Lost & Found - Episode 1 Part 3
Title : Lost & Found
Chapter Title : Setback and Confusion
Setting : Hidarime Tantei EYE - Post Special Drama
Summary : What if at the end, Ainosuke's resolve crumbles, leaving him vulnerable in front of his older brother. What will Ainosuke do? And how will Yumeto react to the drastic decision his baby brother had come onto?
Rating : K+
Yoshida stared at the silent and absolutely miserable bundle that was currently lying curled up beside him on the bed that he was sitting on. His eyes were both sad and confused.
He was fairly sure that, only yesterday, the teen was still laughing happily. Chattering non-stop during dinner about how fun the day was. That new pet of his was no better. Running around the apartment and barking every so often.
Speaking of the pet…
He looked at down at the fox like dog who seemed to be affected by its owner mood. When the both of them came back, Rin had whined sadly, ears flat against his head and tail limp behind it. It had tottered silently at Ainosuke’s legs as the boy walked spiritlessly to his room, occasionally nuzzled its head against the boy’s legs. It was now lying on the bed, curled up next to its owner, seemingly content to stay there as long as Ainosuke did, whining softly. Loyal to the end.
His attention shifted back to the boy who had his back to him, not even bother to change his clothes. What had happened to make him act like this again?
Sighing heavily, knowing that no matter what he said he was not going to get anything from him, he grabbed a blanket and then proceeded to tuck him in. His worry spiked up dangerously when Ainosuke made no move to stop him. The boy just laid there, seemingly unaware of his surroundings, silent tears cascading down his cheeks.
Helplessness filled his heart and he rested his hand on top of the messy hair for a while before standing up and withdrawing his hand.
“I’ll be in the living room if you need me.”
No answer. Not that he expected one. He turned around and walked out of the room. At the door though, he looked back the unmoving lump on the bed worriedly one last time before closing the door. He had a phone call to make.
xxx
Sayama Hitomi was utterly confused.
She had been walking to her friend’s, Kato, office when said friend turned up the corner. She had raised her hand to wave at him, only to have it seized and then she was dragged away. When she asked - well, it was more like yelled, but, hey, she was annoyed - demanding to know where he was dragging her to, he had only said one word. Yet, that one word had succeeded in shutting her up and made her followed him without any qualms.
The other police officers had sent her odd look when she crashed in the police car, but none of them voiced out their opinion. They had seen her often enough during these three months that they’re used to her presence. But none of these things really registered in her mind. She was too eager and worried about what was awaiting her - them - in the crime scene to care about them.
Yet, now she stood awkwardly, commoner in the midst of police officers and victims, knew absolutely nothing to do, and most importantly, with no Ainosuke in sight. One person though, looked as restless as she was.
“I don’t see him anywhere, Kato-san.”
The police officer beside her shook his head, bewildered.
“Me neither. But he was here.”
She turned to stare at him, silently urging him to elaborate further. He silently handed her a drawing book. She raised an eyebrow at him - which was answered by gesture for her to open it - flipped the cover page, and had to bite back a gasp.
There, drawn in children crayon, was a picture of masked men. She traced her fingers through the lines, basking in the familiarity of the strokes that made up the picture. Wordlessly, she flipped through the book. The next page pictured a car, then a cartoon chick, a dog, doves, then number 10 20 30 each in a box. The last page though, was what grabbed her attention the most.
“You are intrigued by this one too?”
She looked up to see Kato watching her then shifted his gaze to the drawing book. He then pointed at the writing at the bottom of the drawing, asking her to do the same. Her eyebrows furrowed when she read the writing there.
‘Sano Mai’
Then at the bottom left corner of the page, written in a slightly smaller handwriting was ‘Kato-san, please protect her.’
“This is…”
She trailed off as she turned her head to stare questioningly at her friend. Kato sighed and put his hands in his pockets, eyes staring ahead.
“An evident. As the pictures are drawn by a witness, I am obliged to submit and report it to the chief police officer in charge of this kidnapping case.”
The school nurse nodded in understanding.
“What did the other witnesses say about him?”
“Nothing much,” he answered as he started to walk away. She quickly fell in step with him as they approached the other police officers who were trying to console the dejected parents. He elaborated for her.
“Only the wife saw him. From what she said, a boy helped her to call the police while she called her husband. The boy in question then asked if she had a paper and pencil. She gave him her child’s drawing book and set of crayons. Just after this boy finished the drawing, a man came and fetched him away, only seconds before her husband came.”
