Chapter 2: Early in November - Part II
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Summary:
In Part II they have a little talk.
Notes:
I hope people will like it. It's my first fanfiction and I really try my best ♡
I maybe will add some Notes later or in Chapter III about Words I used here.
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Ichirou Rangetsu was a man standing in the middle of his life. It was a good life some might say. Since the day of his birth, he had the love and support of his, still very strict, family.
The Rangetsu Family was an old traditional family, their bloodline going back to proud Samurai even a Shogun. Nowadays still teaching the traditional way of Ken Jutsu and other combat techniques in the Dojo on their family estate.
Today was supposed another boring and exhausting day at his current working place. This was until his younger brother, an overhasty boy, named Gorou called him not only once but seven times in a row. Annoyed beyond measures he picked up the receiver AGAIN, wondering if he would get away with murder. “What is it now?”
“I still wasn’t able to get in contact with Rokurou! What if something happened to him? I called Jirou again, asking him about the call from Rokurou's boyfriend, but he told me to leave him alone. Saburou is also worried!!”
“Are you going to call me every five minutes for the rest of the day? Or are you done now? I told you, I don’t understand why he called Jirou in the first place. Besides, Rokurou is tough enough, will show up somewhere any time soon.”
“As a corpse?!”
“....”, Ichirou throw the phone in the corner after ending the phone call without another word. Just no.
Work was done, at least for him, time to go home early and escape. Sadly not his brothers idiotic calls.
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Which all leads to the current situation. More or less.
Rokurou had sat down on the oversized white couch. His eldest brother was franticly walking around trying to get two cups of coffee ready. Rokurou was just looking like he needed some. The few bags his lil’ brother bought along with him still resting in front of the entrance door.
“Are you doing anything at your working place or are you just dumping everything on your subordinates?”, Rokurou asked sceptically.
“I do. I create work, so they don’t run out of it. Ask Artorius? He knows how good I am in what I'm doing! I just wanted to be home early after the weird calls.”
Ichirou couldn't help but to frown.
“So, he called you, too? Told you I robbed him?”
“The jerk called ALL of us, Roku. Gorou was so worried crying me a river on the phone and sending me and the others 5000 messages what could possibly have happened to you.”
“Seems like at last ONE out of five is worried.”
Ichirou found his youngest brothers' statement not as funny as it was perhaps meant.
“Watch it! Wasn't funny when that asshole called me on my way home, saying my little brother went missing with his money after breaking up.”
“Sure, must have happened after I took my families money and left without telling him how pleased I am with his choice to cheat on me.”
“I can hear the anger in your voice, Roku. The fun part was when he said you teared apart the whole kitchen table.”
“Oh, Brother! You should know me better! It wasn't only the table. My Master piece was throwing the microwave out if the window. And his Coffee machine. Very satisfying I must say.”
“Like in the movies?”, the older one asked with an amused grin following.
“Yes, like in those cheesy movies.”
The younger one let a sigh escape as Ichirou finally joined right next to him on the couch with fresh hot coffee.
The older one leaned back against the back-rest, sipping on the hot drink, collecting his thoughts and how to start a conversation about what has happened. Eyeing on his brother he could tell how exhausted he was. It just broke his heart.
“What is your plan now? Moving back in with our parents?”, he finally asked.
Rokurou grabbed the coffee cup, enjoying the smell and the warmth before turning his head to his brother next to him. “Not many other options. I don’t mind staying with Mother and Father again. Always someone around. It’s just one thing... I maybe...”
“Gorou? Call the problem by its name, Rokurou.”
He nodded, “Not Joking, I really care and love him, but why in the World is he so clingy?! Remember? Before I moved out and he followed me every step I took? Yes, we tend to do everything together during our childhood, but he clearly missed the shot of giving me free space!”
Ichirou, now staring at the ceiling, tried to fight of the weird gut-wrenching feeling that suddenly had overcome him. “Yes, I do. He even interrupted our Sword Training and when we went out to play in the fields, boy, he always ran to mother crying”, he paused to look at Rokurou, “Gorou's first call was telling me how Jirou called him to inform him about you being a missing person case. The second one was him thinking you was part in a Hit and Run. Followed by you got murdered by you boyfriend and he just Fake called your sudden missing. Then you had a car crash, without owning a car. After this point he called to tell me how you must got hit by a car. Lemme think, what did he said then? Yeah, well, whatever it was you turned out dead almost every time.”
“He sure has faith in me....”, Rokurou frowned, taking a sip of coffee.
Ichirou couldn’t help but to wonder, if that might be his one big chance in lifetime. Back then he dreaded the day Rokurou moved out to start a new life with his former lover. Leaving their home and everyone behind, moving to a smaller City hour of driving away. There were times he had heard nothing from his brother for months due work and the relationships they had. Soon after Rokurou had left, Ichirou did so too. That was how he ended up here in the lonely apartment building with his cat. Of course, he had tried to find someone to love and life with, but it never turned out how he wished for.
It was cursed.
“Ichirou? ICHIROU?!”
He blinked confused.
“You are spacing out, big brother. No wonder, its past your bed time.”
“Stay here???"
“What? Can you build a complet sentence?”, the younger was confused about the sudden muttering.
“I'm saying you can stay here with me, Rokurou. I have enough space and you can avoid Gorou and... you know? Wash my dirty dishes. Housework?”
Rokurou gave him an angry glare. What in the fucking World?!
“Hello? I know your brain got exchanged with a rotting walnut, but what the fuck? However, I MIGHT will accept your offer, to make sure you are not dying of loneliness, my poor brother.”
Oh, yes. He loved his bitchy little brother to death.