☓ 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐄! ; MATSUNO SEXTUPLETS ☓

7 - Rainbow After A Storm

There's was a light breeze that swept up the floors of the paved streets as people were either: returning home, doing last minute plans, going out with friends or family, or continuing on with work. For the Matsuno brothers, it was yet another evening out to Chibita's Oden stand. It seemed as though they were the only customers the Oden owner primarily had at that same hour, every day, and so he couldn't afford to shoo them off. Although, there was nothing much to gain from their regular visits anyway as hardly none - out of the six identical brothers - paid for the Oden and drinks.

Light yet teasing and sensitive banter was shared amongst the company, with everyone contributing to the conversations being held as their bodies were intoxicated by potent beverages. However, only five of the six brothers were happily running their mouths all the while, slurring their words, with the odd one out (Choromatsu), holding his head down as his hands clenched together in a locked clasp, his elbows resting against his parted thighs to support his arms. 

Like most other conversations, there was a point where the prattle lowered in volume until only silence occupied the once reverberant air, that was the time the five brothers turned their attention towards the one that wore green as a distinction from the first of them. 

"Choromatsu-niisan?" the voice of Jyushimatsu uttered, receiving no response. It made his wide grin tense, remaining ever present as his brows knitted together in worry as well as confusion. 

"Oi, Fappymatsu? Why are you so quiet? We can't tell if you're dead or alive! Say something!" the eldest tried to joke, still earning no form of acknowledgement from his brother; Choromatsu remained ever still, in the same hunched over, oppressing and somewhat, pensive form. 

"Talk to me brother..." the cool, velvety speech of Karamatsu urged as the male slung his arm over his brother's shoulders. The scent of alcohol was present in his breath but he was still sober, after so many drinks, he's become rather immune to the effects of the alcohol. This time, there was success in gaining a reply, however, it was one that all of the brothers couldn't have anticipated. 

"Get off me!" Karamatsu's arm was harshly flung off with a sharp shrug of Choromatsu's shoulder. 

"What's wrong?" Ichimatsu tediously enquired, his flat tone indicating no particular interest when (on the inside) he had been secretly growing concern for his brother. 

"You're What's WRONG!" Choromatsu spat, standing up abruptly, glaring down at his siblings with a look of disgust and displeasure, a dark shadow was cast over his eyes, making Ichimatsu's usually pessimistic aura not as threatening. Ever since his brothers acted the way they did towards (Y/N), he had refused to let it slide so easily. He couldn't believe how heartless they were, however, what came as more shocking to him was the fact that when he imagined the scenario happening to a separate brother, he knew - for a fact - that he would've acted the same way they did. It was shameful and repulsive. For an hour or two after that encounter, he had been in a state of shock but also contemplation. He wanted to do something about it and the first act he planned was to knock some sense into his brothers' idiocy. 

Todomatsu was cowering and shaking like a leaf behind Karamastu as his hands gripped his older brother's leather jacket, in spite of his gutlessness, he uttered his concern "Wh-what do you mean Choromatsu-ni-" 

"Don't call me that! I hate being reminded that I'm ever related to any you!" the green clad brother bitterly barked, almost spitting saliva in his malice. There was a growl and Osomatsu was up and ready to bite back just as hard. 

"Well tough luck because there's nothing you can do about it! You're stuck with us and we're stuck with YOU!" an exchange of deadly glares were made before Choromatsu spoke out again.