Tokyo Revengers; Fate.

Chapter 33

Baji Kohaku P.O.V.

I look at the finished painting of a geisha. Her hair is pitch black, her kinono has bright colors, making her skin look even paler as she crosses a bridge, underneath a willow tree. This might be my best painting yet. I take my smallest brush, and sign my name in kanji in the right bottom corner of the canvas. Just as my body starts to feel heavier, and I start to feel dizzy. Already huh? As I reach of an envelope on my desk, I fall off my chair, taking a picture frame with me. While lying on the floor I reach for it. Pulling it toward me, and cutting myself on the glass in the process. I smile as I see it's a picture of Keisuke, and lay my head on my arm. "I have missed you" I say softly. "I'm so tired" I add, closing my eyes. "It's my best painting yet, I hope you can see it. I'm going to nap now for a bit" I whisper. I don't respond when I hear a soft knock on the door. "Kohaku?" Uncle says. "Kohaku, Yuriko's parents annual celebration of the new business year is coming up, do you own a suit or do we have to go buy one?" Uncle asks as he walks in. I don't have the energy to move a muscle as he walks in. I hear some rustling and then his fingers against my neck. "Yuriko, bring me a bucket, now!" Uncle shouts. "Wake up, Kohaku. You've got to wake up" he says, tapping my cheek. He sounds so scared.. the tapping turns to slapping. "Come on baby, you've got to wake up" he says softly, at the same time I hear auntie ask "what is going on?" It takes everything I have but I managed to get my eyes open for just a second. "That's it, open up" Uncle says. He slaps softly just as long as my eyes open again. "Tired" I manage to mumble. "You can't sleep sweetheart, not now" he says, turning me on my side. Before I know it, he sticks his fingers down my throat. As I start to puke, uncle makes sure it's in the bucket that Auntie brought earlier. At the same time someone holds my hair. "That's it, good boy. Get it all out" Uncle whispers as I throw up again.

Ever since I got back from the hospital, I've been feeling so ashamed that my body feels heavy. The only thing I can do, is curl up in bed. It's the only thing I feel like doing. I don't even respond when I hear a soft knock on my door, I just hide my face into my arms. "How did you get here?" I whisper, when I feel someone laying down beside me, and I smell a familiar scent. "I got here on my bike, and your dad let me in" Mitsuya says softly as wraps his arms around me. "Can you please go?" I mumble. "I'm not going to" Mitsuya says. "Please?" I breathe. Mitsuya pulls my arms away, then forces me to look at him. "I should really kick your ass. Losing Baji was bad enough and you wanted to do that to me again?" He asks. "I-I wasn't thinking about that.." I mumble. "Clearly. How do you think your dad feels? He's already lost a child" Mitsuya says. I felt bad enough as it is, thank you. Mitsuya hugs me, and automatically I lean my head against him. "I'm sorry I didn't realize" he says softly. I squeeze my eyes shut. "You shouldn't be apologizing" I say, and hear my own voice break. Mitsuya holds me even tighter. "Of course I do. You told me before that you felt so bad and still I wasn't here for you" he says. "You were. I just..." I don't even know how to finish that sentence. When Mitsuya realizes that I'm not going to, he softly presses his lips against mine. I wrap my arms around his neck as I kiss back. "I love you damnit" Mitsuya whispers before kissing me again. In this moment I don't think about Ran and my relationship with him. I can only think about Mitsuya, his lips, his tongue and his arms around me. When our lips part once again, I hide my face into his neck, secretly taking in his scent. "I'm sorry" I whisper. "Just don't scare me like that again" Mitsuya says, softly pushing me back, forcing me to look at him. He places both hands on my cheeks. "I can't lose you too" he says, kissing me softly. "But.." I say softly. "Shh" Mitsuya says, smirking slightly. "There's no need to talk about that right now" he says, stroking my hair behind my ear. I smile slightly, and he presses his lips against my forehead as he hugs me.

A while ago I made a painting for uncle. It's of a picture I found of him with Keisuke, when he was a baby. The love in uncles eyes and his smile was so endearing that I wanted to paint it. I hadn't given it to him yet, and it gives me an excuse to talk to him right now. I softly knock on the door of his office. "Yeah?" He asks. I open the door slightly. Uncle is at his desk, probably updating some files behind his computer. "Are you busy?" I ask. Uncle takes off his glasses and and leans back in his desk chair. "I can make some time for you, come on in" Uncle says. I walk in and close the door behind me. "I made this a while ago, but I can't seem to find the right moment to give it to you" I say, awkwardly tugging my hair behind my ear. I hesitate for a bit, but then place the canvas against the bookcase against the wall, near his desk. Uncle looks at it for a while, and I might even see some tears in his eyes. "Thank you, Kohaku. It's very beautiful" Uncle says after clearing his throat. I only feel even more awkward as it's silent. "I uhm" I say awkwardly. "I'm sorry" uncle finally looks at me. "What for?" He asks, his eyebrows raised slightly. "F-for what I did" I answer. His face changes a bit. "You don't have to apologize, sweetheart" he says. "I know very well what the mind can do to us" he adds. "I know. But I made you feel bad and that was never my intention" I say, twisting my hair between my fingers. Uncle stands up and walks over. "I know it wasn't" he says, and places a hand on my shoulder. "I only felt bad because I was afraid I was going to lose you. For a minute I thought that I did" Uncle says. He smiles gently and strokes my cheek. "But you're right here. So don't apologize. Just let me help you, when you need help. If you need to talk I'm right here. If you need a hug, I will hold you and even if you just want to sit in silence, I will sit with you." Uncle says, pressing a kiss against my forehead. "Can you promise me that you will?" He asks and I nod slightly.