Choromatsu And Karaatue: A Fictional Narrative

Calum watched Sterling slowly stir the cold soup with a mocking smile. The boy anxiously lifted his arms still trying to break the knots. The ropes hurt his injured wrist but he didn’t dare complain.

Xavier was beginning to have a light problem with involuntarily being knocked out or foreced to sleep. Again. He was honestly surprised no one in the house coined him Sleeping Brutee. Okay, maybe it was lame but his head really fucking hurt. His slowly dragged his hand and placed it on his forehead, dragging his arm indeed was a challenge. It was like he was carrying his own dead weight around...in his dense state.

Someone just dunked me in the water! Holding my breath, I tried to open my eyes, but I still couldn’t move. I kept on getting dunked, and I felt something being poured on me. It smells like Palm Wine! That’s only used when...oh no. They’re going to mummify me! My heart started beating frantically, as I tried to think of a way to intervene. I felt my body being picked up again. They began walking. After a few minutes I heard a door shut. I was laid on a had table. Seconds later, I could hear the sharpening of knives. I prayed to the gods that Aaheru or Acheri would at least see me breathing. I felt something sharp slice my side. Instead of wincing in pain, I felt nothing. I had forgotten that my body was numb. Thank you, Renenet! I heard squishing sounds. They’re probably taking out my liver, stomach, lungs, and intestines now. A few minutes later I can hear the sound of splashing. They’re washing my organs. I’m surprised I’m even alive right now. My mind is beginning to go blank. While, the men are washing, they begin to chat casually. I can only listen as I slowly begin to drift into unconsciousness.

"Onii-san," A voice could be heard from behind. No doubt about the gruffness in it; it's the fourth son, who was calling.

He gritted his teeth. He tried to continue pushing forward through his oncoming need to faint, but to no avail. His head began to throb and spin, and he brought a hand up to try to ease the pain. He couldn’t hear anything but the ringing in his ears and his own pounding heartbeat. He couldn’t see anything but bleary white, whether it be the snow on the ground or just his eyes giving up on him. He couldn’t feel anything but the incoming unconsciousness that would soon overtake him, a splitting headache, his heart beating out of his chest and the hazy presence of a person beside him, frantically asking if he was

The only visitors he had received were doctors, who kept taking his blood. At first, it wasn’t as frequent. Now, it was. They kept coming into the room constantly. They wouldn’t say anything when he asked. He felt weak, from them taking his blood daily.

He rubbed his arm. "Yeah, but..." Naruto saw fear instead of anger rise in Monster kid's eyes. "I won't hurt you or anything I-"

Regulus wanted to scream. This was supposed to be his brother’s burden, not his! A small pang of sadness and guilt made Regulus bite down on his lips.

Karamatsu approaches his brother, wrapping his arms around him. Todomatsu didn’t hug back right away. Too shocked. Karamatsu thought, he was going to be pushed away, until Todomatsu hugged him back tightly.

Hearing the news of his brother's death gave him nothing but a brief feeling of devastation. The only thing he could regret was not putting an end to his life himself. "If my brother is truly dead then that will change absolutely nothing. My only concern is to kill Orochimaru and the only way I can do that is to go to him, not to join some silly organization."

“Who’s the person with you?” Travin asked, greeting her with a kiss on the cheek.

He looked at the blackened couch before returning to watch Akashi. Murasakibara walked forward, gently pushing Midorima aside and knelt beside Akashi. For once the giant had no treat in his hands.

Choromatsu returned later that night, not acknowledging his brother’s existence. Ichimatsu watched him carefully as he took his spot far away from the campsite. His brothers were already sleeping peacefully. He could have sworn; he heard sobbing coming from Choromatsu. There was this small part of him that wanted to comfort his brother.

“It’s alright, it’s going to be alright,” replied Akenten as he caressed his brother’s cheek.

Hyacinth reached out and placed her right hand onto Sophia’s forehead. “You still have a bit of a fever… I’ll have to ask that you stay in here until your temperature returns to normal...” she murmured, and lifted the front of Sophia’s shirt with her other hand, much to Sophia’s surprise.