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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre_Adventure
  Relationship:
      Nijimura_Keichou/Nijimura_Okuyasu
  Character:
      Nijimura_Keichou, Nijimura_Okuyasu
  Additional Tags:
      Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Verbal_Humiliation, Abuse, Gunplay, Facials,
      okuyasu_is_about_14_in_this
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-03-09 Words: 4949
****** Bad Company ******
by cliscia
Summary
     All Okuyasu ever wanted to do was make his brother happy, but doing
     it in front of his friends is another matter entirely. He was okay
     with it just being their little secret before, but as he has learned
     to know, is that whatever Keicho says, goes.
Notes
     So the reason I wrote this and began thinking about Keicho more is
     because I started playing Diamond Records and wound up with him as my
     main and fell in love! I'd never much given evil ova blond polnareff
     much of a thought before, but just hearing Keicho scream 'all units,
     attack!!' whenever I fight an enemy just makes me melt. I melt even
     more when I remember how much Keicho internalized his suffering and
     took it out on his poor little brother, so please take this fic as an
     offering to the Keicho/Okuyasu gods.
     PS feel free to add me on DR, my friend ID is 634241245 ♡
     PPS yes I'm very aware about how I use 'aniki' and 'big bro'
     simultaneously throughout the fic.
See the end of the work for more notes
Okuyasu scuffled his feet on the cracked sidewalk as he shifted his book bag
more comfortably on his shoulder. His kept his eyes focused on the ground as he
walked. School had drained him; he’d completely forgotten about the quiz that
had been scheduled for that day in Japanese class, and his teacher had lectured
him harshly when he had nothing to turn in when asked for his math homework.
The other kids in his class had snickered, and when he jumped out of his chair
to tell them to keep their mouths quiet, Okuyasu had been sent outside for
detention and given the sole responsibility for that day’s cleaning duties.
Of course the teachers knew he was a troublemaker. Everyone could tell from the
bruises on his face.
“Stupid!!” Okuyasu scowled to himself in a small outburst as he remembered the
way that his professor had looked down on him when he was unable to hand in his
papers. Like he was an idiot. Like he had no future.
It wasn’t his fault, really. He had planned to do his homework, but
complications arose, as they always did. There were things in his life that
hurt him so much that it made it hard to think. Okuyasu couldn’t focus on
anything when that happened, only how to escape and stay safe, and make his
brother happy.
He reached up and gingerly touched the deep blue bruise on his jaw. Okuyasu
hissed and winced when he pressed a little too hard with the soft pads of his
fingers. Stupid. He was the one who was stupid. He wouldn’t have gotten hurt if
only he had been more careful. It was always his dumb head that got him in such
trouble. He didn’t have anyone to blame but himself.
Okuyasu shook his head as he began to internally chastise himself. He paused
and looked up at the evening sky. Bare branches reached out like spider’s
fingers under the drab granite sky. There were no clouds, everything hidden by
a sea of grey, like a vast blanket had been draped over the sun. He needed a
little light in his life, but doing the class cleaning by himself had let him
out when the sun had already begun to set. Weather like this always made
Okuyasu feel slow and empty.
A pair of birds flew overhead and he watched them for a while as they swooped
and dove together in tandem, a small, soft smile tugging at the corner of his
lips. He wished he could be like that, free to fly and roam and play. One day
everything would be right, just like his brother said, and they could leave
together. But now his place was here in S city.
But it wasn’t so bad since it was all he had ever known.
“Listen Okuyasu,”he remembered his older brother having told him one day long
ago, “hope doesn’t do anything except make you hurt. Only fools chase something
they can’t have. When you don’t ask for more, you’re happy with what you’ve
got, and that’s all you’ll ever need.”
Oh, Keicho… Okuyasu’s eyes suddenly widened as he realized how late it was. His
brother would be wondering where he was for sure, and he’d be very mad that
he’d been out so late without permission. Okuyasu held onto his book bag strap
and bolted for home, his sneakers pounding on the concrete sidewalk as he ran,
scattering pebbles. He hoped he wouldn’t be mad, oh man he really hoped he
wouldn’t be mad…
Okuyasu slowed down to a jog when he turned the corner and his house appeared
in the neighborhood. He could tell Keicho was home from a light that could be
seen from one of the boarded up windows in the living room. Biting his lip,
Okuyasu fished through his pants pocket to find his key as he hopped up the
backdoor steps. He put the key in the keyhole and turned the knob as carefully
as he could without making any noise.
Stepping into his home, he immediately knew something was wrong. Smoke hung
heavy and low in the air and he could hear the sound of multiple voices coming
from the living room that he didn’t recognize. Keicho had invited friends over.
Okuyasu worried his lip harder as he gently clicked the door closed without a
sound. Maybe his brother had been so distracted that he hadn’t noticed that he
hadn’t come home yet. If only he could make it to his room without being seen-
“Okuyasu.”
He froze in place, one foot on the staircase, his blood running cold. His
brother sat on the shabby couch with his back to him. He thought he had been
sneaky.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
His heart began to race and Okuyasu could feel his head getting cloudy. Stupid,
stupid!!
