For Your Entertainment 10

Chapter 10



“My name is Kotori Monou I’m here to see my brother Fuuma Monou, where is he?!!” Behind her was Hokuto, Subaru, and even Kamui. Sorata and Arashi were on their way.

“He’s in exam room four.”

“Thank you, let’s go Hokuto-chan, Kamui-san, Subaru-san.” Walking in, they were greeted with the sight of Fuuma with a cast on his left arm and one on his right leg. “BIG BROTHER ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!”

“Ow…yes I’m fine, got out of it with a slight concussion and a broken arm and leg. Good thing we have no tours planned.”

“You idiot, this is no time to be worrying about tours, you could’ve been killed!”

“Nonsense Kamui, I’m fine. Hey, does that mean you care about me?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Oh well, I tried, that aside...have you guys seen Seishirou yet?”

“Wait…bigger brother is here too?”

“Yeah…”

“Where is he?”

“Last I heard? Surgical ICU. He looked bad….” Fuuma remembered We Are The Champions playing in the background while he laughed with his brother when the headlights flashed, they had barely finished off the word when it hit Fuuma’s car.

The last thing Fuuma remembered seeing was the unsecured guard rail impale his brother through the stomach blood pouring out onto the seat…

“What do you have?”

“Nineteen year old male; car versus truck going 100 mph.”

“Can you tell me your name? And where you are?”

“My names Fuuma...I’m in the hospital…what happened?”

“Fuuma, you were in a car accident, you’ve lost a lot of blood and looks like you have some broken bones. Is there anyone that we can call?”

“My sister...her name’s Kotori Monou, her number is in my wallet. Where...where is my brother?”

“Brother?”

“His brother was in the car with him, he’s coming in the rig behind us; they had a hard time getting him out of the car; the guard rail impaled him.”

“Twenty-six year old male was in the car with his brother. Guard rail impaled him through his stomach. Lost about a liter of blood if the car interior is anything to judge by... We got a line started in the field and had to shock him once to bring him back. Finally had to just cut what we could of the thing to get him here.”

“Is he stabilized?”

“Yes.”

“Book an OR now!”

Walking upstairs, Kamui stuck close to Fuuma who was hobbling on crutches, they found themselves in the ICU and the sight of Seishirou in the bed seemingly asleep.

“We’re his siblings…what’s the matter with him?”

“He’s slipped into a coma I’m afraid. We managed to repair the damage done to his internal organs in surgery, so he’s stable for now.”

“Will he ever wake up?”

“Hard to say, they say when you’re in a coma you deal with your innermost demons. So ideally whenever he deals with them he’ll wake up.”

Kotori and Fuuma exchanged glances. Seishirou was a lot of things, but dealing with his own problems was not his strong suit.

~#~

It had been about a month since the accident. Fuuma had gotten a better grip on his crutches and Subaru made sure to visit the hospital every day.

A small hand clasped over a slightly larger one that had gone pale from being stabilized in a coma. “Please wake up…if you don’t...I can’t tell you how I feel.”

Of course Seishirou couldn't really hear Subaru, not really. Inside his mind he was dealing with his own inner demons.

“The two of you are horrible, disrespecting children. No lady should date a man unless she plans to get married and have kids and you put that guitar down. You have new parents now, so learn to deal with it."

“I think the devil’s mark for her and the pure mark for him; maybe there’s still hope for saving him; the girl is too far gone if she’s dressing like that at her age.”

Crash! The glass cup missed by a few inches. “Why don’t you pick on someone your own age? Get the fuck away from them.”

“So this is the oldest one is it? My my my dear, what are we going to do with this one?”

“Do whatever you please with me, but you leave them alone.”

~#~

“See this my fellow people? This is my son, my oldest son who’s turned his soul over to Satan. Tonight we're going to cleanse him of his impurity and make him one of us."

“Except I'm your foster son because real parents love their kids no matter what.”

"To cleanse this child of his sins, I shall carve the mark of God onto his right hand." Seishirou bit down hard on his lip as his foster father made the pentagram on his right hand.

“And to remind our dear boy that he’s a sinner, I shall carve the mark of Lucifer onto his left hand.” This time the teenager couldn’t hold back the scream as his foster mother carved the inverted pentagram into his left hand. He wasn’t sure if his left hand was more sensitive or if it was his foster mother’s talon like nails digging into his wrist. He was just glad Fuuma and Kotori were in Sunday School and didn’t have to see this.

“Nii-san what’s wrong?”

“Nothing Fuuma.”

“Bigger brother? What’s wrong? Why are your eyes all red and puffy?”

“Nothing sweetie, come on, let’s go to bed, both of you. Tomorrow’s a school day.”

Kotori pouted but scampered off to brush her teeth. Fuuma however, “NO, DON’T WANNA!”

“Fuuma I’m not fighting; you’re going to bed...” Not waiting for a protest he picked the child up and plopped him in the bed. “Now go to bed, I’ll be back late; take care of your sister.”

Kotori scampered by and crawled into bed next to her brother. “Get to sleep both of you; don’t answer the phone or the door for anyone okay?”