She looked at Kato’s face. He was frowning while staring at the young parents. She knew that he had something on his mind that had not been answered by the crying mother’s testimony.
“What is it, Kato-san?”
“Remember when I said I told Ainosuke-kun what happened that day he was kidnapped?”
She nodded wearily, sensing her friend’s confusion.
“I was quite sure that he cried then.”
“Huh?”
Kato sighed and ran his hand through his hair. A gesture that she had come to notice as a frustrated gesture.
“Just before he closed the connection, I swear I heard a sob-like sound from him. But when I asked the wife, she said she didn’t notice anything wrong with the boy.”
Sayama shook her head in exasperation. Really, sometimes Kato can be very unreasonable and dense. She put her hand on his shoulder and regarded him sternly.
“Kato-san, you honestly think she would notice those things when her child had just been taken away from her like that?”
He blinked at her, dumbfounded, and she had to resist the urge to smack him hard on his head. He then shook his head at her.
“Anyway, I am in so much trouble here.”
She raised her eyebrow at him, dropping her hand back to her side.
“Why is that?”
He gestured to the drawing book she still clutched in her hand.
“Ainosuke-kun wrote my name in there. Now I am sure that whoever it is who will be in charge for this case will breathe down my neck to get an answer.”
Sayama sighed tiredly, rubbing her arm, trying to warm herself up against the cold January wind.
“Then, I suggest you should just tell that person the truth. That is the best that we can do, isn’t it? We can use some ally here as well.”
She moved her gaze to Kato at the end of her question and found him frowning at nothing in particular. He then shook his head and proceeded to take the drawing book away from the school nurse.
“I hope it is that simple,” he said as he walked away towards the patrol car.
xxx
I’m in a deep trouble, was what gone through Kato’s mind at the moment.
He knew the second he saw detective Fukuchi walked into the conference room that he was in for a very difficult time later. And that time was now.
After all officers finished their report and they were dismissed, detective Fukuchi had called him and asked him to stay back for a while. So, now he was standing in front of the desk while detective Fukuchi packed the documents and put them into his briefcase.
“Do you know there is one particular cell in our prison that has the maximum security available?”
Kato raised an eyebrow at the seemingly random question as it pulled him out of his self-pitying session. But, knowing how great of a detective this man was, somehow, he knew that whatever the detective had in mind right now definitely had a connection to the kidnapping case in a way or another.
“I’ve heard of it,” he answered cautiously.
“Do you happen to hear who is in it as well?” The older man asked again, his eyes still transfixed on the task of packing the documents.
“Honestly, sir? No.”
He watched in silent as the older man clasped his briefcase close and looked up to look at him, face set in an expressionless mask.
“The fake terrorist case three months ago, the one you and your previous partner - Ohuchi Kenjo, am I right? - were in charge of, do you remember about it?”
Kato’s eyebrow rose even higher at the sudden change in - seemingly unrelated - topic. Still, otherwise, he kept his face impassive although inside he was scowling fiercely at his superior officer.
Let me think… Wasn’t it the day Ainosuke-kun got kidnapped? Right here in this police station! Of course I remember!
Outside though, he nodded and said, “As clear as if it happened yesterday.”
Detective Fukuchi mimicked his gesture and asked one last question, “Do you know who was behind the whole thing?”
Kato sighed tiredly. He was feeling like a criminal being interrogated like this.
“I heard things,” he looked up to look at his superior officer on the eye, “From what I gathered, it was a criminal organization led by someone called the crime planner.”
“That is who we had in our most secured cell. The former, before the current one overthrew this one.”
“What?”
“That is who-”
“Yes, I heard you,” he cut Fukuchi’s statement, feeling annoyed and surprised at the same time. “Why are you telling me this?”
The older detective sighed and took a seat, gesturing to him to do the same. He complied, albeit warily, dragging a chair so the he could sit at the other side of the desk, right across his superior officer.
“The boy who was taken three months ago,” the older started and he felt himself tensed at the choice of topic, “I was told that you are one of a few people who last seen him before he was kidnapped.”
He nodded silently although that was more of a statement rather than a question. If it was even possible, his body stature was ever tenser than before.
“This same boy, from what I heard, also knew where the next attack will be before that attack happened. If I was the crime planner it is only right for me to take him away too. If possible silence him forever.”
His eyes widened at the older statement and he opened his mouth to protest. However, before he could get a sound out, detective Fukuchi had beaten him to it.
