𝗞𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗥 𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗘𝗡 // 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘫𝘪𝘳𝘰 "𝘮𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘺" 𝘴. (HIATUS)

⇢5.

Mikey nodded in agreement, "Where are they now? They move away?"

(Your Name) fought hard to keep the tight frown on her lips at bay, and doing so successfully. Clamping her teeth down onto her tongue before taking in a deep breath, she calmed herself.

With her arm slowly sliding off her eyes and laying limp on the soft grass, she opened her eyes. (Eye Color) pools filled with emptiness, her lips parted slowly, delivering a blunt, lifeless response.

"They're both dead."

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A solemn silence draped over them, watching in condolence as the life seemed to drain from (Your Name)'s eyes.

"They were my whole world," she quietly stated as she stared at the clouds above her, her voice turning to a whisper. "I loved them more than anything."

"(Your Name)-chan," Takemichi started. "I'm so sorry."

"You don't need to apologize for anything, Shrimpy," (Your Name) stated, with a light, sad smile. She locked her fingers together, pulling them above her head along the grass in a back popping stretch. "It's not like you killed 'em."

"Killed 'em?" Draken's eyebrows furrowed together in question.

"Mhm," (Your Name) simply began. "They got into some shit with a rival gang several years back. I didn't know much about it, Chujiro-nii and Genichiro-nii were always adamant about keeping me outta their gang business. Chujiro especially."

"He the oldest," Mikey asked out of curiosity, suddenly appearing next to the girl on the grass without her noticing.

She nodded wordlessly before continuing, "Yeah, protective pain in the ass too...but he took care of us to the fullest before beginning to think about himself."

By this point, Takemichi and Draken joined the two on the grass. The tallest blonde leaned back on both his hands, head cocked to the side to look at (Your Name). Takemichi sat criss-cross apple sauce next to Draken.

Mikey sat by (Your Name)'s side, elbow propped onto his knee while his chin rested in the palm of his hand. He seemed to be listening to her more intently than the others, the emotion in his eyes unreadable.

"So..." Takemichi hesitantly started. "What happened to them?"

"Well, one morning while we were all making fun of Chujiro's shitty cooking, a bullet went through our kitchen window. It didn't hit anyone, but it definitely brought my brothers' guard up."

"You're really bad at this, Chujii-nii!" (Your Name) exclaimed loudly while rolling on the floor next to her second eldest brother.

"Yeah, man," Genichiro agreed while he rolled on the floor along with his little sister. "Thought you said you knew what you're doing."

A tick mark appeared on the eldest brother's forehead, "I would LOVE to see you two try!"

"Why," (Your Name) asked, sitting on the lap of Genichiro as their laughter died down. "So we can show you how to do it?"

"HAH! She got you there, man."

Chujiro pointed his wooden spoon dripping with burnt-whatever the hell it was-at his younger siblings with a playful, warning smile. "You lil shits better-"CRASH!

With quick reflexes, Genichiro pulled (Your Name)'s head into his chest, covering her with his arms. Chujiro was quick to drop to the tile floor, taking cover across from his younger siblings.