Tokyo Revengers; Fate.

Chapter 10

Baji Kohaku P.O.V.

I look at the blank canvas in front of me. I twist my pencil between my fingers before putting it between my teeth. I tie my hair up in a messy bun and open my tin pen case and grab a piece of charcoal. I look at the canvas again but nothing happens. I hear the classroom door open and close, but I don't respond. I know who's entering. I can hear him breathing, waiting for me to say something. I take my pencil from between my teeth again. "There hasn't been a moment in my life, that I haven't been able to draw. Ever since I was able to hold a pencil I was always drawing." I say. Mitsuya doesn't respond. "Ever since he died.." I say and I hear my voice break so I clear my throat. "I haven't been able to..." I say softly. "I just can't anymore. Nothing comes out" I say, tapping the pencil against my knee, not realizing that I'm also tapping the charcoal against my knee. "You'll.." Mitsuya stops talking as his voice breaks and he clears his throat. "You'll get it back" he says softly as he walks over. "I don't think I will" I say, still looking at the canvas. "Of course you will" Mitsuya says as he pulls up a chair and sits down next to me. "You don't understand" I say. "Kei..Keisuke.. he was my soul. He was part of my soul" I say softly. "Of course we fought, and bantered. We were brothers. But in the end he was my soul. He was my inspiration and now he's gone" I say. I turn toward Mitsuya, finally look at him without a disgusted look on my face. I missed him. "Why did you stop me?" I ask. Mitsuya seems sad. "You couldn't go to jail" he says. "You had to be able to bury him...your mother couldn't lose two sons in one day" Mitsuya says. "What do you care for my mother?" I ask. "I care for you, Kohaku. Would you be able to forgive yourself if you couldn't even bury him properly?" Mitsuya asks. I don't respond. I look at the canvas again. "Probably not" I say softly. Mitsuya doesn't respond. "I'm sorry I threw the earring in your face" I say. "It's alright. I get it" Mitsuya says softly. "Forgive me" I whisper.

At first sight Keisuke and I looked exactly alike, but when you took a closer look you saw minor differences besides the earring I wear and he didn't. Or that I rather wear my hair in a messy bun and he rather wore it down or other fashion choices. A small birthmark here or a spot there.  Mom bought me an easement for at home, hoping I could draw again but so far nothing has come out. "Kohaku?" She says as I finally started to make lines on the paper. "Some of Keisuke's friends are here to see you" she says softly. "You can show them in" I answer, not looking up from the paper. "Kochin!" Mikey says cheerily as he walks in with Draken and Mitsuya. "What do you want?" I ask without looking up. "As promised I brought you this" Mitsuya says. I close my eyes as he put the earring back in my ear before dropping down on my bed besides Draken and Mikey. "How can we convince you to join us?" Mikey asks. "You can't" I say. "You don't have to take his place. We won't ask you to be a division captain. Join us" Draken asks. "Why? Because I resemble him so much? To take away your own guilt?" I ask, looking at the trio. "We won't deny that you resemble him, you know that yourself. But you're not him. You can never be him" Mikey says. "But it comforts me if you're there. I miss him. We used to fight but I miss that bastard." Mikey says and I lower my head. I frown as I think then raise my head and continue my drawing. "I have a couple of conditions" I say. "Which are?" Draken asks. "I don't want to be a division captain, but I want to be involved" I say. "In meetings or decision making?" Mikey asks. "Both" I say putting my pencil behind my ear and grabbing a piece of charcoal. "We can do that" Draken says. "I want to be in second division. First is going to be too painful" I say. "Done" Mitsuya says cheerily. "And one of you needs to take me to Kazutora" I say. All three of them stay silent as I continue to draw. "Are you sure you should do that?" Draken asks. "I need to look the bastard in the eye" I say frowning angrily. "And he needs to see what he has done"

"I'm thinking of cutting my hair" I say, as I take an escaped strand of hair in between my fingers while I walk with Mitsuya from the subway to the juvenile facility that Kazutora is being held. "Don't" Mitsuya says. "Why?" I ask. "I like it long" he says as he pulls out the hair tie. "Why did you do that?" I ask as I run my hand through my hair. "It's best when he sees you this way. You want him hurting, no?" Mitsuya asks as I take the hair tie from him. "You've never even seen me with short hair" I say. "I saw Baji with short hair, trust me, this suits you better" Mitsuya says winking. I sigh deeply as I look up at the building. "You can still change your mind.." Mitsuya says softly. "No" I say, and walk in.  It takes a while, and a couple of forms but then we're being led into a room, where Kazutora is waiting on the other side of the window. He grows pale as soon as he sees me. "Kazutora" Mitsuya says as soon as we both sit down. "I didn't expect you.." Kazutora says as he looks at me, and tears start welling in his eyes, but it only pisses me off. "I needed to see you, in the place where you'll be. Ten years is what I heard" I say. "That's right..." Kazutora says. "It's not enough" I say, surprising both Kazutora and Mitsuya. "He was your friend. Your best friend and yet you stabbed him. You killed him" I say. Kazutora looks down at his lap. "Look at me" I snap. Kazutora looks at me again. "I lost my twin brother. A piece of my soul, because of you. Not only that, I haven't been able to make my art since then so you also took my future" I say. "I blame you. Others might forgive you but I'll never forgive you. I will always hold you responsible for his death, for my pain" I say. "I'm going to make sure that I'll stay alive, just to remind you of that" I say, as I stare straight at him. "Ten years is not enough. It's nearly not enough." I add. "But I'll be waiting Hanemiya Kazutora" I say softly, which is nearly a growl. "I'll be waiting to give you the punishment you deserve" I say standing up. I glare at him angrily one last time before storming out of the room.