“But this boy is still alive.”
He promptly closed his mouth as Fukuchi stared at him with piercing eyes.
“And now, you reported that this same boy had called the police to report a kidnapping case and left us hints before disappearing once again.”
He could only watch as Fukuchi leaned back into his chair, too tensed to do the same.
“I seriously cannot think of any possible explanation for this. So, I gave that laptop you managed to protect three months ago to the crime planner inside that cell. If someone could unlock it, I figured that one who was in the same position would have the best shot.”
“Is that save?” He asked, realizing how dangerous the stunt that his commanding officer had taken.
“Not entirely, but quite,” Fukuchi sat straight back, “There’s one thing I know for sure though. This whole incident rotates around this boy we’re talking about. We need to find him”
Kato gulped when his superior officer looked at him sternly.
“Tanaka Ainosuke is the key to solve these cases.”
xxx
Yumeto opened the door, making sure that it didn’t creak. Turning back, he caught sight of the older man smirking knowingly at him and he had to scowl. He made a shooing gesture with his hand and, not wanting to irritate the worried older brother more, Yoshida complied, pulling the door closed with a soft click.
The crime planner turned his gaze to the dark room he was inside of now. The curtain was not drawn and his eyes could, with some squinting, see that distinct outline of the interior of the room. His baby brother’s room.
He sighed heavily.
He certainly was getting soft. Coming here just because Yoshida said Ainosuke looked down after the whole kidnapping incident.
Well, it was not ‘just because’ reason, but one would expect something colder from a crime planner. It was something perfectly understandable, though, for a big brother to do. And now, he acted as Ainosuke’s older brother and not a crime planner. Even if he could only do this when his little brother was asleep.
Only when Ainosuke was asleep did he allow himself to offer some kind of support for his little brother. However small that support may be.
His bare feet made no sound against the cold floor as he padded across the room, around the bed to stand in front of his slumbering brother. The moonlight that came from the window was just enough for him to have a good look at his brother’s face - his brother’s tear-stained face - and felt his heart broke.
(flashback)
He waited impatiently in front of an apartment door, his unconscious brother in his arms, looking small and fragile. Letting out a frustrated growl, he kicked the door none-too-softly again a few times.
“Come on Yoshida, open the door!”
A frantic sound from inside can be heard and, finally, the door opened, revealing a disgruntled Yoshida. The older man looked annoyed for a while before the look on his face was replaced to surprise then, when he got a good look the boy in his leader arms, alarm.
Yumeto pushed his way in and made his way to the spare bedroom he knew was inside the apartment. Knowing the older was right behind him, he pushed the door open and quickly made his way to the bed, lowering his brother onto it gently.
“Yumeto-san, he is…?”
He turned to face the ex-bomber, face as serious as he had ever been.
“Yoshida, will you follow me?”
A stunned look passed on Yoshida’s face for a blink of an eye before the older regained his composure.
“Of course.”
“Even if it is against the organization’s rule?”
“Yes,” was said firmly, without hesitation.
Pleased with the older man’s answer, he allowed a ghost of smile decorated his face.
“Then, do me a favor.”
“Anything.”
He turned to his little brother, slowly lowering himself to sit on the mattress. He reached out a hand to caress his brother’s hair, eyes full of sadness and pain.
“Please look after my little brother.”
(end of flashback)
Copying what he had done before, he sat on the bed silently, hand reaching out to stroke his brother’s hair gently.
“I am so sorry, Ainosuke. Just… hang in there, alright? Please don’t break down on me like this.”
His words came out as whisper, loud enough in the silence of the night room. He sat there for minutes, wanting but unwilling to leave his little brother’s side once he was there. Finally, he sighed and withdrew his hand before standing up.
He looked down on his brother and, allowing a small smile to break through his emotionless façade, leaned down to press a kiss on his brother’s forehead, murmuring his last message.
“I’m so sorry.”
Straightening himself, he watched his brother for a second longer before turning around and walked out of the room.
Once the sound of the door being closed was heard, the boy on the bed opened his eyes. His grip on the bed sheet tightened and he made a small sob before burying his face onto his pillow.
k59: 1st author's note here :D.. just want ur opinion, if that's ok.. do u think the chapters r too long? btw, i saw the video^^~! Ryo-chan's going to play a new drama, 'Risou no Musuko'! i can't wait^^~ n i soooo love 'Beat Line'!! oh my gosh, i'm literally screeching right now:)..
