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whumpmatsus · 3 years

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Why hello there new blog. 👀 I shall watch with interest. Would it be fine to ask for Karamatsu with a bad stomachache/similar?

hehe, I hope you enjoy watching!

and YES of course! God I'm such a Karamatsu girl 😩

We've got some of everything here, I think? Oops All Matsus! XD ... but the Choukeimatsu is definitely strong in this one haha

enjoooooy! <3

It’s kind of a given that in a house with six brothers in close quarters, anything one of them catches is going to end up running its way through all of them.

It’s… less of a given that Karamatsu is going to be the one who recovers last.

Most of the time he’s the first one to push through it, seemingly via sheer power of will because he wants to take care of the others. Or, at least, he’s not usually the one still down for the count when everyone else is on the mend.

This time around, he’s been curled up on the couch since all of them woke up this morning. They’re all feeling fine, while he’s apparently still feeling like crap.

He’s set himself up with a wastebasket nearby and he’s refused everything his brothers have tried to shove down his throat ― water, food, even medicine is turned away. They all might think he’s just being stubborn if not for the fact that he’s so clearly still sick. Regardless, they’ve stopped trying to offer since they know he isn’t going to take any of it.

As far as Karamatsu himself is concerned, if whatever sickness he’s got is going to kill him, he wishes it would hurry up and do so already. He doesn’t know how much more he can take. There’s an uncomfortable, cramping heat in his belly that’s constantly threatening to flip into something much worse. He’s been vomiting for a couple days now, on and off, like the rest of his brothers. Unlike them, however, it hasn’t gotten much better for him.

He tries so hard to be cool and unbothered. This is starting to worry him, though. How come everyone else is back to normal while he continues to struggle not to puke at the mere thought of plain rice?

For as much as Totty claims to hate germs, the youngest has been camping out next to the couch most of the morning, playing on his phone. It affords Karamatsu a view of the games Totty’s playing and the videos he’s watching; distractions as he tries to keep himself from tossing what little there is left to toss in his stomach. He isn’t sure whether or not Totty planned it that way, just that he’s grateful for something else to focus on other than the unbearable nausea.

“Heyyyy, Karamatsu-nii-san,” he suddenly speaks up, holding the phone closer to his miserable older brother’s line of sight. “What do you think of this pretty girl? Is her dress the right color for winter? It’s cute, but, I don’t know… I think maybe she would have looked better in blue…”

Now, Karamatsu isn’t sure what it is about the video clip Totty is showing him. It might be the bright lights in the background, or it might be the twirling motions the woman on the screen is making. Or, quite frankly, it might be nothing at all, since he feels so horrible.

But only a few seconds after he squints at the video clip, his stomach rebels against something. Although he wants to reply to his dearest younger brother, the second he parts his lips to give a clever retort, he feels his stomach clench. Saliva pools in his mouth, and he quickly raises a hand up to his face.

He swallows once. Twice. Three times. He tries to take a breath, in through his nose and out through his mouth like Choromatsu taught him. Nothing helps, because he ends up gagging anyway.

Immediately Totty yelps and launches himself away from the sofa. All the noise, particularly Karamatsu’s heaving, catches the attention of the rest of the sextuplets. Soon enough, someone has hurried over to hold the wastebasket beneath him, and someone else is using what feels like all their strength to help prop him over it so he doesn’t miss.

A brief glance up reveals that the one holding him is Jyushimatsu ― of course, he’s the most coordinated of them all ― and Choromatsu is playing trashcan jockey. Karamatsu’s head swims again, and that small motion is all that’s needed for his stomach to protest again. He retches a few times before whatever is left, which can’t be much at this point, splatters into the can.

“Totty!” he can hear Choromatsu scolding the youngest. “W-what the hell was that for?!”

“What was what for?!” Totty retorts. “I was trying to cheer him up! It’s not my fault!”

Ichimatsu snickers from his spot in the corner. “Che, so you made Shittymastu sick by trying to help. Sounds about right for you.”

“Excuse me?! You take that back or I’ll post that video of you being a drunk asshole online so everyone can laugh at my big, dumb brother!”

“HEY!” It’s Osomatsu who quiets the entire room with one sharp word. He’s knelt next to the couch, one hand trying to keep Karamatsu’s hair out of his face. “Would you guys all shut the fuck up? For God’s sakes, let the poor bastard puke in peace! The last thing he needs is to hear you douches arguing while he’s giving the trashcan a new coat of paint!”

For his part, Karamatsu appreciates his older brother standing up for him when he’s unable to do so himself. It’s just a little hard to convey that when his body is trying to bring up everything he’s eaten ever in his life.

It hurts, too. The sensation in his stomach is tight now, painful like there’s a knife stuck in his middle. Every gag makes a stabbing, all-over pain spiderweb through his whole body. As if he’s made of porcelain and something is repeatedly making cracks.

Finally he thinks it should be over, because nothing else is coming up. He shudders and heaves and it doesn’t produce anything other than an uncomfortable ache in his throat. Honesty, his entire body is aching now.

He lets out a few ragged breaths before slumping back onto the sofa, predictably pulled into a more-careful-than-usual Jyushimatsu hug. “It’s okay, Karamatsu-nii-san! I’ve got you!!”

“Aaah.” Karamatsu lifts his hand and places it, shaking, on his little brother’s head to praise him for a job well done. “Jyushimatsu… I’ll leave it to you… to tell my Karamatsu girls… I loved them…”

He hears Ichimatsu scoff. “You should be more worried that you were puking without puking than your nonexistent fangirls, you dumbass.”

“Yeah, that was weird,” Osomatsu agrees. “You heard that too, Ichimatsu?”

“Mhm. It almost made me want to hurl again.”

“Yeah… he should be better by now. I mean, we’re all fine. And he hasn’t been eating, so it’s not like there’s anything left in there. What’s his stupid body trying to throw up? His Goddamn kidneys?”

Karamatsu hears Choromatsu groan. “Oh, my God, you guys are disgusting!” When Karamatsu looks up, the third eldest is hovering over him with a concerned expression. “Ah… they… might be right, though. Karamatsu-nii-san… you’re just as sick as we all were at the beginning of this. It doesn’t seem like you’ve improved like we have. How… do you feel now? Any better since you threw up?”

He tries to laugh. It comes out sounding more like a sob, though. “N… no…” It feels like even too deep a breath will tip the scale on his nausea and cause another avalanche. “I’m… I’m dizzy… it still hurts.”

“A-ah, gosh…” Choromatsu’s hand sets lightly against Karamatsu’s cheek, then neck, and if his face is any indicator, he doesn’t like what he feels. “You’ve… still got a fever. And you’re sweating and lightheaded and… still throwing up. Shit.”

He moves his hand to gently card through his big brother’s hair as if trying to reassure him. “Karamatsu-nii-san… d-do you think you could make it to the doctor? If we helped you?”

That’s not an idea he enjoys entertaining. Having to get up off the couch, bundle up in a coat, ride the train… it sounds so exhausting. He’s already tired. But… if Choromatsu is even bringing it up, he must think it’s a better idea than Karamatsu continuing to try and recover on the couch.

He manages a nod. “Sure… sure, if you help me.”

“Great.” Choromatsu straightens up and heads for the door. “I’ll go call the office and see if they can get you an appointment today. If they can, I’ll go with you, and…” He surveys the rest of the room. “… I’d prefer at least onemore person go with us, just in case.”

“Yeah, I’ll go, no problem.” The eldest’s voice is one Karamatsu didn’t expect to hear, though maybe he should have. Osomatsu is still lingering on the floor next to him, taking the spot where Totty was, and, now that Karamatsu thinks about it, he can feel his older brother gently rubbing his shoulder. “… Do you think maybe we should try to force him to drink something, too? You can’t survive without water, right?”

Choromatsu sighs; not necessarily because it’s one more thing to add to the list, but it sounds like he’s just worried. He probably doesn’t want to force one of his brothers to do anything ― especially one of his big brothers, and especially when said big brother is already so sick. “I mean… yeah, it’s not good that he hasn’t had anything to drink today, and not much in the last few days. Throwing up so much is probably making him dehydrated… which, stupidly enough, can make him throw up more.”

Osomatsu hums in thought and gives Karamatsu’s shoulder a small squeeze to get his attention. “Hey, Karamatsu. Do you think you could handle some tea?”

“Really weak tea,” Choromatsu hurries to clarify. “You’re not supposed to drink anything too intense after throwing up.”

Karamatsu shuts his eyes in a desperate bid to avoid the worried, pleading faces of his brothers looking back at him. Just thinking about anything going into his body and sliding down his throat right now makes his stomach swirl viciously.

He feels Jyushimatsu hug him a little tighter, which doesn’t help matters. “Aww, please, Karamatsu-nii-san! You can drink some tea for your little brother, right? Riiiiight?”

A groan is what he gets in response, though the giggling suggests he isn’t too broken up about it.

His hair is brushed back, and stroked through a few times. “Well,” Osomatsu says softly, “how about for your big brother, then?”

After a moment of thought, Karamatsu lets out a whimper, leaning his head closer that way in an obvious attempt for more affection. “I… suppose I do only have one older brother, after all…”

He hears Choromatsu chuckle by the door. “Good, good. I’ll make some, then. We’ll try not to make you drink too much… and… I’ll call the doctor while I boil water for it. Hopefully they can fit you in. In the meantime, just, um… try to rest, alright?”

At the very least, he doesn’t have to tell Karamatsu twice. The second eldest relaxes, keeping his eyes shut. He hears Osomatsu quietly urge Jyushimatsu to switch positions, and he scoots himself up onto the couch. Somehow he manages to pull Karamatsu into his lap, letting his younger brother curl up against his stomach.

“Hey, there. It’s okay. Big brother’s gotcha, Kara.” A careful touch runs up and down Karamatsu’s back, bringing the slightest sense of relief. “Get some sleep.”

Then Osomatsu pauses, and with a laugh he adds, “Just… warn me if you’re gonna puke again, okay?”

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moonlightwinterdxxix · 4 years

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Lullabies of the Eldest Brother

An Osomatsu-san/kun 2020 birthday special, inspired by Takahiro Sakurai’s (Osomatsu’s VA) renditions of ‘Lalalu’ and ‘When You Wish Upon a Star’. You can find the covers on Youtube.

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At a young age, Karamatsu Matsuno had learned the art of theatre, and it was common to overhear him singing around the house when he was alone. Might one of his brothers be playing with some toys, having a game of baseball, or snacking on something without Matsuyo’s knowledge, once Karamatsu enters his mood, everyone would have a chance to hear him from wherever room he was in. And due to his status as a theatre kid, it became automatic that the vocals drifting in the wind had a pleasant quality, a peaceful tonality, and a kind aura that served as some sort of gentle lullaby.

And that made the sextuplets happy to call him their brother.

But there was more in the intentions of his older brother Osomatsu.

Unlike Karamatsu who had his entire objectives set on presenting a captivating performance for the school play, Osomatsu had secretly tried testing his singing voice in the toilet, where his voice could perfectly bounce off the walls, and where he would have privacy, absent from the plausible laughter he was going to receive at his off-notes and fault-of-puberty voice cracks from his brothers. But Karamatsu’s influence had flooded inside him, and it came with being a child, to want to be more, to want having competition with his brothers to prove that he earned the position of eldest. And how was he supposed to do that, when he was the one who couldn’t sing?

He began his practices silently, almost whispering the words of the songs he had become familiar with when Karamatsu belted them out. And as he whispered the words to himself, he always had a reason to flush in humiliation, almost cry, for how stupid he was, to get so many notes wrong even if he was muttering. It was to the point that he was almost cursing himself for being an untalented brat, too focused on causing havoc for their parents and Iyami and Chibita.

But as the days and nights went on, Osomatsu slowly found himself improving, his notes reaching their proper octaves, his voice less quivery than when he began. He imagined the sound emitted once a finger presses on the keys of a piano, when guitar strings are strummed, and tried to let the beat of it take his singing to where it needed to go as he tapped his hand over his baby-blue pants.

In the quiet of the toilet, he would face the mirror, watch how his expression followed the words of the songs. Karamatsu, a master of acting at ten-years old, was familiar with all the expressions needed to form realistic dramatizations, things Osomatsu barely knew. But for a beginner, a self-taught one, all he did was picture that the face staring back at him was Karamatsu’s, and that wasn’t too difficult for him. He tried recreating Karamatsu for the actions he had when he was on stage, getting into the character before breaking out into the most believable dialogue one could imagine. But Osomatsu didn’t have that skill set.

He stuck with singing.

And kept getting better. More confidence seeped into him the more he let his voice echo in the four corners of the bathroom, growing louder and louder and stronger and stronger until he was certain that he wouldn’t let his parents down anymore with another C-. He found his singing prowess increasing with each stanza he sung, the chords audible in his voice, and the acapella satisfying enough that he had to shout out happily with a fist in the air when he finished singing. Jyushimatsu had shouted for him to quiet down from the opposite side of the house. Would he have said the same if he heard what Osomatsu had been doing prior?

Probably not, and Jyushimatsu definitely didn’t say anything when Osomatsu first showed what he had learned when they had music class again. One by one, the students were tasked to sing the national anthem by group. For this, the sextuplets were intentionally split apart, so it gave Osomatsu that golden opportunity to watch their faces when he first presented his practices. And it was worth it, as when his portion for their group’s rendition came, it took all his effort not to laugh, especially at Choromatsu, who had the face saying, We’re a team, we tell each other everything. Why didn’t you tell me that you can sing so well?

He didn’t. That day, Osomatsu had surprised himself as well. It was the first time that he had heard himself in this specific volume, dominating over the nervous energy he was releasing before they presented. When they were done, his group along with the group containing Karamatsu got the highest scores, stunning the remaining four of the sextuplets until they were repeatedly bugging Osomatsu during the entirety of their lunch break, including Jyushimatsu.

After that, Karamatsu had requested that Osomatsu help him while he practiced some of the songs required for the musical. Brightly, Osomatsu obliged, and the two of them would spend hours in the shared bedroom running through the lines of the second-born, Osomatsu reading through the dialogues and lyrics in the script for Karamatsu to bounce back from. At the end of one of their sessions, Karamatsu had wiped his sweaty forehead saying, “Wow, Osomatsu! When did you learn to sing like that? Maybe I can learn some tips from you too!”

Osomatsu shrugged, flustered. “Oh, it’s nothing really. But thanks for the compliment. I appreciate it.”

“You know what’s better, Osomatsu?” Karamatsu reached into the back of his pants, maliciously pulling out their father’s phone from his back pocket. “I snagged this from Dad while he was snoozing in the living room. And these too.” From his pocket, he had pulled out a pair of earphones, familiar as Matsuyo uses them while washing their dishes. “How about we listen to the original movie renditions of the songs and try singing along to them? That way, it’s like practicing with the instruments. Then we can search-up a karaoke or instrumental version. Whaddaya think?”

“Yeah! Let’s do it!”

They would lock the door, ignore if Choromatsu, Todomatsu, or the others tried bothering them, and hum and sing along for another hour or longer. Then when their vocal chords are completely tired out, that was when they would go out with their respective pairs—Karamatsu with Todomatsu and Osomatsu with Choromatsu—to play games on the streets and bug their friends. This was how it was for a long time.

Then Karamatsu and Jyushimatsu had a fight. Ten years-old, but the shouting created between the two were like adults, and the sextuplets began taking sides on the matter as the argument grew and ripped them apart. Osomatsu remembered being in such a tight space, being forced by Choromatsu to take Jyushimatsu’s side even when he felt that it was Karamatsu who was right. Osomatsu’s action opened up a field of betrayal between the two oldest Matsuno brothers, resulting in the end of private toilet practices after that. It was terrible. Osomatsu and his brothers all reported to school without looking at one another, going off with whoever they wanted except each other. Choromatsu had been cheerful, saying to his oldest brother, “What’s wrong? It’s fine, you did the right choice.”

If that was the case, then how come Karamatsu had been so emotional during his rehearsal that day, when Osomatsu chose to sneak a peek at what was going on inside the Akatsuka Elementary School’s theatre room? It was as if his brokenness was real, that he really did have a shattered heart, and that he was at one of his lowest points. He was. Osomatsu had been a part of it, and he blamed himself for his childish stupidity and insensitivity.

They did reconcile, all of them, but Osomatsu no longer had the heart to walk up to Karamatsu with a cheery “Let’s practice your lines together” smile. They became close again, but he never tried, never even attempted to. And it wasn’t because he was too used to the songs and had grown bored of them, but because he felt that there was a permanent tear through his relationship with Karamatsu, and to him, travelling close to that rip did nothing but open up sealed wounds. He didn’t want to risk that happening.

He didn’t try singing with Karamatsu again after that.

But he had been very happy when the day of the presentation came. Often enough, he and Choromatsu had to scold Ichimatsu and Todomatsu each time they stood up to play I-Spy on the stage, but it was a mirthful little thing that lit sparks up in Osomatsu’s heart. When Karamatsu finished the play with their schoolmates, the entire theatre was on its feet to applaud them, others tossing flowers onto the stage. It didn’t take long until they realized that Todomatsu was no longer next to them, as he had run off towards the stage enveloping Karamatsu in a huge hug when they were under the shades of the red curtains. The celebrations that night were memorable, and the sextuplets were at their best again after what seemed like ages.

Osomatsu still didn’t sing.

Until one night.

It was just after a few months had passed. And that night, it was a stormy night. The rain pummeled down on the roof of the Matsuno household like a billion furious drums, thunder rumbled in the distance like a demon that had broken out from centuries locked in chains. Lightning flashed the room from its blue and black hues into blinding whites, setting off the impression that the house was struck somewhere and a fire was to begin in any second. And the clattering of the wind against metal, it was disturbing. Terrifying. Like a hundred footsteps of ruthless burglars against the shingles of their roof, like ghostly duplicates of a specific lodger hiding before jumping out of the shadows to send a stab to their chests. It was that kind of night, haunting and loud, full of all the noises one could imagine in a nightmare.

And that night, Karamatsu was sick. It was good for them that the presentation was already concluded when this happened, for his hoarse throat stopped him from singing and speaking for a long time. His nose was runny, his face was pale, and he was coming down with a slight fever. Matsuyo and Matsuzo had as one decided to make him stay in bed that day, even when he wanted out to play alongside his brothers. Todomatsu suggested staying with him, but their parents couldn’t let him get Karamatsu’s sickness. They kept the other boys out of the room the entire time.

On the other hand, Osomatsu had been tired that day. He had a long round of baseball, having scored several home runs out of his successful bats. He was lucky, for sure, having the pride to mock and tease his brothers each time his team won a round. It was supposedly the older three against the younger three brothers, but since Karamatsu was absent, then the stakes for winning by the elder two weren’t supposed to be so high. But they won, multiple times, so Ichimatsu, Jyushimatsu, and Todomatsu weren’t so happy about that. But either way, Osomatsu got tired after the entire afternoon of intense physical activity, and was ready to end his day with a bang, prepared to collapse on his futon and have a long night of pleasant dreams filled with Totoko and himself.

But then there was a bang. Cruel thunder like the demon unleashed. Then it was lightning striking against something in the distance, somewhere in Akatsuka Ward, and the commotion of its screeching and the light bouncing in reply resulted in a horrified, shriek from Todomatsu. The youngest was against the wall in a cower when Osomatsu and the rest got up, partly startled but mostly concerned for the youngest of their family.

“Todomatsu!” Of course, it was Karamatsu to first have a vocal reaction as he got up from his futon and went straight to his trembling youngest brother. Sickness wasn’t going to stop him if one of his siblings weren’t in high spirits—it wasn’t part of his character. “It was just the lightning. Don’t be scared, we’re all okay.” He coughed a bit before he continued. “You’ll be fine. C’mon, lie down. Just close your eyes. Picture your happy place.”

Todomatsu shook his head, which had his hands plastered over either side of his ears. His lips shook, his body hunched, and he buried his head between his knees, drawn up to his chin. “I can’t…! It’s so loud and scary…! And the dark’s just horrifying...! Wh-What if the lightning reaches me? I don’t want to die!” His voice was quivering, thick with upcoming tears.

“You can’t die!” Ichimatsu supplied, more puzzled than concerned at this point. “It’s me and Choromatsu closest to the window, so if anyone’s dying first it’d be us, right?”

Everyone else turned towards Ichimatsu, unamused. At first Ichimatsu looked dubious as to why they were staring at him that way, but he quickly got the gist of it the moment Todomatsu began to cry. It accompanied the rain outside, added sound to what would’ve been a quiet room, and butchered the mood until it was everything but peasant. It wasn’t a good sign when Todomatsu was crying.

No matter the seconds separating their age gap, the youngest still had the tendency to scare himself the most, easily crying over spilled ice cream, or when he gets scolded by their parents. And to Todomatsu, that was something he felt embarrassed about. He was ashamed of that part of himself, his ‘inability to grow up’, in his own words. How much of a child he could still be behind the scenes, even when he was almost as much as a copy of his older brothers. Osomatsu had heard Todomatsu mention so once, when the youngest boy had involved himself in a little quarrel with Ichimatsu and was muttering alone in their room.

And his shame was visible tonight like in the other nights as he tried to turn away from them, his hands swiping aggressively at his eyes, but his wet hiccups proving otherwise. Ichimatsu was sent a glare by Jyushimatsu as Karamatsu sighed, trying his best with soothing words to calm their little brother down, having a hard time doing it without touching him. But as the sound of the rain strengthened and the ticks of the clock resumed, it was obvious that Karamatsu wasn’t going to be successful anytime soon, especially not when the thunder resumed its rumbling and the lightning continued its strikes.

Thunder crashed. Todomatsu flinched, ducking his head between his knees as his sobs tore out, a wailing sound that broke their hearts. But nobody had the strength to move, not when they weren’t sure what to do in that type of situation. None of the Matsunos were particularly good in offering comfort, and with Karamatsu himself trying his best, there was nothing the others could do.

“Oh, Todomatsu,” Karamatsu sighed, slumping down on his knees. He so desperately wanted to reach out his hands to run them through Todomatsu’s hair, but his illness told him to do otherwise. It was obvious how hard Karamatsu was trying to restrain himself. “I wish I could hug you. I want to sing you a lullaby if I could, but…” He broke into a coughing fit, and he turned his head away, coughing into a fist. He didn’t need to finish his sentence after that.

Choromatsu blew out a breath, taking his blanket off him. The light of the outside cast his shoulders and hair-tips in white light. “How about you come here? Maybe I can help you, rock you or something.” He sounded hesitant, but it was better he spoke up than no one else offering anything.

Todomatsu sniffed, taking the idea into consideration. He managed to get on his knees, moving forward on them and passing Karamatsu, when thunder and lightning made another massive collaboration. Todomatsu screamed yet again before burying his face into the chest closest to him: Osomatsu. Osomatsu immediately felt his body rattling where Todomatsu was pressed against it, felt the little one’s tears soaking his clothes as his terrified sobs filled the room. And as thunder moaned again, Todomatsu’s grip went tighter, more firm, but at the same time unstable. Fearful.

