Osomatsu-Niisan?

Remember

Years have past since the eldest
Matsuno brother had been with the family he belonged. A few of the townspeople have claimed to have seen him, but never had a full encounter.
Osomatsu had been traveling with a fugitive, he himself becoming one too. They had traveled for work, consisting of assassinations, robberies, and drug trades. They had made new fake ID cards for themselves and caught a train, traveling to a place that gave Osomatsu an odd feeling. Familiarity. He never felt it much before, but now it was impossible to ignore.
'Boss' and 'Pine' had signed into a hotel, Boss quickly dismissed Pine and left for a meeting. Pine was left in the hotel room, the odd feeling still in his chest. He opens his suitcase, deciding to go out into town and explore.
He pulled on his black hood with a red pine tree in the middle over a plain white shirt. Rummaging through the bag some more he grabbed some plasters and bandages to cover some scars, maybe then he'd look slightly more approachable. He did his best to cover the worst of his scars, trough some still remained exposed. A variety of burn scars, punishment, torture, and fights scattered his body. A plaster on his right cheek, some bandage around his neck, and stray plasters along his fingers, hands and arms. He inspected himself in the mirror. An evident scar cut down from one of his red wide, owl-like eyes and through a dark sleepless purple bruises. Despite the scars his skin was soft and his cheeks cubby, his brown hair wild and poofy with two cowlicks. He decided to put on a brown beanie that once belonged to the youngest of his dear brothers. After a moment of thought he changed into tight dark denim jeans, grabbing his key card and $20. He turns and practically runs out of the hotel, getting scolded by a few employees along the way. Once outside the hotel Osomatsu shivers in the bitting winter air and starts heading off. He had no specific place in mind, but simply got lost in the crowed of people, bustling to get Christmas shopping done. He stuck his hand in his pockets as he walked into a few stores, looking through the small nicknacks he found. He took the price tags off of a few and stuffed them wherever they wouldn't be noticed. He had stolen 6 gemstones, though to him the crime seemed fine. Osomatsu felt a connection to the stones, each in a different color. They sparkled in their colored rocks, A red rock, a blue, green, purple, yellow, and a soft pink.
He smiled as he left with his stolen items, looking up at the now night sky. He decided it was about time to find somewhere to eat, out of the corner of his eye he saw a small coffee café which was surprisingly still open. He decided a coffee and roll would satisfy him until he could get his next meal and walked into the café. Two chatty woman stood behind the counter, wondering who in their right fucking mind orders coffee this fucking late. Probably drug addicts or drunkees, or a night owl who mistakes morning for night. Thankfully, Osomatsu fit under the last category... Thankfully. He ordered his things and sat down, quietly sipping a coffee, eating a bear claw, and scrolling though his phone. After a while he left the small shop and town square started dying down. Osomatsu wandered silently along the cold streets, watching the plumes of foggy air appear with his hot breath. He soaked in the feel of the city, what was so familiar? Suddenly, Osomatsu felt a pain in his chest he hadn't felt for a long time, a hollow emptiness in his stomach and dull ache in his heart. Heat raised to his red cheeks and the cold no longer affected him, something caught in his throat as tears forced their way to his eyes. He's been here before, happily joking alongside 5 other people. 5 people of the age, gender, and those 5 people who shared his face. His brothers. How could he forget?
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A/N oK HOLY SHIT. I was looking for something to read, and I saw my story, this one right here, and THE READS. I have to admit, the amount of people reading this made me sick to my stomach. Thank you, so much for reading this! I love you all, thank you for supporting me through one of the toughest patches in my life, through something nobody should experience. Thank you!