Chapter Title : Setback and Confusion
Setting : Hidarime Tantei EYE - Post Special Drama
Summary : What if at the end, Ainosuke's resolve crumbles, leaving him vulnerable in front of his older brother. What will Ainosuke do? And how will Yumeto react to the drastic decision his baby brother had come onto?
Rating : K+
Yoshida stared at the silent and absolutely miserable bundle that was currently lying curled up beside him on the bed that he was sitting on. His eyes were both sad and confused.
He was fairly sure that, only yesterday, the teen was still laughing happily. Chattering non-stop during dinner about how fun the day was. That new pet of his was no better. Running around the apartment and barking every so often.
Speaking of the pet…
He looked at down at the fox like dog who seemed to be affected by its owner mood. When the both of them came back, Rin had whined sadly, ears flat against his head and tail limp behind it. It had tottered silently at Ainosuke’s legs as the boy walked spiritlessly to his room, occasionally nuzzled its head against the boy’s legs. It was now lying on the bed, curled up next to its owner, seemingly content to stay there as long as Ainosuke did, whining softly. Loyal to the end.
His attention shifted back to the boy who had his back to him, not even bother to change his clothes. What had happened to make him act like this again?
Sighing heavily, knowing that no matter what he said he was not going to get anything from him, he grabbed a blanket and then proceeded to tuck him in. His worry spiked up dangerously when Ainosuke made no move to stop him. The boy just laid there, seemingly unaware of his surroundings, silent tears cascading down his cheeks.
Helplessness filled his heart and he rested his hand on top of the messy hair for a while before standing up and withdrawing his hand.
“I’ll be in the living room if you need me.”
No answer. Not that he expected one. He turned around and walked out of the room. At the door though, he looked back the unmoving lump on the bed worriedly one last time before closing the door. He had a phone call to make.
xxx
Sayama Hitomi was utterly confused.
She had been walking to her friend’s, Kato, office when said friend turned up the corner. She had raised her hand to wave at him, only to have it seized and then she was dragged away. When she asked - well, it was more like yelled, but, hey, she was annoyed - demanding to know where he was dragging her to, he had only said one word. Yet, that one word had succeeded in shutting her up and made her followed him without any qualms.
The other police officers had sent her odd look when she crashed in the police car, but none of them voiced out their opinion. They had seen her often enough during these three months that they’re used to her presence. But none of these things really registered in her mind. She was too eager and worried about what was awaiting her - them - in the crime scene to care about them.
Yet, now she stood awkwardly, commoner in the midst of police officers and victims, knew absolutely nothing to do, and most importantly, with no Ainosuke in sight. One person though, looked as restless as she was.
“I don’t see him anywhere, Kato-san.”
The police officer beside her shook his head, bewildered.
“Me neither. But he was here.”
She turned to stare at him, silently urging him to elaborate further. He silently handed her a drawing book. She raised an eyebrow at him - which was answered by gesture for her to open it - flipped the cover page, and had to bite back a gasp.
There, drawn in children crayon, was a picture of masked men. She traced her fingers through the lines, basking in the familiarity of the strokes that made up the picture. Wordlessly, she flipped through the book. The next page pictured a car, then a cartoon chick, a dog, doves, then number 10 20 30 each in a box. The last page though, was what grabbed her attention the most.
“You are intrigued by this one too?”
She looked up to see Kato watching her then shifted his gaze to the drawing book. He then pointed at the writing at the bottom of the drawing, asking her to do the same. Her eyebrows furrowed when she read the writing there.
‘Sano Mai’
Then at the bottom left corner of the page, written in a slightly smaller handwriting was ‘Kato-san, please protect her.’
“This is…”
She trailed off as she turned her head to stare questioningly at her friend. Kato sighed and put his hands in his pockets, eyes staring ahead.
“An evident. As the pictures are drawn by a witness, I am obliged to submit and report it to the chief police officer in charge of this kidnapping case.”
The school nurse nodded in understanding.
“What did the other witnesses say about him?”
“Nothing much,” he answered as he started to walk away. She quickly fell in step with him as they approached the other police officers who were trying to console the dejected parents. He elaborated for her.
“Only the wife saw him. From what she said, a boy helped her to call the police while she called her husband. The boy in question then asked if she had a paper and pencil. She gave him her child’s drawing book and set of crayons. Just after this boy finished the drawing, a man came and fetched him away, only seconds before her husband came.”