“Just to my room, big bro.” He said as he turned, knowing he had been caught.
“And why are you home so late?” His brother’s voice was deep and cold.
“I-I had to stay late to do the cleaning since I didn’t turn in my math
homework-“
But he was cut off as Keicho barked: “Okuyasu! Get over here!!”
Fear bubbled inside his chest as Okuyasu stood in place. He was so afraid. He’d
be in worse trouble if he didn’t obey, but he was so scared of facing his
brother in front of his friends when he could tell they had been drinking. 
Steeling himself, Okuyasu sighed shakily and began to cautiously approach his
brother. His three friends leered at him as he stepped over a bottle of whiskey
on the floor to stand in front of the couch. His heart sunk when he saw what
was on the table between them. Liquor and stacks of yen were piled haphazardly
between dust from a drug he didn’t recognize, a gun resting near the edge of
the table. This was bad. This was a bad, bad time to talk to his brother, and
Okuyasu had to get out.
But nothing was nearly as terrifying as the look he saw that Keicho was giving
him. Okuyasu gulped as his brother stared him down, eyes dark and searing,
pinning him in place. He put his cigarette out in the ashtray next to him with
a hiss and smoke rose from the butt like a pale serpent to join the cloud in
the air.
“And whydidn’t you do your homework?” He asked.
Okuyasu gulped again and tried his hardest to not touch the dark bruise on his
cheek. He knew he had to answer carefully.
“B-because…” Okuyasu stammered, ignoring the way that the boys in the
background sneered, “…I forgot.”
“You forgot.” Keicho stated more than asked, and Okuyasu furiously nodded his
head in agreement, hoping his cooperation would get him on his brother’s good
side. “You FORGOT!?”
Terror licked at Okuyasu’s stomach as Keicho’s voice immediately rose to a
scream. He jumped back just slightly at the outburst, beginning to shake as
Keicho leaned forward, fury seething from his every word.
“I do everything I can to take care of you and this family, and all you have to
do is one thing, one thing, and you forget!?! Do you know what will happen if
your teachers start asking questions about why you never turn in your work, you
stupid, ungrateful little bitch!!?”
Tears began to well at the corners of Okuyasu’s eyes and his breath came in
short, finding it hard to hold himself firm. He didn’t want to be bad, he
didn’t. Okuyasu silently shook his head ‘no’.
“They’ll come snoopin’ around is what they’ll do,” Keicho hissed, lowering his
voice to a quieter, more ominous tone, “they’ll say you’re not fit to live
here, and they’ll take you way, and then I’ll be left alone to take care of
dad. Is that really what you want, huh? You want to break things up even more?”
“Aniki…”  Okuyasu started.
“Well!?” Keicho persisted.
“N-no…” Okuyasu shook his head and stared at his shoes, his reply so quiet that
it almost couldn’t be heard.
But it seemed to be enough for Keicho, and he ‘hmph’d’ and leaned back against
his spot on the couch, spreading his arms over the back and slugging down a
glass of whatever drink he’d poured for himself.
Okuyasu breathed deeply and heavily, confused. Was that all? He had expected
another beating, but maybe Keicho was holding himself back because of his
friends in the room. His heartrate began to return to normal as he calmed
himself down. It hadn’t been fair of him to assume that things would be worse
with the other boys around. Okuyasu made to turn to climb the staircase to his
room, grateful that that was all it had come to, before a voice behind him
said:
“Aren’t you forgetting something?”
“Aniki…?” Okuyasu hesitated, the dread returning to his stomach. It wasn’t over
yet.
Keicho smirked and swirled the last of the alcohol in the bottom his glass
around as he stared down his little brother. Tension as thick of the smoked
that hung in the air filled the room as Okuyasu gulped. He didn’t know what
else could be left that his brother would want from him, but what he did know
is that he didn’t want to hear the answer that came next.
With a mocking wave of his finger like a parent to a child, Keicho tsked and
leaned forward once again, his elbows resting on his knees, their eyes locked,
Okuyasu unable to look away.
“After all these years and I still have to remind you of your duties? I thought
you’d learned by now where your place in this family is.”
Oh.
Oh. Oh, no.
“Aniki,” Okuyasu gasped out, his eyes darting panic-stricken to his friends who
were watching the scene unfold with increasingly sadistic amusement, “you
don’t-“
“Oh yes I do,Okuyasu,” Keicho grinned, cold, dangerous, “your responsibilities
don’t stop just because we have companyover.”
Every inch of his body felt like it was seizing up as Okuyasu looked back in
sheer terror. He felt rooted to the spot, unable to move and never, ever
wanting to. This couldn’t be happening. There was no way his brother was
serious. But the look on his face told him he was, and Okuyasu knew from
experience that nothing would change his resolution once he made up his mind.
