Lost Love (Love Letter From Thief X fanfic) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 22

I AM AN ONLY CHILD. I WENT WITH MY GUT ON THIS. I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT THIS FEELS LIKE. IF YOU HAVE LOST SOMEONE, WHETHER IT BE A SIBLING, MOTHER, FATHER, OR ANYONE CLOSE TO YOU, I AM TRULY SORRY AND I HOPE I DONT HURT YOU WITH THIS CHAPTER.
THE FEELS ARE STRONG
AHEM....You have been warned.
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I try to keep the shocked look off of my face as she rambles on and on about Ryu. Everything she is saying about him- the smooth-talking, the blue eyes, even his crooked little smile, when he allowed one to grace his face. It sounds just like him.

No. It.....it can't be. I...I thought he was dead. He died. I was at his funeral. How.....?

*Flashback/quick overview*
My brother got involved with bad people when he was fifteen. I was only eleven at the time. I absolutely adored him and when my parents found out about the....drugs, the dealing, the fighting, the.....the supposed killing.... Although I knew of none of it at the time of course. They kicked him out.

Out of the house but not out of my life. He would still show up at school to see me even though he dropped out and I knew that he shouldn't. That went on for a year.

I never told my parents, even after I turned 18 and they finally told me about him. At first I wouldn't believe it. I couldn't. He was my older brother. My protecter. My lovable pain in the butt. My I-will-punch-you-but-God-forbid-anyone-else-does. But looking back, some of the pieces fell into place about what they said. The wads of cash, the strange smell in his four-door truck. [You can decide. I'm not starting a Chevy/Ford/Etc contest...er, war]

Then one day the visits stopped. I cried for days, well nights, afterwards. Then we got that call. That damned call that changed everything. They had found his body in the rock-pits in Central Florida. I remember my mom answering the call and then falling to floor as my father took over the phone.

My mother pulled me into her arms and I didn't understand at first but I overheard part of their conversation.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Mr. Ono. The ME confirmed it. It is your son. I'm....um...I should inform you that it should probably be a closed-casket and you might not want to let the Missus see it. He......He was in there for a while. I'm so sorry."

Then it hit me. My brother, my bubs, was gone. I could never get piggy-back rides. I couldn't play with his hair so similar to mine. I would never see those Tardis blue [Yes I did] eyes again.

My father hung up the phone and sank to the floor along with us, his facade breaking as he held his wife and, now only, child. My heart broke for the first time along with my father's walls that day

Days passed in a blur up until the funeral. I remember the service well. The preacher said many things but what hit me hardest was this song.

When all our tears have reached the sea
Part of you will live in me
Way down deep inside my heart
The days keep coming without fail
A new wind is gonna find your sail
That's where your journey starts

You'll find better love
Strong as it ever was
Deep as the river runs
Warm as the morning sun
Please remember me

Just like the waves down by the shore
We're gonna keep on coming back for more
'Cause we don't ever wanna stop
Out in this brave new world you seek
Oh the valleys and the peaks
And I can see you on the top

You'll find better love
Strong as it ever was
Deep as the river runs
Warm as the morning sun
Please remember me

Remember me when you're out walkin'
When the snow falls high outside your door
Late at night when you're not sleepin'
And moonlight falls across your floor
When I can't hurt you anymore

You'll find better love
Strong as it ever was
Deep as the river runs
Warm as the morning sun
Please remember me
Please remember me

-Tim McGraw Please Remember Me

It was his favorite song. The boy could sing like an angel. I remember sitting on my bed and listening to him sing this over and over again in his room.

After all was said and done, I would visit his grave at least once a week. I did not talk. I did not cry. I did not want to know why. I just sat there, my back against the side of the marble headstone. I have to hand it to Kaylee, and Samantha and Kelly and En. They tried to help. But I just wanted my brother back.

Then my mom decided she couldn't handle it and we moved......to Japan. I lost my friends, my home, and my brother.
*Flashback ends*

He's.....he's alive?
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I'm sorry

~Libra