She looked at Kato’s face. He was frowning while staring at the young parents. She knew that he had something on his mind that had not been answered by the crying mother’s testimony.
“What is it, Kato-san?”
“Remember when I said I told Ainosuke-kun what happened that day he was kidnapped?”
She nodded wearily, sensing her friend’s confusion.
“I was quite sure that he cried then.”
“Huh?”
Kato sighed and ran his hand through his hair. A gesture that she had come to notice as a frustrated gesture.
“Just before he closed the connection, I swear I heard a sob-like sound from him. But when I asked the wife, she said she didn’t notice anything wrong with the boy.”
Sayama shook her head in exasperation. Really, sometimes Kato can be very unreasonable and dense. She put her hand on his shoulder and regarded him sternly.
“Kato-san, you honestly think she would notice those things when her child had just been taken away from her like that?”
He blinked at her, dumbfounded, and she had to resist the urge to smack him hard on his head. He then shook his head at her.
“Anyway, I am in so much trouble here.”
She raised her eyebrow at him, dropping her hand back to her side.
“Why is that?”
He gestured to the drawing book she still clutched in her hand.
“Ainosuke-kun wrote my name in there. Now I am sure that whoever it is who will be in charge for this case will breathe down my neck to get an answer.”
Sayama sighed tiredly, rubbing her arm, trying to warm herself up against the cold January wind.
“Then, I suggest you should just tell that person the truth. That is the best that we can do, isn’t it? We can use some ally here as well.”
She moved her gaze to Kato at the end of her question and found him frowning at nothing in particular. He then shook his head and proceeded to take the drawing book away from the school nurse.
“I hope it is that simple,” he said as he walked away towards the patrol car.
xxx
I’m in a deep trouble, was what gone through Kato’s mind at the moment.
He knew the second he saw detective Fukuchi walked into the conference room that he was in for a very difficult time later. And that time was now.
After all officers finished their report and they were dismissed, detective Fukuchi had called him and asked him to stay back for a while. So, now he was standing in front of the desk while detective Fukuchi packed the documents and put them into his briefcase.
“Do you know there is one particular cell in our prison that has the maximum security available?”
Kato raised an eyebrow at the seemingly random question as it pulled him out of his self-pitying session. But, knowing how great of a detective this man was, somehow, he knew that whatever the detective had in mind right now definitely had a connection to the kidnapping case in a way or another.
“I’ve heard of it,” he answered cautiously.
“Do you happen to hear who is in it as well?” The older man asked again, his eyes still transfixed on the task of packing the documents.
“Honestly, sir? No.”
He watched in silent as the older man clasped his briefcase close and looked up to look at him, face set in an expressionless mask.
“The fake terrorist case three months ago, the one you and your previous partner - Ohuchi Kenjo, am I right? - were in charge of, do you remember about it?”
Kato’s eyebrow rose even higher at the sudden change in - seemingly unrelated - topic. Still, otherwise, he kept his face impassive although inside he was scowling fiercely at his superior officer.
Let me think… Wasn’t it the day Ainosuke-kun got kidnapped? Right here in this police station! Of course I remember!
Outside though, he nodded and said, “As clear as if it happened yesterday.”
Detective Fukuchi mimicked his gesture and asked one last question, “Do you know who was behind the whole thing?”
Kato sighed tiredly. He was feeling like a criminal being interrogated like this.
“I heard things,” he looked up to look at his superior officer on the eye, “From what I gathered, it was a criminal organization led by someone called the crime planner.”
“That is who we had in our most secured cell. The former, before the current one overthrew this one.”
“What?”
“That is who-”
“Yes, I heard you,” he cut Fukuchi’s statement, feeling annoyed and surprised at the same time. “Why are you telling me this?”
The older detective sighed and took a seat, gesturing to him to do the same. He complied, albeit warily, dragging a chair so the he could sit at the other side of the desk, right across his superior officer.
“The boy who was taken three months ago,” the older started and he felt himself tensed at the choice of topic, “I was told that you are one of a few people who last seen him before he was kidnapped.”
He nodded silently although that was more of a statement rather than a question. If it was even possible, his body stature was ever tenser than before.
“This same boy, from what I heard, also knew where the next attack will be before that attack happened. If I was the crime planner it is only right for me to take him away too. If possible silence him forever.”
His eyes widened at the older statement and he opened his mouth to protest. However, before he could get a sound out, detective Fukuchi had beaten him to it.
