☓ 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐄! ; MATSUNO SEXTUPLETS ☓

23 - Competition Between Brothers

Hello Dollies,

Thank you all so so much for being so patient! I love you all very dearly for being so considerate of me and my time. I hope this chapter can make it up to you for the long, long wait. I honestly felt so bad when I counted the number of weeks that I haven't been able to update this story but thank you for sticking with me, I am so grateful. Now enough of my jibber-jabber,

Please enjoy and look forward to the future updates; I have plenty planned.

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"A-and that's how you rent (Y/N)-chan..." Choromatsu explained with a heavy sigh. He was still tied to the chair but his head was hanging lowly with his chin deeply tucked into his chest. Suffocating disgrace, lethargically pumped through his veins and made his head pulse with guilt and self-loathe for how weak he was. His heart stopped at his incredibility towards his selfish actions. Surrendering only highlighted how inadequate he was at ever being the right one for you. He had pushed his inadequacy into the back of his mind quite a while ago - after being forgiven by you - however, it appears that he still had a long way to go. 

How dishonourable. 

How dreadful. 

How spineless.  

Smugly, Osomatsu strode across the room in order to stand before his sullen brother. He then leant forward to meet Choro's hidden eyes after bringing his face up by lifting his rounded chin. "That wasn't too hard now was it?" he smirked, finding great amusement in the suffering of his brother. Finally, he could grasp onto that feeling of control again, which only came to him as he was the eldest. It had subconsciously been handed over to the third eldest for a short but, somewhat, elongated amount of time; only because of his closeness to you.  

"Shut up..." Choro hissed through clenched teeth and trembling lips. "Now let me go..." snarling at his behaviour, Osomatsu rose to his full size. "I think you deserve to suffering being trapped a little longer. I don't feel satisfied yet." Choro could only watch as his brothers turned their backs and made their way out of the opaque room. How dare they force him into inhaling the air of repentance his fragile being couldn't help but emit . And yet...he knew that they had an ounce of right to do so. He had made them suffer. It was only right that they returned the favour. 

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Thirty minutes... 

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An hour... 

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An hour and a half...

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Almost two hours now...

Choromatsu sat in the dark, counting away every second, every minute that gradually became an hour. 

His ears created sharp whistling in order to make up for the absence of sound, battling the overwhelming silence as his eyes remained closed, knowing that it made no difference whether or not he were to lift his hefty lids or keep them shut; darkness was all that would greet his lazy vision. The limbs his siblings had forcefully roped together (his wrists and ankles), he could easily guess were on the verge of becoming raw aside from retaining their pink burns from the harsh friction from the rope. He was thankful, however, that his ankles were somewhat protected by his socks, although it didn't really help as it only spurred him to struggle with the restraint on his ankles rather than tamper with the barrier confining his wrists, resulting in his ankles being on equal states with his wrists.