile.

He placed his big hand on Aine's head, ruffling his hair. "Of course not."

"Aine will go back to Ai-chan in your place." The three year old smiled before running off. His father sighing as he left.

XoX

12 years ago

Aine's hand squeezed his younger brother's hand lightly. He knew his brother didn't understand. Heck, he hardly understood what happened. One moment his mother was laughing at a joke he had made then the next she was gone. Her cyan hair sprawled out, on the street, like a river that was slowly being dyed in red. Her dull brown eyes wide yet unseeing.

It all happened so fast. But it would be the same even if she passed peacefully in her sleep. Her life ended before his younger brother could really even know what kind of mother she was. Before he could remember her kindness. He would young to remember her face without pictures. And although Aine was only five, he felt sad for that fact.

He also felt sad because of the fact that they were at their mother's funeral and their father was still far to busy to even show up. Poor Ai barely knew his own father. The man wanted nothing to do with him.

Eyes welled up with tears, voice quivering, hand clamped tightly on the older boy's as Ai's asked. "Why is mama asleep? There are people are over." There were a few people, family friends, but not many. "Onii we should wake her up. Where is papa?"

Aine's brow furrowed as he tried not to cry. "Shh Ai-chan." He couldn't believe that his brother even thought of getting the man.

"Mama." Ai called quietly, pulling on Aine's hand. "MAMA!"

"Ai..." The older cyan haired boy called softly. "Please Ai."

Aine could barely understand what was happening. But his five year old mind, with years of playing around at the hospital his father worked at, knew tnat their mother wasn't sleeping.

"Mama." Ai cried. Aine moved his off arm that wasn't holding Ai's hand so he could hug his brother.

"Shh, Ai-chan. Onii is here, everything will be alright."

4Years ago

Ai Kisaragi huddled himself in a small corner of his room. He already had his hands tightly clenched over his ears. He was ready for it. He heard the angry heavy footfalls of his older brother making their way up to his second floor room. The fist that beat against the locked wooden door. He could practically see the look on his brother's face.

"Ai get out here!"

"No."

"Now Ai."

"Nu uh."

"Ai!"

"I don't want to."

"Well I'm not asking!"

"I'm not going there no way!"

Aine sighed. He knew his little brother hated everything. His teacher, his friends, that treated him like crap, and probably even Aine, himself, for making home go. Honestly the older brother couldn't blame him. But things like friends and grade were all nothing in the long run. Just a few more years. He was already way more advanced than other children, which was why he was picked on.

"Ai you have to go to school. It's not an option."

" No I don't. I'll just live with Aine-onii forever."

Again Aine sighed. "No Ai you can't."

"Because you don't love me." Ai huffed from the other side of the door."

"That's not true."

"You wish I would go away too."

"Ai..."

"I hate you Onii!" Ai cried. "Go away!"

There was only so much a teen, well still preteen, should have to put up with. When their mother died he took over that role hoping to fill the void that Ai would have. But their father took on more hours, claiming he needed then to support his two ungrateful brats, at the hospital. Aine never signed up to be a mother and father. He had house chorus, Ai to look after, school, and other things. There was only so much he could take. Especially first thing in the morning.

"Fine hate me then! But at least do it for your own good if not for my happiness." Aine turned and stomped away.

Ai slowly got up from his hiding place, between his desk and bookshelf. His brother had given up? How unlike Aine. The eleven year old dropped his book bag, which he had been cradling the while time, on the floor and rushed to his door.

"Aine?" He called as he unlocked it. He opened it only a crack. His cyan eye darted around like mad trying to find the disapproving face of his brother. Though that angry face was no where to be seen.

"Aine?" He called again as his foot made contact with the first step. His pale hand skimmed the wooden railing. He rushed down the steps after getting no response.

"Onii?" He said quietly as he turned the corner to enter the kitchen. He wanted to say something as he saw his brother crying, but words fell short and he stood in silence.

Aine's reddening eyes looked up at the younger boy. "Baka Baka Baka!"

Ai easily translated that to a simple; I love you. Just with a lot of name calling attached.

1 year ago

Ai wrapped his arms around his older brother's left arm and hugged it tightly as they walked. If not for looking almost identical, most would mistaken them for lovers. Rather than that they were often looked at as lovey twins, which to them was better.

"Sensei is really proud of you." Aine smiled. "Going to college at such a young age. You truly are his prized pupil."

" Sounds really boring." Ai said almost emotionlessly.

"You have so many letters. Which school are you thinking of?"

"Whatever you want me to take. It'll be something close to home right?"

