Bye Bye, Karamatsu

It's Your Fate to Leave

((Once again, there is triggering stuff in here so if you are triggered by suicide, or themes similar to that please, DO NOT READ. Thank you.))

He took one long last look at his home. He remembered growing up there with his 5 brothers. He remembered when he started to become individual from the others. He smiled softly, knowing it might be his last, in this place.

Karamatsu sighed, stuffing his hands into his jean pockets as he walked away from his childhood home. He had no bags to take, where he was going, they weren't nessacary. Of course, the house, his clothes, and any personal effects would be missed, he made many great memories with those things. But recently, it had become too much. What would mother and father think? Probably nothing. The blue matsu scoffed, they wouldn't even notice he wasn't there, as usual.

He wouldn't take the bus, today. No, he wanted to enjoy his little walk, after all, it was a beautiful day out. The sun was just barely climbing up the horizon, streaking the sky with beautiful hues of orange and blue. Karamatsu's brothers would be sleeping in today, they always did on nice mornings. By the time he was... they would only just be getting up. No problems. His image would only seem like a bad dream. And so, Kara continued the trek to his final destination.

Along the way, he thought about many things, but mainly about his brothers. A frown wriggled onto the blue matsu's lips. He loved them, loved them more than anything so why... why did they have to be so mean? Even Jyushimatsu could be harsh at times.

Everyday Karamatsu was only met with ignorance. Insults, too, if he was lucky. And everyday, he would cry silent tears as he fell asleep next to the people who hated his existence.

Ichimatsu knew, about the crying that is, but arguably, he was the one who hated his older brother the most. The younger matsu would never do anything to comfort him. He told the others, of course. They didn't want anything to do with it. Most of them believed Karamatsu was just having nightmares. There was nothing to worry about, right?

None of them, not even one, could have ever suspected what Karamatsu was about to do. Most likely, they wouldn't know until much later. Days, weeks, and in all probability, months. All because they just didn't care.

The second eldest kicked an innocent rock lying in the street. What had his brothers ever done for him? Nothing, is what. It became apparently clear after the others had attacked him while being Chibita's hostage. Broken arm, sprained ankle, concussion, a stitched up face and fractured jaw. All of this was 'love' from his supposed siblings. What happened to the older days? When he was treated as an equal?

Karamatsu was walking over his favorite bridge when realization struck. It was when he was just beginning to differentiate, just when he developed his own dreams. Damn his brothers. Damn them for making him forget what he always wanted, damn them for not liking his personality when their own were questionable. Damn them for everything. If only they didn't exist. Then.. then maybe things would be different, and Karamatsu wouldn't be a worthless peice of garbage.

Well, that wasn't true. Karamatsu wasn't worthless, it's just that none of his brothers ever accepted him as useful. No, with them, it can only be ridicule or silence.

If only the fates had been kinder to the blue matsu. Maybe then he would have finally fit in. Alas, if this is the way it should be, so be it.

Like his clothes, sad thoughts of the deepest blue swirled in Karamatsu's mind, forming together to make a whirlpool of pessimism. Speaking of clothes it was amazing, even after all this, he could stand to wear such ridiculous things, but he didn't really have anything else. The articles only reminded him of why he was out here, walking downtown, instead of back there, sleeping.