I am shit [Jyushimatsu]

Part 1|A Good Liar

THE SECOND YOUNGEST Matsuno brother woke up rather early. Even he was surprised. He took a look at the glance before putting on his signature smile. It was a few minutes after four AM. Jyushimatsu sat up from his spot of the large futon. It was kind of hot, actually. Before he could take a second to complain, something began hurting. His stomach and side, as if he'd ran three miles in less than half an hour, which would leave him in pain if he were to get close to that amount. It was early, and the cheery male had done nothing the previous night to leave him in a state of exertion. He lied back down, attempting to go back to sleep. His throat had also hurt a bit, and hit back felt weird.

Could it be he was sick? Oh, he hoped not. That'd be a pain in the ass. Actually, maybe he does have a pain in the ass. Maybe he needed to crap? While he was one to get up at midnight to use the bathroom like Todomatsu, but wouldn't bring anybody with him, he knew he definitely did not need to crap. Jyushimatsu began to cough again, but cupped his mouth to be quieter and forced it in a small space. The night sky was dark, but filled with stars. Ha, if he could reach one of those stars. . .

Okay, the pain in his stomach was growing. Should he wake one of his brothers? Well, he didn't want to bother them at this time. If it were some 6 hours later, he'd shamelessly rant about this bad feeling if it'd make it go away. He stood up and made his way down to the bathroom. He looked around until he saw what looked like medicine. Jyushimatsu read it the label to see what kind it was. It was something for colds. Maybe he could take it. But then he remembered how horrible it tasted and decided to get a cup of water instead.

Something stopped him from exiting the bathroom. And within seconds, Jyushimatsu had started to puke. He forced himself to move to the toilet, the vomit landing inside there. It tasted nasty as it came down his throat, and it felt horrible. He didn't stop for a minute, and when he did, he immediately began to wash his face and mouth. Disgusting and gross, some of it was around his mouth and he quickly washed it up in disgust. After drying his hands with the towel, Jyushimatsu flushed the toilet, trying not to look at what had been dinner. It'd only gross him out even more.

Perhaps he was sick.

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It was strange.

He'd went back to sleep and went against telling his brothers. They woke around a little later than usual. Surprisingly, Jyushimatsu hadn't woken up. His breathing seemed ragged as well. The others left him be, thinking he'd get up and join them when he felt like it. Maybe some 20 minutes after everyone was out, did the yellow hoodie wearing Matsuno brother step into the living room. His large smile was on his face. "Oh, good morning, Jyushimatsu," greeted Osomatsu as he looked up from a mature magazine. "Morning, Osomatsu-Nii-San!" replied Jyushimatsu. "Did you have trouble sleeping last night? You're usually the first one up," said Todomatsu.

"Not at all! I was just trying to delay the inevitable!" insisted Jyushimatsu. And then, his stomach growled. So loud, in fact, it caught everyone's attention. The yellow brother stood there awkwardly before shutting the door and vanished, like nothing happened. He returned some 5 minutes later with a pear and cup of water and had slight difficulty opening the door. "Hey, you should have gotten pears for all of us," Osomatsu whined. "Heh, those are the hardships of living with those that don't have it in their cold heart to think about others." Karamatsu wiped a fake tear. Literally, what was that supposed to mean?

A few seconds passed. "Shut up, shittymatsu," said Ichimatsu. Jyushimatsu moved onto the water, and Todomatsu chanted for him to chug. Choromatsu warned him not to, but Jyushimatsu, not wanting to disappoint his little brother, chugged the whole thing excitedly and slammed the cup down on the table. Choromatsu rolled his eyes slightly as he heard something along the lines "Hustle hustle! Muscle muscle!" Soon, though, Jyushimatsu went pale. "Huh? Jyushimatsu? What's wrong? Hey!" Ichimatsu called out. The other brother felt something rise up his throat, but swallowed it down. It was disgusting and almost salty. Nearly as salty as Choromatsu. Choromatsu seemed to notice the younger sibling hold back his puking as he noticed him looking sickly.

"Run to the bathroom! Hurry!" he yelled. In speed of light, Jyushimatsu was at the bathroom and puking in the toilet. His brothers went after him in time to see him finish the last bit of throwing up. With his eyes closed, he flushed the toilet and washed his mouth and hands for the second time. "Jyu-Jyushimatsu-niisan?" Todomatsu called. Jyushimatsu practically sprang as he yelled out," Hustle Hustle! Muscle muscle!"

"Are you perhaps suffering from illness, buraza?" Karamatsu asked. Jyushimatsu, now smiling, looked at him and shrugged. "Ok, well, we'll tell mom and dad when they get back from the store," Osomatsu stated, the others agreeing. The parents, Matsuyo and Matsuzo had left before Jyushimatsu rose, so he missed their departure. "Man, this is what you get for chugging that water so quickly," Choromatsu said. Todomatsu paled with a guilty and surprised look. "Don't worry, Jyushimatsu," Ichimatsu said. Jyushimatsu shook his head. "I'm not worried," said the little brother. "Well, good, because that's our job as your brothers," the furry said.

Jyushimatsu said nothing as they left with him to the room.