☓ 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐄! ; MATSUNO SEXTUPLETS ☓

26 - A Pleasant Walk Down Memory Lane

Hello My Dolls,

I'm sorry that its taken me so long to update. I got sick and stayed that way for a week; I kept getting pains in my abdomen and it was horrible, I'm so glad it's almost over, I still have to recover some more.

I was also having to put up with major mock tests for my real exams so I hope you all understand, alongside that, I'm staying an hour after school sometimes to do more work and revision. 

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this update, I'll do my best to stay on track for you lovelies. 

Also, I'm afraid that this hasn't been edited at all so please excuse any grammar mistakes, 

Much love,

Dollie xxx

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The evening sun was retiring into its bed bellow the horizon, and willingly handing the skies over to the, just, awakening moon. As fierce oranges, charming pinks, and stunning gold strands of paint was blended by the sun, colouring the once bright blue canvas, Todo was haphazardly throwing around random objects. He was determined to finish his search, one that he had started just an hour ago when he had made a hasty journey home.

"Where is it?.." he kept muttering, over and over and over, like a well rehearsed mantra. It was a practice that he had participated in so repeatedly for the past sixty minutes, that he was unknowingly uttering the phrase without even registering the chant.

"Where's what?" the eldest hummed in curiosity, stepping into the disarrayed room whilst obnoxiously sipping upon a juice box.

"Nii-san! Have you seen it?!" Todo cried out in partial distress and desperation, unable to spare his brother a single glance. He's so fixed; so resolute; so attentive to his set goal that it seemed as though he wouldn't even care if his phone was smashed to bits at that very moment - an object he always took care of and couldn't go a day without.

"Seen what?" there was evident annoyance in Oso's voice, "I won't know what you're looking for if you don't tell me!" he trudged through the wreckage of the room before finally slouching down onto their forest-green sofa.

"Our high school's final year, year book."

Osomatsu scratched his head as his thoughts attempting to sort through his vast hoard of memories, searching for his last known placement of said book.

"Uhhh...sorry, I don't know..."

Todo groaned in disappointment before muttering sarcastically, through clenched teeth of irritation, "That's very helpful, thank you."

"Ha!" Oso pleasantly rubbed a finger beneath his pinched, pointed nose, "You're welcome!" Thankfully, it was Todo's back facing his arrogant elder brother; if he was caught giving an overemphasised roll his eyes, he would be made to suffer through hell.

Time strolled by and one by one, each of his brothers would walk in to ask about his activity and objective - his response would always be the same: 'Our final high school year book...I'm looking for it.'. His brothers couldn't confess the unhealthiness of his driven ambition for something so insignificant. It's been years since they'd last seen that book. The simple fact only brought about the question of why he was so intent on finding it.

"What do you think is up with him?" Choro mused curiously as him and his brothers (excluding Todomatsu) sat around their living room kotatsu. Usually, they would be lodging within the ordinarily clean space of their bedroom but the current space was 'occupied' and not so well placed as regards to their belongings. The possessions were hazardously stacked atop one another, recreating multiple teetering models of skyscrapers around the area of the room. They were impressive in height (almost reached the ceiling) but had the potential to collapse atop a person and deal a certain calibre of injury.