[One-shot] Spiral (Part 2)

[tsuchi8562]

Title: Spiral
Authors: tsuchi8562
Beta: syunikiss1990 <-- Thank you dear ♥
Pairing: SakurAiba
Genre: Incest, Romance, Drama
Rating NC-17
Disclaimer:I owe only sick plot...

Spiral translation credits: yarukizero @ LJ

They may break us apart, but they won’t change my feelings for you. Even death won’t change them…

White walls, some yellowish curtains and an uncomfortable bed. This was all that surrounded him when he woke up, as he thought in the hospital.

“Aiba-chan…” Sho mumbled and tried to sit but he felt pain on his left side, so he just gave up and fell back on the pillows. He was alone in the room. No wonder, he was beaten almost to death by his father for seducing his younger brother… Who would sit next to the bed of that kind of person? Sakurai even wondered why he was taken to the hospital in the first place. Right now, when they separated him from Masaki he could as well die.

“Oh, you woke up! I’ll call the doctor.” A soft women’s voice invaded his ears and he jumped a bit startled. After a while the doctor came in and checked his wounds, nodding and assuring that the boy will be able to go back home in two days. He heard from the medical he had a cracked rib and he suspected a concussion Those weren’t that bad as he expected, probably somebody pulled his father away from him… The man was ready to kill him for hurting Masaki.

“You’re awake…” Sho’s mother voice brought him back to earth. She didn’t say anything more not asked how he was; she just put the juice and some fruits on the table next to his bed and sat on the chair. The wounded boy wanted to ask so badly about his younger brother but he didn’t have the courage.

“Masaki is trying his best to get over this… situation. If not him, we probably wouldn’t be able to talk now…”

“What do you mean?” Sho sat up a bit, wincing from pain and kept looking at his mother.

“Masaki jumped between your father and you, covering you with his own body. He said that it wasn’t your fault…” The woman clenched her small hands in fists. “How could you? How could the both of you? For heaven’s sake, you are brothers! It’s…”

“Sick, disgusting, repulsive… I know… I know that this is the way you see it.”

“Sho, I don’t recognize you… You always were righteous and justice… What happened to you? Tell me, please..." The woman's eyes became shiny, but she fought with tears. The boy remembered that he never saw his mother crying, maybe except times when she was watching a sad drama or movie. This time he was the one that broke this strong woman and he wasn't proud about that. However he also didn't regret a thing and also he didn't want to change anything. He loved Masaki with all of his might and nothing could change that. Sho sighed and remained silent; no matter what he would say now it won't solve anything.

"Sho-kun... Please, tell me it was a misunderstanding... that in some sick way you wanted to teach your brother how to kiss... That you didn't..." The wounded boy didn't say a word, just lay back down on bed, closing his eyes. He fought with the urge of covering his ears not to hear the heavy sobs. This was his punishment. A punishment for something he didn't consider as a crime. Suddenly a knock to the door woke him up from the lethargy he seemed to be in. Sho opened his eyes to see his father and Masaki standing in the door. Both of them walked in after a while and the man made sure that his sons won't make anything more than eye contact. This awkward family reunion scared Sho, but all he could care about was his beloved brother who was standing near the door, afraid to look at the older boy. Nobody said a word for a longer while when the injured one took a deep breath and said quite firmly.

"Aiba-chan, everything will be okay. Don't worry... It'll be..."

"Shut up. Don't say another word! We just came here to tell you that you won't see each other ever again. You will go to the university in Europe and study Economy. You won't call us or come here ever again. Understood?"

"Dad, why Europe? He didn't..." Masaki raised his head and looked at their father with pleading eyes. Just one look of the older man was enough to make him silent. It was clearly visible that nothing will change his mind.

"You'll come home in couple of days. Focus on your studies, especially Math and English. I prepared you a room in the attic. Now your whole life will look the way I planned it. No more friends, no more eating with us, no more talking with Masaki. One more month and you'll leave the country and God help us, I never want to see you again." The man didn't say anything more, just took his wife and son and left Sho alone.