Osomatsu went still, completely caught off-guard by the sudden attention sent to him. He might be the oldest, but he was also almost the biggest troublemaker. If any one of them were to be able to offer the least effort in calming their little brother, it would be him. But the situation all came down to this, to Todomatsu’s initial reaction to grab onto the oldest, wishing for someone to hold on to in the midst of terror.

Awkwardly, Osomatsu wrapped his arms around Todomatsu’s body, one almost completely like his, from its structure, to the genes making it, to the blood flowing under its skin. It racked, throbbed under his stable arms, and it was as if they weren’t sextuplets anymore. To Osomatsu, it was like being an older brother to a baby, so horrified by everything that it couldn’t do anything but call for someone to grasp. Someone they respected, and someone that they know will save them from their agony. Osomatsu was that in this moment, youth clinging onto him so tightly, and his instincts kicked in, like they should.

He did what Karamatsu can’t do, running his fingers through Todomatsu’s hair, matted with sweat despite the cool temperature inside the room. Todomatsu tensed at the action, relaxing slightly in Osomatsu’s grip, his fingers losing their weight against his sleeves. His sobbing subsided until they were whimpers, and the heaviness pressed against Osomatsu’s chest decreased as Todomatsu pulled away ever-so-slightly, his wet cheek the only thing now against Osomatsu’s heartbeat.

No one else spoke, only watched the oldest and youngest in silence.

Thunder and lightning sounded.

Todomatsu’s fingers curled.

“Nope, that’s not necessary,” Osomatsu soothed, lightly resting the bridge of his nose to Todomatsu’s hairline. “Onii’s got you. Don’t be afraid. As long as we’re together, there’s nothing that can take us alive.” He adjusted his position so that both of them could be more comfortable, and like Choromatsu mentioned, began rocking. Back and forth. Slowly.

With a light chuckle, Osomatsu said, “Wow. This feels nice. I know we’re too old for this stuff, but don’t you like this? It makes me all warm and fuzzy, it’s like the bad things are going away.”

Todomatsu’s voice was breathy. “I think s-so. “B-But I still hear the rain, a-and it sounds so—”

“Shh…” Osomatsu adjusted Todomatsu’s head against his chest, where his heart thumped in a steady rhythm, a slow lullaby. Then not knowing what had come over him or how the inspiration reached his mind, Osomatsu hummed quietly, trying not to let the other hear the melody Karamatsu had been so busy perfecting over the last few months in preparation for his play. He still wasn’t compelled to sing, but the humming was working rather splendidly, calming the hitches of the sixth son, and the harshness that whitened his knuckles.

And Osomatsu felt the familiarity of the song overwhelm him, an old longing he had not so long ago, and a wave of nostalgia washing over him at the tune he was oh so familiar with. He didn’t even know he had developed such a connection to it until he was hearing it again, the melody diminishing as well the fight with Karamatsu that had halted his love for musicality in the first place. The melody came out, brushing against Todomatsu’s ears, and for Osomatsu, he felt so much older. He couldn’t say why, but maybe it was because this moment treated Todomatsu like he was so much younger.

When Osomatsu was at the chorus of the song, Todomatsu looked up, eyes watery but expectant. “Can you sing the song, Osomatsu?” he requested.

“Hm?” Osomatsu laughed lightheartedly. “I’m humming for you, aren’t I?”

Todomatsu shook his head. “No, Osomatsu. Sing. Like, actually sing the song with words instead of humming it.” More thunder, and Todomatsu gripped his shirt harder again.

But Osomatsu’s cheeks colored in surprise, completely appalled by the suggestion. “Eh? No-no-no, I can’t do that. I barely know the words of it, a-and it’s Karamatsu that’s—”

“You know the words—what are you talking about?” Karamatsu interrupted, a smile spreading over his pale face. Apparently he had heard it, as well as Osomatsu’s feeble attempt at a lie. “And I’m sick. I need a substitute, and who could do that better than everyone’s Onii-chan?”

Osomatsu shook his head. He didn’t want to, and it was getting harder to grasp that this was the situation that was happening. What was so wrong about wanting to get some sleep after a long day of baseball? “I can’t, I really can’t. C’mon, guys. We all know that.”

“Can I hear it too?” Jyushimatsu asked, coming closer to them with Ichimatsu and Choromatsu, the former fascinated and the latter intrigued. Soon everyone was surrounding Osomatsu and Todomatsu, leaning around in a circle in anticipation to hear the first-born sing a song to drown out the storm. “Please, Osomatsu?” Jyushimatsu begged.

“Yeah, just one night!” Ichimatsu added.

“Then we won’t bug you to do it again,” Choromatsu supplied.

“Just this once. Please, Osomatsu-niisan?” Todomatsu finished.

Osomatsu took a moment to decide. The guilt trapped inside him wasn’t a comfortable feeling, but he remained uncertain if letting it out was the best way to get rid of it. Let it out in a sense that what gave him guilt was brought forth for them to remember, for them to recall the rift that had ruined part of their relationship as brothers. For the longest time, it was what Osomatsu didn’t want to happen, but this moment here, with five pairs of eyes like his looking at him with the same levels of expectancy, it was difficult to say no. And with even Karamatsu there, a second-oldest waiting for the lullaby of his only older brother…

What to do?

Osomatsu flushed again, hoping the darkness hid it well. He leaned forward, almost cloaking his face behind Todomatsu’s hair, and Osomatsu was almost a breath away from Todomatsu’s ear. Then aware again that there were four more heads lingering, Osomatsu straightened up as best as he could again, lowering his gaze into Todomatsu’s hands, firm against his arms. Osomatsu signed. Both shame and shyness darted back and forth inside him like a stray ping-pong ball, but Osomatsu tried to ignore it as he let a whisper of the song pass through his partially-parted lips.

“La-la-lu, la-la-lu, oh, my little star-sweeper~”

Todomatsu’s lips slightly curled up, and he pressed his head gently over Osomatsu’s collarbone. Tear tracks remained plastered on his cheeks, but it was obvious that none were to be coming out again any soon. And as Todomatsu relaxed, so did the others. Ichimatsu crept closer, nestling his head on Osomatsu’s thigh and shutting his eyes as Jyushimatsu followed, resting his chin over Ichimatsu’s shoulder. Choromatsu went to the other side of them, lowering his head onto Todomatsu’s arm as softly as he could. And Osomatsu stiffened at the unexpected bundle of his brothers surrounding him that his singing stopped.

Karamatsu smirked at him. “Why are you stopping? They obviously want you to continue.”

Osomatsu looked down at them, at the peaceful boys so free from the terror of the storm, only because of the coziness that escaped from the protection of their oldest brother. Maybe he should, he decided, if he wanted them to remain in this state as the horror of the weather continued its rampage towards those who lacked the walls of solace that Osomatsu gave them. And this was perhaps, the way that his guilt could leave them alone, by getting over it and moving on, using it as a way to step further from the past.

That might be it. So as Osomatsu smiled back at Karamatsu, he used a free arm to reach out towards a blanket, pulling it over Ichimatsu and Jyushimatsu as the two waited again with soft smiles and closed eyes. Osomatsu opened his mouth again:

“La-la-lu, la-la-lu, oh my little star sweeper, I’ll sweep the stardust for you~ La-la-lu, la-la-lu, little soft fluffy sleeper, Here comes a pink cloud for you~”

As Osomatsu hummed, Karamatsu began moving, grabbing another blanket and draping it over Choromatsu and Todomatsu before pulling out another one for himself as he positioned his head by Choromatsu’s hips. He put his arms together, trying not to touch them, still cautious with his light fever. Then he closed his eyes too, as eager as the rest to hear Osomatsu sing them their lullaby and close out the terrors of the storm.

And to this, Osomatsu obliged, his lost confidence coming back, and he smiled softly as he rubbed the heads of his little brothers one by one, singing.

“La-la-lu, la-la-lu, little wandering angel, Fold up your wings, close your eyes~ La-la-lu, la-la-lu, and may love be your keeper, La-la-lu, la-la-lu, la-la-lu~”

Later, Matsuyo and Matsuzo had to help get all the boys back to their respective futons and assist Osomatsu after his entire body went numb. But to Osomatsu, it was all worth it.

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“Oi, Ichimatsu, this is all your fault!”

“HUH?!!”

“You’re the one who volunteered to babysit this stupid baby!”

“SO?! I didn’t know the cons in doing it would be so hard, Fappymatsu!”

“Well look at where we are now!”

Even if he wasn’t Ichimatsu, Osomatsu looked. And on a normal day of their NEET life, he would have laughed because of how common and uncommon it was at the same time. Common, in the sense that their room was a complete mess, and uncommon in the sense that it was baby food, diapers, powder, and more coating every inch of the area. Their couch was an indescribable mangle of mysterious yellows and browns that were certainly meant for a restroom. The bookshelf was dusty with baby powder, covering up almost all the books there that they were all lookalikes. And the floor…The floor wasn’t pleasant either.

Who knew how much of incompetent NEETs they were, to be so quick to ruin the day. Babysitting isn’t exactly a difficult thing if you knew what to do, but for the sextuplets, they were clearly oblivious. But it wasn’t exactly Ichimatsu to blame for the scenario either. He did bring in the suggestion to look after the child for a couple that he had befriended over Christmas, but it was the fault for everyone else for taking on the challenge. Osomatsu knew up the bat that it wasn’t going to end well, so he excluded himself from the discussion and went straight to the horse races while they decided on it.

He wasn’t surprised upon arriving home that late afternoon.

It wasn’t even an ugly baby. Its face had the features of both its parents, with its starting hair strands the color of its mother’s hair, and eyes the same brown color as its father. And its top was a nice, Celeste hue. But none of that seemed to be applicable in terms of cuteness, not as its presence itself drove the last five members of the Matsuno household crazy.

And as his brothers strangled each other, obviously players in the blame game, Osomatsu had chosen to isolate himself from them on the roof with a very immature and inappropriate manga. He found his nose bleeding multiple times as pictures showed a bit more than an average lady in a bikini, and Osomatsu wished to identify Totoko with a pair of magnifying glasses in order to take a peek at her if she had an open window at the ready. Too bad they weren’t equipped with such an expensive item.

It wasn’t until a few minutes later did he find the urge to return inside the room, finding the baby pulling out Karamatsu’s hair and the others trying to stop him from doing so, except Ichimatsu who had Todomatsu’s phone and was busy snapping pictures of it. Karamatsu looked exactly like a rope would at a tug of war, the only difference that he was a human and that the opposing team had only one player: Todomatsu at his feet. Choromatsu and Jyushimatsu were too concerned about removing the baby from the blue-clothed boy’s hair.

Osomatsu stood watch for more than a few seconds when he approached, having enough of hearing his brother’s agonized wailing. He had stepped in front of them when Todomatsu said, “We’ve got it, Osomatsu-niisan. You don’t need to help.” He exhaled, pulling harder, and Karamatsu began screaming again.

“OW-OW-OW-OW—TODOMATSU!!!”

“NIISAN!!!” Jyushimatsu cried, pulling harder.

“I think help’s all you need,” Osomatsu commented, pointing. Karamatsu’s scalp didn’t look like it was going to last long. For a baby, this one was pretty strong. How his little hands could remain attached for so long with three people trying to stop him was another miracle of living in Akatsuka Ward.

“We’re fine. Don’t do anything stupid,” Choromatsu had added, backing Todomatsu up. But as they heaved harder, Todomatsu’s grip on Karamatsu’s feet slipped, and Karamatsu’s sock sailed off to the other side of the room as everyone buckled down. The baby let go of Karamatsu’s head, and was now safe in Jyushimatsu’s hands as Karamatsu lurched forward, massaging his head. His hair was as messy as Ichimatsu’s.

And speaking of Ichimatsu, Ichimatsu said, “If only we could post this on the internet…” He snickered maniacally, like the villain that he was.

Osomatsu chuckled himself, sticking his hands in the pocket of his red hoodie as he browsed over the mess he called his brothers in front of him. “Look at you, so pathetic. What even made you think you can handle taking care of a baby?”

Choromatsu huffed. “We want to get paid, Osomatsu-niisan. And once we’re done with this, none of the payment will be split for you. You haven’t done anything since you got here.”

Slyly, Osomatsu shrugged. “Eh. I kinda thought I wasn’t pleasant company. I didn’t think it really mattered.”

“Yeah,” Todomatsu agreed, surprising Osomatsu. “Has he even touched a baby before? I’d think all the babies he’s ever touched just cried upon contact.”

“Hey! He hasn’t seemed to have smiled at all either,” Osomatsu said, looking at the baby. It was sucking up its thumb, eyes pinned on Karamatsu as he fixed his hair in front of a hand mirror. The baby wasn’t smiling in the slightest, merely fixated on whatever kind of madness it would’ve cursed them with might he managed to hold onto Karamatsu a little longer. “Now that you mention it, I don’t think I’ve seen him smile or laugh the whole time I was here too. What have you even done with him already?”

“We’ve fed him!” Jyushimatsu brightly answered, sitting up as he held the baby in his arms. He bounced the baby, but it didn’t emit the usual reaction one would have when Jyushimatsu held it. And that on its own was a very odd thing. “But that didn’t end so well. We gave him milk, but that didn’t go so well either. We tried changing his diapers, but—”

“Let me guess—it didn’t go too well too,” Osomatsu guessed, smirking in derision.

Karamatsu snapped his fingers before sending them towards Osomatsu’s direction as a finger-gun. “Bingo.”

“Then what would you tell his parents?” Osomatsu asked, putting his weight on his left leg as he tilted his head curiously. “And how would you explain the mess of our room? If they see this, then I don’t think you guys will earn anything too high from them. You’d still be as poor as me when it comes to the greens of our wallets.” He had lost quite the amount today at the tracks, but if his brothers messed-up this process, there was no doubt that the money they would get to what was left of his wouldn’t even be doubled. “Want some help? I could grab ya’ll something from the shop. Maybe more milk.”

Choromatsu turned red. “We don’t have money to buy milk,” he admitted sourly.

Osomatsu laughed, the only one with the ability to do so, when Jyushimatsu began having trouble as the baby began climbing up his arm. “Then I guess you should start by giving him something to play with,” Osomatsu said. “If he likes Karamatsu’s hair so much, you should give him a wig or something. You’ve got one, don’t you, Totty? You used it to dress up like a chick once, when we needed to audition in order for you to invite us to the mixer. Just give that to the baby so you can start cleaning up or whatever.”

“Are you serious? Ugh, I’m not giving away that wig,” Todomatsu grouched, cringing. “Do you have any idea how much that costed? Besides, as if I’d give away something as special like that for the sake of a dumb baby’s entertainment.” He shot the child a sharp glare, as piercing as an arsenal of knives.

Osomatsu scratched his head. “You don’t even use that thing anymore,” he said.

“I don’t care.”

“Then what about its diapers?” Osomatsu gestured to the baby, which wasn’t wearing any, and was a bit too exposed than needed. It was a miracle Jyushimatsu’s long sleeves were still clean, unlike Karamatsu’s, whose arms were literally messed with what Osomatsu didn’t want to mention. He cringed greatly just at the sight of it, and he pitied his brothers for their unfortunate luck. “Don’t you think you can get him still enough for one of you to slip those on him? There are freaking five of you, come on.”

“As if I’m touching his ass,” Todomatsu growled, crossing his arms. “And there’s no way anyone would persuade me to hold on to him for even a second. Just imagining holding the arm of a farting toddler while my brother changes his diapers… Shoot! That’s sickening, holy jeez!” He turned away, making a belting sound that was too close to what might’ve been actual vomiting.

Osomatsu rubbed his nose, getting peeved. “Then what about his food? Or his milk? Ichimatsu, surely his parents gave you something to feed him, right? And gave you instructions on how to sit him straight on a baby chair, or even the dining table! Didn’t you do the choo-choo train with him? I’m sure that usually works with kids.”

“Choo-choo train?” Ichimatsu looked down, thinking. “Ah, sorry. I think I got too distracted thinking about getting hit by one than using it as a method for feeding him. My bad.”

Exasperated, Osomatsu’s head dropped. “Cod, you’ve got to be joking—you guys! It’s a baby! Why are you all having such a hard time with him? There are five of you, one of him, and you’re all seven times his size! If you wanted, I might offer you a little assistance if you wanted—”

“It’s fine, Osomatsu,” Karamatsu said, standing up and putting down the mirror. He looked better, at least, though his hair was still pretty matted. “We’ve got this under control. If you want to do something else, then we would be glad if you did so. You do not have to bother yourself with the complications we have given ourselves. Please. If you want to resume reading your manga, or decide to visit Pachinko, then you may. We’d be glad to let you go and release you from any sort of struggle we have plagued ourselves with.”

Osomatsu snorted. “I love how you call the baby a ‘complication’ and a ‘struggle’.” He sighed, walking over to the couch to take a seat on it, but thought otherwise upon seeing something yellow staining it. And its scent wasn’t at all nice, the aroma a sickening thing that made Osomatsu want to throw up. He turned back to his brothers. “Are you sure you don’t want any help? Because, what if that’s what I wanted to do? What if I wanted to help you? Would you let me do that?”

“You really don’t have to, niisan,” Jyushimatsu said, but it was a mystery if he meant it. The baby was at his back now, with one of his legs hooked around Jyushimatsu’s armpit to keep him from falling. Jyushimatsu was having a hard time maintaining his balance, but tried his best before the baby could fall. He had an arm stretched out behind him, serving as some kind of catcher. But with the way the baby was interested in studying the back of Jyushimatsu’s shorts, it was going to be a while before that outstretched arm was to be useful.

“Look at him.” Osomatsu gestured to Jyushimatsu and the baby. “He’s troubling himself. At least let me get it off him and set it down on a chair.”

It was Choromatsu’s turn to snort, but it was sarcastic and humorless. “As if. I don’t think you’ll be much help in this, Osomatsu-niisan. You’d scream like a girl once it bites your fingers.”

“Yeah. And knowing you, you might just make it worse,” Todomatsu agreed, bobbing his head.

Osomatsu spread out his hands. “How would I make it worse? You literally have pee and poop on the couch! Do you think I’m that much of a black cat to ruin it more?! What, am I some sort of psychopath that would crash all your plans?!”

“You could be,” Ichimatsu replied.

He sighed. He should have expected this, like normal. “Well fine. Be that way.” Osomatsu faced away, going over to the manga he had set down on their windowsill. “I’ll be on the roof. Don’t call me if you need anything, since you’re all so good already.”

He went straight and climbed out of the window, going directly to the roof and settling himself there. He didn’t hear when Jyushimatsu attempted to call out for him, only hearing the wind as it struck against his face. He felt the sensation of upcoming rain, based on the temperature and the grayness of the sky. Such a shame that it diminished what might’ve been a beautiful dusk, but this wasn’t bad. And it was a good idea to read here in peace while that wasn’t the case yet.

He opened his manga, began browsing through the right-to-left frames on the page, ignoring the constant yelling coming from his room, and the occasional shatter of glass. He kept reading in the lovely, chill air of the weather, his mind filling with images of bedroom scenes with tongues sliding too aggressively. Osomatsu grinned, savoring the inappropriate scenes with each page he flipped to, until he was completely distracted from the randomness escalating from the bedroom. He lived his seconds here on the roof, doing what he wanted, not wanting to worry about his NEETy baby brothers and their brimming pride.

Minutes passed, then an hour. Osomatsu felt incredibly relaxed, and he came to think why he didn’t do this activity very often. It had to be a result of the weather, he thought, since a cool temperature acted well enough as some sort of variable to improve his entity. He liked how the wind seeped into his sleeves, ruffled his hair, and kissed the skin slightly peeking out from between his pants and his socks. He enjoyed not having to worry about his debts, the money he had lost, and the responsibilities he assigned to himself as their big brother. The time he spent on this roof with that peace was extraordinary, and it was difficult imagining a life without it.

But at some point, the beginning stages of a downpour began, and tiny drops of rain pelted against his head, rolling down his face until the realization of the starting drizzle hit him. He looked up from the novel, watching the silver skies above him with its thin streaks of the rain, coming down slowly over the rooftops of a few of Akatsuka Ward’s buildings. It was nice, Osomatsu thought, to see a place under the mists of the sprinkle, bathing in a gentle stroke before it turned into a full-on shower. And it was fun to get drenched, Osomatsu thoughtfully added.

He pulled on his hoodie and slipped the manga inside it until it was hidden from the rain. And just in time too, as the redness of his top went redder as it was splotched with small circles. Osomatsu felt the droplets ooze through the cloth, dampening his skin underneath, and it tickled him, causing a cute smile to spread over his face. He inclined his head up as he let more drops of the rain smack against his face, some catching in his hair, and onto his legs, spread out in front of him as he pressed his palms behind him. It was nice.

And for a while, this was how it was for him, the rain acting as his playmate, and him acting as its playmate. He chuckled on his own as he let the waters of the sky slip over him like a child bathing in the rain. And he could even say he was a child, one in the body of a man. But that was what a basic description for a NEET was, wasn’t it? Being an irresponsible loser that society treated as nothing? Yeah. And he carried the title with pride.

But it was a depressing thought to imagine that the last time he had sat on this roof, he carried anything but pride. It had been dusk as well, but that time the world was colored with red and orange instead of the grays surrounding him now. And in that lone moment, he didn’t have to be alone on the roof, for the house itself had been void of the tomfoolery of his brothers. He remembered the blankness that had been his life as he slowly watched them leave, a curse bestowed on the first-born. And in the bedroom window, all he saw was the moon against the blue, just as lonely as he was.

Nah, now wasn’t the time to think about that depressing junk. It was raining and he was in his freedom! Osomatsu let himself laugh, shuddering at the wet drops that prickled against his skin, stuck to his clothes.

The rain strengthened, and Osomatsu lifted his hood. He could feel his marginally-wet hair pasted on his forehead, but he ignored it as he continued watching over Akatsuka Ward’s streets. The mist was thickening. Thunder began sounding, discreetly in the distance. And people began rushing about, briefcases rising to their heads as they darted around in search for vehicles or shelters that would shield them from the rain. Yet here Osomatsu was, absorbing the playful splatter of it.

Then he saw it. At the street was a rushing woman, carrying in her arms a little boy, no more than five years old. Without an umbrella. The child was getting wet, the mother was drenched, but she kept looking around, desperately trying to find the best place for them before either of them got too wet, or even worse, sick. She proceeded under the shade of a closed, little parlor, where she bounced the child on her arms in an attempt to remind him that she was there, and they were safe.

Osomatsu watched them pensively.

The mother shushed the little boy, because that’s what it looked like she did. Then she leaned him closer to her lips, and she pecked his cheek. The boy laughed, chuckling at the sign of affection, and the mother laughed along with him before cradling him to her chest. She swayed softly, and if Osomatsu was sure of what he was seeing, she began singing to him. It wouldn’t have worked, not when the sound of rain crashing against the sidewalk deafened the sound of everything else. But it seemed to work as the boy slumped in her arms, his face at the crook of her neck, finding slumber through their previous difficulty.

Heh. If only his brothers could do the same.

“Stupid, Karamatsu-niisan, get him to stop!”

“I’m trying!”