Aine looked down, just barely, into the cyan eyes that looked up from his shoulder. "You can't have me pick what you want with your life."

"But I really don't care."

"I won't always be there to make the the hard choices in your life. You may only be fourteen, but your life is starting. You have to do something about it. Start living."

"Hmph." Ai shrugged, closing his eyes, he turned his head away.

His brother let out a light chuckle.

Ai grinned. "Almost home Onii. Come on I'll race you!"

"We aren't little kids anymore."

The younger one let goof his brother's arm. "That's what losers say." He ran ahead.

"Ai." His brother laughed.

Ai was almost there when his brother caught up to him. His was half way through the crosswalk. He had a big smile on his face as he looked at Aine. But Aine's morphed from that playful grin to something more serious.

"Ai, look out."

A small push.

In a single moment the world came crashing down.

Regret.

Why did he have to act like such a child?

Why?

Why did it have to be Aine?

He remembered clearly what his father said when he found out. And naturally he did, since Aine was brought to the hospital he abandoned his family for.

"Figure it out. This is your mess."

"But father..."

"You can get a job. It's not like you have high school to worry about."

"But.."

"Take responsibility."

Ai sat with head in his hands just outside of Aine's room. "What do I do now? Aine..."

"What's wrong little one?" A women, rather a girl, asked him. Her red summery dress matcher her hair and her eye pierced through his like golden daggered.

"I- well... My... my brother... I... he..." He stammered trying hard to answer.

She looked behind her at the door. Golden hoops swaying from her eyes that matched her eyes. "Kisaragi?"

"Ye-yeah." He nodded solemnly.

She gave him a small smile. "I guess I'll see you later Kisaragi-san." After she turned on her heels and enter another door labeled 'Hijirikawa'.

Ai sighed.

It was a very long night for Ai. He didn't budge until the nurses forced him out. Then he went home, to an empty house, to think of how he could possibly do anything.

3 months ago

December 2

Ai shoved his frostbitten hands into his ragged coat pocket. He hadn't had a shower in a day or so, but this was the first time in a week he had enough time to go to e hospital and visit Aine. He felt horrible to leave his brother alone all the time, but bills needed to be paied. He had learned many things since their father stopped supporting him or mainly Aine since he had turned eighteen, even though he was in a coma. He had learned that normal employers didn't hire fourteen year olds. He had learned money didn't grown on trees.

But none of that mattered. The cold wind that blew against him didn't feel cold to him. Only because he could see Aine, if only for a little while.

He nodded to the nurses as he rushed in. They had come to know him and didn't ask questions. They even, ever so politely, never mentioned his presence when Dr. Kisaragi was around.

Even in his hurry he noticed her. Nanami Haruka. The pretty red haired lady from room 304. She always wore nice clothing and usually had someone with her. But today she stood in front of two older people. Her head bowed politely as she spoke softly.

"Please leave the rest to me." Her lips curled up in satisfaction.

The women in front of her climbed to what Ai could only assume to be her husband and wailed. The old man nodded to Haruka. "Do what you must. His life is now yours."

The older man, dressed in a traditional kimono gently walked his wife away. The man's eyes met the cyan ones that witnessed the scene and turned away, ashamed.

"Nanami-sama." He bowed slightly. Her golden eyes turned to him.

"Kisaragi-chan." She smiled.

"Did something happen?" He asked, knowing it had nothing to do with him and was not his place.

"Yes. I will be transferring Hijirikawa-kun into my personal care. This is, perhaps, the last time we might meet."

"Ah I see." Ai said.

"It was a pleasure." Nanami said, getting ready to open the door to 304.

Ai hesitated. His hand was about the brassy nob of his brother's door when his thoughts vocalized themselves. "Do you think you could transfer my brother? I would pay any price."

The words hung in the air for a moment. He didn't mean to ask, he shouldn't have asked. But for a moment when he looked over at the elegant young lady he swore he saw a devilish smile form. One of ultimate superiority.

"I'm afraid not."

"Oh, i-"

"But I could transfer you out of your job." She interrupted.

"What?"

"I'll pay the fees for your brother's living expenses and you come with me."

Ai raised an eyebrow at her. "What do you need done?"

She snickered. "A family of my very own."

"The catch?"

"Pardon?"

"It sounds to good to be real. What do you get?"

"Come with me, and never see your brother again."

Honest.

Regret.

"The choice is yours."

P.S.

That whole conversation back start living, minus the fourteen part, was a conversation my mom and I had when I was seventeen

Oh man being seventeen...

That was like UtaPri season one guys...

Wow...