"So this is your plan? Throwing me out?" Sakurai whispered to himself and sighed. He just hoped that Aiba-chan will remember his words. He believed in them, somehow he was calm and sure that everything will be solved. Somehow, somewhere, someday... So many unsure and uncertain things yet he didn't worry. He will leave soon without permission to go back ever again. When Masaki will be 20 years old nobody will stop him from leaving home and go to Sho. If their feelings survive. It won't be easy, they will have to bear many obstacles but Sho believed they will do it. No matter what, they will be together. Just a little more pain... A bit of loneliness and lies... Pinch of coldness. If they will have that, they will get through everything. Sho stood up and went to the bathroom. While washing his hands he looked at his refection in the mirror. He had a bruise on his left eyebrow, some scratches on his cheek, probably from the buckle. Except that he was looking quite normal; physically he felt okay too, but mentally he was broken. He may believe that everything will work out, but still deep inside a small fear was constantly bugging him. What if Masaki forgets him? What if their father will send him in him to the other end of the world? What if... Questions started to flow, drowning him and leaving him without air. Before he could do anything about it, the darkness surrounded him again.

When did I made the mistake? Why you have to go through all of this alone and I am the leper? If we could only run away that time… Will you forgive me?

Coming back home was really hard, considering the fact he was thrown in the quite a cold room in the attic without any possibility of contact with anyone from the family, especially Masaki. Of course he was getting hot meals and needed things, but for his parents he was a stranger. The younger brother was treated as a victim of Sho's evil actions. The whole situation was kept as a secret; nobody should know about this awful stigma that was put on the family. Everything was swept under the rug and from the outside the Sakurais looked like before. Sho was coming straight home from school and to his cold room where he ate his dinner and studied all evening. This is how his life will look like for the nearest weeks until he graduates and will be able to leave. After days spent in the cold chamber, the boy got high fever. The only person who visited him and more or less took care of him was his mother. She didn't talk with him though. Sho was getting food, hot green tea and meds, but nothing more. His younger brother was successfully isolated. Their father made sure they won't even look at each other, but Masaki thought of some way to see the older boy though. The taller one was standing everyday around 5 PM under Sho's window, pretending that he is exercising for an hour. The shorter boy couldn't count how many times they eyes have met during those sixty minutes. However as every good thing, this one has to come to an end as well.

The airport was crowded, as usually. Many people were flying away or just came back from afar. Sho was alone, waiting for boarding, going to Europe to study Economy. Nobody came to say goodbye or even spit on him. He was sentenced for banishment and it sure looked like it. After few deep breathes he moved closer to the gate when he heard a familiar and beloved voice calling out his name. The older one turned around and tried to spot the person who was shouting. Is it possible that he was allowed to say goodbye? Is it?

"Sho! Thank God I made it..." Masaki was breathing fast; he surely ran all the way from the bus to the airport. "I had to see you before you leave..."

"You should be at school now. What will father say if..."

"I don't care. I needed to see you and ask you to wait for me. I'll be 20 soon and then nobody can tell me what to do. Please, wait for me..." The younger boy started to cry and Sho's heart was squeezed by the sight. He bit his lower lip and grabbed his brother's wrist, pulling him towards the toilets. Without saying a word he pushed the taller one in one of the cabins and hugged him real tight.

"Don't forget me. I will wait for you no matter how long will it take." Sho moved away a bit to look at the latter and smiled weakly. "Don't worry, I..." He didn't manage to finish the sentence because his lips smashed with Masaki's in an insatiable kiss. With passing time the caress became softer and when Sho was called to check in, the older stepped back and sighed.

"Sho, don't go..." The younger boy whispered and before the latter managed to answer, he shook his head. "Go. Just don't forget me..."

"I won't, Aiba-chan. And you, don't let them fool you. I trust you, Masaki. I won't say 'goodbye' because we'll see each other. The time will pass faster than you think."

"I love you. So much! I'll write letters, even if I won't be able to send them, I will write."

"I'll do the same... And I love you too... Bye..." Sakurai left before tears started to flow. He ran to the gate and in no time he was sitting in the plane who will take him to the Netherlands. Sho looked through the window, trying to empty his mind from any thought and image. Since now, the only thing he should think about are his studies, nothing more. Fortunately he was accepted to one of the best universities in the country, so this task will be easy. At least he thought so…

The flight was really long, especially for somebody who was just staring at the clouds without noticing them, trying as hard as he could not to think about the beloved one he left in Japan. When he finally got to his room on the campus, he was exhausted so he fell asleep as soon as he put his head on the pillow. Sho didn’t dream about anything and woke up after twelve hours uninterrupted sleep. He still had few days off before the semester will start, but he decided not to move from bed until the hunger will make him to do so. The boy just stared at the ceiling as if it was the most fascinating view in the world. Prettier than Masaki’s face…

Masaki… What are you doing now? How are you feeling? Are you crying? Do you think about me? Do they still treat you as a poor victim? Are you wearing your gloves? Your hands were cold, because you always forgot to wear them. Are you having fun with your friends? Does that Chiharu girl annoy you with her stupid offer? Are you still playing the victim role? Masaki, do you still love me?