Ah, speaking of his brothers, they still weren’t through. And Osomatsu wasn’t in his mood to assist them. But even if he wanted to keep out of their problems…The downpour was getting stronger, his clothes were getting darker, and his hair was getting heavier. With a sigh, Osomatsu brought himself up from the roof and crawled back towards the window, where the scent of poop drifted heavily in the air. He flinched, coughing in repugnance, and Osomatsu dropped off his manga at the one corner of the room that didn’t seem affected by powder of baby food. He raised an unamused brow seeing his brothers’ states.

Karamatsu’s clothes were definitely peed on, and his face was covered with baby food. Choromatsu’s was the same, except it was food that coated his clothes instead of Karamatsu’s calamity. Todomatsu had rubber gloves on both hands, a hygiene mask he might’ve borrowed from Ichimatsu, and his old Sutabaa apron on, which was covered with all things baby-related save for the toilet stuff. And Jyushimatsu was trying to get closer to the baby which lay on the couch, his clothes completely stained that it was hard to tell that he was wearing yellow.

And the baby...its crying and continuous kicking drew him back, he looking like he had no idea what to do. Its arms waved frantically and harshly, and it was like getting hit by them might result in an unexpected fracture. So as much as Jyushimatsu strived to help him, the baby’s deranged movements stopped him from doing so. At least the baby had diapers on now, that was a relief.

Unimpressed, Osomatsu lowered his hood, saying, “What’s the update?”

“It won’t stop crying,” Choromatsu reported, not bothering to look at Osomatsu as he said it. “And unsurprisingly, Karamatsu’s lullabies can’t help him in the slightest.”

“What do you mean ‘unsurprisingly’?” Karamatsu croaked, hurt.

Still uninterested, Osomatsu looked around. “Where’s Ichimatsu?”

“Calling its parents,” Todomatsu answered, voice muffled by the mask. “I dunno how much he’s telling them, but I hope he doesn’t make us look bad.” He shrugged. “Well, it was his idea. Maybe he wouldn’t. And he’s just as much as a liar as the rest of us, so we’ll be totally fine.” He angled his eyes at Osomatsu. “What’s with you? You’re all wet.”

Osomatsu grinned wolfishly. “The weather’s nice out. That’s what happens when you aren’t stuck babysitting for someone.” A minute or so passed like this, with the baby continuously crying, with Jyushimatsu trying (unsuccessfully) to calm him down, and all the others standing to watch. The sound of its wailing corrupted the air, interrupting the drops outside, and with that, Osomatsu’s sanity. His brothers were enough to ruin his day, but for that to be worsened by their inabilities just through everything off the rail. This needed to stop. Now.

At long last, Osomatsu gritted his teeth and walked towards the couch, towards Jyushimatsu and the baby. “Let me try. Move aside, Jyushimatsu.”

Todomatsu eyed him skeptically. “What are you doing? Trying to make him cry more?”

As Jyushimatsu stepped back, Osomatsu looked down at the baby, at the mess of limbs it was flailing as it wept and wept, high-pitched wailing tearing out of its tiny, little throat. But more than anything, Osomatsu studied its movements, and he found a solid way on how he could work his way around it. Plus the glittery blue handkerchief that it was lying on top off was certainly going to help Osomatsu pick it up easier.

To Todomatsu, he said, “No, trying to make him cry less,” then he swooped low and scooped the baby up by starting off with wide arms before his hands went to the center, meeting at the baby’s back behind the handkerchief. Osomatsu lifted the child from the sofa, but it still cried and wiggled, its movements supplying for the lack of weight it was in Osomatsu’s hold.

It flailed, tiny hands striking against Osomatsu’s jaw, kicks slamming against his shoulders—he hoped it had nothing to do with him being wet. Osomatsu stepped back flinching, but tried to maintain keeping the child in his arms the best way possible, finding the best way to hold him for both the comfort of the toddler and his own. He slid his hands underneath it, trying to use his arms in a way that they acted as a barrier, slightly knocking against the baby’s sides until it decided not to move as much anymore. He adjusted the handkerchief, overlapping its corners over the baby’s body, its celeste top. This helped trap the baby’s arms until it wasn’t flinging as much anymore.

Jyushimatsu breathed, “Niisan?”

Though the baby was no longer thrashing, it was still sobbing uncontrollably. Osomatsu bit his lip, imagining what the best move to make was. But recalling the mother he had seen earlier, he decided to begin swaying, humming lightly until the baby quieted down slightly, still sniffing and whimpering, but no longer filling the room with deafening howling.

Choromatsu sounded stunned. “How?”

“Shh…” Osomatsu didn’t know if that was meant for Choromatsu or the baby—probably both. Osomatsu stepped away from the couch, keeping his eyes on the whimpering child even when he was aware of his brothers trying to make eye contact with him. “Hello there,” Osomatsu soothed, lightly rubbing his thumb against the baby’s blanketed waits. “I dunno ‘bout the others, but Osomatsu’s got you. Are you hungry? Or do you want to play with someone’s hair?” He chuckled lightly before turning to his brothers. “What were you supposed to do?”

“Um…” Todomatsu brought out his phone and swiped on the screen after peeling off one of his gloves. “Oh, it’s his nap time. We were trying to make him sleep.”

Osomatsu dipped his chin. “I see.” I can’t believe you need to check your phone to remember what you were just doing. He brought his focus back on the small child, so petite and little that it was hard to imagine the fight he had put up against his brothers. “So you need to sleep now, don’t ya? Do you sleep in a cradle often? Or does mommy need to sway you in order for you to fall asleep?” When the baby didn’t change his motions, Osomatsu reached towards one of the strings of his hoodie and inserted it in between the fingers of the child. And he had to admit how surprised he was to see the size difference of his hand to this child’s. How very far it was.

The child slowed its crying, bringing its eyes to the string in its hand. It began tugging, at first startling Osomatsu, but he managed to harden himself enough as the baby continued pulling on the string with as much force as it could. It was making these confused, baby noises that they made when they discovered an interesting toy, unaware of how to use it, so they just kept touching it to figure it out. He had to admit that its innocence and lack of understanding was cute.

Osomatsu chuckled. “Like the string? It isn’t hair, but it’s soft and thin. W-Wait, don’t bite it. It’s dirty.” Osomatsu adjusted the string, pulling on it a bit from the baby’s mouth. It came out with tinges of saliva, but to his surprise, he didn’t recoil at the sight if it. “When you’re a big boy, I bet mommy and daddy would treat you to some spaghetti. They’re long and squiggly too, and you can eat them up. Won’t you like that?”

The baby looked up at him with its big, watery eyes. Osomatsu felt nostalgia coarse through him, but he shrugged it off as he walked them over to the window, at the rain sailing down from the sky. “Look at that, little guy. Know what that is? It’s called rain. Osomatsu loves the rain. It’s very cold and nice, perfect if you wanted to sleep.” He bobbed the baby. “At this time, some say that the moon could be up. But it’s hiding behind the clouds, see? And the stars are too. But I love the stars, you know why? They remind me of my brothers.”

Now he wanted to slap himself for his big mouth, for his unexpected slip, and for his lack of awareness. He was certain that he was being watched so closely now, his movements being studied, and it made him tense as he refused looking behind him.

“Bu…”

Osomatsu looked down at the baby, its tiny voice forcing its way out. “Huh? Boo?” he asked, adding effort to pronounce the toddler’s attempt.

“Bu...ra...za…” it released.

Karamatsu gasped from behind.

Osomatsu let a moment of stunned silence pass before he spoke again. He tried keeping a soft timbre to his voice as he resumed, hiding his surprise. “Yeah. Buraza. Do you have any? I have five of them, and all of them have been trying so hard to take care of you. The same way that I, as the oldest one, takes care of them.” He returned his gaze to the window, at the pouring rain. “And I can’t imagine what it would be like if I couldn’t take care of them. When I was lonely once without them, all I could do was look out for stars. But I only saw the moon that night. It was lonely like me.”

He reached towards the glass of the window and pulled it towards them. When one side of the window shushed a part of the rain, Osomatsu said, “When I see the stars outside with the moon, it awakens mirth in me because they give the moon company. And for me, that’s what my brothers do to me when I feel alone. If it weren’t for them, I’m the one left casting the world with my purpose while they do theirs. But what’s the point of that if I wasn’t with them and they weren’t with me? We’re supposed to be together forever, aren’t we?” He chuckled, because if he didn’t he was surely going to get choked-up. “Do you feel lonely without your parents with you? Do you wish you were with them?”

The baby opened its mouth. “O...Ah?”

“Well, if they aren’t here with you now, they will be soon.” Osomatsu pulled the other glass towards them, and the sound of the rain lessened in volume. “Just like I’m back with my brothers, right? Everything works out in the end. If you’re lonely, you can always find your way back to someone you love when the time comes. So, I hope you can carry out this teaching I gave you when you get older. From the looks of it, you’re a smart and very tough baby. When you’re older, you’d be one to kick some ass if someone tries to mug you.”

Choromatsu startled. “O-O—!”

Todomatsu elbowed him, effectively shushing him.

Osomatsu ignored them, but he was aware of his younger brother’s intention. “Um, forget I said the A-word, ‘right? That’s inappropriate for someone like you. Stay with what I told you about time instead, okay? How patience is a virtue, and you’ll always end up with the people you love at the end of a dark tunnel.” He arranged the baby into a more comfortable position. “But first, before you can do that, I think mommy and daddy would like it if you took a nap. And for our sake, maybe we would too. Can you do that for me?”

The baby cocked its head. “...uwa?”

Osomatsu smirked, pulling it closer to his chest. “I heard Karamatsu-chan’s lullabies don’t work on you. Would you mind if I were the one who tried? Hm?” He placed the boy’s head to where his heart was and rubbed the salty trails on his flabby cheeks. “I don’t really sing, and usually, I suck when I do. But would you care if I tried? Here? With you?” When the baby made a small sound, Osomatsu took that as a yes. He looked back up at the storm clouds outside their window, searching for the moon and stars hiding somewhere behind the storm as he began swaying his arms.

“When you wish upon a star, Makes no difference who you are~ Anything your heart desires, Will come to you~”

He felt the baby slacken in his hold, a small yawn growing on its mouth as its little eyes fluttered shut. Osomatsu continued his swaying, grazing his thumb over its vulnerable little fingers. “You like that?” he whispered, the softest he’s ever whispered. But it felt natural, the tender longing of it captivating, and he sighed, resuming,

“If your heart is in your dream, No request is too extreme~ When you wish upon a star As dreamers do~”

The sliding door of their shared bedroom opened, and Ichimatsu slipped in. “Oi,” he announced with regular volume, “I called his parents. They’ll be here in about an h—”

“SHH…!” the remaining four hissed; Osomatsu merely turned towards them partially, the corner of his mouth raised in a half-smirk.

“Quiet. The baby’s sleeping,” Osomatsu told their reddening fourth-born.

Ichimatsu’s lazy eyelids weren’t lazy anymore, and his eyes went as wide as his brothers’ were earlier; everyone was watching Osomatsu now. Jyushimatsu was smiling brightly, hugging Karamatsu’s body brightly, ignoring the pee stains as the second-oldest rubbed his eyes with the back of his wrist. Choromatsu remained as boggled as earlier as he stared at his eldest brother, his angular mouth hanging open. And Todomatsu was pleasantly filming the scene with his phone, having removed his gloves and tossed them off towards their ruined couch. When Osomatsu remained staring at the five of them, Todomatsu mouthed a Just continue to him alongside a swift hand gesture.

Osomatsu glanced back at the baby, cuddling lovingly by his chest. Todomatsu was right that it wouldn’t be wise to stop now, not at this perfect moment, and for their selfish sake—the chance that they actually managed to check something off from its parent's bucket list. So returning to the window, watching the raindrops pass by, Osomatsu continued lovingly.

“Fate is kind~ She brings to those who love, The sweet fulfillment of, Their secret longing~

Like a bolt out of the blue, Fate steps in and sees you through~ When you wish upon a star, Your dreams... come... true~”

Later when the baby’s parents returned, Osomatsu was the one who received the biggest payment, just to lose it all when he went to the Pachinko Parlor the following day. It was expected—what would change with the Matsuno family’s eldest son after all?

#osomatsu-san #osomatsu-kun #osomatsu matsuno #karamatsu matsuno #choromatsu matsuno #ichimatsu matsuno #jyushimatsu matsuno #todomatsu matsuno #matsuyo matsuno #matsuzo matsuno #oneshot #fanfic #osomatsu fanfic

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angstmatsuscenarios · 5 years

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How about Suiriku witness Osomatsu crying? They keep quiet about it until the next day they question him, of course Oso denies but later on he finally breaks down and vents about the stress of being the eldest and a lot more things! Suiriku comforting aniki! ;w; take your time!

Here we go, some good Animatsu hurt/comfort. I love these boys so much and I hope you enjoy this!

They hadn’t meant to stumble upon something they shouldn’t have. They never meant to intrude, even though they hadn’t been noticed. They were simply trying to track down Osomatsu to see if he wanted to join them for a trip to Chibita’s oden stand.

But the second Karamatsu and Choromatsu found Osomatsu in their shared bedroom, curled up in the corner and sobbing quietly to himself, they’d quickly retreated, fortunately undetected by the eldest. Instead of going out without him, they sat in the living room, shaken by what they’d seen and trying to figure out what to do next.

“He never cries...ever,” Choromatsu said with a worried frown. “But he seemed inconsolable...should we have approached him and asked what was up?”

“Non.” Karamatsu shook his head, but his expression mirrored Choromatsu’s apprehension. “He would’ve reacted badly had we done that, I guarantee it. Sometimes it’s best to just leave one be when they need a good cry. Still...I wonder what’s troubling him so much?”

“It has to be something pretty bad, don’t you think?” Choromatsu mused anxiously. “I feel wrong not doing anything. We need to do something. He’s clearly hurting.”

Karamatsu nodded slowly, thinking. “How about this...let’s watch him for the rest of the day to see if he says or does anything. Maybe he’ll approach us on his own, if it’s truly so bad.”

“You know as well as I do that he won’t,” Choromatsu pointed out, then sighed. “But, yeah...maybe it’s best to wait. But if he seems, well, down or anything...maybe we should try asking him what’s wrong.”

“I think that’s the wisest choice, brother,” Karamatsu agreed, even though he didn’t seem very happy about it either.

For the rest of the day, Karamatu and Choromatsu kept a close eye on Osomatsu. They didn’t tell the younger brothers what they’d seen, not yet, not until they found anything out. And no one seemed aware that the oldest brother was being so closely monitored. But it became very apparent to Karamatsu and Choromatsu that something wasn’t right with their big brother.

Osomatsu put on a cheerful face, but his smile looked forced, his voice strangely hollow even as he cracked jokes with the others. If the youngest trio noticed anything, they didn’t show it, but Karamatsu and Choromatsu knew better. They could see a hidden sadness in Osomatsu’s eyes, eyes that were dull instead of shining brightly as usual, and it broke their hearts even though they didn’t say it out loud. They kept exchanging furtive glances behind Osomatsu’s back the whole day, their worry multiplying.

Day passed into night, then faded into the next morning. There was no change the next day. If anything, Osomatsu seemed drained, listless, not really paying attention to anything and occupying himself with a manga, as if to avoid talking much to the others. His brothers would speak to him, and he’d respond appropriately enough, but it was clear he wasn’t himself.

Karamatsu and Choromatsu realized now that they had to do something. They couldn’t just sit idly by while their brother suffered in silence.

The perfect opportunity arose when the youngest three brothers decided to go to the park. Karamatsu and Choromatsu declined the invitation to join them, and the second they left they moved in on the oldest.

“Osomatsu?” Choromatsu spoke up first, hesitantly. “Can we talk to you about something?”

Osomatsu glanced first at Choromatsu, then Karamatsu. Right away he could sense something was up, and he was on the alert. “Sure,” he responded suspiciously, lowering his manga. “What’s up?”

“Well...we noticed that you haven’t seemed quite like yourself the last couple days,” Karamatsu ventured cautiously, choosing his words carefully. “And we were wondering if something was wrong.”

“Huh? What are you talking about? I’m acting like myself!” Osomatsu protested instantly, but there was something to his defensiveness that struck a chord with the immediate younger brothers. Something was definitely up.

“Oso, we can tell when you aren’t acting like yourself,” Choromatsu retorted. “We’re your brothers, it’s sort of in our nature. You’ve seemed really distant and, well...sad.”

Karamatsu nodded his agreement, frowning worriedly.

“Sad?” Osomatsu repeated, his voice oddly strained. “I’m not sad. Why would you think that?”

“Just that...you’ve not been as, let’s say, vivacious?” Karamatsu offered. “It seems an awful lot like something is on your mind, but you won’t tell us what. We can’t help you if you don’t tell us.”

Osomatsu hedged, biting at his lip, then quickly shook his head and flashed them a grin that now looked very fake. “Guys, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Nothing’s wrong, I’m fine. Definitely not sad or whatever you got in your head. I’m just kind of tired, I didn’t sleep much last night.”

Choromatsu cast a quick glance at Karamatsu, who returned the look. Osomatsu didn’t seem like he was going to cave anytime soon.

“Are you sure?” Karamatsu asked at last. “Because if something’s wrong, you should tell us. We’re here for you.”

“Well, you don’t have to worry about me. I swear, I’m fine.” Osomatsu stood up then, ruffling Karamatsu’s hair affectionately, though his smile still didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I don’t want my cute little brothers getting upset over nothing.”

With that, he began walking out of the room, abandoning the conversation. Choromatsu didn’t want to just sit by and let that happen...not again. They’d let this happen too many times before.

“...Osomatsu. We saw you last night.”

Osomatsu froze in the doorway of the living room, and turned around to face his younger brother again. “...what?”

Karamatsu shot Choromatsu a look, silently asking if he should really do this. But Choromatsu inhaled a deep breath and let it out slowly before nodding slightly. He had to.

“We...we saw you in our room last night, crying,” Choromatsu began quietly, not meeting the oldest’s piercing gaze. “We didn’t want to pry or bother you if you needed a moment alone, so we didn’t mention it until now, but...but we know something is wrong, Oso. And we just want to help you.”

Karamatsu said nothing, but he cut a quick glance toward Osomatsu to try and read his expression The oldest looked stricken, blinking fast, as if he’d been caught doing something much worse.

“Please,” Choromatsu said, his voice now almost a whisper, “just...let us help you, Oso. Please tell us what’s wrong.”

A long, tense moment followed, and for a minute Karamatsu and Choromatsu expected Osomatsu to blow off the plea and walk away, or blatantly deny it again.

But that wasn’t what happened. Instead, at last, Osomatsu said faintly, “...I had no idea you heard that. I was just...I just had to let off some steam. I didn’t think anyone would find out and worry so much about me...I feel awful about that.”

“You don’t have to feel bad about crying, Osomatsu. You can cry whenever you want, and we would never judge you for it,” Karamatsu said gently. “But...we just want to know why you were crying, so we can help you.”

Osomatsu stepped into the living room again, dropping into a cross-legged position on the floor between Karamatsu and Choromatsu. His gaze shifted between the immediate younger brothers, doubt flickering in his eyes, as if he were questioning whether he should really speak what was on his mind. “I feel like you guys are going to think I’m, I don’t know...selfish if I tell you.”

“We would never think that, Oso,” Choromatsu assured him seriously.

“Okay.” Osomatsu sighed, wringing his hands in his lap. “The thing is, I was crying because...I was stressed, okay? Really stressed out. I’ve been feeling like that a lot lately. Maybe I’m just being dumb, but sometimes it’s...it’s really overwhelming to be the oldest brother.”

Karamatsu and Choromatsu watched on silently, each of them giving a tiny nod to urge Osomatsu to continue.

And Osomatsu did. Now that they’d gotten him to talk, it was a little easier for him to let the words flow. “It was easier when we were little, y’know? We were cute, and we could get away with the naughty things we did. But as we got older, Mom and Dad started to expect more of me ‘cause I’m the oldest, and they’d tell me off for being a bad example for the rest of you sometimes. I never wanted to be a bad example, but it’s hard sometimes living up to expectations. And...well, I’m pretty sure I’m a bad example to you all now, just sitting around with no motivation to do anything. Sometimes I think you’d be better off without me.”

Osomatsu drew in a shaky breath, his eyes now shiny with a sudden rush of tears. “But it’s not even just about being an example to you. It’s hard, wanting to always be there to protect you guys too. I feel like I should always be the one to help you up when you’re down, to take care of you and make sure you feel safe. I’ve always gotta be strong so you guys can really feel like you can depend on me, but it’s tough! It’s not easy acting like I can handle it all the time when sometimes I just feel like crying too! Especially since I let you all down so much!”

His shoulders trembled as he dissolved completely into tears, and Karamatsu and Choromatsu were quick to rush to his side. “I just...I wanna be a good big brother, but it’s hard! It’s so much pressure! And I don’t think I’m even very good at it!”

“Osomatsu…” Choromatsu’s heart broke, seeing Osomatsu so distraught. He comfortingly patted Osomatsu’s back and glanced over at Karamatsu, who looked equally upset. They let their big brother cry for a bit and let it out of his system before even attempting to say anything.

“Osomatsu, you are a good big brother--surely you must know this?” Karamatsu began, once Osomatsu’s sobs had tapered off to sniffling little whimpers as he struggled to compose himself.

“H-how so…?” Osomatsu wondered.

“So many reasons.” Karamatsu gave himself a moment to collect his thoughts before continuing. “For one thing, you support us. You might tease us, but you don’t judge us, especially for something we feel bad about enough. And you’re always there to comfort us when we need it, too. And I know that if anything ever happened to one of us, you’d do anything in your power to protect or defend us. You’re braver and stronger than you let on.”

“Osomatsu sniffed. “You th-think so…?”

Choromatsu nodded in agreement. “And Oso, you’ve grown a lot. You are reliable. You’ve done things wrong in the past, but you corrected yourself, and made up for it. Not everyone changes like that, but the fact that you have shows that you care.”

“You can trust us on that, can’t you?” Karamatsu asked, offering a small smile to Osomatsu.

Osomatsu rubbed at his eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie. “I want to...it means a lot to hear you say that. Thank you…”

They sat for another minute, Osomatsu wiping away his tears and sniveling. At last, Choromatsu spoke up again.

“But you know...you don’t have to carry the burden of being a big brother all by yourself,” he said. “You have Karamatsu and I to back you up. We’re all the oldest brothers. You don’t have to feel like you and you alone have to be responsible for everything.”

“That’s true,” Karamatsu attested. “You may be the only oldest brother, but that doesn’t mean you have to bear the weight of everyone’s problems on your own. And you certainly don’t have to keep your own problems to yourself just because you feel you aren’t allowed to ask for help! We’re all here to support and take care of each other, regardless of age order, are we not?”

“I guess…” Osomatsu mumbled uncertainly. “But if I can’t take the responsibility of being the oldest brother on my own, doesn’t that mean I’m weak…?”

“Absolutely not,” Choromatsu stated firmly. “If anything, being able to admit you need help is a sign of strength. You recognize your problems and know you can’t do it alone.”

