Mr. Osomatsu and the Flower Shop

💚🐸🏥Getting Discharged and Going Home🏠🐈‍⬛💜

(💚🐸Choromatsu's POV🐸💚)

I woke up to my alarm I set up last night because I didn't want to be late for the day ahead of me. It's been at least 2 weeks since the accident, and we were finally able to go back home.  I quickly packed my things and got ready.

I thought about what happened during our stay. All of our "friends" came by to check on us, and they even got new clothes for us when we'd get out of the hospital. Chibita and Totoko would visit us the most, though. Chibita would always bring fresh Oden for us because he felt pity. After all, he knows what it's like to lose your parents. Totoko, on the other hand, would bring a basket of fruits and would even sneak in candy. They even came by yesterday for a celebration of our last day at the hospital.

Now that I think of it, I'm not actually as excited about it as I thought I was. It's just that no one would greet us when we walk through the door, there wouldn't be any hugs, no kisses, not even a simple "How have you been?" I guess I'm still processing the fact that our parents are gone and that we'll have to prepare a funeral soon. I don't think we could afford anything good for it because we're just a below-average family with a small house that could barely fit our parents and the rest of us sextuplets when they were still here.

Now that I think about it, how will we be able to pay bills and taxes if Mom and Dad are gone? They taught us how to do those kinds of things before, but we're useless NEETS that can't even get a decent job, so how would we get any money? Ugh, having to think about life is so stressful. No wonder my brothers ignore the consequences of being an adult.

I wish I could be like them, childish, happy, and oblivious to the reality of being an adult. However, I know that I can't because they need someone who can be responsible, and no one else is up for it. Well, Ichimatsu and Karamatsu are responsible, sometimes, but he doesn't really step in when something comes up.

"Mr. Matsuno Choromatsu?" A voice called. I looked at the open door, and it was Dr. Miura is the one who helped us recover for the past week.

"Oh! Umm, yes?" I responded.

"Are you ready to go, or do you still need some time?" She asked.

"No, I think I'm all set," I replied calmly. She nodded her head and went on her way. I sighed as I sat up from the bed, put on my clothes, grabbed my bag, and went outside to see what the others were doing. "Hopefully, they weren't doing anything stupid like they always do," I thought.

I then noticed that the door to Ichimatsu's room was slightly opened. I was debating if I should leave it bw or go inside. Unfortunately, my curiosity got the best of me, so I took a peek, and I was stunned by what I had seen.

[Warning: sensitive topics like attempt at $uicide, same rules as the last chapter]

(💜🐈‍⬛️Ichimatsu's POV🐈‍⬛️💜)

I sat on the bed as I peered out the window. There were birds chirping a gentle melody, a man playing a guitar with glee, and an elderly couple holding their frail hands tightly in one another's.

For some reason, everywhere I look, I get reminded of our parents. Our mothers love for singing, our fathers passion for playing his old guitar, and even the way they'd hold each other's hands during long walks. Everything little that meant almost nothing to me almost made me tear up a little because of the memories that I shared with them.

"Ugh, why can't I get them out of my head," I whispered to myself with a frustrated tone.

I then looked to the side and saw the bottle of painkillers sitting on the drawer. "The doctor must have forgotten to take it with her during her last checkup. After all, she has 5 other patients to deal with," I thought as I took the bottle into my hands.

There was some sort of warning label that read, "Caution: Eat a well-balanced meal before you take the pill. Do not take more than 3 pills each day, but if you take more than that, it could potentially lead to an overdose. Contact the nearest hospital immediately."

I stared at the bottle, contemplating if I should do what my intrusive thoughts were telling me. After a minute or two, I gave in. I opened the bottle and shook the remaining pills out of the container. "I can't believe I'm actually going through with this," I thought as I was about to pop the pills into my mouth... well, until I was stopped.

(💚🐸Choromatsu's POV🐸💚)

"Ichimatsu!" I shouted. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

"What the hell were you thinking?!?" He didn't respond to my question.

I walked closer to him, and he backed away a little as if a stranger had just come into the room. I mean, we didn't interact a lot, but still we're brothers. It just doesn't make sense.

"Ichimatsu," I said quietly, "you need to tell me what was going through your head."

"It's that I m-miss Mom and Dad so much, then I saw the b-bottle a-and.." Ichimatsu was sobbing now. His tears rolled down his face as he used his messy hair to cover it up.

I didn't like seeing one of my younger brothers like this. We never really interact with each other, but that doesn't mean that I don't care. And even though he's the scariest, most violent, and ruthless brother out of the bunch, he has a fragile heart made of glass.

Without thinking, I embraced him tightly. He seemed surprised at first but then slowly hugged back.

"I-I'm *sniff* I'm so sorry, Choromatsu niisan," He muttered.

"It's okay, Ichimatsu," I said, "you don't need to apologize."

He hugged me tighter as I felt his tears soak into my sweater. I then noticed that his suitcase didn't have anything inside.

"Come on, Ichimatsu, I'll help you pack some of your things," I sighed as I pulled away from the hug.

He nodded in response, so we started packing his belongings. We joked around a little and even told each other funny stories. It took at least 5 minutes to pack his things, so when we came to the lobby, everybody was there.

"Took you guys long enough," Osomatsu joked.

"Yeah, yeah, c'mon, let's get a move on now," I replied.

We walked out the door and took a deep breath. The wind was blowing in or faces, the sun was beaming, and we were ready for a fresh start. What could possibly go wrong?

(Author's Note: If you read this chapter, then I am so glad you stuck around. Btw this is some big news. They're creating a new anime about Osomatsu, but as dogs. Now, if that doesn't scream cute, then I don't know what does. I'm not sure when to publish the next chapter, so stay tuned. UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN, PEACE OUT BOII!!!)
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