So many questions, so many thoughts even though he promised himself he won't torture his mind with them. But on the other hand won't he forget that way? Won't he close his heart even for his precious Aiba-chan? So maybe not thinking at all is not good idea? But still, remembering all will break his heart for sure. Is there a compromise? Maybe if he sets a day when he will recall his beloved brother's face things will get easier for him? Just one day, once a week or month... Once a month sounds good... Sho decided... The day when he has his own Aiba Day will be twenty-fourth of each month. That way he will be able to celebrate Masaki's birthday. Suddenly the dark and cold room became warmer and brighter.

So they think they still you away? It's not possible, because you were, are and will be in my heart. They will take you away when they rip out my heart...

The first letter came after around four months. To make it even funnier, it was delivered on twenty-fourth. Sho didn't have any lecture then, so he came to his room and opened the pink envelope, which smelled like some sweet flowers. Definitely woman's perfume. Sakurai frowned and read the sentences written with pretty handwriting, shocked and somehow intrigued by it. As it occurred, the letter was from Chiharu who was informing him how happy Masaki is without him. She didn't save him very detailed descriptions of Aiba's life, trying to prove that his younger brother was doing great after he was raped by him. Yes, she used that word and it was visible by the shape of kanjis that she was really upset while writing this word. The boy didn't know if he should be happy about the fact he had an update about his beloved one or worried because the things that damn girl wrote can be true. He wanted to call home, but he couldn't. His father clearly forbid any contact with a threat that in other case he will stop paying for Sho's studies. Then the older brother won't have a place to go. He sighed and read the letter again, but only the parts about Aiba and his life, trying to distinguish lies from the truth. This was his small ritual, each time the letter came he put it away, without opening it and read them on his personal holiday. Sometimes he had three of them, sometimes one and another day none, but this was his safe harbor that kept his mind sane.

From Chiharu he found out that Masaki is studying hard and his dream about going to University of Tokyo to learn medicine. Sho knew it was a lie, because his Aiba promised him they will meet as soon as the younger brother will be twenty years old. The older one was certain that this will happen, so none of the girl's lies worried him. Moreover he was sure that those letters were his father's idea, but fortunately Sakurai wasn't bothered by them. The question was what they are telling Masaki? If they believed that the taller boy was seduced and harassed, probably they left him alone. But what if Aiba showed in any way that he misses Sho? What if he said something? What if... The questions came back, hitting him with knocking down power. The boy knelt in front of the mirror, gasping for air. This wasn't the way he wanted to spend this day, so quickly his mind wandered to the good memories, making his heart beat normal again. Sho won't let that hit him again; he believed in his beloved Masaki. No matter what.

During the first year he received two phone calls from home. First one was from his father, who coldly informed him about his mother hospitalization. Poor woman had a break down and fainted in the store. She was unconscious for two days and got an appointment with psychiatrist; that was all he could get from the man. Sho asked about Masaki, but of course all questions were cut off. He could hear his brother's voice in the background, but he couldn't catch any word. The second one was from Aiba himself. The conversation lasted less than a minute but it was heartwarming and gave the brothers hope. Both of them assured each other about their feelings and the connection was cut. Sakurai didn't know what happened, but when the letters stopped coming, he was sure that their parents found out that Masaki wasn't a victim. His thoughts were going from one extreme to another, imagining Aiba-chan in a hospital for mentally ill or skillfully denying anything they accused him for. When he was receiving those lying letters it was still a sign that the younger boy was doing fine and is beyond any suspicion. However now nothing was sure anymore.

