Black Hole Sun

It was all so real, so frighteningly real and he wanted to pinch himself. The figment of a man stepped closer, his characteristic cool expression on his face that he’d had since they were young. Hattori had always been the stickler of the group, so hellbent on following the rules and not branching out. Raijin had tried too many times to count to get him to loosen up, to have some fun once in a while, but he’d never quite been able to crack through that outer shell. Not like Take had been able to. He wasn’t a fool as to not see that his twin and their cousin had had a far better relationship than Tori and he did. Take had been the one the heir had called on for everything, the one he had trusted the most. Raijin had really just been along for the ride, shoving himself in the middle despite Hattori’s protests because, damnit, they were cousins and the closest in line to succession. Only the three of them could really understand what that meant and how it affected them, both physically and mentally.

The figure demanded to know what happened and the Genji man flinched, a grimace on his lips. ”Why do you always ask me this? You know. You know what happened. You died, you went over that god damn cliff and left me alone with Take’s fucking corpse. I buried my brother and buried an empty grave for you. The only two I ever gave a shit about. You didn’t even take me with you, you bastards. You always wanted to leave me out, and this time I couldn’t follow you into the void. Not yet,” he said, his voice gruff with anger, his lips drawing back until his teeth were bared. His chest ached so god damn much, he wanted it to stop.