Sorry for my disappearance, I have many things I'm doing lately. Anyway, I said before that I would make fluff chapters sometimes, well...this is half fluff half depressing to be honest. My mood as of late, pretty much. Anyway, here you go.
The room was dark, very dark, so dark the largeness of it was unknown to those who didn't live in it. Though Honey did live in it, and so he knew the exact expanse of the room.
He sat on a sofa, which his eyes were too light deprived to see. The room was cold, too cold for Honey.
A blanket surrounded him, wrapped around him like a cocoon, leaving only his face uncovered. He blinked hard and opened his eyes wide. A small warm sigh escaped his lips as he closed his eyes.
Honey was sad. No, no, not quite sad. Hollow, he felt quite hollow.
He wasn't sure why. He was perfectly fine, and everyone close to him was fine as well. There was no reason to feel this way, yet here he was.
So he found comfort in this room. This empty chasm of a room somehow consoled him. It counteracted his loneliness by matching it.
But Honey wasn't too sure that was what he needed.
He sank deeper into the hills of white blanket rolling over him and shut his eyes.
They opened when a small voice entered his ears.
"Mitsukuni?"
Honey turned his head and sat up a bit so he could peek from beyond his covers.
Through the enveloping blackness, Honey could see his brother standing a few feet away. Yasuchika was in his silk pajamas, but his glasses were off. Yasuchika took a step closer. His face wore an expression Honey wasn't sure he could read. Was it surprise? Worry, maybe?
"Why are you up so late, Mitsukuni?" The boy asked. Honey shifted to face forward, his eyelids drooping slightly.
"I could ask you the same thing, Chika." Honey said softly, yet his hollow voice echoed through the lonely room. Yasuchika swallowed and took another uncertain step.
"Don't call me that. I hate that cutsie name you call me." The younger brother stated a bit louder, though his voice was still only a whisper.
"Okay." Honey breathed before sinking back into his ocean of feathers and down.
"Um…are you…why are you being like this?" Yasuchika asked. His voice sounded muffled through the blanket.
"Like what?" Honey asked.
"Like…I don't know, you're just being weird. You're not yourself."
"I thought you hated my usual self. You should be happy." Honey droned.
"Yeah, but…" Yasuchika trailed off. "Did something happen in school today?"
"No."
"Did you get into a fight with one of your friends?"
"No. Nothing happened, Yasuchika." Honey said from his blanket.
"Don't...don't call me that." Yasuchika said, his voice ripping through the room, a chorus of his voice reverberating back to his ears.
"So what should I call you. I can't call you Chika. I can't call you by your name..."
"Nevermind, just…" Yasuckika sighed and sat on the couch beside his bundled brother.
They stayed quiet for a few minutes.
Suddenly, Honey felt a pressure against his blanket squeezing in on him. It took a moment to realize what was happening. He was being hugged. Yasuchika's arms were clasped around his bundled brother.
Yasuchika let go and stood up as honey sat there in shock. His brother had hugged him.
His little brother, who hated everything about Honey, had hugged him. In that instant Honey was no longer empty. He felt a surge of warmth that wasn't from the blanket. It rushed up to his face and Honey smiled. He couldn't help but smile, he felt so happy.
Honey heard Yasuchika pause before leaving the room.
"Goodnight, Honey." He said before walking off.
Honey.
Honey emerged from his blanket grinning brightly enough to evaporate the lonely darkness surrounding him.
Honey was feeling pretty depressed, just having one of them days, but his baby bro helped him out! Also, if you didn't know this, Yasuchika never calls Honey, well, honey. He always addresses him formally. So I changed that ;D Thank you for reading, my doves.