“What they did to you, Masaki? What did they do?” Sho whispered to his reflection in the mirror and sighed. It was only half of their sentence and it became harder than he thought. In the act of desperation he wrote a letter to his father, but after extremely long month it came back with an annotation that the addressee moved out. That was the end, he didn’t know what happened to Masaki nor whether they will meet ever again. Of course he didn’t stop doubting in Aiba-chan’s feelings, that was the only thing he was sure of, but there were far too many unknowns to believe that the younger one will be allowed to leave Japan. Sho didn’t have any close friends here, because he was considered as a loner. He didn’t talk much with others, rarely went to parties and never date, even though he had few or more proposals from both sexes. After he found out that he won’t be able to learn about his brother’s whereabouts he became even more isolated from other people, having a can with beer as a friend. Alcohol let him forget about all the doubts he had and catch a breath. While he was drunk he was free from any fears and because he was responsible student he drank only on his days off. The rest time his thoughts were occupied with studies. He signed up for extra courses, because he didn't want to think about Masaki. After few more months he actually forgot about his personal holiday; actually he lost the track of time, not being sure what exactly day of the month was. In the middle of his third year he looked like a wreck; he was skinny, had dark shadows under his eyes and his eyes weren’t as shiny as before. His professors were afraid that he will fail his last exams, but he never let them down, learning fast and a lot. Just around the exams’ time he received a weird e-mail. He didn’t know the address of the sender, so at first he thought it is another spam message but he was intrigued by the subject: 191 days.

There was nothing written in the body of the message, not even one letter. Sho decided to ignore that message, however when they were coming once a week, sometimes less regularly, he was more and more curious who and why could send those messages. Because of tons of materials he had to re-read and learn he didn’t check the date that was pointed by the subject. When he could finally rest a bit between tests and when the next e-mail came, he decided to grab the calendar and check. Sakurai’s eyes widened and he gasped, when his finger touched the cold paper where a big date December 24th was shown. Masaki’s twentieth birthday… Is it possible that the younger brother found a way to contact with him? It’s true that Sho never changed his e-mail address and Aiba-chan knows him, but how he found out a way to write? And why it was only those two words? Why he couldn’t share anything more from his life? Hope came back to his life and the older brother decided to quit drinking and get a grip to look better for his beloved one. He started to exercise in the gym and seemed to be happier than before. His colleagues from university noticed it and even start to spread some rumors that he found himself a girlfriend. They were far and close from the truth, because indeed he got somebody he loves but it wasn’t a girl. Of course he kept everything as a secret, but he was shining more than ever. Sho graduated, found a job in small company who was selling sweets and rented small apartment. Everything while waiting for the date set by the messages he kept receiving. Sakurai took few days off before the special day and rested as much as his excitement let him.

I have no idea where has it started or when it will finish… We are like a spiral, that has no beginning and no end…

The long awaited dayfinally came. It was special from many different reasons, but for Sakurai there was only one reason to be happy. He didn’t know any details about Masaki’s flight; there was no such information in the last message he received. As always there was only the number of days that left until their meeting. The older one couldn’t even be sure if that really means that he will see his Aiba-chan again; it could be a stupid joke made by Chiharu or their father to torture him. However he decided to believe in his feelings. Sho put on his favorite jeans, a shirt and warm jacket and went to the airport first thing in the morning. There was only one flight from Japan around noon, but there was no proof that Masaki will arrive with this particular one. They moved, but nobody said if they still lived in the same country. Their father was a good office worker in an international company so he could be transferred practically everywhere. As Sakurai expected his brother didn’t get off from the plane that came from Tokyo, so he decided to wait more. Through passing hours he was wandering around the airport, trying to remain sane and not losing hope. After the whole day spent on the arrival hall Sho sighed and gave up. It seemed that somebody made a stupid prank that squeezed his heart again and he finally admitted that it was over. He won’t see the person he loved the most ever again. Resigned, the older brother slowly shuffled towards the exit trying to hold up his tears when he felt a soft pat on his shoulder. He turned around just to see the most beautiful brown eyes, which were as shiny as his now and gentle smile he loved so much.

“Sho-chan…” This was the only word Masaki could whisper, before sobs had choked him. Sakurai pulled the younger one in a tight embrace, trying to calm him down, even though he was in exact the same state. The time has stopped and nothing else mattered, just the fact that they were together again. The shorter man helped the latter with the luggage and took him to his apartment. At first no words were needed; they just sat on the floor, hugging each other and kissing. After a short while Sho moved away just to look at his beloved one.

“You didn’t change a bit…” The older one smiled and moved some wisps from Masaki’s face. “Maybe your hair got a bit longer than I remember…”

“You see me after over three years and this is all you have to say?” Aiba giggled and cuddled closer, as if he was afraid he will lose Sho again if he moved even an inch away.

