Who gave Karamatsu a gun?

You really should stop commiting crimes-

Two days

It had been two days since Ichimatsu kept quiet about his secret.

Karamatsu had kept his eyes on his brother for awhile now, staring intently at Ichimatsu whenever they're within range of each other, sometimes even going as far as eavesdropping his conversations with any of the others. He wouldn't let Ichimatsu off the hook so easily, if he were to say anything regarding 'his' work...

Then Karamatsu would just need to make him be permanently quiet.

Though fortunately, Ichimatsu kept true to his word and hadn't told anyone about what he witnessed, which was surprisingly 'kind' in a way. The fourth born never really took any of his requests to heart and would rather ignore it, but this time he did as he was told, and Karamatsu couldn't have been happier, if it weren't for the fact he had to threaten him to do so.

Regardless, no one else can know about his job, in fact no one should have known in the first place.

Ichimatsu is lucky that he's his brother...

Otherwise, there would have been two bodies found in that alleyway.

Speaking of bodies, he looks down at the mass amount of them that laid unconscious, maybe some are dead but he hadn't exactly kept count of who he shot and who he hit.

Though looking at the puddles of blood, he could calculate at least half of them are dead, maybe he did went overboard.

Not that it matters now, the only thing that did is that he cleans this mess up before anyone stumbles upon it, which would take more time than he was really given. Since he does have a meeting in an hour or less, so he should really start to getting rid of any evidence right now.

He starts with the body that laid right beneath him, and just from a glance he could determine that the man was dead, as the holes on his chest and head explained it enough. In a quick manner he manages to put a third of the bodies into the bag he'd brought with him, though of course with severing them and making sure they're unidentifiable, such as having to cut off their finger and crushing them, carving their faces with a knife to and even peeling off a part of their skin, maybe something more gruelling.

Looking at the sixth? maybe seventh? corpse he's fractured a set of fingers of, he finally takes a moment to really marvel at the gorey display he's created.

The man had his arms twisted, face disfigured that it no longer looks like one and only melted flesh and bones, his eyes weren't even in their place anymore since he'd poured acid on them and gouged them out just for measure. Karamatsu had his gaze travel further down, and be could see that the man had his clothes torn apart, some singed and burnt which might have been from the acid, lastly his legs were exposed, making the cuts and torn off flesh visible.

"Quite the mess I've made" Karamatsu hums flatly, he glanced at his bloodied gloves

'And such a waste, those were my favorite pair'

Hefting a sigh, he goes back to clean the remaining bodies as well as making sure there were no traces of him left behind.

As he continued, he couldn't help but let his thoughts wander.

'Should I get a new pair? Though I could clean these, they have been starting to get torn'

he unconsciously picks on the torn fabric on his hands

'But what color? Blue? No, I have too many of them already'

the image of a dozen pair of gloves in different shades of blue comes to his mind

'Though should I really? With that many of them still resting in the drawer? Wouldn't that be a waste as well?'

THUNK

He looks down and realizes that he had accidentally dropped the corpse flat on it's head, letting it crack it's skull and making (more) blood splatter all over him.

"Fuck"

He should really stop thinking of nonsense during work.

Once he finished cleaning and disposing of the bodies, he goes on to run as fast as he fucking could to the meeting, which went by surprisingly quick than most meetings.

The moment his boss calls it off, he rushes back home tiredly, with the knowledge that all his brothers had gone to sleep.

"I'm home"

No answer

As it should be

Karamatsu could feel himself sigh in relief, now he just needs to clean the bloodied clothes in his hands since he's changed out of them for good measure, hopefully no one wakes up-

"You're home early"

Frozen, Karamatsu turns his head to the source of voice.

Though, even without turning to face him, Karamatsu recognized his younger brother's voice.

"Ichimatsu"

"Karamatsu"

Both stood silent, the tension between them increasing before one of them broke it.

"Let's talk"

Karamatsu doesn't say a thing.

He sighs.