“Choromatsu’s right--if you had kept it to yourself and let yourself keep getting overwhelmed and stressed like this, you surely would’ve reached your breaking point,” Karamatsu added. “It’s much better to get help before it’s too late. We want to help you. They’re our darling younger brothers too, after all!”

Osomatsu nodded, albeit somewhat hesitantly, as if still trying to accept that this was okay—that he didn’t have to assume all responsibility, that he wasn’t alone.

“Do you feel better now?” Choromatsu asked, after awhile.

“Yeah...I think so, a little anyway.” Osomatsu managed to smile, just a little. “Thanks...I’m really glad I can count on you two. You’re really good brothers.”

“Of course, my dear brother,” Karamatsu said, smiling as well. “We’d do anything for you.”

“All you have to do is ask,” Choromatsu added, giving Osomatsu’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

“In that case...can I ask you both for something now?”

“Of course!” Karamatsu responded. “What is it?”

Osomatsu’s small smile became sheepish. “Could you give Nii-San a hug, please…?”

“I think we can do that, easily.” Choromatsu leaned in and wrapped his arms around Osomatsu, and Karamatsu did the same. Osomatsu put his arms around his brothers and pulled them in close, squeezing them tightly. It was a good, long hug, one they all needed at the moment.

All of them were relieved right then—Karamatsu and Choromatsu because they now knew what had been eating away at the oldest and how to fix it, and Osomatsu because he’d finally had that weight lifted from his shoulders. He truly didn’t have to be a leader by himself.

It was good to be a united front, to be able to lean on each other. It was good to have brothers who really, truly cared.

#osomatsu san #osomatsu san angst #animatsu #crying #stress

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imaginetyzx · 4 years

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“My mom thinks I’m dating you.” w kara.. dude the Opportunity ... love, reigenquest

HAHAH THIS ONE WAS FUN TO WRITE EVEN THO IT'S SUPER SHORT

I've known the Matsu brothers for over half a year now, there's never a dull moment. I've gotten decently close with most of them, but I have a soft spot for Karamatsu. Predictable I know. His unwavering confidence... I envy it. I watch him in his "painful" ways, as his brothers call it, (I think it's just cheesy) and I just can't help but smile. I could never picture him any other way.

Other than right now. I'm at the Matsuno household right now, spending some time with them. When I arrived, their mother was unusually kind to me.

"Ah, Tyz! Hi! Coming to hang out with the boys today?"

"Mhm! They're in their room, I assume?"

"Yup! Would you like tea or coffee or anything before you go up?"

"No it's alright, thank you thought."

After that I waved her off and walked towards their room, but I couldn't help but feel like she watched me walk away. I don't know.

"Ah! Tyz!" Choromatsu is the first to notice my presence, waving at me with a manga in his hand. The others look up from what they're doing and it's almost as if they light up. Stop that.

Osomatsu is the next to speak up.

"Tyyyyzz c'mere I found a meme for you!" He groans, while I walk over and check. It's the Dorime meme but instead of a Doge someone (probably him) photoshopped a picture of Nyaa-Chan instead. I cackle.

"Oh my god PLEASE send me that I need to edit it even more and then we can show it to Choro.

"Show me what?" He tries to peak at the laptop, but I push him away.

"DON'T RUIN THE SURPRISE DUDE." I

Shout. I see Jyushimatsu waving me. over to look at the newest cat that Ichimatsu found on the street. It's black with some white spots all over it. I pet it, letting it dig it's head into my hand gently.

Several minutes go by and I'm shocked that Kara has been so quiet. I walk over and sit by him.

"Hey. Everything alright?" I ask.

As soon as I ask that, it's like he snaps out of it.

"Of course I am! Why wouldn't I be?" He practically cheers.

"No, somethings on your mind. Tell me." I look at him, unwavering. What's going on in that pretty little head of yours.

He sighs, acknowledging I won't give up.

"My mom thinks I'm dating you." He says, plain and simple. I freeze. Why would she think that? Does she know I like him? What the fuck! Fuck!

When I snap out of my trance, I notice the other 5 brothers overheard this and are also in shock.

"WHAAA-? Why would mom think that?" Oso groans, face-palming.

"Nii-san, they hang out like. Every day." Todomatsu points out.

"Plus one or both of you is always laughing at something the other says. It's pretty obvious." Choro says, not looking up from his manga.

I get flustered. This is just not going well is it. How am I supposed to react to this? I like him, so I can't just deny this, but at the same time I wasn't planning on confessing here and now!! Aaaaa!!

"I wasn't prepared for this really, but oh well." Kara says quietly, walking out of the room briefly. Less than a minute later, he comes back holding a bunch roses.

Uh.

Is this real.

I hear soft clicking from behind me. It's Todo's phone. He's fucking taking a picture. Hopefully just a picture and not a video or some shit.

"Well, I-I told her we weren't, obviously, but I...I do like you." I've never heard him speak so shyly before.

I can only stand there, in shock, as the man I'm in love with stands in front of me holding out roses to me.

I feel a hand push my back, causing me to get pushed towards Kara, who catches me in his arms. For a moment we make eye contact, both shy and confused as to what to do. I finally muster up the courage and lean my face up to kiss him.

Now the brothers are all in shock for real.

The kiss only lasts a moment, but it's a great moment. We let go of each other, and I take the roses.

"I'll come back same time tomorrow, okay?" I don't give him any choice.

"O... okay! Yes! Of course! I'll be here!" He says, face flushed and getting louder with each word. It makes me giggle.

I wave to them and exit the house. Not even a moment after I leave, Matsuyo barges into the room.

"NOW you're dating them?????"

#anon #drabble #tyzkara #fuckcksnakcndjdnf

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noplanlife · 5 years

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Summary: Telling Osomatsu’s family you were pushing the wedding date forward goes about as well as you could have expected it to.

This is the fifteenth chapter of a multi-chapter fic! Please find the rest here!

With your heart hammering an anxious rhythm in your chest through the entire process, you manage to carefully send the letter to your parents on its way back to your former kingdom. Not long ago, you would have thought of your letter’s trajectory being homeward. Yet, nowadays, you can’t help but think of home as being where you’re already staying. It’s likely for the best. This was where you’d be staying for the foreseeable future, after all. Amazingly enough, you’re not particularly worried about your future at all. Given that your future was not destined to be pursued alone, you find the prospect of the unknown waiting over the horizon a much less daunting prospect than you had before you’d ever met Osomatsu.

Still, you suppose you could afford to be anxious about a few things. For example, how were you going to break the news to your new in-laws about wanting to speed up your nuptials? Osomatsu--ever averse to planning--had seemed intent on simply winging the announcement when you’d brought up your concerns to him earlier. He’d been much more preoccupied with trying to coerce you into innumerable kisses than he had been in trying to help you draft your impromptu speech. Naturally, it fell on your shoulders to make this an occasion befitting of an announcement of such import. Between trying to organize a nice get-together with your soon-to-be family and thinking of just what to write to your parents, you’d found ways to thoroughly agitate that anxious little knot in the pit of your stomach.

“I just want to make sure it all goes right,” you tell Osomatsu on your way back from sending off your letter. He’d volunteered to come along with you when you’d told him you were mailing out your letter, though you suspect his intentions were less for the purpose of providing emotional support and more for the chance to gawk at you when he thought you weren’t looking. While you certainly were endeared to know he thought so fondly of you, it was hard to focus on not wanting to pull him into a corner somewhere whenever you caught him sighing wistfully at your profile. That was probably his plan, damn him.

“It’s gonna be fine ,” Osomatsu reassures you as he slings one of his arms across your shoulders. You find yourself nestled into his side, with him nuzzling his face into your hair as he continues on, blithely, “You could tell my family about this in a barn, and they’d freak out--in a good way! You don’t have to pull out all the stops for this, you know.”

You pull back so that you can give him your most serious, determined expression. Osomatsu’s eyes crinkle at the corners as he smiles at you, the prince plainly amused by the furrow to your brow and the pout on your lips.

“I want to, though! This means a lot to me. It’s just that having something for people to be excited about on our behalf is important to me,” you manage to explain. You turn away from him, fretting and mindlessly tapping your fingers together in a display of your distress. From your periphery, you see Osomatsu roll his eyes before he steps out in front of you to take your hands in his. With your fingers now twined together, Osomatsu says,

“Then it’ll go great. You always do a great job with things that matter to you. Hell, you do a good job with things that don’t even matter.”

Osomatsu’s reassurances soften the tense line of your shoulders, and you let yourself sag forward until your forehead is pressed to his chest and his arms come around to encase you in a warm embrace.

“I hope my parents will be as happy to hear the news as you think your family will be,” you finally say, more to yourself than your intended. Osomatsu sets his chin to rest atop of your head.

“‘Course they’ll be. What kind of parents wouldn’t be happy about this sort of thing?”

You are absolutely positive Matsuyo is on to you the second she steps into the dining hall. The self-satisfied aura she radiates when she steps into the cavernous space is nearly tremendous enough to bowl you over. Very suddenly, you are struck by the knowledge of just where Osomatsu gets that infuriatingly smug (if cute) smirk he usually wears whenever he thinks he has some sort of advantage over you. The fact that the Queen only barely manages to stop herself halfway through an excited squeal when you pointedly avoid her gaze only solidifies your suspicions about her suspicions..

Fortunately, the rest of the Matsuno clan seem more focused on the food than the occasion for its presence. You don’t even have time to rise from your chair, champagne flute already in hand, before Jyushimatsu is leaping onto the table to wrestle with the roast pig. Somewhat inured to Jyushimatsu’s antics, you patiently watch and wait while Ichimatsu begins counting down the seconds the pig has been in Jyushimatsu’s chokehold with accompanying slaps to the tabletop. As the dishware rattles, the King wisely picks up his plate from the table before it tips off. Finally having enough, Choromatsu delivers hearty downward chops to the top of the troublemakers’ heads while indignantly spluttering, “Get off the damn table! Show some manners, you shitty excuses for princes!”

As Choromatsu and Jyushimatsu struggle over custody of the main course, Todomatsu turns to you with a bright, expectant smile and fluttering lashes.

“Thank you so much for doing such a cute little get-together like this, Princess! I bet you’d really love one of my tea parties--”

“She doesn’t want your petty forks, or whatever you call them, Todomatsu,” Osomatsu cuts in, his tone sour as he pulls back the bowl of his spoon to catapult an assortment of vegetables at the youngest. Todomatsu slices through the air at the incoming volley with a butter knife, saving his pristine outfit from harm. Just as Karamatsu begins to lean over to congratulate his younger brother for his swift reflexes, Matsuyo seems to finally have enough. With a shout, she slaps a hand over Karamatsu’s mouth before he can even say anything painful, sending him toppling backwards out of his seat with a yelp and a resounding clatter. Now on her feet, the Queen shouts,

“BE QUIET, YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING ROYALS!!!”

Every man in the room immediately goes to their appropriate seat, sitting with perfect posture and with their hands demurely in their laps. Even the pig Jyushimatsu had wrestled off of the table is sitting politely in its own chair. Satisfied, the Queen smiles at you with all teeth and bids you, “You had something to say, Dear?”

“R-right. Of course. Yes,” you stammer, unable to prevent yourself from wilting a bit under the intensity of the Queen’s gaze. She’s looking at you like a starving predator looks at the particularly juicy prey it’s managed to corner. Clearing your throat, you reach out a hand towards your intended, which Osomatsu takes eagerly. With Osomatsu standing at your side, you feel more confident. You would do this just like you planned, with the speech you had taken the time to memorize for this occasion. The room is quiet when you take a deep, bracing inhale, and then-

“We’re getting married,” Osomatsu says, bluntly. Every person at the table arches a brow, mouths open to ask the inevitable question when Osomatsu clarifies, “In two days.”

Unsurprisingly, all hell breaks loose. Matsuyo lets out the loudest cheer you’ve ever heard as she flips over the entire table so that nothing can impede her on her way to you and your intended. You don’t even have time to take a breath before she’s crushing you and Osomatsu in her arms, your feet dangling off of the ground as she violently swings you both from one side to the next. There is a worrying crack, and you’re not sure if it came from your ribs, or Osomatsu’s. Mercy arrives in the form of the King, who very gently tries to pry his wife off of the both of you.

“Now, now, Honey, they can’t get married if you crush them both to death, you know…”

With a mighty sniffle, Matsuyo releases the both of you, and you collapse into Osomatsu’s arms the moment you are free. He looks to be faring slightly better than you, if only because he has more experience with his mother’s hugs.

“I mean, I thought the wedding was why you arranged this--” Matsuyo is speaking to you now, her voice thick with emotion as she gestures to the chaotic dining hall. You only have time to catch sight of five arms reaching out from behind the King like some sort of monster from the deep before Osomatsu is snatched up by the shirtfront and dragged into the throng of his brothers. The familiar sounds of landed punches and spit curses ring through the air. You trust Osomatsu will make it through his brothers’ congratulatory gauntlet. Probably.

“I, well, I’d intended it to be a bit more-” You cut yourself off with a bemused huff, finally accepting the reality of the situation. With a family like the one you’d soon be joining, all plans tended to fall to the wayside. Osomatsu had probably cut in to announce the wedding not to disrupt your speech, but because he knew it was inevitable that it would be interrupted by his family one way or another. You knew how desperately he wanted you to love his family, and he was more than willing to take your ire if it meant making sure you wouldn’t be truly offended by his siblings. It’s a silly notion on his part--you could never hate his family. “Actually, yes, Osomatsu and I had wanted to tell you about moving the wedding forward. He’d told me there wasn’t any need to make an occasion of it, but…”

Both the King and Queen are paying you their full attention. Mirrored expressions of warmth and fondness spread across their faces, and both of them reach out to place a hand on either of your shoulders.

“Thank you.”

With a sigh, Matsuzo looks over his shoulder at his many squabbling sons while shaking his head.

“I’ll try and make sure they’re better behaved for the actual wedding.”

#osomatsu san #osomatsu #osomatsu x reader #garbage fic for garbage boys #back in business

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dragonflybelle · 7 years

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Osomatsu-san PS Vita game translation - Karamatsu 11 - Rock Detective Karamatsu

Karamatsu: Detectives, huh... Heh, that's so rocking!

Osomatsu: Oi, stop hogging the TV, Karamatsu. Karamatsu: P, please wait. It's about to get to the good part. Todomatsu: Ah, that drama is Rock Detective Takatake Hayato, it's popular right now. Ichimatsu: What kind of a middle schooler name is that. Choromatsu: Don't you know it? It's a big hit drama, with ratings of over 30%. Osomatsu: No way, is it seriously 30%? They're raking it in. Ichimatsu: They should make it clearer whether he's a rockstar or a detective. Karamatsu: He's a detective! Jyushimatsu: Hustle detective! Karamatsu: A rock detective! Ichimatsu: It doesn't matter anyway... Osomatsu: You know, in stuff like this, don't crimes always conveniently seem to happen in places where the detective is? Todomatsu: That's right, you don't just come across murders normally. Choromatsu: But you see, this is fiction. If it didn't do what it promised in its premise, it would be boring. Jyushimatsu: The promised twist! The steamy hot springs murder! Osomatsu: Ha, that's a good one. Convenience is king. Karamatsu: Can't you be quieter, brothers. This is a good bit. Osomatsu: ...Fine. But in return, I'm changing the channel when it's over. Karamatsu: Yeah, you can do whatever you want afterwards. Todomatsu: Hmm, Karamatsu-niisan as a detective...

Jyushimatsu: Hum hm hum, humm. Choromatsu: What are you doing, Jyushimatsu. Jyushimatsu: I'm making dumplings to help get rid of cockroaches! They're really deadly! Choromatsu: Hmm? Karamatsu: He's so cool, Takatake Hayato. Choromatsu: Well, I do think he's cool, but isn't he a little old fashioned? "The culprit is somewhere in this room!" that's not something anyone says anymore. Ichimatsu: It does feel worn out... Karamatsu: Isn't that what's good about it! The classic way is the best! Jyushimatsu: In a farewell grand slam home run way? Choromatsu: No, I don't really understand if it's like that. Karamatsu: No, it's exactly like that! He solves crimes in a rocking way, just like a grand slam home run! Jyushimatsu: Yeah. Osomatsu: Uh, this is getting ridiculous. Karamatsu: No, from now on, I am a rock detective! The audience are demanding I solve crimes! Todomatsu: Who is this audience, Karamatsu-niisan? Karamatsu: The audience is... the.. it's, you know, the people watching... Osomatsu: Oi, let's leave Karamatsu be and watch baseball or something. Jyushimatsu: Baseball! Hustle hustle!! Aye aye!!

Matsuyo: NEETs. I've got some wanted ads. It doesn't matter if it's a part time or a temporary job, just start working already. Osomatsu: Ok.

Osomatsu: Wanted adds, they're bound to be just convenience store jobs and stuff like that. No way I could do it. Choromatsu: Ah, there's an ad for a detective agency. Karamatsu: There is!? Choromatsu: Yeah, here. It says "Calling all rock detectives" Karamatsu: ...!! Osomatsu: They're definitely riding on the back of that drama. So uncool. Todomatsu: Not even Jyushimatsu would fall for such bullshit. Jyushimatsu: Yes! Karamatsu: This is it! Ichimatsu: Shittymatsu fell for it. Shit is definitely shit. Karamatsu: This, this has got to be it! I'll become a detective and quit being a NEET! Choromatsu: I don't think it's going to be that simple... Because, look here. There are some requirements. Karamatsu: What's this, requires high level wisdom and deductive skills... Osomatsu: You don't have either of those for sure. Karamatsu: No, I have them... probably. There are hidden talents sleeping within me! Jyushimatsu: Wow, Karamatsu-niisan, are you going to become a detective!? Choromatsu: I don't think people like us with no education or employment history can become one so easily though. Karamatsu: Heh, my talents are about to bloom! I'm going to apply straight away! Karamatsu: Hello, I saw your wanted add... Eh, what's my educational and employment background? No, I don't have any educational achievements in particular... And I'm unemployed. No, but I'm sure I have high level deductive skills...! Hello?. They hung up...

Osomatsu: See, what did I tell you. There's no way we can do it. Karamatsu: Heh, it seems that this agency couldn't contain all my talent. That's right, brothers. But if I give up here, I'll always be a NEET. Todomatsu: Then don't set you hopes too high on something like being a detective, just work normally. Ichimatsu: But you're not working. Osomatsu: Whatever, give up. Karamatsu: Damn...!

Osomatsu: Ugh... Guh...argh...!? Jyushimatsu: Osomatsu-niisan!!

Osomatsu: U…gh, argh…!! Karamatsu: What...? Choromatsu: Osomatsu-niisan! What happened!? Say something, Osomatsu-niisan! Karamatsu: Wait, brothers! Calm down! Ichimatsu: What, Shittymatsu? This isn't the time for that...! Karamatsu: I'm telling you to wait! Osomatsu is already... dead. Choromatsu: What are you saying? Don't say unfunny jokes like that! Hey, Osomatsu-niisan! Karamatsu: Face reality, he's dead! Choromatsu: Then I'll check...

Karamatsu: Don't touch him!! Choromatsu: Why! Karamatsu: We don't know if he was killed by someone else or if it was suicide... It's the detective's job to preserve the crime scene until the police get there! Todomatsu: But we're not detectives or anything like that... Karamatsu: No wait... this was murder! And what's more, it was a cunning poisoning. Choromatsu: Karamatsu, listen to us! And a moment ago you said you didn't know whether it was murder or suicide! Karamatsu: I've decided it should be murder. Choromatsu: What do you mean by should be! Karamatsu: You idiot! Choromatsu: W, what do you mean by idiot! Karamatsu: Osomatsu is dead! Take it more seriously! Choromatsu: I could say the same thing back to you, Karamatsu! Jyushimatsu: Ah, Osomatsu-niisan just moved! Karamatsu: You idiot! Jyushimatsu: Uhee!? Karamatsu: If I say he's dead, he's dead! Jyushimatsu: O, ok... Todomatsu: Stop this already, Karamatsu-niisan. Karamatsu: There's nothing else for it... I didn't want to say this, but... Todomatsu: I don't want to hear it, but what is it? Karamatsu: The culprit is somewhere in this room! Choromatsu: Hah!? Ichimatsu: What are you talking about. Jyushimatsu: The culprit? Where, where!? Todomatsu: No, there's no way! Choromatsu: Karamatsu, stop messing around! You won't become a detective by doing this! Todomatsu: That's right! Ichimatsu: Shittymatsu...! Actually you're not even shit, you're trash, no, you're Garbagematsu...! Jyushimatsu: Is Karamatsu-niisan garbage? Karamatsu: Dammit... At this rate the crime I luckily came upon is going to be all for nothing... But this is the critical moment which will decide whether or not I can become a detective. I need to ask that person for their advice...! Hello? Oi, please listen to me! The thing is...

Option One: Check if Osomatsu is alive or dead.

Karamatsu: No, but Osomatsu is already dead... Choromatsu: Of course they told you to check if he's still alive. Karamatsu: Uh, t, that's... Choromatsu: Do you not understand something so obvious? You've got bigger problems than not being a detective. I can't keep playing charades with you, Karamatsu. Let me take a look at Osomatsu right away. Karamatsu: ... Choromatsu: Osomatsu-niisan? Oi, Osomatsu-niisan. ...? It looks like there's something stuck in his throat. Ok, I'm going to thump his back. Osomatsu: Hack... hackkak... Choromatsu: He's alive after all. Maybe I should hit him harder. Hey, Osomatsu-niisan, cough it up!

Osomatsu: Geee, gwack!! Haa... haa...Shit... I, I thought I was going to die...! Choromatsu: There were some dumplings stuck in your throat? That's like a three year old child, Osomatsu-niisan. Osomatsu: Huh... how stupid, I let my guard down... Choromatsu: I hope you've realised something through all of this. That crimes don't just occur anywhere. Karamatsu: Ye, yeah... Osomatsu: Karamatsu, you bastard! I heard everything! Because you kept saying I was dead, I nearly died! Pretending to be a detective even though you have no experience at all, you crappy jerk. Karamatsu: Uh... Uhhh... Choromatsu: It's just like Osomatsu-niisan says. Listen, crimes don't just happen so easily and becoming a detective is really hard. It's not something those of us living a peaceful NEET life can do. It's for people graduated from a top university, studied the law, made connections in various places and have some financial backing. Enjoying a TV show is fine, but have some awareness of the difference between dreams and reality.

Karamatsu: Uh, shit...!! Uh... hick, dammit. Everyone said such mean things to me... Chibita: Oi, I don't know what happened, but you're drinking too much. Karamatsu: Even you're lecturing me now!? Chibita: No. It's no good, he's completely drunk. Karamatsu: Hick... Even I, even I can be a real detective one day...! Chibita: It's no use. Today's my treat. Drink until you feel better. Karamatsu: Chibita, sorry... No, wait. Was that really the Osomatsu I know back there? And the same with Choromatsu. There's no way he would act that efficiently... I can't leave it like this! Detective Karamatsu's skills will shine this time for sure...! Wait for me, brothers! Chibita: Well, I'm glad he cheered up by himself at least. But he ended up not paying after all. Option Two: Please call the police.