“KAY! FuFu push over.”

Before walking out the door, the teenager went into the washroom and closed and locked the door behind him before sliding down onto the floor. “What am I going to do now?”

Finally deciding he couldn’t sit there forever, he stood up and grabbed the gauze out of the medicine cabinet. He pulled the old gauze off his hands one at time only to find them soaked in blood. “How am I supposed to work or fight like this?” He looked down at his hands; a pentagram carved into one, an inverted pentagram carved into the other.

Well if they think I’m the spawn of Satan, I may as well dress the part. Mom, Dad, I’m sorry but I’m not strong enough to keep this up; I need to change.

~#~

"Nii-san when I grow up, I want to be just like you!"

"No you don’t Fuuma, do yourself a favor and just be yourself."

~#~

Headphones were clamped onto his ears, a pen tapping at homework, music blasting from the Walkman to his ears. He didn’t hear the constant calling from the kids or his parents or the ringing of the phone. Just the music playing that he was singing along to. Until the headphones were yanked off and he was looking into honey brown eyes.

“Nii-san I like your singing, and I know you say it helps you concentrate on homework, but Yuuto-san is on the phone, he wants to talk to you. Kotori-chan’s rambling to him right now as best as seven year old can.”

~#~

Fuuma sat on the rug, alternating between watching Kotori do her homework—which he should be doing as well—and watching his older brother attack a punching bag.

“Nii-san?”

“What?”

“How many more piercings and tattoos are you going to get?”

“Not sure, I only have two piercings and three tattoos; that may change.”

“Do they hurt?”

“No; and no you’re not getting any, Mom and Dad hate me enough, thank you.”

~#~

"Are you going to come out with us or are you going to spend all day attacking that poor punching bag?"

"Why do you care?"

"Um, let’s see. You were my best man at my wedding and you’re my best friend. I couldn’t care less if you’re into guys or me for that matter, I’m still your friend."

~#~

"So graduation is upon us, what do you guys want to do when we get out this hell? Me? I want to be rich and famous and have my own company."

"I want to work with a computer."

"You're boring Satsuki-chan!"

A bottle of water was placed down. "Alright fine, I'll be the cliché one. I just want to get out of this dank city. I want someone to take me away, far away. I want to get married, fall in love, and have kids. Quiet normal life. As for work? Who knows, maybe a music teacher." A glance down at his watch. “And since it’s study hall, and seventh period, I’m cutting. Need to go pick up the little ones, peace.”

“What about the test tomorrow?!”

“Eh, I’ll be fine. But then again, the spawn of Satan doesn’t need to pass school, right?”

"And there he goes again. How he passes school I'll never know."

"I wish you’d be more like him, carefree instead of power hungry."

"EH? Satsuki-chan wait!"

~#~

The girl blushed as her blue eyes looked over the counter at the young man. "How old are you?"

A smirk and a glint of amber eyes. "How old do you want me to be?"

"How’d you do it? You walked in there, you bought cigarettes, and not even a question! You have more of a way with ladies than me. Remind me why you don’t have a girlfriend?"

A shrug as the cigarette was tapped out. "I have no interest in such manners."

~#~

“So what happened this time?”

“Nothing…”

“Nothing huh? Then why is the pack of cigarettes you illegally obtained yesterday half gone?”

“Just stressed out a lot; I have to go, I have a match tonight.”

“Match where...not the cage again?!”

“Yep. Say hello to Satsuki-chan for me.”

~#~

The sound of a body hitting the cage was heard. "Figures, typical fag can’t figh—" A fast kick from the left sent the taller and more muscular man backwards.

"Never judge a book by its cover." The younger and smaller male made a note to spit the blood in his mouth on his opponent.

Walking out, his knees wobbled and he fell to the ground. "Sei...how long do you plan on doing this?"

"How much is it for a one room apartment in Tokyo?"

"About 5,000 yen a month, why?"

"Fuck."

“You could come stay with me and Satsuki you know.”

“Like hell; I’m not being a third wheel.”

“How are you going to explain to your parents the way you look?”

At this the younger teen snorted as he light a cigarette. “They refuse to look at me, so I doubt they’d notice.”

“And your siblings?”

“Fuuma’s an air head, he won’t notice crap.”

“Kotori-chan will though.”

“I’m hoping she’ll be in bed.”

~#~

“Nii-san?”

“What?”

“Why are you upside down?”

“It’s called upside down sit-ups; I do like to keep in shape you know?”

“Is that why you have that bar here?”

“Yes Fuuma. Go play with Kotori.”

“She’s napppppinggg I wanna watch you. I had a project in school to write about my role model. All the other kids did their moms or dads; I picked you.”

A crash sounded out as the older brother fell off the bar in shock. “Damnit all; why the hell would you do that?”

“Because you’re my role model!”

Pale hands reached on the dresser and hooked a silver necklace around his neck. “Fuuma, I’m probably the worse role model you could have.”

“But why?”

“I just am.”

“Nuh-uh! You get good grades in school, you’re super strong, you can sing really go—”

“Enough Fuuma, I don’t sing anymore.”

