Second Life

Inheritance Ceremony

"Yuu, here" Ryuuichi handed his said brother a cup of tea, another in his hands. "Thanks" Yuuichi took the cup and place it on the coffee table as he continued doing his assignment on the Civilization of China on his laptop, sitting on the floor. Ryuuichi had long finished his part on the Civilization of Rome, so he offered to lend a hand to Yuuichi.

He sat on the couch, leaning forward to see whatever his brother was typing while sipping on his tea. "Ah. You got the Dynasty wrong here. It should be Dynasty Han, not Chan" He pointed at the screen. He chuckled when his brother grumbled something about typo and all. Really, Yuuichi doesn't like assignments at all. It was fortunate for him that their teacher decided to allow him and Ryuuichi as a group, otherwise he might actually die. Okay not literally.

Ryuuichi every so now and then pointed out a few mistakes, additional facts, etcetera, etcetera, and not after two hours, it was finished. Ryuuichi sighed and leaned back onto the sofa, his already empty cup was on the table, beside Yuuichi's. "Seriously, did you go and memorized the whole History text book?" He sweated at that a little.

"That's exaggerating. I just happened to still remember bits and pieces of them" True, he still do remember it. He had studied this in his past life, and his teacher in his past life elaborations were hilarious enough for him to remember until now. Honestly, he remembered laughing hysterically from one of the said teacher's own random life story. Yuuichi hummed, stretching. He grimaced slightly at the sound of his bones cracking and triple saved the file. No one can be too careful with technologies nowadays. He definitely do not want to redo the whole thing again. All the Dynasties were giving him a headache.

"Let's call for a takeout" He nodded. "Yeah. I don't think I've the energy to cook anymore" Ryuuichi chuckled at that, grabbing the cups and stood, going to the kitchen as Yuuichi whipped out his phone. "Chinese?" "Sure" As he was walking to the kitchen, one of the cups' handle cracked, and the cup shattered on the ground.

Ryuuichi stood there, stunned. A shudder coursed through his being. Something bad happened. "Ryuu? Are you okay?" He nodded numbly at his brother who was checking on him when he heard the sound. Yuuichi frowned at that as Ryuuichi went around the pieces of glass, telling his brother to stay put.

He couldn't push back the bad feeling as he placed the other cup in the sink, and went to pick up the broken pieces. He carefully grabbed the large pieces first before the smaller ones. He threw it away into the a plastic bag and grabbed the broom, swept the floor when he stumbled a little. A name flashed in his mind.

'Yamamoto'

He quickly finished the sweeping, throwing away the shards and hurried upstairs to change. He was changing out of his shorts when his phone rang. He quickly answered it, and dread filled him.

"I'll be right there" He hung up, and put on his jeans and rushed down. He grabbed his keys and put on his shoes. "Yuuichi! I'm going out for a bit! Eat first alright?"

"What? What happened?" Yuuichi was still frowning as he appeared from the living room when Ryuuichi was crouching, struggling slightly to put on his shoes on the entryway. Ryuuichi wondered if he should tell him, pausing his movements for a moment. "Yamamoto met an accident" It wasn't an accident. He cursed himself for forgetting about it.

"Hah?!" "Anyway, I'll tell you about his condition later, alright? You stay home. It won't be long" Before Yuuichi could protest, Ryuuichi had already shut the door. Ryuuichi grabbed his bicycle and cycled off.

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Ryuuichi had being cursing himself ever since he left his house. Cursing why he had forgotten about it. Why he let it slip his mind. If only he remembered, he might be able to help Yamamoto earlier with Ryohei. If only he... He took a deep breathe, trying to ebb away the growing headache as Ryohei explained that he had found Yamamoto first. They moved to the waiting room, and the atmosphere was absolutely suffocating.