Karamatsu: The, the police...!? (Wait, wait, wait, what if I call the police and this becomes a really big deal. I casually said that Osomatsu was dead, but they could get really angry at me.) N, no, this isn't something we need to rely on the police for. If I can't solve a crime on this scale, I'll probably never be able to become a detective. Ichimatsu: It's not important whether or not you can become a detective. Hurry up and call the police...! Karamatsu: Wait, I'm about to solve it!! Ichimatsu: Hah? Oi, Todomatsu, give me your smartphone. Todomatsu: Here. Karamatsu: Please wait, seriously, please wait. Todomatsu: Karamatsu-niisan... Ichimatsu: You just don't know when to give up. I'm going to call the police right now and that's that. Karamatsu: Please! I want... to become a detective! Becoming a detective, solving the crime and becoming the most rocking guy in the world...!! This is my chance...!! Ichimatsu: Do I look like I care, Shittymatsu. I'm not going along with your play pretend games. Karamatsu: W, w, w, w, wait, brother. Hey!? Hey!? We're brothers, aren't we? Ichimatsu: I don't care. I'm going to call the police. Todomatsu: Wait! Karamatsu: Todomatsu...? Todomatsu: Hey, Ichimatsu-niisan. Just let Karamatsu do whatever he wants. Ichimatsu: What are you talking about? Are you saying that Osomatsu is dead now too...?

Todomatsu: It's just, you know. This is the first time I've seen Karamatsu-niisan so enthusiastic about something in a long time... If he wants to be a detective, then I think we should let him try. Let's wait a while before reporting this to the police. Maybe Karamatsu-niisan really can solve this crime. Karamatsu: Todomatsu...! Todomatsu: Karamatsu-niisan, don't worry about us... Karamatsu: No, this is wrong! Todomatsu: Karamatsu-niisan? Karamatsu: I was... saying I wanted to be a detective while being willing to let Osomatsu die in front of me for my own benefit... There's no way a person who would do that could become a detective! Todomatsu: Karamatsu-niisan...! Karamatsu: Ichimatsu, call the police. Ichimatsu: ...Ok. Karamatsu: (After that, Osomatsu was brought back from the edge of death through emergency resuscitation. I'm sure he's happily off playing pachinko once again today.

Todomatsu: Ichimatsu-niisan, we got a postcard from Karamatsu-niisan.

Ichimatsu: Hmm... Todomatsu: (After that incident Karamatsu ran away from home, lamenting about how unreasonably he'd acted, and is now traveling around the country as a priest. From the correspondence he occasionally sends, he seems to be doing well, and that's the most important thing. And it's probably the perfect job for a virgin like Karamatsu. Ichimatsu: He ought to come home once in a while.

Karamatsu: Hey, brothers! Stop making up stories about me while I've just popped out to the convenience store. And I wanted to be a detective, not a priest! Understand!? Ichimatsu: ...Tsk Todomatsu: Tee-hee. Karamatsu: Tell me why!! Option Three: Believe in yourself.

Karamatsu: That's right... I should believe in myself! Jyushimatsu: Oh! Karamatsu: Why... Why is Osomatsu dead... !? Jyushimatsu: Hum hmm hum, humm. Karamatsu: ... Jyushimatsu: Death blow, overkill, extermination. Karamatsu: Jyushimatsu, what are you doing?

Jyushimatsu: I'm making dumplings for getting rid of cockroaches. They're really deadly. Karamatsu: These, these are poison dumplings for cockroaches...! Could it be... I think that this could be it...! Karamatsu: Have you been making those for a while? Jyushimatsu: Yeah! They look delicious, don't they? They'll fool the cockroaches too. Karamatsu: ... Jyushimatsu: Hum hmm hum, humm. Cockroaches roly poly fall down dead. Karamatsu: Oh my god...! Jyushimatsu: What is it, Karamatsu-niisan? Karamatsu: N, no... This was an unforeseen accident. Jyushimatsu: Unforeseen? Karamatsu: (That's right, Jyushimatsu was just trying to get rid of cockroaches... If I say Osomatsu died from eating the poisoned dumplings he made now, he'll be really hurt.) Karamatsu: Let's call an ambulance. Jyushimatsu: Alright! Karamatsu: And Jyushimatsu. Jyushimatsu: What? Karamatsu: There's no need to make the dumplings look so delicious. They're for cockroaches anyway so it doesn't mean a thing if they look good to humans. Jyushimatsu: Really? Karamatsu: And it's dangerous to carelessly leave them where people can see them. It would be awful if someone ate one by accident. Ok? Jyushimatsu? This is a secret between you and me. Jyushimatsu: Aye aye! Karamatsu: (After that, Osomatsu got his stomach pumped at the hospital and survived without any further problems. People can't die from cockroach poison so easily anyway. I kept the truth to myself and quietly gave up on my dream of being a detective...)

Karamatsu: Heh, today I displayed tremendous powers of deduction. Osomatsu: What are you talking about? It's not like there was any kind of incident to solve or anything. Even the doctor at the hospital said it wasn't that serious. Karamatsu: Heh, brother. It was thanks to my precise instructions that you were treated so effectively. Osomatsu: Yeah, yeah. So what was the reason I collapsed in the end? Karamatsu: ...That's a secret. It's a delicate issue. Osomatsu: Hah? That makes no sense at all. Jyushimatsu: Wah, today's meat dumplings are delicious! Karamatsu: So today's dinner is a pile of meat dumplings... ...Ugh!? Osomatsu: Hmm? What is it Karamatsu? Karamatsu: Gwack, my, my stomach...! Matsuyo: Ah, by the way, I added the dumplings which were in the kitchen. I thought that it would be a waste not to. Karamatsu: Hey... you probably shouldn't have done that, mother!

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mikhailsbluecarnation-blog · 7 years

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It just happens, I can't help it!

'Karamatsu is Osomatsu's friend and Osomatsu is Karamatsu's friend' that is what they were thinking since they were kids. Karamatsu was a child fostered by the church of goodwill and Osomatsu is a devil who is far too lovely for his kinds.

"Karamatsu!! Let's play!" Osomatsu tugged Karamatsu's shirt and smiled while wagging his tail, "I brought apples for you, kinda steal it from Jyuushimatsu's place though" he whispered and looked at his surrounding.

Karamatsu sighed and lied his hands on Osomatsu's head and ruffled his hair while chuckling, "Doing naughty stuff again? That is like you. But you know Adam eat apple made from heaven and fell to earth, I am already on earth, do you want me to fall to hell and damnation with you?" He pinched Osomatsu's cheeks and grinning when Osomatsu blinked fastly and rubbed his red cheeks and sulking.

"But...Karamatsu, I thought you will like food from up there" Osomatsu pointed up to the sky, "I guess I will just eat it". "Or return it" Karamatsu quickly cut Osomatsu's words and smiled, "Be nice for me, okay? Osomatsu, my Osomatsu", Karamatsu smiled and put wet towel on Osomatsu's cheek to cooled the red down. Osomatsu wagged his tail relaxedly and warped it on Karamatsu's hand while humming, they were always on each other's companion.

Few days passed, Osomatsu and Karamatsu walked inside forest; enjoying the scent of pine trees and birds singing on the sky. Karamatsu spotted a man with white cloth staring at them, it was Choromatsu. "What a weird sight! Oh!! A priest and a demon? What is this? World has gone terribly mad, huh?" Choromatsu dissed Karamatsu at first sight, and it makes Osomatsu gone mad.

"Oh yeah? Speaking about foul-mouthed Goddess like you!" Osomatsu hissed and pushed Choromatsu back to the pond and Choromatsu slammed Osomatsu to the ground using his plants. They kept swearing and blaming while beating each other, Karamatsu frozed a bit, getting lost in the noisiness of both of them.

Then he bursted a laugh, Karamatsu laughed way too much, he teared up and coughing. Choromatsu and Osomatsu looked at Karamatsu, wondering what happened to him.

"Karamatsu? Oiiii, what happen? Man, you are weird", Osomatsu let go of Choromatsu and flew low to Karamatsu, he pat Karamatsu's head and hugged him with full of warmth and worry. Choromatsu fixed his clothes and pouted, "Geez, to think a devil like you actually have heart", Choromatsu looked away quickly and sighing. He got up from his pond and looked at Karamatsu, more like staring.

Karamatsu cold sweated and asked Osomatsu to let him go, Osomatsu did and he sulked again. Choromatsu stuck his tongue out and looked at Karamatsu again. Karamatsu tilted his head a bit, "Something is wrong?", Choromatsu shrugged and took his hand. "I want to talk, far from here", Choromatsu dragged him far to deeper forest, leaving Osomatsu alone.

Choromatsu closed his eyes, "I know I can trust you, you are a strong man, although befriend with a devil" Choro squinted at Osomatsu whom is metres away from them, and Karamatsu stared at him with disbelief also suspicion, Choromatsu sighed and fidgeted a bit.

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Choromatsu looked at his surrounding, to make sure no one can hear him, "Karamatsu, I want you to get rid of Osomatsu. He caused too much trouble up there ; therefore, it is very disturbing" Choromatsu said without any hesistation. Karamatsu gritted his teeth, "He is MY friend, I don't want to. Beside can't you do it by yourself? You are strong, aren't you?", Karamatsu stepped away a bit and wiped his crystal tears of guilt on his eyes.

Choromatsu rolled his eyes, he sat on the branch, "I can give you anything :heaven, purity of the world even grace. Just get rid of that thing!", Choro looked as he will burst out of wrath. Karamatsu shook his head then he heard the word 'grace', it caught his attention. Afterall, most of people who worships are aiming for grace. "I will try", Karamatsu looked at Choro, "I want to make a promise with you, for this world".

Ichimatsu appeared behind Karamatsu, "What are you? A Puritan? Preaching God and spitting metaphors on your diary that Osomatsu read it loudly?" Ichimatsu stared Karamatsu with disgust before vanishing to thin air. Karamatsu sat down and sighing, "I will do my best". He stood up and leaving Choromatsu.

Osomatsu was sleeping on a log when Karamatsu found him, Karamatsu looked at him with lots of dear grew on his eyes before it turned dark when he remembered his promise with Choromatsu, a promise that tasted bitter. Osomatsu moved his wings a bit then he woke up with a cheek, blushing like a peach. Karamatsu picked him up and carried him on his back, "Let's have our supper! It is already night, Osomatsu!", Karamatsu said as cheerfully as possible, for the sake of his promise. Osomatsu move his wings quickly and agreed with cheerful and sweet tone; hence, he know nothing about what was going on behind his back.

Both of them cooked once they arrived, then they ate their simple supper, "Osomatsu, I want to talk to you", Karamatsu looked deeply to Osomatsu's eyes. Osomatsu looked back and nodded, "Yes? Sure", Karamatsu smiled in relief.

"I want you to not to be nice and be naughty in this world's surface. Just not up there okay?", it was a white lie, Karamatsu just want to have reason for banishing Osomatsu from this world's surface! That is all he want to. Osomatsu gasped and jumped up and down, "Yes!!! Since Karamatsu said so, so I will!" He flied up with excitement to ceiling; then, his head hit it "I want to tease others!!", he laughed a bit. Karamatsu just smile and laughed it off.

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Days passed, Ichimatsu groaned in frustation, He lost his sychte! Ichimatsu gone real mad because he need it. He walked to Karamatsu's room and asked for it, "Damn you! Do you see my schyte??" Ichimatsu sighed in frustation, "Is this Osomatsu's doing again? It is already 10th time this week! Why do you let him loose?". Karamatsu laughed, "Relax, Ichimatsu. This is part of my plan". Choromatsu whom sat on Karamatsu's bed nodded. Ichimatsu just sighed. Todomatsu whined because he got teased by Osomatsu the most, "waaahh!!" He ran to Ichimatsu and hugged him tightly, "Osomatsu is one hell of a devil! So naughty! I heard he is going to the town! It is dangerous!".

Karamatsu smirked, "Let's go to the prayer's balcony. I have gathered enough reasons to banish him, right Choromatsu?", Choromatsu smiled and kissed Karamatsu's necklace on Karamatsu's hand, "Yes, more than enough. Because it is not enough for you, you want to make him do more than he did right?"

"Right right" Karamatsu sat on the inside room balcony, looking down while waiting for Osomatsu. Osomatsu blast open the door, he got severed burns. Osomatsu never faced other priests, so he thought they are as open as Osomatsu.

"Karamatsu!! Help me! I need dry clothes! They showered me with holy water!!" Osomatsu shouted while running around the hall, then he looked up in relieve.

"Karamatsu!!"

Karamatsu did not answer. He opened a black book and took deep breath.

"Karamatsu!! answer me!!" Osomatsu yelled again, he made fire on his body to evaporate the water, "Karamatsu, are you angry? Answer me. Do I overdid it?"

Choromatsu alongside with Jyuushimatsu and others moved closer to the balcony, looking down at Osomatsu. "He won't, he won't answer lower beings like you"

Osomatsu looked down to the ground, he felt betrayed. He started howling and hollering at the same times, making him sounds very far from any human. His voice screamed pain and desperation. "KARAMATSU! DIE! DAMN IT! TRAITOR! I THOUGJT YOU ARE DIFFERENT! I WILL KILL YOU! DEFINETLY!", Osomatsu stomped on the ground before flying high approaching Karamatsu who looked so calm.

"Osomatsu, my Osomatsu. I give you my permission to do as you please, to dance on others's misery and laughed while forgetting your doings. This is your final dance, you do so much for me. I never know a demon that dance while spreading evil and curse can be angry on a mere human like me? You are my friend, you are mine and I am yours, you know that. I have my reason" Karamatsu opened his mouth and talked, Osomatsu stopped flying mid air, "but you are the only one who is nice to me", his eyes appeared waterly.

"I know. I know. But I am a priest! It just happens! I can't help it!" Karamatsu laughed maniacally, "This is amazing, right Osomatsu? I have been with you, I know your weak points. You are just too focused to someone to get along with! You are a fool for picking me! How adorable!", Karamatsu put more pressure, he knew Osomatsu won't fight back, he knew.

Osomatsu started sniffling, he could not believe it, he did not want to. He glared at Karamatsu while trying to called his power on his hands but fail. Choromatsu smiled menacingly, "Osomatsu. You are a lonely boy. I pity you". Osomatsu jumped and choked Choromatsu while try to keep trying to call out his power to burn Karamatsu and all. Choromatsu pushed him aside with ease and showed his snobby scoffs, "Weak! Lame! Plain!"

"Why?? Why?? Why I can't use my power??" Osomatsu hollered and started crying more and kore, his crystal clear tears turned black. "What happen to me?? Damn it!!!" He hit the floor until it cracked. "Why am I crying? Devil never cry!".

Karamatsu took a deep sigh, "Because I know you have fragile heart and will cry. Devils loses their power when they are crying, you must'vd know that. Oh, your wings are wilting, better to stop crying, just go far from this place, Osomatsu. Please.", Karamatsu held the weakened wings and sighing. "You have become weaker..."

Osomatsu yellled, "I don't!! I don't want to listen to you ever again! You lie!! Let me cry to my heart content!" Osomatsu who have been raised without knowing his weakness and strength just continue to crying. "It hurts everywhere when I cry, I can't stop. Don't tell me what to do!" Osomatsu walked away from there while crying, his hands turned pale and gray, his breath sounds like choking, his wings became dry and black before it fell off.

Karamatsu choked by fear when looking at Osomatsu's state, "CHOROMATSU!! What will happen if I fail to banish him?", he stare at Choro. He wanted to stop Osomatsu from crying. Choromatsu laughed, "Killing him is even better!! Go on! Do your part! If devils cries too much, they will die in most pathetic way!".

Karamatsu quickly ran after Osomatsu and hugged him from behind, "Osomatsu! Stop crying! Don't leave me!! Don't disappear from this world! I am sorry, I am sorry..." Karamatsu cried loud while hugging Osomatsu tightly. Osomatsu pushed him, he can't trust anyone ever again. "Who cares? Who cares, Kara? I am a lower being right? I never be dear to anyone!! Get out of my sight!!" Osomatsu pushed him more while crying black colored tears of regret to believe and distrust. Osomatsu coughed sand and black blood from his throat, he fell down and started shivering. "Devils die by losing powers through tears, don't they? You murdered me, Kara. Yes, yes you did. Don't ever deny it, you are the demon here. You kill someone by your painful words. Remember this to your fucking grave and I hope you enjoy whatever Choromatsu promised you. The way he speak, he is working with you, right?" Osomatsu grinned while holding his pain, his eyes turned gray. He gripped Karamatsu's collar, choking him.

"Karamatsu, I wish to kill your first before you take my life. I want to hurt you so much, I will force my words stab through your heart that is fragile as a glass and more sinful than me, a devil. A creature that you despise the most!" Osomatsu choked him still, Karamatsu could not feel pain but he just cried with regret and ungranted apology, for him to killing Osomatsu slowly.

Osomatsu felt it is his time to close his eyes forever. He let go of his hands and leaned to Karamatsu's shoulder, breathing heavily in silent.

"My bad joke, I have always forgiving you. I know you want to banish me since months ago, I know because it is your job and men's wish to get rid of devil. I am proud because you can do it, I thought you will get hesistated to banish any devils because of me" Osomatsu held Karamatsu's hand to his chest, "It is still beating. But not for long. I am getting sleepy, I can't feel any pain at all...", but Osomatsu is still crying.

Karamatsu gripped Osomatsu's hand, "I won't let you close your eyes! I will commit crimes for your sake!!" Karamatsu overworry, Osomatsu took out Karamatsu's handkerchief and wiped his black blood from his wounds by Choromatsu on his neck then handed it back. "Remember me with this, maybe I will come back and kicked you on your ass", Osomatsu closed his eyes as Karamatsu begged to stop.

He who betrayed will be left by his dearest one. He who believed too much will die in the end. Forgiveness knows time and limits, saying sorry does not change anything, it never rewrite and fux any faults.

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Osomatsu jolted awake, he wore his red hoodie and he see the sleeping idiot second older brother next to him, crying. Osomatsu got up and kicked him out of the window, "TOLD YOU I WILL KICK YOUR ASS!!". Choromatsu who read his manga on the morning just shouted, "NO VIOLENCE YOU SHITTY OLDER BROTHERS!!". Ichimatsu just laughed at them with Jyuushi and Todomatsu.

"Owaauuhhhh!!" Karamatsu hit the ground just blinked, "Buraza!!! You kicked me too hard!! Is that how strong your brotherly love is to your second younger brother? Mmmmm??", Karamatsu seemed forget what he dreamt, he ran fastly to Osomatsu and chased him around the room and accidentaly kicked Todomatsu. Todomatsu slammed a huge hello work magazine, "SIT DOWN YOU GOLDFISH BROTHERS!!! You shitty!! Shitty goldfish!!!" Todomatsu pouted and hugged Jyuushi. Ichi just shrugged and sighed, "It should be Shitty Brothers right?". Todomatsu blushed in embarassment and hit Ichimatsu playfully, "Trashmatsu niiiii!!!". Osomatsu fell down tired with Karamatsu then they both laughing while looking at their troublesome little brothers,

"Let's make a promise to take care of our brothers!!".

-----The End!!---

(PS: this story is what I make while learning complex, simple and compound sentences, semicolons, etc. Also it is Grace is what God in Puritans give selectively. Yeah y all studying Puritans a bit here. Lmao yeah Puritans literature is about preaching God and using painful figurative languages)

#osomatsu san #osomatsu #karamatsu #choromatsu #ichimatsu #jyuuushimatsu #todomatsu #osomatsu san fanfic #ososan #my story #vitsu story

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cookinguptales · 7 years

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would you do 40 or 23? ty if you do!!

23. “Just once.”

(don’t worry I got you I knew you meant karabita. heads up, this one’s a bit of a rough read.)

Sometimes a fight starts with a single event, one sin or grave error that cuts deep like a knife and leaves wounds that can only start to heal after the yelling stops. But sometimes the wound is already there, so small as to be invisible. Sometimes the fight only comes after skin has peeled away from a paper cut, a tiny, nagging pain that is entirely bearable until the day it is not.

Sometimes you don’t even know the skin is broken until someone throws vinegar on it.

This fight was one of those, Chibita could feel it down around his guts. The argument was small and petulant, grumbling mounting to pointed barbs, and he knew it had to be about something else. Sure, it was annoying the way Karamatsu always forgot to do the dishes like he was still depending on an absent mother to wait on him hand and foot, but that wasn’t enough to account for the jangling of his nerves, the heat in his blood. There was a cut somewhere on his skin that was wearing him down, but even he didn’t know where it was until the words were out of his mouth.

“– the mind is full of the twists and turns of a mountain road, and things are ever lost to the silent echoes of a dusty sepulchre –”

“God fucking damn it, Karamatsu, will you just say what you mean for once?”

The words were out and they were ugly. Karamatsu froze and stared at him through those dusky lashes of his, his stupid eyebrows gone high and arched in shock. Chibita was rough with him, sure, but that was pebbles next to boulders. He’d never spoken to Karamatsu in that tone of voice before. And once he started, he couldn’t stop. It was like a wasp had laid eggs inside him, and all he could do was watch as its young poured out of his mouth.

“What’s with all those big words, anyway? It’s like trying to talk to a fucking tv drama. Is there a genuine bone in your goddamn body?” Chibita snapped.

Karamatsu opened his mouth and then closed it, his eyes still wide and dark and a little bit lost. “I–”

But Chibita didn’t want to hear Karamatsu talk, not really. He didn’t want mountains of flowers; he knew now that it had been their thorns that had been scraping at his skin, pinpricks and papercuts, and sweeping the ground from beneath his feet. He was never sure where he stood with Karamatsu, not really. The man lied to Chibita, and he lied to himself.

And Chibita hated not being sure about things.

Chibita swallowed hard, fighting back the bile, but it bubbled up out of him anyway. “Every time I think I see something real in you, you go ahead and cover it up with bullshit. It’s all ‘true love’ and ‘world peace’, but you don’t believe in any of that, do you? You just keep saying it like saying it will be enough to make things happen. Just like you say you want to build a new life or – or change yourself. Is there even anything real in there to change?” he demanded.

It was like living with a cardboard cutout of a person. Like living with a liar. Like living with someone who just sucked up everything Chibita put out and turned it into fairy dust.

Someone who looked very much like he’d been sucker-punched. Karamatsu looked down then, like Chibita’s brightness had momentarily hurt his eyes. “I don’t know,” he admitted, and his voice had gone quiet and shaky.

It sounded terribly, terribly genuine.

He looked up again, and his eyes were dull. That pleased, theatrical gleam was gone, and so was the fairy dust. It was just Karamatsu there, all pageantry and costuming laid aside, and fuck, it looked like emptiness.

Chibita swallowed again. He hated it, that look in his eyes. He hated the way that Karamatsu’s fire, once extinguished, was only ash. And he hated that he’d done that to him. “You…”

“I don’t know,” Karamatsu repeated. “I don’t know what I am, or who I am. You don’t know what it’s like living with five more of you. I don’t know where I start and the others stop! I never have! That’s why I left. None of us could find those lines anymore, and we needed to!”