“How did you know where exactly I am? And how did you get here?”

“By plane…”

“Masaki…”

"What do you expect me to say? I just counted the days until I am able to see you again... Three years, eight months and ten days. One thousand three hundred and forty-five days... Thirty-two thousands two hundred and eighty hours..."

"One million nine hundred thirty-six thousand eight hundred seconds..." Sho smiled and kept playing with the latter's quite brownish now hair. Of course he counted as well, even when he forgot about Masaki, he still had hope that they will meet exactly that day. His Aiba was again in his arms and that was the most important. Although he didn't receive any answer.

"Masaki, tell me. How did you manage to come here?"

"I escaped... At first they treated me as your victim, with lots of caution... That crazy girl tried to make me become her boyfriend. Sho-chan, I was so lonely..." The younger one sniffed a few times and wiped out the tears that ran down his cheeks. Sho bit his lower lip and pulled the latter closer, pecking his temple.

"You won't be anymore... I promise..." The older one whispered and smiled gently.

"She tried to kiss me... I didn't allow her to do so... All in all they were really careful. And then Chiharu..." Aiba trembled while saying her name. "That girl started to come to our house. Talked with mum, she acted like my girlfriend. I didn't know what to do... I didn't want to pretend that you are monster. I couldn't show how much I miss you... It hurt so bad that..."

"Shhh, you don't have to say anything."

"I want to." Masaki moved away a bit and looked at his beloved one. "I had enough, so I started thinking about contacting with you. And I did... but they heard me and we had to move away. Father wanted to crush my feelings for you... He beat me whenever I said your name... I counted the days until nobody could stop me from coming to you."

"How did you find me?" Sho whispered and tangled their fingers together.

"I found an envelope with an address when Chiharu came once to our place, before we moved, but I was afraid to contact you. Then I started a language course so I could go to the library at the university. I decided to remind you that I didn't forget you... Sho, I didn't have anyone else, only you..."

"I know, Masaki. Me neither."

"Sho-chan... Make love to me..." Aiba whispered, looking straight in Sho's eyes. This was more than enough for the older one to press his hungry lips to the latter’s, kissing like never before. Just as if he wanted to show how much he missed him… Like it was possible… After a while, that seemed to be a split of a second, Sakurai moved away, gasping for air and looked at his brother.

“You should rest after the flight…”

“I waited for your touch for almost four years… Please, don’t make me wait another second…” Aiba-chan looked at him with lust in his chocolate eyes and all dams were broken. The older man pulled his beloved one and kissed him again, this time slower, enjoying the taste he already forgot. Masaki pushed Sho on the floor and straddled him, never freeing his lips. When they both needed air, the younger one moved just an inch away, looking at Sakurai and slowly taking off his upper clothes. No words were necessary; they were enjoying the touch and physical contact they both missed so much. In no time all clothes were thrown around the room and the now naked men were glued again to each other, kissing, pecking, licking and sucking all parts of their bodies they could reach.

“Masaki… Let’s go to bed… More comfortable…” The shorter man whispered huskily and received a hurried nod as a reply. In no time they found themselves in the bedroom, but Sho stopped in the middle of the chamber, admiring the view he had. A slightly tanned naked body, with barely visible abs’ outline and the sexiest birthmark on his left shoulder he had ever seen. Suddenly he desired to kiss that nevus, lick it and suck it. And so he did, sneaking behind his Aiba-chan, holding his waist and caressing the shoulder with his lips and tongue.

“Sho-chan, what are you doing?”

“Enjoying…” The older one whispered and continued his wet journey. His left hand moved to the front, stroking Masaki’s stomach and heading lower, to his semi-hard member. “Aiba-chan… I want to see your birthmark all the time tonight…” Sakurai whispered and slowly walked to the bed, pushing his brother towards it. When the taller man’s knees touched the edge of the mattress the older one stopped and grabbed the latter’s member in tight grip, stroking it slowly and lazily without stopping the birthmark caresses. Soon Masaki started to thrust in Sakurai’s hand, moaning quietly and breathing faster. The world spun around when the taller man pressed his butt to Sho’s hardening member, rubbing it and sending pleasurable shivers down his spine. The air in the room became hotter and when Sho felt that his brother’s knees are shaking, he gently pushed him on bed, making him lay on his side.

