Don't Worry

Chapter Thirteen

Choromatsu slumped down onto the bathroom floor, sobbing loudly, not caring if anyone could hear. All that had mattered to him for the longest time now, was Osomatsu, but now that he was abandoning him, Choromatsu had no idea how to even react.

Not bothering to lock the bathroom door, Choromatsu, for the first time in almost three months, opened up Ichimatsu's bathroom drawer, finding his blade which was hidden in the very back of it.

There were new blood stains on it that Choromatsu hadn't noticed before, but he honestly didn't care. He just wanted Osomatsu to stay with him forever, and that would never happen now.

Rolling up both of his hoodie sleeves while standing to his feet, Choromatsu began to run the blade across his left arm in quick, harsh slices that split open his old scars which had been healed for quite some time.

As the blood began to ooze out of his new,self made wounds, Choromatsu grew dizzy from the sight of it as his eyes were clouded with worry and tears.

Stumbling, Choromatsu leaned up against the bathroom counter top, crying even more as he held tightly to his younger brother's blade.

"Please don't leave me..." Choromatsu thought, his heart aching for the day Osomatsu had kissed him, telling him he would make it. "I want you to stay with me forever...I don't want to be all alone again...nobody has ever understood me like you have, Osomatsu. So please, if you will, just don't leave...I can't live without you...you're what keeps me alive...you give me a reason to keep living. Each day, because of you, I've been able to ignore my own worries and just enjoy life like I used to..."

And without any signs of warning, Choromatsu slipped onto the tile floor with a bang, finally passing out from the sight of his own blood. The blade slipped out of his hand, clinking across the floor.

Only moments later did Osomatsu knock on the bathroom door, then enter the room.

And despite it all, he wasn't the least bit surprised to find that his brother's left arm was covered in blood.

With a quiet sigh, Osomatsu lifted up Choromatsu's limp body and held his arm over the sink, beginning to clean his brother's self inflicted wounds.

"It's okay, Choromatsu," Osomatsu said as he struggled to keep his brother on his feet while washing his arm off. "Just because I'm going to be gone, doesn't mean I'll never be back. I'm sure this won't work out at all, you know? I'm sure I'll get homesick too. Not to mention, I'll miss you a lot. So please, just stay strong while I'm away. Don't hurt yourself like this...I don't want to worry about you accidentally killing yourself if I'm gone."

Osomatsu turned the faucet off, looked at Choromatsu's arm closely, then pulled several bandages out from Karamatsu's bathroom drawer, wrapping them around his brother's wounded arm.

With a soft kiss on Choromatsu's head, Osomatsu pulled down his brother's sleeves, and carried him to their bedroom.

Gently, Osomatsu laid his brother on the floor while he pulled out the futon, fixing it so his brother could rest without being disturbed.

"I know it'll be a hard day for you tomorrow," Osomatsu said softly once he had tucked Choromatsu in. "But, not to sound like Karamatsu, we can still live in each other's hearts. That way we won't feel so alone, knowing we're always there."