Who gave Karamatsu a gun?

The 'Talk'

Ichimatsu knew he should have said something

Ichimatsu knew he had to say something about Karamatsu’s fucking body count

Because two days ago he saw his brother putting a bullet through someone’s head, something that he probably should’ve reported to the police, but instead he fucking followed Shittymatsu’s orders and kept his mouth shut about it. Then again how could he tell anyone about what he saw when it’s his life that’s on the line? Surely Karamatsu has more than one bullet in that gun of his back then, and it nearly had Ichimatsu’s name written on it.

Yet despite the near death experience, Ichimatsu found himself following Karamatsu around whenever he could.

He quickly found out his older brother seemed to have a dulled sense when it comes to him, as Karamatsu could easily tell if any other person than Ichimatsu was following him, which was odd but Ichimatsu chose not to focus on that when he tailed his brother.

Instead he focused on the way his brother would brutally end the lives of other people and dispose of their lifeless corpses, he remembers every scream any of Karamatsu’s victim made, he remembers the sounds of bones cracking or shattering from the impact of Karamatsu’s punches or kicks, he remembers the blood that drenched Karamatsu’s clothes from head to toe. All of those things had found a spot in his memory and ingrained themselves into Ichimatsu’s mind and nightmares, it scared him.

Still it wasn’t compared to the amount of fear he had for Karamatsu every time he took a hit from those victims of his.

The first ever time he followed Karamatsu, Ichimatsu found himself watching a very violent shitshow of his brother being nearly beaten to death.

Shittymatsu seemed to have finished up cleaning and disposing of two bodies, and Ichimatsu had to restrain himself from vomiting at the image of one of the victims getting their eyes gouged out by a knife harshly, it never occurred to him that Karamatsu would need to fucking dismember the bodies after murdering them, since the first time he ever saw him commit such a deed he didn’t do this. Ichimatsu just chalks it up that Shittymatsu not having the opportunity to because there was him in the way.

Nevertheless he had looked away due to not being able to hold in the urge to wretch, but before he could throw up whatever he ate that morning, there was a yell.

And it was Karamatsu’s

He whipped his head and saw Karamatsu on the ground, clutching the side of his abdomen as blood started to soak his clothes, cheek bruised and bleeding as a man dressed in black towered over him and held a gun.

Ichimatsu froze at the sight, his breath caught in his throat.

So he stood there silently begging for his brother’s safety.

Though lady luck didn’t seem to be siding with him that day, since Karamatsu tried to stand up only to be kicked down and stepped on as the guy cocked his gun directly at his head.

“Say your prayers Ao”

Ichimatsu thought he’d see his brother’s last breath then, but the moment the guy presses the trigger, nothing happens.

He was so thankful the guy had ran out of bullets, less thankful he had to see such a violent fight that took place right in front him.

But regardless, this reminded him his brother isn’t just killing off people; he’s also trying to get killed by other people.

He knows that most of the time he’d act as if Karamatsu’s death would be the best thing to ever happen for him, but in truth he cares deeply when it comes to the second eldest and even admire him to an extent. So knowing that his older brother’s life in danger, Ichimatsu decided he was going to do something about it. Even if Karamatsu won’t like it, even if he himself doesn’t like it.

Even if it might cost his own life.

Now here he is, standing across him with his arms folded trying to put a confident front, when in reality all he wants to do is hold Karamatsu and keep his older brother safe from whatever the fuck is after him.

He doesn’t realize that he’s only been staring at Karamatsu throughout the whole time, though later he does notice when Karamatsu coughs and pointedly looks at him with an unfazed expression.

“So what is you wanted to discuss at this time of the night my brother?” Karamatsu says with the very same tone he had used two days ago

I

chimatsu tries to muster up a reply, but his mouth doesn’t make a sound since he had his gaze travelling down to the bruises and cuts that are littered on Karamatsu’s wrist, and the ways his fingers looked so crooked and were fidgeting. Instinctively he grabs Karamatsu’s hand, which flinched from his touch but stayed in his hold as Ichimatsu raised it up to his face to be seen more clearly.

“I-Ichimatsu?”

Oh fuck this, he couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Shut up Shittymatsu...” he could feel himself tear up from just saying that, “Just shut the fuck up”

And Karamatsu does, it just makes Ichimatsu cry even more “Why do you have to be such a pain in the ass?”

“...”

“You almost died you dumbass, if it that guy didn’t run out bullets, you would have died”

“...”

“I fucking thought you would’ve died”

“...”

“Shittymats- please, I fucking beg you just stop whatever the fuck is that you’re doing”

Karamatsu’s hand flinched

“...If..if you can’t, can you at least keep yourself fucking safe?”

And Ichimatsu waits for a response, despite knowing there won’t be any

“For me Sh- Karamatsu nii-san, for you, for our brother’s fucking sake. Please”

“Keep yourself safe”

“...I’ll try”

Ichimatsu knows he won’t