~#~

Fuuma was dreaming; dreaming of a happier time before all of this. Happier times consisted of lollipops and candy and snowball fights. Why did it have to end like this?

The nine year old was awoken from his slumber by a seven year old crawling into the bed and clinging onto him. “FuFu...scared…bad dream.”

“Then I’ll tell you all about Candyland where the mayor is Mayor Triple Deck-deck-deck—er Cake and…” The nine year old was fast asleep again. “FUFU!”

The door creaked open. “What are you two doing up? It’s three in the morning. You have school in the morning, let’s go.”

“SO DO YOU BIGGER BROTHER, IT’S LATE!”

“I’m sorry sweetie, I had to work; come on back to bed.”

“Scared and FuFu is dreaming about cake.”

~#~

You know how everyone says teenage parents are doomed? That may be true seeing as they have to work to support their child and maybe have a harder time keeping up in school. But what if you’re forced? What do you do then? Do you do what’s best for them? Or do you be selfish? I chose the former over the latter. I stayed in school and managed to work. I always wanted a family, but never when I was fourteen. It’s just their parents couldn’t care less; so what was I supposed to do?

During the rare moments I had to myself, my best friends Yuuto and Satsuki always asked me if I ever planned to live the life of a normal teenager. My answer was always the same. I can’t be normal; I live in a house where I’m shunted out because of who I am and am forced to basically raise my little siblings. I was done pretending to be the perfect boy; I was done hiding in the dark. I wouldn’t be tormented anymore, the perfect boy that let his ‘parents’ fuck around with him was dead; this was a new age.

~#~

The foot came in contact with the punching bag. “You know I’m on the other side of this Sei.”

“No one told you to hold it.”

“Someone had to, otherwise you’d break a wind—OOF.” The seventeen year old landed on the garage ground. “What did I do to deserve this?”

“Oh I don’t know; held the punching bag that was on the receiving end of the high school’s kickboxing champion? You’re such an idiot Yuuto.”

“Haha maybe, but you love me anyways, right?”

The younger teen turned his head and started to unwrap his feet. “Yeah sure, whatever.”

“So what do you think? Do you think I’d be a better father to a girl or a boy?”

Seishirou nearly dropped his lighter. “Bloody hell neither; a womanizer like you?”

“You’re horrible! You’re supposed to be my best friend.”

With a click the cigarette was lit. “Yeah, and I am, but I don’t sugarcoat the truth. It’s why Satsuki-chan avoids your advances the way I avoid church when my ‘rents are around.”

~#~

"I struggled and clawed my way to the top. But what was the point? All of it was for naught. I still can’t face them and stand up to them. Not directly. I can play my mind games with them but...they deserve far more."

“Seishirou-san?”

Why, why did his hands have to be bleeding now…not with Subaru-kun here...he didn’t need to know everything. He didn’t need to know that Seishirou was afraid; more afraid than he’d admit to himself.

“Seishirou-san…why…why are you hiding your hands?”

What was he supposed to tell him? That for some reason the scars his parents had inflicted on him when he was Subaru’s age had reopened? What was the meaning of all of this anyways? He had finally stood up to his parents; why was he still dreaming?

“Why are you trying to hide them? Despite them needing help?”

“Because they hold the key to my past Subaru-kun.”

“So? Your past doesn’t define you Seishirou-san...I do love you, you know...”

Love. The one word he never expected to hear directed at him. Everyone he seemed to get involved with seemed to say forget it. However, was Subaru the same? He was a fan of the band—no he was different. He meant it. He didn’t care if Seishirou was famous or not; he loved him and Seishirou had realized he loved Subaru too; so that’s why he bent down and kissed the boy on the lips.

“Seishirou honey, wake up, this isn’t your time yet. I’ve been watching you this whole time. It was hard for you, but you’ve become so strong. That boy is nice and I am so glad you started singing again. So go on, face your inner demons and wake up, you can do it.”

“Mama?”

“Yes dear. You can do it; go on.”

“Go?”

“That boy; the one you treasure above all of others, he’s waiting for you. He’s been holding your hand this whole time.”

~#~

Beep…beep…beep. The sound of monitors and the feel of oxygen pulsating through his nose and…a pair of lips on his own. Amber eyes shot open and to his surprise it was Subaru. At the same moment Subaru’s emerald eyes shot open.

“WAH!”

Hokuto’s laughter filled the room as Subaru scrambled away.

“I’m sorry! It was Hokuto-chan’s idea!” Subaru didn’t get far in his attempt to scramble. Seishirou’s hand clamped around his wrist before pulling the boy down for a proper kiss.

“OHOHOHO! FABULOUS! Not how I had envisioned it, but it works. I’ll leave you guys alone so I can go get Fuuma, Kamui, Sorata, Arashi, and Kotori-chan. They went for caffeine.”

“You scared me…I was afraid you were mad at me after what happened.”

“Funny, I felt the same. I will say this...there's a lot you don't know about me, and if we’re going to make this...us…work? You'll need to know, but that will come with time.”

A soft hand grabbed his own. “I understand.”