And that, that was stupid. Any fool could tell them apart. Osomatsu was the boss. Choromatsu was responsible. Ichimatsu was scary. Jyushimatsu was cheerful. Todomatsu had that kind of creepy-cute thing going on. And Karamatsu was painful. But, Chibita realized, staring at the hard lines that had formed around Karamatsu’s eyes, maybe none of that was real, either. Or maybe some was and some wasn’t and none of them had any way of knowing where the line was between the two. Maybe all of them were playing roles, because their personalities, their real personalities, weren’t enough to differentiate them, not to an entire world that just saw a jumbled up mass of shitty NEETs. Maybe they all pretended a little and exaggerated a lot just so they’d have something to recognize when they all looked at each other, something concrete and easy and simple to understand. A name tag of sorts to make staring into a six-way mirror just a little bit less disorienting.

Maybe none of them really knew each other at all, not anymore, and it was that alien feeling of rolling over and finding strangers in their bed that made them love each other and hate each other so damn much. And maybe none of them even knew themselves, either. Karamatsu certainly didn’t.

Chibita didn’t say anything for a moment, couldn’t. He just looked at Karamatsu and looked and looked. He could see the broken pieces now, and the rock that had shattered them. But what picture did they form? Finally, he sighed long and slow. “Why did you come here, Karamatsu?” he asked.

Why here? Why him?

Karamatsu bit his bottom lip, then rubbed at the corner of his eye with the heel of his hand. Chibita refused to think about what he might be wiping away. “I trusted you,” he said faintly. “And I thought you liked me.” He paused. “A little. Maybe.”

Chibita’s heart beat once, painfully, before falling back into its usual unremarkable rhythm. “I did,” he said. A lot. And that was the real problem, wasn’t it? That was the real wound that had been niggling at him for all this time.

Karamatsu’s breath rattled in his throat, around something like a sigh, something like a sob. “And now?”

Now that like, that like, had doubled back in on itself, had become something ugly and sharp. That was what had really cut him deep, not anything that Karamatsu had done. Because Chibita didn’t know Karamatsu, and he wanted to. He wanted to plumb the depths of those sparkling eyes and find a truth that only he knew. He wanted Karamatsu to give him that. To trust him with that. He wanted to have a part of Karamatsu that no one else did.

Chibita clutched at his chest absently, ignoring the odd look Karamatsu was giving him as he did. What an ugly wound. What an ugly, festering wound. It was just jealousy, wasn’t it? And possessiveness. He didn’t understand Karamatsu, not at all, and that irritated him because he wanted Karamatsu to be his to understand. He wanted to know where he stood with Karamatsu because he wanted to know just how close their feet were to touching. He wanted to blow away all that fairy dust like it was a barrier to Karamatsu’s heart instead of just the door. Like it wasn’t part of what had made Chibita fall in love with him in the first place.

He wanted honesty because he thought he would like the truth that he found there. But he didn’t. The truth was as ugly as he was, once you got down deep enough. He’d knocked the dust from Karamatsu’s eyes thinking it was just a cover up, but it wasn’t, was it? He wasn’t pulling away some shroud that was hiding the real Karamatsu from him. He was just taking away his happiness. It wasn’t emptiness there in Karamatsu’s eyes. It was misery. All he’d done was attack a sore spot so Karamatsu would hurt as much as he was.

And now, Karamatsu had to ask if Chibita even liked him. Like “like” was enough of a word to describe the maelstrom that Chibita felt inside every time he looked at Karamatsu. The fondness and the fear and the aching frustration. The confusion. Fuck. And Chibita had been hypocritical enough to demand Karamatsu be honest?

Chibita was the one who looked away now, and it was guilt that made him do it. No. It was shame. The words that he’d held close, had buried in cuts that he thought were far too shallow to hold such depth, should have been sweet. They should have been beautiful. They tasted like ash in his mouth. “I love you,” he admitted. And he’d ruined everything.

There was silence for a moment, and it was all Chibita could do not to cringe. Then, “What?”

“I love you,” Chibita repeated, and felt pain dull the edges of the declaration. Of course he loved him. How the hell had he missed it? He loved his painful passion and his tender vulnerability. He loved the stars in his eyes and the way his breath caught at midnight when he thought Chibita was asleep. He loved the man who strutted around like the world was his stage and Chibita his willing audience. He loved the man who’d clung to him and cried what felt like a lifetime ago. He loved Karamatsu’s larger-than-life persona, the one he showed to his brothers and his world and himself, and he loved the simpler, quieter, almost shy persona that Karamatsu had treated him to a few times over dinner. He loved them both. He loved them all. No wonder he’d been hurting so badly. Karamatsu really was completely painful, and Chibita had been drinking him in.

Chibita felt tears prick at the edges of his eyes, and he wasn’t sure who he was crying for, himself or Karamatsu. God, he was such an asshole. He reached up and scrubbed them away, hating the weakness of them and the fact that he really had no right to be the one crying. “I’m sorry,” he said, and the words were wobbly on his lips. “I know who you are.”

Of course he did. Even if no one else in the world did, Chibita knew Karamatsu. And instead of enjoying what few mysteries remained, instead of taking things slow and knowing there was still time to learn his layers, Chibita had torn him apart trying to find his heart. Like it wasn’t right the fuck there on his sleeve.

Karamatsu was quiet for a long, long time, and all Chibita could hear was Karamatsu’s uneven breaths and the thumping of his own heart. Then he felt a gentle touch at his elbows, at his shoulders, a silent request that Chibita instantly gave into. He sank into Karamatsu’s grasp even as arms came up around him, and he shook beneath Karamatsu’s lips as they pressed to his scalp.

“Will you teach me?” Karamatsu asked quietly, and fuck, fuck, fuck, Chibita never wanted to hear him sound so real ever again.

Chibita pulled back a little so he could look up at him, look up into his eyes and see what truths he’d finally managed to expose. There was pain there, and there was a sort of fear-laced sadness. But there was the barest hope shining through, and Chibita’s breath caught in his throat – because he was pretty sure he recognized it. And hell, maybe Karamatsu had been hiding a few secrets himself, a few wounds of his own.

Slowly, half-sure that he was about to be shoved roughly away, Chibita stood up on his toes so he could press his lips to Karamatsu’s. The kiss was whisper-soft, blink-and-you’ll-miss-it, and fuck, it was all he’d wanted. “We’ll figure it out,” Chibita said, and the words tasted like a promise even as he pressed them to Karamatsu’s lips.

As close as he was, Chibita could feel the way that Karamatsu sagged, from relief or exhaustion or both. Karamatsu’s arms tightened around him, pulled him in close, and there was a peculiar kind of safety to be found in the arms of an idiot. They were both idiots, Chibita supposed.

But they’d be okay.

#karabita #fic stuff #I actually took the time to send this one to my beta to make sure I didn't go too far...

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nakadoo · 7 years

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Can I request Rescue!Oso x BlackFactory!Kara? I want Oso being clingy as hell and Kara just ignore him because he's rlly tired with his work but in the end Kara give up and listen what Oso wants to do with him XD

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Under the cut!

Osomatsu never really made friends. It's not that he wasn't unfriendly or disliked, he just never really could connect with other people no matter how much he liked them or appreciated their company. There were people who saw him as a good friend, a great friend even, but he could never really say the same about anyone else. He couldn't really form bonds that held a deeper meaning for him and more often than not it made him feel very lonely despite the loving people he was surrounded by.

Until he met that man, Karamatsu, whom he'd saved from a burning building. Karamatsu was a busy man, too busy to make friends or hang out or even get a decent night of sleep. He was lonely but not in the same way that Osomatsu was; his loneliness was due to his situation, due to his need to support himself and send money back home to help his parents out.

"He's here again."

Karamatsu looked up from his work to his co-worker, his eyes bleary and his head aching mildly. He had managed to catch a nap but it only really lasted for ten minutes or so. He could only blame himself that his co-worker's words didn't really sink in right away. "Who is?" he asked with a deep sigh, turning over his paper work to check for any errors before passing it in for the day.

"Your puppy," the co-worker snickered. "Don't keep him waiting too long, even I'm starting to feel bad."

"Ah," Karamatsu replied in recognition, already seeing Osomatsu outside the glass door in the waiting room for non-staffers. When he caught his eye, Osomatsu smiled brightly and waved him over impatiently, jumping in place just a little bit in his desperation to see his new friend. "Do I have time?"

"You really need to cut back dude," his co-worker told him, taking Karamatsu's paper work from him and placing it down on the table. "You're going to work yourself to death. It's your break, you've got plenty of time."

"Thanks," Karamatsu told them with a tired smile, resigning himself to his fate. He was too tired to focus anyway and maybe a change of scenery, even if it was just for a moment, might do him good. Even if it was with Osomatsu who never seemed to know when to stop talking. He stood up then, giving an appreciative pat on the shoulder to his co-worker, before heading out to see Osomatsu.

"Took ya long enough!" Osomatsu said right as the doors separating them was pushed open. "I don't have much time left, ya know! My lunch break's almost over!" he chastised without real anger to his words even though the inconvenience was very real.

"I told you to stop coming here," Karamatsu answered with a mildly irritated sigh. "You waste your time."

"But I wanted to see you," Osomatsu whined almost child like, his hand reaching out to wrap around Karamatsu's elbow. He pulled him in close and gave him a one armed hug, pressing his cheek affectionately against Karamatsu's shoulder before rubbing his face against it like he was indeed some sort of puppy. He didn't stop, even when some people started sending them questioning looks.

If Karamatsu wasn't so tired, he might have cared about how others viewed him at that moment. "Well, you saw me. I have a lot of work to do still so if that's all—"

"I made way too much lunch!" Osomatsu interrupted before Karamatsu could excuse himself. "So I thought I'd share it with you."

At the mention of food, Karamatsu suddenly realized that he'd missed breakfast and he was in fact pretty hungry. His stomach growled loud enough for both of them to hear and he felt his cheeks warm up in mild embarrassment.

"I'll take that as "yes Osomatsu, I'd love to taste some of your home made bento filled with love!"" Osomatsu cheered and began to pull Karamatsu towards the office cafeteria. He visited Karamatsu so often that he was already starting to memorize the layout of the building. And with his natural charisma and surprisingly amiable smile, he was already friends with a few of the people who worked in the office as well. He knew the security guard Jyushimatsu (and they talked of baseball more often than not) and he even knew one of the higher ups Choromatsu (and Osomatsu teased him relentlessly for almost anything that came to mind).

The bento was untouched, Karamatsu noticed. He looked up at Osomatsu's eager face, happy and excited just to be with him, and pondered his situation. Osomatsu didn't eat lunch just yet, he wanted to eat it with him. Osomatsu, relatively a busy man himself, took time off his schedule just to see Karamatsu. Osomatsu texted him every chance he got. Osomatsu waited for him outside of his office late at night just so they could walk to the train station together.

Karamatsu looked down at the bento. There were little sausages shaped like octopi, little rice balls made to look like pandas, carrots cut to look like flowers, and so forth. It was a bento that had hard work put into it even though he could see that some of the food was burned.

Osomatsu was talking, waving his chopsticks in the air as he talked about some mundane thing he saw on T.V. last night. He made sure that Karamatsu ate too, practically feeding him when Karamatsu found himself zoning out.

When the food was gone, Osomatsu began to pack up quickly. He was, as he'd said earlier, going to be late for work again. But Karamatsu stopped him, his hand on top of Osomatsu's and Osomatsu stilled so quickly and suddenly that Karamatsu had to wonder if he'd done anything wrong. "Do you... Like me?" Karamatsu asked, feeling stupid for saying it out loud.

Osomatsu regarded him with a careful look, a small gentle smile on his lips. It wasn't the contagious kind of smile that he wore all the time, but something more muted but held a deeper meaning that Karamatsu couldn't understand. "Of course I do," he said. "I wouldn't be doing all of this if I hated you."

"No, I mean," Karamatsu tried a little harder, this time both his hands taking hold of Osomatsu's. "Do you like like me?"

A wry and amused smile made it's way to Osomatsu's face, his cheeks heating up ever so slightly at Karamatsu's words, and at his touch. "Are we like, grade schoolers or something?"

Karamatsu stared at him insistently.

Osomatsu rolled his eyes but nodded his head. "Yeah. I like like you, you dumb idiot," he said with a small pout.

"I don't understand."

"You don't have to," Osomatsu said with a shrug, taking his hand back from Karamatsu's even though he really wanted them to hold hands just a little bit longer. "I don't really get it myself," he said honestly. "But I really like you."

"Osomatsu—"

"I've gotta go, Kara-poo," Osomatsu said with a small twinge of urgency. Even if he was careless and carefree most of the time, he couldn't risk being late again lest he wanted to get scolded by Todomatsu. He was already taking a few steps back but at the disdained look on Karamatsu's face he added "I'll pick you up later."

Karamatsu blinked, watching as Osomatsu waved goodbye and finally left the building.

Notes: and then idk they go home and make out

#osokara #askydoodles #Anonymous

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noplanlife · 5 years

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Consideration

Summary: It’s not hard to give someone like Osomatsu the wrong idea.

This is the fourteenth chapter of a multi-chapter fic! Please find the rest here!

Getting Osomatsu alone isn’t precisely the most difficult task. While you can almost always find him with one of his brothers, luring him away from them takes next to no effort on your part. Fortunately, his brothers usually seem quite grateful to you for taking him off their hands.

Ichimatsu offers no resistance when you ask him if you can borrow Osomatsu for a few minutes. In fact, he seems very relieved. From what you can gather from their current arrangement--with Ichimatsu’s foot planted across Osomatsu’s cheek as his fends his older brother off from the snacks you know he stores solely for his feline friends--you’re probably doing the younger prince a favor. After noticing your appearance at the doorway, Osomatsu abandons being a nuisance to his brother in favor of being a nuisance to you instead. Smile wide on his face, your intended eagerly trails after you when you bid he follow you somewhere more private.

“We’re not going to your office?” Osomatsu asks when he notices you turn left rather than your usual right. You shake your head, and try not to let your nervousness show in your body language. You’re not entirely sure you’re doing a very effective job. Your cheeks are positively burning and you can feel the stiffness in your spine as you try to carry yourself with feigned confidence. When you glance at your prince out of the corner of your eye you notice him watching you with narrowed eyes and a cocked brow. You quickly avert your gaze when your eyes meet and you hear Osomatsu let out a bemused huff of laughter from where he is following after you. His tone playful, he prods, “Where are we going then? Secret date?”

You turn another corner and come to a stop before a familiar set of double doors. Expression stern with focus--though the effect is undoubtedly mitigated by your brilliant blush--you turn around and inform him, “My quarters.”

Osomatsu looks behind you and realizes, indeed, you’re both standing in front of your rooms. His gaze slowly peels away from the doors and towards your face in plain disbelief. His cheeks color. Does he know what you have in store for him?

“Y-your room? R-really? With me?” Osomatsu’s hand is shaking when he places it over his chest as he gestures to himself. The question seems rather silly given there is no one else around. You inhale deeply through your nose and give him a nod of confirmation.

“Yes. It’s important. And something...I think we should share just between us. So, if you’re okay with that…?” You trail off, meekly, and shuffle aside so Osomatsu can go to your rooms of his own volition. There’s an awkward moment where he just gapes at you, and you’re absolutely positive he somehow knows what you’re planning on asking him for. It is, after all, a pretty big deal. His eyes meet yours again, as if searching for your approval. You bob your head in a nervous nod.

Faster than you can blink, Osomatsu lets out a triumphant cheer and sprints into your quarters as if magnetized to space inside. The sound of his laughter trails after him, bright and loud and familiar in a way that never fails to make you smile. He’s excited then. Good. Comforted by sharing a similar mindset to your intended, you follow him into your rooms with more confidence. You only just manage to turn around from having gently closed your doors behind you when Osomatsu traps you up against polished wood.

He’s kissing you, trying to get his tongue into your mouth with neither finesse nor shame as he cinches his hands around your hips to pull them flush to his. You gasp when his teeth catch against your lower lip, and he moans encouragingly and with embarrassing volume once he thinks he’s got you following his lead. When you tear your face away from his for a chance to breathe, Osomatsu simply diverts his attention to your neck as he pushes you harder up against the door. Your shoulders flatten out against the surface as Osomatsu shoves his thigh between both of yours and begins rocking against you in earnest. He’s panting against your neck, chasing his own pleasure with blind enthusiasm as his hands come up to palm your chest and push your breasts up in your bodice.

Osomatsu is panting harshly against your skin--air coming out in sharp, stuttering huffs that match the rhythm of his hips. His breath warm against your ear, Osomatsu groans, “-Been wanting this for so long. You feel so good, so soft-”

Finally, your very flustered thought process manages to realign itself. You realize, quite belatedly, that Osomatsu’s intentions and yours did not correlate even remotely at present. And while you are aware of the fact that Osomatsu’s enthusiasm is kind of--no, definitely--flustering you in a very good way, you are also aware that letting this encounter proceed any further the way Osomatsu wants it to is not a good idea. Were you to pursue less than chaste pursuits with Osomatsu now, he would have the entire kingdom and then some hearing about it within the day. You had a reputation to keep. At least, you did until the both of you were married.

And that thought brings you back to the present, and what you’d wanted to get Osomatsu alone for in the first place.

You think you’ve put off this wedding business for long enough.

Initially, it had been easy enough to push off your eventual nuptials until some unforeseen date in the future. You had barely known your intended, and trusted him even less to be a competent king and husband. As time went on, Osomatsu grudgingly accepted your lessons. In turn, you grudgingly accepted his affections. This reluctance eventually morphed into eagerness, and before either of you knew it, you had begun to regard your time with Osomatsu as something to enjoy, rather than dread. Osomatsu still didn’t enjoy your lessons all that much, but he was easy enough to bribe into complacency once you’d decided you rather liked this whole kissing business.

With such dramatic changes of heart on your mind as of late, you’d been having a harder and harder time justifying postponing the ceremony. So, you’d decided, if Osomatsu was willing, you’d give the whole wedding process a hearty push towards the very near future.

Though, right now, you think the only thing that needs a hearty push right now is your future husband. Bracing your hands on Osomatsu’s shoulders, you give him a firm enough push to let him know you want him to stop. He stiffens, his shoulders hunched up to his ears and his fingers tight at your hips, before he finally relents with a dismayed whine. Once he’s pulled himself back enough to get a proper look at your face, Osomatsu cries, “But we’re in your rooms!”

“I wanted to talk,” you say with a clarity in your voice that kind of surprises you. At least you weren’t tripping over your own tongue while trying to make an important point. Osomatsu squints at you, and then gestures emphatically in the direction of where you keep your bed.

“Talk!? In your rooms!? We can talk anywhere! We can only do that here!”

“Osomatsu, don’t be ridiculous,” you scoff, leveling him with an unimpressed look. “People can do...those sorts of things anywhere.”

Osomatsu’s eyebrows shoot up high across his forehead, and a grin starts forming on his lips. Stammering, you cut him off before he can even start.

“T-that’s not the point! The point is, I wanted you here because I wanted to discuss something private!”

Osomatsu’s gaze goes from your face to the rest of your body. While staring very blatantly at your chest, Osomatsu asks, “Is it about the anywhere thing-?”

“No!”

Upon hearing your very firm denial, Osomatsu groans and finally peels himself off of you entirely. He looks incredibly sour as he drops himself onto one of the room’s couches face first and just lays there. You let him sulk for a few moments as you ask yourself why you want to marry this man in the first place. Your list of reasons comes out far, far longer than you’d ever willingly tell Osomatsu. Still, the things you do love about him help encourage you back towards your original goal for the day. After smoothing out your ruffled appearance, you make your way over to the couch Osomatsu is laying on and forcefully shove him aside so that you have enough room to sit down with him. Osomatsu remains as dead weight the entire time. A bemused smile on your lips, you reach out and begin carding your fingers through his hair. Osomatsu grumbles into the couch cushion, but doesn’t stop you.

“The reason I wanted the talk to be private was because I wanted to ask you to marry me, Osomatsu,” you inform him in a level tone. Somehow, Osomatsu derailing all of your earlier plans had made this spontaneous confession all that much easier. You’re still nervous, of course, but only in the anticipatory sense of stepping into something you’ve been preparing for for a long, long while.

Osomatsu jolts into a sitting position as if you’d electrocuted him. His mouth hanging open and his eyes bugging out, he whips around to face as he very loudly shouts out an extended “EHH?!” of complete confusion. You let him gather his wits while you try to recollect your hearing.

“I was hoping we could get married-” you try again, patiently, before Osomatsu cuts you off.

“But we’re already getting married! I mean, unless you know something I don’t?” Reaching out, you gently brush some of the errant hair from Osomatsu’s face. He takes your hand as it curves against his cheek, and holds it there. His voice tentative, he asks, “We are getting married, right?”

You give him an amused, lopsided smile.

“I just asked, didn’t I? I’ll rephrase my question: Will you marry me sooner? I want to be with you.”

Osomatsu stares at you with wide eyes before turning around in his seat to look about the room. He quickly turns back to face you.

“This is real?”

“Absolutely,” you tell him, earnestly.

“This is real,” Osomatsu repeats incredulously. His face lights up with excitement, and before you can brace yourself for impact, Osomatsu is throwing his arms around you and knocking the both of you to the floor. As you lay on the ground, wheezing, Osomatsu begins smothering your face in kisses. “Yes! Let’s do it! Whenever you want! Right now, even!”

Osomatsu braces himself on his elbows above you so that he can look down at you properly. You hold up a finger, as if indicating that you need a moment.

“Let me write to my parents and let them know. While we wait for their response, we can tell your family.”

Osomatsu’s already tremendous grin grows even wider before he drops all of his weight onto you in a graceless embrace. While you try to recover from having the wind knocked out of you, Osomatsu nuzzles against the side of your face and asks, “So can we have sex now?”

The flat look you level him with is more than answer enough to that question.

#osomatsu san #osomatsu #osomatsu x reader #garbage fic for garbage boys #let's get this ball rolling yeah?

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angstmatsuscenarios · 5 years

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Let's see... What about a scenario where Jyushimatsu suddenly picks up a kind of amnesia where he thinks he had a totally different lifestyle'? 80's businessman, different personality, only child...

Here we go!! Hope you enjoy this! Maybe not as angsty as intended but it’s still there.

No one was too concerned by the accident at first–after all, Jyushimatsu had incurred many injuries more severe than this and always bounced back just fine. And he’d seemed fine at the time; the baseball smacked into his head and knocked him down, but he’d jumped backup to his feet and resumed playing as if nothing had happened. By the time they went to bed that night, the incident had been forgotten.

It wasn’t until the next morning that something seemed…off.

Choromatsu’s alarm clock beeped as usual, eliciting a series of groans from the groggy brothers whose sleep had been interrupted. But Jyushimatsu sat bolt upright, an almost panicked expression on his face.

“Oh no! What time is it?!” he asked frantically, snatching up the alarm clock and reading the screen. “It’s eight? I’m going to be late for sure!”

“Late for what…?” Todomatsu mumbled, squinting drowsily up at Jyushimatsu as he jumped out of bed. “Do you have a baseball game today…?”