“But this boy is still alive.”
He promptly closed his mouth as Fukuchi stared at him with piercing eyes.
“And now, you reported that this same boy had called the police to report a kidnapping case and left us hints before disappearing once again.”
He could only watch as Fukuchi leaned back into his chair, too tensed to do the same.
“I seriously cannot think of any possible explanation for this. So, I gave that laptop you managed to protect three months ago to the crime planner inside that cell. If someone could unlock it, I figured that one who was in the same position would have the best shot.”
“Is that save?” He asked, realizing how dangerous the stunt that his commanding officer had taken.
“Not entirely, but quite,” Fukuchi sat straight back, “There’s one thing I know for sure though. This whole incident rotates around this boy we’re talking about. We need to find him”
Kato gulped when his superior officer looked at him sternly.
“Tanaka Ainosuke is the key to solve these cases.”
xxx
Yumeto opened the door, making sure that it didn’t creak. Turning back, he caught sight of the older man smirking knowingly at him and he had to scowl. He made a shooing gesture with his hand and, not wanting to irritate the worried older brother more, Yoshida complied, pulling the door closed with a soft click.
The crime planner turned his gaze to the dark room he was inside of now. The curtain was not drawn and his eyes could, with some squinting, see that distinct outline of the interior of the room. His baby brother’s room.
He sighed heavily.
He certainly was getting soft. Coming here just because Yoshida said Ainosuke looked down after the whole kidnapping incident.
Well, it was not ‘just because’ reason, but one would expect something colder from a crime planner. It was something perfectly understandable, though, for a big brother to do. And now, he acted as Ainosuke’s older brother and not a crime planner. Even if he could only do this when his little brother was asleep.
Only when Ainosuke was asleep did he allow himself to offer some kind of support for his little brother. However small that support may be.
His bare feet made no sound against the cold floor as he padded across the room, around the bed to stand in front of his slumbering brother. The moonlight that came from the window was just enough for him to have a good look at his brother’s face - his brother’s tear-stained face - and felt his heart broke.
(flashback)
He waited impatiently in front of an apartment door, his unconscious brother in his arms, looking small and fragile. Letting out a frustrated growl, he kicked the door none-too-softly again a few times.
“Come on Yoshida, open the door!”
A frantic sound from inside can be heard and, finally, the door opened, revealing a disgruntled Yoshida. The older man looked annoyed for a while before the look on his face was replaced to surprise then, when he got a good look the boy in his leader arms, alarm.
Yumeto pushed his way in and made his way to the spare bedroom he knew was inside the apartment. Knowing the older was right behind him, he pushed the door open and quickly made his way to the bed, lowering his brother onto it gently.
“Yumeto-san, he is…?”
He turned to face the ex-bomber, face as serious as he had ever been.
“Yoshida, will you follow me?”
A stunned look passed on Yoshida’s face for a blink of an eye before the older regained his composure.
“Of course.”
“Even if it is against the organization’s rule?”
“Yes,” was said firmly, without hesitation.
Pleased with the older man’s answer, he allowed a ghost of smile decorated his face.
“Then, do me a favor.”
“Anything.”
He turned to his little brother, slowly lowering himself to sit on the mattress. He reached out a hand to caress his brother’s hair, eyes full of sadness and pain.
“Please look after my little brother.”
(end of flashback)
Copying what he had done before, he sat on the bed silently, hand reaching out to stroke his brother’s hair gently.
“I am so sorry, Ainosuke. Just… hang in there, alright? Please don’t break down on me like this.”
His words came out as whisper, loud enough in the silence of the night room. He sat there for minutes, wanting but unwilling to leave his little brother’s side once he was there. Finally, he sighed and withdrew his hand before standing up.
He looked down on his brother and, allowing a small smile to break through his emotionless façade, leaned down to press a kiss on his brother’s forehead, murmuring his last message.
“I’m so sorry.”
Straightening himself, he watched his brother for a second longer before turning around and walked out of the room.
Once the sound of the door being closed was heard, the boy on the bed opened his eyes. His grip on the bed sheet tightened and he made a small sob before burying his face onto his pillow.
k59: 1st author's note here :D.. just want ur opinion, if that's ok.. do u think the chapters r too long? btw, i saw the video^^~! Ryo-chan's going to play a new drama, 'Risou no Musuko'! i can't wait^^~ n i soooo love 'Beat Line'!! oh my gosh, i'm literally screeching right now:)..