Blink | By : yeagerbomb Category: Gravitation > General Views: 2675 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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I walked in the door and slunk through the house to my bedroom of the past nearly thirteen years. I saw my mother in the kitchen, as beautiful as she ever was, making dinner. I elected not to go that way, and went around. If I went through the kitchen, she would talk to me. She would notice the shake in my voice, the tears in my eyes. And she wouldn’t stand for it. I would be locked in my bedroom for weeks.
I went into my and Tatsuha’s room and flung myself onto my bed. I lay there, silently crying. I had been in this room since my first birthday, thirteen years in four days. Tatsuha had moved in six years after me, and we just had an amazing connection. I could make him stop crying every time when was a baby. It had made me feel so important, and whenever I had come home crying, he would just look at me and smile his little grin, making me feel so much better. But he was eight now, and it wasn’t so simple anymore.
Soon enough, Tatsuha came home from school and walked into the bedroom, on the verge of tears himself. I looked up at him, my pillow sopping and tears staining my cheeks. He closed the door, and I pulled him into a hug. We sat on my bed, each of us crying for reasons unknown to the other, until we were called to dinner. We wiped away all signs, and walked out smiling and talking.
Mother was a beautiful woman. She had long black hair, like Tatsuha’s, and dark lips, the shade of a crimson rose stained in blood. Her eyes were dark brown and her ivory skin stood out so well against them. She was thin and tall, and I loved her as a son should, but I sometimes wondered if she returned those feelings.
Father was a monk, and wanted me very much to follow in those footsteps. I was considering, if nothing more than to make him happy, and he made Tatsuha and I study the ways every day.
Tatsuha wanted very badly to make Father proud of him, and often told other kids at school that he would one day be a monk, just like Father. And the children laughed. They teased and ridiculed, saying he could never make it. That even if he was the best in the world, I would always be chosen over him. Tatsuha disbelieved such things, but to me it was clear in the way Father made us work. I always did more, and Tatsuha got to have friends. He had his first kiss years before me. And it, of course, led to the loss of his virginity as well.
I was always quiet, and buried myself away in things. I didn’t study well for Father, and was a C student, but that went unnoticed by Mother and Father. I sometimes wrote in my spare time, and soon found I had a knack for it. I wrote all sorts of things; stories, poems, scripts. I enjoyed myself some, and that was the one thing that kept me moving through my life.
As I sat at dinner, Tatsuha opposite me with Mother and Father on either side, I picked at my food, mentally writing a poem. I was staring into vacant space, lost to my own little world, when Father shouted my name. I jumped, dropping what little food I’d actually gotten halfway to my mouth. “Yes, sir?” I said, terrified of what he may do.
“I’ve asked you three times now,” he said. “We’re waiting for an answer.” I stared at him, wanting him to repeat his question. My eyes darted to Tatsuha, who just looked at me fearfully. I didn’t dare look to Mother, afraid to see the look on her face, so turned back to Father.
“Uh…” I stuttered, lowering my head, “c-could you r-repeat the qu-question? P-please?” I shrank back slightly, waiting for the explosion on my father’s part. But it was Mother I should have been afraid of.
“Repeat?!!” she trilled. “Eiri, you answer your father this instant!”
“I-I’m sorry! I don’t know what the question was!” I cried, blinking back the tears fighting their way up. Mother stood up then, and swung her arm around to point at my bedroom, hitting my face in the process.
“Go to your room right now,” she screamed, “and don’t come out until you know the answer!” I stood up and scrambled to my room, feeling her hand swat my behind on the way. I threw myself down on my bed and sobbed heavily. I tried to control my breathing so I could cry quieter, but it was impossible. I lay there for at least two hours, interrupted only once when Tatsuha came in to get his homework. I knew I had some too, but couldn’t muster the strength to pick up my bag and get it. So I stayed where I was, exhausted.
I saw Tatsuha standing over me, shaking my shoulder when I realized I must have fallen asleep. “What?” I murmured.
“It’s time for bed, but they won’t let me come in until you answer,” he said, sincerely upset about getting to bed.
“But I don’t know what he asked me,” I whined, just wanting to go back to sleep and never wake up.
“He wanted to know what happened to your eye,” he answered.
“My eye?”
“Yeah, it started bruising at dinner.” I groaned in response.
“Alright, I’ll go talk,” I sighed, standing up. I walked out to my mother and father. She was knitting and he was reading, and neither noticed when I walked in the room. I cleared my throat quietly. Both looked up to me. Father began to say something, but Mother cut in first.
“What are you doing out of bed? It’s time to sleep,” she snapped, turning back to her work. I stood a moment, unsure.
“Y-you said I couldn’t come out until I can answer, and Tatsuha said he can’t come to bed until I tell you,” I whispered. Father motioned for me to come over.
“Do you know what I asked you?” he said. I shook my head gently, not wanting Tatsuha to get in trouble for telling me. He looked at me more carefully, and worry slid across his face. “Eiri, how did you get all these bruises? You’re covered in them. Take your shirt off.” I did as he said, and he gasped, staring at my chest and stomach. “Good God, what the hell happened?” He touched one on my chest, and I inhaled sharply at the sudden and intense pain. He moved along my body, gently brushing each bruise. I fought to hold back the tears as he turned me around and looked at my back.
“Those have been there for a week or so,” I said meekly as he examined the ones fading from a playground fight I’d had against about six other boys.
“Eiri, what happened? I want you to tell me how you got these,” Father instructed. So I told him. He listened intently, and told me I didn’t have to go to school the next day. He sent me to bed, and I crawled in, Tatsuha already sound asleep.~
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