“Lube?” The shorter man gasped the word, not able to say anything more.

“In my bag… Back pocket…” Aiba-chan didn’t move an inch, waiting patiently for his lover to come back. Sho found the bottle quite fast and gently lay down behind his brother, touching his hip and getting back to kissing his birthmark. The pop sound was really distant, because Sakurai focused only on the man in front of him and his hot moans. Sho’s hand moved to Masaki’s butt cheek, squeezing it and reaching the crack, rubbing the skin there. The older man felt how the latter is melting under his touch when he poured some cold liquid on his fingers and pressed one of them to the pink ring of muscles.

“Are you ready?” Sakurai whispered and when the latter nodded again he slowly pushed his finger inside, feeling how the tight walls are swallowing it. Only the image of that tightness around his rock hard member now could make him pass the edge, but after few deep breaths he cooled off a bit. The older one fingered the man in front of him carefully to cause less pain but also tried to loosen him up as much as possible. Soon second finger joined and he speeded up, moving them in and out faster, touching the nerves’ bulge from time to time.

“Sho-chan… I… I want you already…” Masaki sounded as if he was about to cry, so the shorter one nodded and lift his brother’s leg, positioning himself. It took a lot of self-control not to thrust in one go when he felt the hotness around his member. He moved inch by inch until he was fully inside and started to suck Aiba-chan’s birthmark again. After he made sure he could, he started to thrust, pressing his brother’s body to his, rocking their hips together slowly at first, speeding up after he felt that he could. The sound of clashing bodies mixed with their hot moans filled the air when Masaki stopped every movement and tried to say something.

“What? I didn’t understand…”

“I want to see you… Please, let me see you…” Aiba-chan gasped, almost crying and Sho slipped out of him, just to slide back in after the latter was on his back. The older one saw traces of tears at his lover’s face and he frowned, worried.

“Masaki… Are you okay? Did I hurt you?!” Sakurai asked, scared.

“No… I am fine… It’s just that… I missed this so damn much that… When I felt you again… I…” Shiny brown eyes were looking at Sho, pleadingly. “Move… Please, let me feel you more…”

“I love you Masaki…” The older one whispered, kissing the tears away and thrusting in a steady rhythm, not letting the latter answer, because soon he kissed him sweetly. With every thrust both of them were closing to their climax and when Sho reached between their joined bodies and started to pump his brother’s leaking member he felt that the latter is really close. The walls tightened around him, making it harder to move and when he felt warm Aiba’s juice on his hand, he crossed the edge as well, falling on top of the taller man, breathless.

“I love you Sho-chan… So much… Please, promise me that nothing and nobody will separate us ever again…” Masaki pleaded, cuddling real close, as if he was trying to become one.

“I won’t let that happen.” Sakurai moved slightly away to look at his beloved one and smiled. “You want to take a shower or are you too tired for this?”

“I… I can’t move.” Aiba-chan giggled and looked down at his stomach. “But I am sticky…”

“I’ll take care of that.” Sho stood up and went to the bathroom, coming back with a wet cloth. He gently washed his brother off of sweat and semen and after a while he lay back down on the bed. The latter immediately cuddled to his side and sighed.

“Something’s wrong?”

“No, everything is perfect. At last it is… I feel like dreaming…OUCH!” Masaki squealed when the older man pinched his side. “Okay I am awake…” Aiba giggled and looked at his brother. “What now?”

“Well, now I think we need some sleep… It was quite exhausting day and…”

“No… I meant what will we do now? Stay here, in the Netherlands or go back to Japan? I… I don’t think I will be able to find a job here and… We can’t go back, what if our father will find us? We can be put in jail and…”

“Masaki… You just got here, please don’t think about it… Let’s enjoy being like this…”

“Yes, you are right… I… I am just scared that I will have to live without you again… Sorry…”

“No need to apologize.” Sho hugged the latter tighter and smiled, pecking his forehead. “Sleep… We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

“I love you… I always will… I just simply love… you…” Aiba-chan whispered and drifted away to dreamland. The older one stayed awake for a longer while, wondering how their life will look like now. Of course they will have to hide their true identity and the fact they are brothers, but it was doable. Harder if they would like to go back to Japan, but not impossible. Whatever they will do, they will be together, just like this. Embraced, loving, caring and hoping and dreaming. Now. In the future. Forever.

I was unbelievably deep in love. Secrets that left the appearance of a spiral...