“Baseball? Why would I have a baseball game?” Jyushimatsu questioned, raising an eyebrow at Todomatsu. He wasn’t smiling, bearing a serious expression instead, which on Jyushimatsu was unsettling. “I’m going to be late for work if I don’t get going!”

“Work?!” Osomatsu repeated incredulously, sitting up in bed. “But you don’t have a job!”

“There’s no way you’d end up with a job before me,” Choromatsu muttered haughtily, glancing skeptically up at Jyushimatsu.

“Of course I have a job–I’ve been at the same company for twenty years now,” Jyushimatsu insisted, hurriedly opening the closet door and rifling through its contents. “Now where is my suit? And my briefcase…?! It should be right here where I left it…”

The brothers exchanged baffled looks. What the hell was Jyushimatsu going on about…? He was not acting like himself.

“Jyushimatsu…” Todomatsu began, unsure of what exactly to say but figuring they needed to start somewhere, “what exactly is your job?”

“I’m an accountant, you know that Todomatsu.” Jyushimatsu paused in searching through his clothes, turning around to glance questioningly at the youngest. “Come to think of it, what are you doing in my house anyway?”

“It’s our house–well, our parents’ house,” Osomatsu amended. “We all live here together, remember?”

Jyushimatsu looked thoroughly confused. “I haven’t lived at home since I graduated from college.”

“But…but you didn’t go to college!” Choromatsu blurted out, shocked.

Jyushimatsu was still studying them. “You know, you all look awfully young…younger than forty-five, that is.”

“Wh…why would we look forty-five? We aren’t nearly so advanced in age,” Karamatsu said, brows furrowed in befuddlement.

“Oh, I don’t have time to mess around, we can talk about this later–I need to get to work!” Jyushimatsu declared, flustered, as he turned back to the closet.

While he tore furiously through their clothes, the other brothers huddled to the side of the room to confer with each other.

“Is he messing with us?” Todomatsu wondered, irritated but partially concerned.

“He seems too genuine to be messing with us…it’s like he really believes this,” Ichimatsu mused, frowning.

“But why?” Choromatsu wondered, and his eyes widened. “He got hit in the head yesterday…could it be related to that?”

“It’s a possibility…” Karamatsu’s voice trailed off.

“One thing’s for sure…I think we’re paying a visit to Dr. Dekapan today,” Osomatsu noted seriously.

Slowly, the other brothers nodded, casting a glance toward Jyushimatsu.

———-

Despite his protests that he needed to get to work, the brothers managed to drag Jyushimatsu to Dekapan’s lab (though he did insist on wearing his suit and tie). Dr. Dekapan was surprised to see them, but quickly agreed to check it out once the brothers summarized the case for him.

The brothers waited around impatiently as Dekapan performed numerous tests on Jyushimatsu, their concern mounting. At last, Dekapan approached them, wearing a puzzled expression that didn’t sit right with them.

“It’s truly bizarre…a case I’ve never seen before,” he began, shaking his head. “The knock to the head seems to have caused a form of amnesia…but not typical memory loss. More like memory replacement.”

Todomatsu raised his eyebrows. “Elaborate, please.”

“For some reason, Jyushimatsu seems to have the memories of what appears to be an alternate timeline version of himself,” Dekapan explained. “He recognizes you as his brothers, but his memories of his life are completely different. He seems to believe he’s a businessman in his mid-forties.”

“That’s…weird.” Choromatsu’s frown deepened.

“Well, how do we fix it?” Osomatsu wanted to know.

“I’ve no idea, unfortunately…as I said, I’ve never seen this happen before,” Dekapan reiterated. “All I can recommend is to try reminding him of who he really is. Tell stories, show photos, get him to play baseball. See if any of that triggers old memories. It’s the best you can do for now.”

“And if it doesn’t…?” Ichimatsu wanted to know.

Dekapan sighed, shaking his head. “You may need to get used to a new Jyushimatsu.”

———

The brothers wasted no time in trying to regain Jyushimatsu’s memories.

The fifth youngest complained the whole time, claiming they were wasting his time and that he needed to get to the office. He never smiled once. Seeing him with such a no-nonsense expression from the typically cheerful, happy-go-lucky brother was disturbing.

They explained the situation to him. Naturally, he didn’t believe them right away, too set in his ways–at least, the ways his mind told himself to be. But the brothers were determined to make him see the light, and bring him back to himself. Reluctantly, Jyushimatsu agreed, though it was obvious he thought this was some big ruse.

They tried everything they could. They told him all about himself, and how much he loved baseball. They showed him pictures of himself playing baseball, racing around the field and grinning happily. Nothing worked.

At last, they resorted to a trip to the park.

“Why are we here?” Jyushimatsu griped, as the brothers practically dragged him to the baseball diamond. “I need to get to work, and this is just a huge waste of time. I know you’re all pulling my leg.”

“We aren’t, Jyushimatsu,” Osomatsu insisted, passing Jyushimatsu a baseball glove, the well-worn one he always used. “This is the real you. You’ll see. We’re just gonna play a quick pickup game, alright?”

“But I don’t even know how to play this game,” Jyushimatsu grumbled, though at last he took the glove and tentatively slipped it onto his hand.

“It’ll come back to you!” Osomatsu said with more reassurance than he felt, then quickly turned to the other brothers and shouted, “Okay! Game is starting now!”

It was what one could only loosely refer to as a game. Ichimatsu stood in the outfield, but seemed distracted and didn’t pay enough attention as the ball flew toward him…until it was rolling away in the grass next to him. Choromatsu and Todomatsu were skittish, instinctively dodging the ball instead of trying to hit or catch it. Osomatsu and Karamatsu put in an effort at least, and played half-decently.

As for Jyushimatsu…he was the worst of them all. It was like he’d never swung a bat or pitched a baseball in his life. His throws fell short, and every swing came shy of hitting the ball. He grew more and more frustrated and impatient with every little failure, despite his brothers’ encouragement that he would get the hang of it again.

“What are you even talking about?” Jyushimatsu demanded, scowling. “How will I get the hang of it again if I never had it in the first place?”

“Because you did!” Osomatsu intervened. “Because this isn’t the real you, this is–”

“Will you stop saying that already?!” Jyushimatsu burst out suddenly, hurling his baseball glove to the ground in aggravation. “I have no idea what you’re talking about! I never played baseball, I was never in any sports clubs–I graduated with top grades and got into my first choice college! I never had any reason to play sports!”

“But, Jyushi—“ Karamatsu began helplessly.

“No, cut it out—I know this is all a big prank,” Jyushimatsu said curtly. “I don’t know why you’re going to such drastic measures for this elaborate joke, but it’s over now. I’m not playing along anymore. Whatever Jyushimatsu you’re claiming I am…he doesn’t exist. It’s only me.”

This outburst was met with stunned silence from the brothers, all of them having gathered around to gape at Jyushimatsu. The fifth brother drew in a deep breath and straightened his posture, composing himself.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m very busy and have to go back to work,” he stated coldly. “I’ll see you all later, I suppose.”

With that he stalked off, leaving the others to stare blankly at his retreating back.

Todomatsu blinked back sudden tears. “Is…does this mean Jyushi will never be back to himself again?”

“I don’t know,” Osomatsu answered grimly, and sighed. “I don’t think we can keep trying without making him mad.”

“But sooner or later he’s going to learn he doesn’t have a job and he’s not middle-aged yet, either,” Choromatsu pointed out. “So what will he do then?”

No one said anything after that. They had no idea.

—————

Jyushimatsu didn’t return home that night. No one knew where he was, or how to contact him. And that was a scary situation, even though this Jyushimatsu seemed perfectly content to be alone and supposedly knew what he was doing.

It was hard for the brothers to fall asleep that night, but eventually they did, resolving to search for Jyushimatsu the next day.

Morning light was already spilling through their window when a loud crash startled them all awake. It sounded like the front door slamming open and shut. And then, before they could fully process that, another sound met their ears.

“Muscle, muscle! Hustle, hustle!”

They all exchanged a quick, shocked glance before standing up and bolting down the stairs, screeching to a stop in the entryway.

And there he was—Jyushimatsu, wearing the same suit from yesterday (now significantly disheveled) and sporting a huge grin.

“Jyushi…?” Todomatsu began anxiously, full of hope. “Are…are you back?”

“Yeah! I had a nice long run this morning. Dunno why I’m wearing these clothes, though.” Jyushimatsu glanced down at his attire, sounding more cheerful than perplex.

“Jyushi…do you remember anything from yesterday?” Choromatsu asked, frowning slightly. “Anything at all?”

Jyushimatsu thought for a moment, then shrugged. “Nope! Nothing.”

“Like…you don’t remember being a middle-aged businessman, or something?” Osomatsu asked.

Jyushimatsu laughed. “Why would I think that? What a funny thing to say, Nii-San!”

The brothers all glanced at each other again, silently asking the same question—what the hell was going on? Had it actually happened, or had they imagined it themselves? That seemed impossible.

“Well, I’m gonna go shower!” Jyushimatsu declared brightly, and moved past his brothers to go upstairs, chanting happily along the way.

The brothers could only stare until he was gone.

“So…did yesterday even really happen then?” Todomatsu questioned, eyebrows furrowed. “He doesn’t remember anything…”

“We didn’t actually dream it, did we?” Karamatsu wondered. “Something we simply conceived of in our subconscious…? Oh, but how strange it would be for us to share a dream then…”

“It felt too real,” Ichimatsu said bluntly.

“Well…in that case, I guess we’ll never really know what happened yesterday, after all.” Osomatsu scratched the back of his head. “And maybe we shouldn’t tell Jyushimatsu, either. What if it sets him off again?”

Slowly, the other brothers nodded in agreement. They wouldn’t bring it up to their brother again. But for the next several days they kept a close eye on him, monitoring his behavior to make sure he seemed like himself.

After so close to losing him, they never wanted that to happen again.

#osomatsu san #osomatsu san angst #jyushimatsu #amnesia #personality switch

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noplanlife · 5 years

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Consideration

Summary: Prince Osomatsu’s brothers all vie for your affections. You’re starting to think no one around here understands what an arranged marriage actually is.

This is the tenth chapter of a multichapter fic! Please find the rest here!

You’ve come to suspect there’s been some kind of a misunderstanding. You were reasonably sure that you’d come here under the agreement that you’d be marrying the eldest son of this kingdom.

“I just want you to know, that if some horrible, awful, extremely violent fate befalls Osomatsu, you can rely on me to step in and take his place as your new husband,” Todomatsu reassures you from his place practically nestled against your side. He’s holding both of your hands in his, and staring earnestly into your eyes while he tells you this. You have reason to believe that this prince thinks he’s far more charming than he actually is. With an awkward smile in place, you try to subtly pull your fingers from Todomatsu’s grasp. He only tightens his grip and widens the doe-eyed look he’s giving you as he does so.

You hear the screech of wood across the marble floor as Osomatsu tries to launch himself from his seat and at his younger brother. Being that he’s currently tied to his seat--not all together unlike how Todomatsu had been bound and gagged upon his arrival--Osomatsu only manages to knock both himself and his chair onto the ground. While he flails his legs, you recall how, not much earlier, you’d coerced the rowdy group towards a cushioned sitting room in an effort to get to know all of them better. Your diversion had postponed whatever punishments were to be heaped on Osomatsu’s head for some point later that evening, when it wasn’t your problem.

“I, ah, appreciate that sentiment but, I don’t believe anything will be putting Osomatsu out of commission any time soon,” you say in an effort to gently rebuff the youngest prince. You shoot him a shaky smile that breaks when you hear Osomatsu shout,

“Wha-Are you planning on murdering me or something, Todomatsu!?”

Todomatsu glances out of the corner of his eye down at his brother and sneers at him with bared teeth. You try to pull your hands out of his again, and immediately, Todomatsu returns his attention back your way, his pout working in full force against you. His tone chipper, and his eyes never leaving yours, he calls back to Osomatsu,

“What? No! Of course not! I’m just saying there’s a distinct possibility you may die in some terrible way in the near future. My intentions are good! I want to make sure our visiting princess feels reassured that if something or someone takes you out of the picture, she has a dashing and cute prince to lean on in her time of need!”

There’s a loud clatter as Osomatsu starts kicking his legs and screaming, “That definitely sounds like you’re planning on murdering me! Fratricide! Regicide! I want him drawn and quartered! No, six-quartered!”

Choromatsu finally speaks up, all the while breathing a heavy sigh of exasperation at the eldest’s antics,

“Osomatsu, there’s no such thing as six-quartering. And you aren’t even king yet, so it isn’t regicide either.”

Osomatsu gapes at Choromatsu in obvious horror as he accuses him, “That’s what you’re focusing on?! He’s saying he’s planning to murder me! Doesn’t that upset you at all!?”

“Not particularly,” Choromatsu shoots back, his tone and expression equally flat. Leaning back in his chair, Choromatsu crosses one leg over the other and finally turns to address the youngest sextuplet, “Anyway, what’s most important is this: you wouldn’t be the first to marry her anyway! You’re the youngest!”

Whatever regality and composure Choromatsu had been maintaining a moment ago collapses in an instant as he jabs an accusing finger at Todomatsu before slapping a hand back atop his own chest to emphasize himself.

“If anything, I’m the most responsible and definitely make the most sense as her husband, er, I mean, king-”

“Non, non, non, if we’re talking about the eldest after shittymatsu, then by that logic, I would make the best choice,” Karamatsu rises to his feet in a sweeping gesture that makes the very glittery cape he has thrown over his shoulders billow out in a wide arc. While you’re momentarily blinded by the sunlight refracting off of the bedazzled fabric, Karamatsu crosses the distance between the two of you to fall to one knee and extend a hand out in your direction. “So, what do you say, my...Karamatsu Princess? Won’t you be mine?”

“Gross,” Todomatsu immediately says on your behalf. With a stern expression on his face, he finally lets go of your hands to grab one of the couch’s decorative pillows so that he can try and smother Karamatsu with it. As Todomatsu tips off of the couch and out of his seat during his malicious efforts, Jyushimatsu vaults over the back the couch and into the place his brother had been occupying. The jubilant royal sits across from you, his feet pressed together and his body leaning wholly in your direction. You lean away the closer and closer he gets, right until you’re practically pinned under him with your back flat to the cushions.

“My turn! You should marry me because I can throw a ball the farthest and I got to ride a unicorn! Also I have the best stamina, so that means I can go the longest!”

You squint up at him dubiously, entirely unsure where to even start with what you’ve been told. Slowly, you ask, ”I’m sorry? The longest at what, precisely?”

You hear, but don’t see, as Osomatsu starts screaming obscenities. Jyushimatsu opens his mouth, probably to answer your question, when Ichimatsu leans over the back of the couch and pulls Jyushimatsu off of you by his collar. You’re pretty sure Jyushimatsu levitated off of you, rather than climbed off, but you decide it better not to mention that at all. Instead, you push yourself back into a seated position and shoot a grateful smile up at the prince you’ve practically heard not a peep from since you’ve met him. He’s pointedly avoiding your gaze, and it is only then that you belatedly notice how your bodice had loosened and exposed an inappropriate swath of your skin. With a flush on your cheeks, you straighten out your front, while mentally thanking the young man for being so polite as to look away from you in your disheveled state. At least one of these princes seemed to understand manners!

When you glance back up, it is to find Ichimatsu staring straight at your chest and sweating profusely. You open your mouth to ask him what, precisely, he’s looking at, when he lets out a noise somewhere between a snort and a scream. He reaches for his pants. Jyushimatsu tackles him to the ground.

“Mom said to definitely not do that in front of princesses!” Jyushimatsu reprimands Ichimatsu as he pulls him into some kind of headlock. You decide you most assuredly do not want to know what “that” entails. So much for any of these lot having any degree of good intentions or manners.

“I-I’m flattered so many of you want to try for my hand, but I am absolutely set on marrying Osomatsu. I’m afraid I’ll have to decline your very...generous proposals,” you inform the room as delicately as you can. All of the sextuplets stop arguing, or trying to maim one another, to turn to face you and take in the information you’ve just given them. Osomatsu is the first to react, kicking his feet about not unlike an overly excited toddler as he crows,

“See!? I told you! She’s marrying me! Not any of you! Paws off! She’s my princess to kiss and cuddle and have sex wi-”

Flushing a brilliant red, you pelt a decorative pillow at your betrothed with deadly precision in order to shut him up.

“The contract between my kingdom and yours stipulates that I marry the eldest son. Should I not be marrying him, the contract would be rendered null, you see,” you explain in a dry voice. All of the brothers, save Osomatsu, nod in disappointed understanding. However, the dour mood lasts not a moment before Todomatsu mentions in a cheerful tone,

“I guess I can respect that, since you’re not marrying Osomatsu because you like, actually like him or something!”

Osomatsu lets out a despairing wail, which his brothers speak over with no concern for his emotional wellbeing.

“Marrying such a despicable man for the sake of your kingdom...adhering stringently to your responsibilities as a royal even when your heart’s desire lies within your reach! I, your true love, will always remain pining for you, my Karamatsu Princess!” Karamatsu sniffles, a single, dramatic tear rolling down his cheek as he rips off his shirt. You very pointedly look away from the display and back towards where Osomatsu is still on the ground.

“Well, I admit, Osomatsu wasn’t what I expected...or was hoping for, when I’d initially been told of my arranged marriage,” you explain slowly, your gaze fixed on Osomatsu’s face. He’s looking back at you, his expression raw and wounded until you continue, “But, nobody is perfect. I most certainly am not. And while I may not love him yet, I think of love as a learning experience. I enjoy learning more than most anything. So, I look forward to learning to love you, Osomatsu.”

The room is dead silent now, save for the way Osomatsu’s breathing very suddenly picks up. All of you look his way, and you only just manage to catch sight of Osomatsu’s quivering lower lip and watery eyes as he turns his face towards the ground so that none of you can see whatever further expressions he’s making. You start to get out of your seat to check on him when Osomatsu chokes out, “Jeez, Princess...warn a guy before you lay a line like that on him…”

You decide it may be a good time to let poor Osomatsu off of the floor.

“Duly noted, Dear.”

#osomatsu san #osomatsu #osomatsu x reader #garbage fic for garbage boys #would it be karamatsu if he didn't rip his shirt off at least once???#no i think not

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dragonflybelle · 7 years

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Osomatsu-san PS Vita game translation - Jyushimatsu 06 - The passionate battle! Extreme sport!

Jyushimatsu 06 - The passionate battle! Extreme sport!

Jyushimatsu: Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish! Baseball! Basebaaaaaall!

Ichimatsu: Ughhhh...

Osomatsu: Ah, I'm really bored. Jyushimatsu always looks like he's having fun, I'm jealous.

Choromatsu: How about going to pachinko?

Osomatsu: I went yesterday, and lost, so I don't have any money. Aghh, can't I win the lottery or something, even just ¥100,000 would be fine.

Choromatsu: You haven't even bought a ticket in the first place, have you!?

Karamatsu: Heh... even if dreams can't be achieved, we still pursue them, that is a man's spirit of adventure...

Jyushimatsu: Swing! Swing! Swing! Swing! 1285! 1286! 1285!

Choromatsu: The numbers went backwards again!?

Jyushimatsu: Alright, we've still got a way to go!

Ichimatsu: I'm going to die.

Todomatsu: Ichimatsu-niisan plays the bat a lot, doesn't he. Well, Jyushimatsu-niisan having him do that is weird no matter how you think about it though.

Osomatsu: Don't you think that the level of Jyushimatsu's love of baseball is a bit on the insane side? And in a really weird way.

Jyushimatsu: 9999, swing...! 10,000!

Ichimatsu: Gwahhh...

Choromatsu: That count went too quickly!

Osomatsu: If he could put that passion into regular baseball, he might be able to aim at being a professional baseball player. And the contract fees and salary payments coming back into this house would be tens of millions, hundreds of millions, no, maybe even more. Then we could shamelessly live off Jyushimatsu and have the ultimate NEET lifestyle. Wouldn't that be great...

Matsuyo: Big news, NEETs! We got this letter!

Choromatsu: What's this. A notification of obtaining the right to participate in the Yakyuu... Ken Goudou? Baseball... Prefectual Amalgamated Pro Test!? Ehhhh!? A baseball pro test!?

Osomatsu: Alriiiight! This is the perfect chance!

Choromatsu: But why have we received this?

Karamatsu: Could it possibly have been that person who sent it to us? Heh, such consideration.

Todomatsu: But hey, even if you took part, Karamatsu-niisan, there's no chance that you could become a pro.

Osomatsu: How naive, Todomatsu. Take a look at this part of the postcard.

Todomatsu: Hmm? Does this mean that we've all been invited to the pro test?

Osomatsu: That's it exactly! If the six of us join forces, there's no obstacle we can't overcome. In other words, we can do stuff like tricking them during the physical fitness tests or helping each other during the match, and then if we bribe the referee, at least one of us will pass.

Todomatsu: I see. How like you, Osomatsu-niisan, the very model of scum.

Choromatsu: If we make up our minds quickly, we can get down to planning our strategy straight away. Let's start with looking in to the details of what's going to happen on the day of the pro test...

Matsuyo: How wonderful, if even just one of you becomes a pro, it will help your mother so much.

Jyushimatsu: Baseball! Basebaaaaaal!

Ichimatsu: Burp, urghhh....

Todomatsu: Hey, Jyushimatsu-niisan, you're spinning Ichimatsu-niisan around too much!

Jyushimatsu: Oh oh oh oh! Basebaaaaall! Basebaaaaaaall! Hustleeee! Muscleeee!

Choromatsu: So this is the venue for the pro test...!

Osomatsu: An impressive location, as you would expect for the pros. Even the atmosphere is giving me goose bumps.

Candidate girl A: I have to do this... I have to do this this or my parents will be sold...!

Candidate boy A: Watch out, debt collectors... If only I can win here, my life will completely change..!

Ichimatsu: Hey, this is kind of weird.

Karamatsu: Why are there girls here as well?

Todomatsu; Eh, you really don't have your own phone? Then tell me your home phone number, I'll call you today.

Choromatsu: Stop trying to pick up girls everywhere we go!

Commentator: This year's Pro Test has begun! Who will make it through the fierce competition and win the title of Pro?

Osomatsu: As expected of the pros, they even have a commentator for the test.

Todomatsu: Wait, this is a bit too high energy, don't you think this pro test is a bit weird?

Commentator: Basebaaaaaaaaall, play baaaaaaaall!

Candidate girl A: I... have to do this! Here I go...

Candidate boy A: Come at meeeeeee!

Candidates: Rock Paper Scissors! One two three!

Choromatsu: W, what is this? However you look at it, this is a game of Rock Paper Scissors!?

Osomatsu: Aren't they just deciding what order we go in?

Choromatsu: No, no, it can't be that!

Candidate boy B: Hey you over there, let's do Rock Paper Scissors.

Osomatsu: Ah, me? Ok ok, let's go. Rock Paper Scissors.

Candidate boy B: Yessss, I won! Get ready!

Osomatsu: Eh!? Uwah!? What are you doing, you bastard, Argh, arghhhhhh...!

