For Your Entertainment 13

Chapter 13



“DIE DIE DIE! AURGH YOU SUCK! YOU CHEATED SORATA!”

“Not my fault you checked your phone for messages in between it. Not every girl is going to feel sorry for you because you have a broken leg ya know?”

Fuuma crossed his arms and put the controller down. “The cast comes off in a few days I’ll have you know! I can’t wait, I need to get my strength up.  I miss running.”

“Bet you don’t miss getting chased by rapid paparazzi.”

“That part no, that is one thing I hate about fame.”

Arms wrapped around Fuuma’s neck. “So have you gotten anywhere with Kamui-san yet big brother?”

“WHAT?! NO! WHY WOULD I?! I’M STRAIGHT REMEMBER?!”

“Uh huh and I’m queen of Tokyo.”

“Let me get you a scepter Your Majesty.”

The front door slammed shut and a cocky laugh followed in its wake. “Fine if you’re straight so am I.”

“Ah bigger brother how was your walk?”

“Exhausting. I hate not being up to my full potential. Speaking of Kotori-chan, be a peach and go make tea. I need to talk to these two airheads alone.”

As Kotori retreated to kitchen, the three bandmates were left alone with just the background music of the game Fuuma and Sorata were playing earlier. “What is it Nii-san?” Fuuma still walked on eggshells around his brother. They hadn’t really talked much since the accident.

“I’m a man of few words...I never used to be but hey people grow up. I’m quitting the band.”

“What?! You can’t quit! WE NEED YOU.”

“Yeah Nii-san! Bass and piano skills aside, YOUR VOICE and the way you can dance, we need you! If it wasn’t for you we still be in basements…”

Fists clenched and the oldest stood up. “Did you ever stop to think that I only did it because you were my little brother? That I don’t want anything to do with music anymore? Who pushed me into music?! MOM AND DAD!”

Sorata took this as his cue to go help Kotori in the kitchen while Fuuma hobbled to his feet as well.

“I know that! You gave up everything you loved after they died! You weren’t yourself anymore! You dropped out of school, you quit music, you quit skating, you quit karate, you quit kickboxing, you stopped with all your artistic talents. In fact the only thing you did do was go out to clubs, smoke, and bring home someone every night before finally moving out!  I thought maybe if I nudged you I’d see the passion in your eyes again.”

“Look, Mom and Dad died in a car crash and we almost did. Hell I saw them! I BLOODY SAW THEM! I ALMOST JOINED THEM. Someone thought it would be funny to put me back here on earth, the last place I wanted to be. You don’t know and will never know Fuuma how many nights I tried to end it. You and Sorata can keep the band, keep using the songs I wrote, I don’t care; I’m done.” With a slight wince he started up the stairs to his room where a door was slammed shut.

Kotori came back in arms lightly crossed over her tank top. “I think it’s for the best that we leave him alone. If I know him he’ll go to Yuuto-san. I’d advise Yuuto-san not to be a smartass though, bigger brother will probably punch him in the nose.”

Upstairs, the oldest sibling’s room was in ruins. Clothes were flung all over the floor, the desk was knocked over, the bed was in an unmade mess, awards and such were flung off the walls, there was a giant hole in the wall from where his fist had collided with it, and there was shattered glass from where his foot had come in contact with his mirror. Eyes landed on his copy of their platinum award for their last album.

“I don’t even know who I am anymore. I haven’t in years, who am I to tell other people how to live their lives?”

~#~

A few days had passed since Seishirou had said he was quitting the band. Fuuma got his cast off and was working on building his strength up again.

Jab Jab Jab. Every strike from his hand sent the poor abused punching bag back a few.

“Wow Fuuma, I never knew you could move like that.”

“One of my few shining traits Hokuto.”

“Ohohohohoho there’s thousands of people that will disagree with that.”

A brief silence—sans from the jabbing of the punching bag—before she spoke again. “What are you doing anyways?”

“Need to get back up to speed, need to do something now that the band is obsolete.”

“Have you tried talking to him?”

“Hell no. You think my fists are lethal? You’ve never met his feet, or hands for that matter.”

“When has that ever stopped you before?”

“No but he sounded so…..serious this time. My brother is a walking puzzle…on super hard difficulty.”

“Well I know it wouldn’t be the same, but what about if you and Sorata do it for now?”

“Then we couldn’t call ourselves Triple Threat! Besides, we need him Hokuto. I had to train my voice to become good, Sorata too. He was born into it. Our parents, our real parents were friends with the leader of the church choir but she was also a real singer. She saw his talent when he was messing in the garage with Yuuto. Almost everything my brother does it comes to him naturally. He literally is God’s gift.”

“There still has to be a reason. He seemed to enjoy it more or less.”

“Of course there’s something…he’s just afraid. He has a tendency to blame everything on himself. Our parents’ deaths, him and me almost dying, me losing my girlfriend, everything.”

“Maybe he just needs to live a normal life for a bit?”

“Hokuto-chan…our lives haven’t been normal since our parents died…”

~#~

Punch. Kick. Punch Punch. Kick.

“You should tell him you know?”

Punch, kick, kick, punch.

“It will only confuse him more.”

Punch punch. KICK KICK KICK.

“Way to go Sei, you broke the poor punching bag. Should you even be moving around like this?”

“Want me to use you as one?”

“Hell no. But don’t you think you should rest up?”

“Hence why I quit the band; it was nothing but practice, record, tour, signings, interviews, photoshoots. I never wanted that. I like to sing but I never wanted the fame.”

“Still, what happened was tragic but you can’t run from it. You always were good at facing problems head on…for the most part. Now why don’t you bring that boyfriend of yours and come on a double date with me and Satsuki?”

Amber eyes widened and a blush dusted the pale face. “Who….told you…?”

“You told me you were seeing someone and I knew in high school you swung the other way…knew about your crush on me too.”

“And you never thought to tell me?”

“Why? Best friends till the end right?”

“I should tear you apart jackass, I tried my damnedest to hide that from you.”

“How many straight guys parade around high school with diamond studded ears, sequin silk tops, and can win over every girl without trying?”

“Me.”

“If you’re straight I’m the next president of Satsuki’s computer company.”

“Chances of that happening are like the probability of that tree getting up and doing the Macarena and she’s your wife. Which is sad.”

“Says about how straight you are, doesn’t it?”

“It’s true I suppose. Fine, I’ll call Subaru. But one wrong move and next time you get denied for bed you won’t be able to even use your hand remember that.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it. Come on, you need to clear your head.”