Illusive Tears

•Chapter 10: Remembering•

"And remember when that guy attacked us on the plane during vacation!" "When that guy dressed up as a dog and tried to rob us!" "And when mom was going to buy us a dog but a thief came instead!" Ichimatsu halted, raising a brow in a concerned way. "Why do we get robbed so much?" Jyushimatsu pondered for a minute, before giving a blank stare shrugging. "Remember around fifth grade when we would go out and play baseball?" The purple clothed man nodded, not bothering to even glance at the man who was as energetic as a rabbit after it's third coffee.

He would focus his eyes on one useless detail, and quicker than lightning, change his field of vision to another minuscule thing. Unlike Jyushimatsu, wasting his never-ending energy, Ichimatsu seemed to be basking in the glorious, heavenly light shone through the wispy clouds. Though he stopped abruptly realizing he was acting like the second oldest, luckily he didn't speak like him. That caused him to begin cursing at the brother who wore the royal blue hoodie under his breath. "Well... Do you think we can play baseball again?" "No."

Ichimatsu didn't bother to hesitate. The fake sibling pouted, "Why? But we use to do it so much!" The fourth brother scoffed, 'Does he never listen?'. "I'm not going to play that, and it's final." Jyushimatsu studied his 'older brother's face as he pouted. "You're so mean!" The moody older sibling took it like an arrow through his heart. Words did hurt. "Fine, wait here I'll go get the bat and stuff." He said, beginning to walk away. "Jyushimatsu gave off a concerning look. "Ichimatsu... We're not close to home, It's going to take a while until you come back."

The younger brother spoke loudly as if he wanted the imaginary barriers to break and make everyone hear his voice and what he has to say. "Right, right." The mauve purple brother muttered, sitting back down near his creation.

Ichimatsu sighed, watching the sea, lost in its musical sound of the waves crashing and stealing territory of the sand. His eyes surveyed the horizon, the sun only hours before the set so that it would switch to its dark twin, seeing the black dome with twinkling freckles of white replace the blue with white cotton. Jyushimatsu tried to find the weirdly shaped rock once more until he noticed it was gone. They spent a couple more moments enjoying nature and what it had to offer. Until Ichimatsu spoke up. "Hey... Isn't it getting late?" Jysuhimatsu frowned, knowing the older brother was right.

"Yeah..." "We should probably go back then." Ichimatsu got up, forcing Jyushimatsu to follow along. "No! I don't want to leave though!" Jyushimatsu stomped as if he was claiming that the beach was his property. "Come on..." "I don't wanna go back home!" The illusion gave off an attitude, similar to a five-year-old child. Though, the maturer man took it into consideration. "Do you wanna meet the others?" "I already know them, Osomatsu-" "No, not them, I mean Chibita, Iyami...?"

The younger gasped, rapidly nodding as if he was listening to heavy metal. "You seriously need to learn how to relax though..." Ichimatsu released a concerning tone. "Yeah right!" Jysuhimatsu playfully scoffed, rolling his wrist in hopes to persuade the older to not change him. "Let's go now." Ichimatsu did not wish to waste time, already walking on the path that leads them back to the city, the pastel yellow colored sand began living on his sandals, which disturbed him to the max. At least he wasn't barefoot stepping on the painful shells. The closer they got to the city, the less of the salty air they would smell.

They started leisurely strolling here and there, trying to find the current homes of their childhood friends. After a bit of aimlessly walking the two look-alikes spotted a home that seemed similar to their own. Ichimatsu grasped Jyushimatsu by the shoulder and pointing to the building. It appeared to be two-story, with traditional lanterns hanging from the ceiling, and on the ridge of the roof, a decor of a fishtail was carefully placed. (I can't remember what the house looked like so I did it by memory.) Listlessly, the fourth brother began shuffling over to the door, hardly even knocking.

"Who is it~?" A voice sweeter than sugar asked from the other side of the door. Ichimatsu didn't respond, and the nonexistent man caught up with his only real friend. The 'sweet' voice sighed in frustration, and the doorknob jiggled. "You? What do you want, NEET?" Right before him appeared a young lady, who sighed in displeasure. She wore magenta turtleneck sweater, as well as a green and yellow plaid skirt which reached to just a little bit higher than her knees. "Nothing, can I just chat?" "You better have a reasonable topic to waste my time." Jyushimatsu had both of his lips are only slightly elevated, glaring at the woman.

She seemed familiar to him, especially the hairstyle. Two pigtails tied with yellow bows and a bun with a magenta headband that paired with her shirt. 'Um, how has your day been, Totoko?" Totoko walked over to her sofa, crossed her legs as if she was worried the virgin was on a mission to see her panties. "Why are you just standing there? Sit down! You look like an idiot standing there!" ichimatsu awkwardly sat down in front of her, Jyushimatsu beside Ichimatsu. Jyushimatsu ignored the conversation mostly, instead he paid attention to the sunset, the glorious ball of light sinking below the land, it seemed mysterious to Jyushimatsu.

Where did it go?
How does it come back?
Is it going to say hello to the other half of the world now?

Jyushimatsu understood that Ichimatsu didn't really ever go out to socialize like this, and the ghost-like being knew that he took his time to do this for him, but it wasn't his fault Jyushimatsu didn't know what they might've been talking about, though he did listen in on a few things. They didn't talk about many things, but they were interesting things. He was no cactus expert, but Jyushimatsu knew Totoko was a prick right when he saw her.