Todomatsu: Hey Osomatsu-niisan, that's indecent exposure!

Osomatsu: Wait, Todomatsu! This much is still safe, isn't it? And I'm a victim here! That guy earlier committed indecent assault!

Candidate girl B: Excuse me, can you please play Rock Paper Scissors with me?

Osomatsu: Alright, I'll play. Rock Paper Scissors... Ah, I lost again.

Candidate girl B: Alriiiiiighht! Stippppp!

Osomatsu: I don't want to, you, you pervert. Argh! Arghhhhh…!

Commentator: Matsuno Osomatsu, for showing us his lame bat, has been automatically disqualified! We have our first Pro Test reject of the day!

Osomatsu: Please, please don't do this. I have a very important mission to make Jyushimatsu a prooooo...!

Choromatsu: A hole opened up in the field!? What is with this completely unfair way of treating us!?

Karamatsu: No, if were talking about being treated unfairly, then the way you guys treat more normally is...

Todomatsu: Wa, wait, could this game possibly be...! You can't even say its name at a half-hearted mixer, and it's become something of a VIP urban legend, that game...!?

Karamatsu: Eh?

Choromatsu: Totty, does this ring a bell?

Todomatsu: Choromatsu, show me the postcard we got about the Pro Test! See look, I was right. It's not Yakyuu Ken Goudou, Baseball Prefectural Amalgamated! This says "Yakyuuken Goudou" the Strip Baseball Rock Paper Scissors Amalgamated Pro Test! The game/legendary traditional art where the loser in Rock Paper Scissors has to strip!

Choromatsu: So what kind of Pro would you be becoming?

Ichimatsu: …If we’d known that, it would have made things easier.

Choromatsu: Well, to be honest, I don't really understand Strip Baseball Rock Paper Scissors or what this pro test is for, but it's clear what we need to do. We have to find an even remotely cute girl as soon as possible.

Todomatsu: Choromatsu-niisan, you stink of cherries. I'm the one who’s going to get the cute girls!

Karamatsu: The time had finally come for me to unleash my golden body.

Karamatsu & Choromatsu & Ichimatsu & Todomatsu: Woahhhh! Let us get a look at cute girls naked! Arghhhhh!

Commentator: Matsuno Karamatsu, Choromatsu, Ichimatsu and Todomatsu have all been disqualified together! Was the shock too great for the cherry boys!? Let's add some explanation here! Pro Strip Baseball Rock Paper Scissors is a veeery popular sport amongst the upper classes! The ill-mannered brutes who trying to participate with the dirty bat between your legs are instantly disqualified, and never allowed to participate in the sport again!

Osomatsu: Who, who knew about that...

Choromatsu: I would have preferred it if they'd explained the rules beforehand. We just ended up getting all fired up... Cough.

Todomatsu: I've had enough with this shitty sport. Let's take a look at some naked cute girls and get out of here as fast as we can.

Osomatsu: Huh, where's Jyushimatsu?

Karamatsu: He's not anywhere around here.

Ichimatsu: ...No way.

Jyushimatsu: Basebaaaalll! Basebaaaaalll! Boeh! boeh! boeh! boeh!

Osomatsu: Hey... Jyushimatsu still untouched!? He's not even lost one item of clothing!

Ichimatsu: He's still excited about being at a baseball field. He hasn't done Rock Paper Scissors with anyone yet.

Todomatsu: So what are we going to do about Jyushimatsu-Nisan! Just leave him like that?

Osomatsu: Ah… I guess we don’t have any other choice. Let’s ask that person. Ah, hello? We’re kinda at this weird Strip Baseball Rock Paper Scissors Pro Test right now. And only Jyushimatsu is left, so what should we do? Of course, if he can become a pro and earn money than we have to cheer him on as his big brothers wishing for his success.

Option One: Jyushimatsu-san seems like he could win at Strip Baseball Rock Paper Scissors

Osomatsu: He certainly has a lot of physical strength so he probably has great hand eye coordination too. If he can win at Rock Paper Scissors, then we just need to stop his bat from reacting...

Commentator: There are already less than half of the candidates remaining! The candidates who haven't even played Rock Paper Scissors once must retire here!

Choromatsu: Ah, looks like it was no use after all.

Todomatsu: All that's left is old guys, let's go home right now.

Osomatsu: ...Oi, Ichimatsu, come over here for a minute.

Ichimatsu: Hah?

Osomatsu: You always help him practice swings, don't you? Let's start Jyushimatsu's special strip baseball Rock Paper Scissors training from today.

Osomatsu: (From that night on, Jyushimatsu's spartan, out of love, training sessions to become a Pro strip baseball Rock Paper Scissors player began...)

Osomatsu: Jyushimatsu, look at this.

Jyushimatsu: It's Hijirisawa Shonosuke!

Ichimatsu: What about this sexy magazine?

Jyushimatsu: Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Tatty!

Osomatsu: That's no good, Jyushimatsu!

Jyushimatsu: Boeh?

Osomatsu: From now on, you're not allowed to react to the ladies in the sexy magazine photo shoot... Ignore it completely and strike out! Don't wave your bat at girls!

Jyushimatsu: Ehh!?

Osomatsu: I'm sorry, Jyushimatsu. But this is what your big brother did his best to think of to make you into a Pro Strip baseball Rock Paper Scissors player. If you don't react to girls, you can become the strongest, Jyushimatsu...!

Ichimatsu: Use this instead.

Jyushimatsu: Hijirisawa Shonosuke: complete 24 hour surveillance footage for one year." !?

Osomatsu: From now on, you can only do a full swing for Hijirisawa Shonosuke! Understand!

Jyushimatsu: What...! Osomatsu-niisan, I wanna do tatty like normal!

Ichimatsu: This is so you can become a pro strip baseball Rock Paper Scissors player, Jyushimatsu. Give in, Jyushimatsu.

Osomatsu: Go, do your best, Ichimatsu! You can do it, you can become a superhuman warrior who doesn't wave his bat at girls!

Choromatsu: Osomatsu-niisan, I bought some Hijirisawa Shonosuke doujinshi.

Osomatsu: That's the spirit, Choromatsu! Ah ha ha ha... I can't wait until the next Pro Test...!

Jyushimatsu: Bo, boehhhhh!

Jyushimatsu: Rock Paper Scissors, One Two Three!

Candidate Girl C: I, I lost!? I thought I'd be able to become a pro today for sure...!

Commentator: He... he's so strong! With this Matsuno Jyushimatsu has beaten ten people in a row! And of course, the bat between his legs hasn't moved one bit!

Osomatsu: Alriiight! You can do this, you can do this, Jyushimatsu!

Commentator: And with that, there are only two candidates left! Will Matsuno Jyushimatsu finally be pushing open the door to becoming a pro!?

Osomatsu: Of course he will! How much do you think we spent on videos of old guys and doujinshis we won't ever use!

Ichimatsu: As he is now, I'm sure Jyushimatsu would strike out even if it were the most beautiful woman in the world or a really sexy woman.

Osomatsu: His unnaturally keen sense of visual perception and his bat that won't ever swing... Jyushimatsu becoming a pro is a done deal!

Commentator: Matsuno Jyushimatsu's final opponent is...!?

Hijirisawa Shonosuke: ...

Jyushimatsu: It's Hijirisawa Shonosukeee! Noooooo!! My family treasures!

Hijirisawa Shonosuke: Arghhhh!

Commentator: Wha... what's this, Jyushimatsu's bat is in full swing after making it through all this way!? Game ending hooooome run!!

Osomatsu: Sorry, Jyushimatsu. I wish you all the happiness in the world with Hijirisawa Shonosuke...!

Ichimatsu: …Let’s go home.

Option Two: Please stop this dangerous game.

Osomatsu: They said that whatever way you thing about it, it's a risky sport, so we should withdraw straight away.

Choromatsu: Ah, you're probably right. Even Jyushimatsu will probably start swinging his bat and be disqualified once he calms down.

Todomatsu: The girls taking part aren't even that cute, maybe 6s on average. That’s not worth taking any risks.

Osomatsu: So you guys are ignoring the fact that your bats reacted, huh?

Todomatsu: That's just a biological instinct. I wouldn't really swing my bat for a girl who wasn’t least on the level of that one there.

Choromatsu: Eh, there’s a cute girl? Where, where!?

Todomatsu: See, that girl who sorta looks like Totoko over there...

Totoko: Rock, Paper, Scissors!

Choromatsu and Todomatsu: The actual Totoko!?

Totoko: Yes, I won again...! I must become a pro whatever it takes and marry into the upper classes! Hmph! Hmph! Rock Paper Scissors! Rock Paper Scissors! Who wants to die next!?

Choromatsu: Oh, oh no... I don't want to see Totoko undressed by other guys...!

Todomatsu: But I wanna see Totoko naked...!

Choromatsu and Todomatsu: ... Lose! Lose!

Choromatsu: Lose, Totoko-chan!

Todomatsu: Hurry up and strip!

Totoko: Stop... stop messing around guys...! Once I’ve married into money, I’ll crush you both socially and physically! Rock Paper Scissors...! Ah!

Choromatsu and Todomatsu: She lost!

Totoko: Aghhhhhhhh! I can’t expose this body which is supposed to belong to a multi-millionaire in front of this trash…!

Todomatsu: Hmm!? Totoko's body has been hidden by something!?

Choromatsu: Who did that!? Who threw those yellow clothes at Totoko!

Totoko: Wha... what!? What's with these sweaty yellow clothes!? Wait a minute...

Jyushimatsu: ...Aha. Totoko-chan, aren't you cold? Today's baseball wasn't much fun. It's more fun playing baseball at home like usual.

Choromatsu: He's suddenly talking like a normal person!?

Todomatsu: And doing such a heroic act in the nick of time...!?

Osomatsu: Hurry up and show us naked Totoko!

Jyushimatsu: The most important thing... above all else, is that baseball is fun!! Let's have fun playing baseball, Totoko-chan! Boeh! Boeh! Boeh!

Totoko: Jyushimatsu-kun... Try saying that after you've lowered that dirty bat at your crotch which is being hoisted ever so high right now!

Jyushimatsu: Grrrr…!

Choromatsu: There it is, Totoko-chan's full body blow!

Todomatsu: Alright, let's get out of here.

Osomatsu: Yeah.

Totoko: As yet unknown handsome multimillionaires… I'll try to become a strip baseball Rock Paper Scissors pro for sure...!

Commentator: Since Yowai Totoko has nothing left to take off, she has been forcibly disqualified!!

Totoko: No, no way... Nooooo!

Jyushimatau: To... Totoko-chan... If you wear my clothes...!

Totoko: I don't want that either!

Option Three: If you want to earn some money, try something else.

Osomatsu: Damn. They said if we want to earn some money, we should try doing something else.

Todomatsu: Putting aside actually getting a job, I think trying something else would be good.

Osomatsu: Let's get Jyushimatsu and get out of here.

Jyushimatsu: Boeh, boeh. Boehhh! Baseball, basebaaaaall!

Karamatsu: Jyushimatsu? Let's go home now...

Jyushimatsu: Baseball! Baseball! Ooohhhh!

Karamatsu: Brother, are you perhaps... purely enjoying baseball...?

Jyushimatsu: I wanted to play baseball properly.

Karamatsu: Jyushimatsu. Getting so down is poison for the heart. A-n-d. There is a game that's more suited to us, you know?

Jyushimatsu: Yeah...

Big win! You did it!

Jyushimatsu: Alright, I can keep going!

Karamatsu: My brother, I'm not the kind of man to back down now either... I've got more in me!

Jyushimatsu: Yeah!

Karamatsu: Hmm? Behind me is...!

Todomatsu: Whoever wins, they have to treat us at the bar later. If I win, I'm using the money for dates though.

Ichimatsu: Alright... the probability type changed...!

Choromatsu: The probability of there being a machine with a big pay-out in this lane is the same as the probability of a big pay-out, according to my personal research, which is 300 to one, therefore...

Osomatsu: In the end, pachinko is the best way to earn money easily after all.

Karamatsu: My brothers...! You came too, to this pachinko parlour!

Jyushimatsu: Karamatsu-niisan. This is the best game for us all to have fun together as brothers.

Karamatsu: Oh, Jyushimatsu...! You shouldn't make a man cry so carelessly.

Todomatsu: Well, in the end all we're doing is playing pachinko though.

Osomatsu: Don't you think it's a sport that suits us NEETs?

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Osomatsu-San Extra Stories Translation ‘Karamatsu of Dreams” Part One

Another translation from the Extra Stories (Bangaihen) novel. This time about Karamatsu and his dreams of putting on a live concert. Quite a lot of painfullness, as you would expect. Doing it in two parts this time.

Cultural note: The Nippon Budokan is a big indoor arena in Tokyo that was originally built to host martial arts contests. It’s also a well known concert venue, and it’s considered very prestigious to play here. An artist or group playing here is a sign that their career is on the up.

Karamatsu of Dreams - Part One

Beneath the blue sky –

Karamatsu was sitting on the roof of the house clutching his guitar.

“Heh… the Goddess of Music is fickle.”

He wasn’t playing the guitar, and he certainly wasn’t singing. From the outside, he didn’t look like he was doing anything other than basking in the sun.

His whole body was bathed in sunlight. He felt as if he were shining like the sun itself.

“Oh, Sunshine! What are you trying to do by heating me up even more? After you’ve lit my heart on fire, you’ll only end up burning yourself, aha?”

He faced the sun and put on his sunglasses.

“I’m dazzling, aren’t I? You can use me, Sunshine!”

Hwoooooooo!

The wind howled. It felt a bit ticklish as it stroked his cheek.

“I can hear the wind whispering! Has the time finally come?

Karamatsu stood up and softly closed his eyes.

“Ah… I can see it… all throughout Japan… no, all throughout the world, the Karamatsu Girls are waiting for my song. Their voices!”

Shrieeeeek!

Waaaaaaah!

The girls filling the concert venue gave a high pitched cheer for Karamatsu who was standing onstage.

Basking in this delusion with every part of his being, Karamatsu slowly stood up on that stage better known as a roof.

He breathed in quietly, as if about to start singing, and pressed down on the guitar strings with his fingers.

The first chord was F. It was a super difficult chord that beginners would stumble over, but there was no way he could mess up.

His fingering was perfect.

Now, the stage curtain will rise!

But Karamastu’s fingers did not leave the strings.

He slowly let out the breath he’d inhaled.

He had no choice but to get down. From this made-up, delusional stage.

It was all an illusion. Because this was not the stage at a concert hall.

He accepted the reality that it was just the roof of his house.

“What do I have to do to be able to give dreams to people in real life?”

Wrestling with this anguish, Karamatsu returned to the second floor room where Osomatsu and the rest of his brothers were lazing around as usual.

Unfortunately, he was unable to find anyone who was troubling over a similar type of problem to himself.

(Heh… even if I discuss this with my brothers, I’ll probably just end up bothering them.)

Karamatsu’s problem. It was making the impossible into the possible.

The brothers all had their own different problems. However, the only one who was troubled by the act of creating was probably him.

Karamatsu thought that was the cross that those who were born as artists had to bear.

Jyushimatsu, who was playing with a baseball board game, noticed that Karamatsu had returned to the room, and looked up.

“Welcome back, Karamatsu-niisan. You didn’t sing today, either?”

“There weren’t enough whispers form the wind. But I am a man who’ll definitely do it. One day, definitely.”

Jyushimatsu leant his head to one side in puzzlement. And as for the other brothers –

“And it’s started again. You really are painful, you know. You are too painful. When will that one day be? Next year? The year after that? If you don’t start something eventually, then you’ll never start.” And, “That’s right, that’s right. If you have the time to think of reasons not to do something, then you’ll be better of trying to actually do something.”

As well as, “Speaking of which, Choromatsu-niisan, don’t you always say you’ll do something and never achieve anything too?”

Following on with, “… Die Shittymatsu. Die twice.” They each said whatever they wanted too.

Thrummmmm. Karamatsu lightly strummed the guitar with his fingers.

Even though there were talking like this, they were definitely actually worried about him.

He was used to persuading himself like that.

“Please wait , brothers. Today I would like to… talk seriosuly about my problems with you.”

Osomatsu closed the manga he’d been reading. Yawning, he turned to face Karamatsu. Despite what he said, he would lend an ear. That’s the kind of man Osomatsu was.

“Well, I don’t have anything to do, so I’ll listen, but seriously, lay off the painfulness, OK?”

“Heh… I’m glad you asked.”

“No, being glad has nothing to do with it. You asked him to first, didn’t you?”

Ignoring Choromatsu’s put down, Karamatsu strummed the guitar. Thrummmmm.

“My concert…”

His brothers looked shocked as the words came out of Karamatsu’s mouth.

They were clearly wondering what on earth he was talking about, but Karamatsu’s smug expression didn’t falter.

“That’s not a proper conversation, Karamatsu-niisan. If you just say words by themselves, we won’t understand at all.”

In this kind of situation, having a younger brother who could deliver put downs could be damaging.

“Is that right?… Was it too difficult?”

“Perhaps Karamatsu-niisan would like to put on a concert?”

That was a timely hit to the centre, Jyushimatsu. Oh! Jyushimaaatsu! Karamatsu thought.

Karamatsu pointed his thumb at his face with a snap and raised his voice.

“That’s it, brothers! I want to hold a huge concert for all the Karamatsu Girls around the world who have fallen in love with listening to my songs.”

“Wait, how did you get that from what he said before, Jyushimatsu?” Choromatsu asked, seemingly ill at ease. He was the sensible one and the conscious of the six of them, and his expression suggested that he did not understand one bit in his role as the one who tried to put the brakes on things. Karamatsu thought that it was a shame that all he did was push down on those breaks and never move forward.

“Anyway, are you seriously planning on doing it, Karamatsu-niisan?”

Choromatsu’s face suggested that he would at least hear him out.

It was transparently obvious that rather than seriously listening to him, he wanted to get the whole thing over and done with as soon as possible.

But Karamatsu wasn’t the kind of guy to notice this and show restraint.

“Yes, the time has come for me to show how serious I am in a way I never have before, from the time I was born, up until now. While there are people waiting for it, my song will never end.”

“It’s over before it’s even begun. You never even started in the first place,” Ichimatsu said, tutting, and turned away.

“Well anyway, first you have to secure a venue. Then there’s the rental costs for the equipment and props. You’ll be the only performer, I suppose, but you’ll need money to pay for the lighting, sound, and other staff too. You’ll have to sell the tickets as well, you know?” Choromatsu explained without hesitation. Unexpectedly, he’d been able to talk about something he knew a lot about, and he was kind of proud of himself.

Karamatsu covered his face with his hand and stared out of the gaps between his fingers.

Honestly, he had no idea what Choromatsu had been talking about.

“Just give me the conclusion, brother.”

“It’ll cost around ¥200,000, no, maybe ¥300,000? And of course the venue would be an underground theatre, at most a city owned hall, something like that. Just to let you know, a stadium or the Budokan are out of the question. And then you’ve got to put some effort into advertising and publicity. Even posters don’t mean a thing if all you do is make and print them. Whereabouts were you planning to put them up? Putting up a poster somewhere isn’t free, you know? Aside from that, you’ll have to put a lot of announcements up on the internet too.”

With everything Choromatsu said, Karamatsu received another shock.

To start with, he had no money.

Advertising? Publicity? Wouldn’t you get your message across without those things if you just sang? What did the slaves of capitalism understand about the value of the art called music?

He would have to think of some poses if they were going to take pictures for a cool poster.

But no thank you to those other minor preparations, thought Karamatsu.

He, who stood upon the stage basked in the spotlight, was not suited to behind the scenes work.

“Choromatsu-niisan, how come you know so much about it?”

Choromatsu puffed up with pride at Jyushimatsu’s innocent question.

“Eh? It’s normal to know this much. Or rather, you guys don’t know? You’re kidding. I mean, you’re adults, right? This falls into the category of common sense.”

“Choromatsu-niisan’s an idol otaku, so it can’t be helped… tee-hee-hee. Anyway, what’s common sense various from person to person.”

Todomatsu looked up common sense on his smart phone.

Common Sense Joushiki – 常識

Knowledge and judgements widely acknowledged by many people, and considered to be held by all members within a particular society. 　　　

It seemed that Todomatsu was trying to emphasize the widely acknowledged part.

“What’s the problem with being an idol otaku, anyway! I’m alive and breathing! So stop looking at me with those dry eyes, Totty! You dry eyes!”

“That’s not what having dry eyes means. And I don’t think anything in particular about the way you live your life, Choromatsu-niisan, and I don’t feel anything about it either.”

“No, think something! Feel something! Pay me a bit more respect! Generally speaking, it’s ruder to not think anything about someone at all!”

“I’m really sorry. That you’re an idol otaku.”

“Y, you! I’ll kill… whatever… When I tangle with you, I’m the only one who gets injured. Anyway, if you’re going to put on a concert, then you have to make it a success. And for that, you need a carefully thought out strategy, and money.”

Karamatsu was looking outside the window, with a faraway look on his face.

It was a fine day without a single cloud. If he had wings like a bird, he felt as though he could ride the wind and fly freely towards wherever he wanted to go.

But reality bound him emotionlessly to the ground.

“In the end, this world comes down to money… money… money?”

Osomatsu laughed gleefully.

“If it’s money, then you’ve got no worries.”

His brothers’ ears twitched.

“…Seriously?”

“Osomatsu-niisan, might you possible have some money?”

“Rich guy! Rich guy!”

“Now, calm down, everyone. It’s not nice to lie, Osomatsu-niisan.”

As Choromatsu doubted him, Osomatsu opened his mouth wide and laughed.

“You guys have one track minds. If you want some money, just get a loan.”

“I, is that safe, Osomatsu?”

“Don’t worry about it, Karamatsu. All you need to do is sell all the concert tickets! In fact, the more you sell, the more you’ll make.”

“Oh! Of course! I just have to sell them all!”

“Right, right. And with those profits, you can have a concert in an even bigger venue the next time. And then, of course, those tickets will sell out. The money will roll in from the amount of seats you increase each time. They’ll come film it for TV too, and you’re fame will go up and up!

“Film for TV…huh?”

Karamatsu softly closed his eyes. He flapped the wings of his imagination. Behind his eyelids floated a vision of his success.

Shrieeeeeeek!

Wahhhhhhh!

When he entered the concert venue, not just fans, but also television reporters and members of the press had assembled there.

He was surrounded by a ton of cameras and was bathed in the light of flashes from all four corners.

Ah, no need to push so much! I’ll answer all of your questions, so no rush. Sorry, little kitten, autographs later.

Karamatsu was absorbed in imagining his future self responding to the interview.

Osomatsu continued, as if to interrupt his delusions.

“Hmm, but it should probably be a nationwide arena tour after the first Budokan concert.”

“That’s it, brother! The tour finale will be in Tokyo. And… to the sold-out audience of Karamatsu Girls, I’ll announce my tour of the USA… heh, perfect plan.”

“That’s great. That’s great. And from there, we’ll head into a five continents tour, and finally, we’ll have humanity’s first ever worldwide simultaneous airing of a concert from a space station!

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