He didn’t know what to do. Panic lit up in his chest like a bomb, gripping and
squeezing at his heart with relentless strength and not letting go. Okuyasu
began to breathe heavily from his mouth, tears of fear and frustration
prickling at the corners of his eyes. He couldn’t, he just couldn’t.He wanted
to make his brother happy, but not here, not now in this room, with so many
foreign eyes watching him.
Okuyasu’s hand rose reflexively to his mouth, his eyebrows furrowing in
desperation.
“I-“ he started, shaking his head and clearing his throat as his voice cracked.
The other boys in the room howled. Blood rushed to his face in humiliation,
turning the tips of his ears red. “I can’t big bro, I can’t do that now.
Please, don’t.”
But in his heart, he knew. His brother would never concede no matter how hard
he begged.
“Okuyasu.” Keicho said simply, his voice low and warning, staring him down into
submission. Okuyasu had never, never been able to deny that voice.
Shame and terror churned in his gut as he felt his feet begin to move on their
own accord like a trained dog. This couldn’t be happening. He couldn’t be doing
this. But he was,and Okuyasu felt his knees hit the cold, hardwood ground as he
knelt in front of his brother who looked down at him with condescending
pleasure. More laughter followed behind him.
“What a riot!” He heard one of the boys proclaim.
“He’s actually doing it, what a disgusting fuck!” Another chimed in.
Okuyasu looked up from at his brother’s feet with big, pleading eyes, searching
to find any hint of mercy in Keicho’s gaze, but there was nothing to be found.
He was the officer. Whatever he said was the law. Okuyasu knew this, but he
still couldn’t shake the resistance inside of him that made him want to jump up
and leave and run away and never come back.
 Keicho uncrossed his legs and began to undo his belt, unzipping his zipper.
No, he couldn’t do this. Not here, not now.
“Stop!!” Okuyasu yelled, batting Keicho’s hands away from his belt as he moved
to stand. A furious glare was shot his way but Okuyasu didn’t care, all he knew
is that this had to end. “No aniki, I won’t! You can’t make me!”
He hadn’t gotten as far as to begin lifting himself from the floor before
Okuyasu felt a rough smackcollide with his face, like his cheek had just been
hit by a battering ram. His head swum as he fell back against the table,
cracking his skull on the edge. Pain blossomed as his nerves exploded from the
hit and he raised his arms reflexively in front of his face to shield any more
blows that might come.
“You bitch!” His brother he heard his brother screech from beyond the
adrenaline that was filling his veins. “You dare to defy and humiliate me in
front of my friends!? I’ll show you what happens when you disobey, I’ll show
you what happens when you try to pretend that you’re not the little cockslut
whore that you are!”
Without warning his arms were yanked out from in front of his face and Okuyasu
lurched forward, yelping as his body was jerked across the floor.
Smack.Another punch was struck across his unprotected face.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
The blows rained down on him like a barrage and Okuyasu couldn’t help but cry
out as he was struck repeatedly. His brother’s hands were rough and large, and
the force behind his blows made his mind dazed by the abuse. It hurt so bad he
couldn’t think.
Fortunately, Okuyasu didn’t have to think, for his brother had taken care of
that for him like always. He barely had time to register that the punches had
stopped before he heard the telltale sound of a zipper being undone and his
body was once again yanked forward between Keicho’s knees. The familiar feeling
of his brother’s thick cock brushed against his cheek, and when he recoiled,
something else was pressed against his lips in its place. Something hard, cold,
and very metal.
Okuyasu froze instinctively. He couldn’t-
“…I’ll show you what happens when whores disobey,” Keicho said calmly as he
pressed the barrel of the gun harder against his mouth.
Time felt like it was moving in slow motion as Okuyasu opened his eyes to look
down the barrel of the gun that had been resting on the table at his brother.
His heartbeat echoed in his ears, his vision fuzzy, unable to feel the tips of
his fingers. It was as if he was living in somebody else’s body. Okuyasu had
never been more terrified in his entire life. He heard the click of the safety
be released as the vibrations tingled his lips.
Slowly, Keicho dragged the gun across his cheek to rest firm against his
forehead. He gripped the base of his cock with a steady hand and angled it
towards Okuyasu’s mouth. Nothing felt real.
“Now then…”Keicho quietly began, rubbing the muzzle against Okuyasu’s skin,
unresponsive to the way that he had begun to hyperventilate, “why don’t we show
our company what good boys do when they greet their brother when they come
home?”
Raucous laughter erupted behind him but Okuyasu could do nothing but stare at
his brother with begging eyes. The gun was pushed harder against his temple.
Okuyasu felt as though he could throw up.
“Aniki…”he whispered softly enough for only the two of them could hear.
His plea fell on deaf ears.  There was no mercy in his brother’s eyes.
Keicho rubbed the tip of his cockhead against Okuyasu’s lips. The salty tang of
precum smeared across his mouth.
“Suck.”
That was it, it was final. Everything within Okuyasu’s body felt cold and numb
as he slowly, gingerly opened his mouth to accept his fate. He couldn’t say no,
he’d never been able to. He didn’t need the gun pressing into his forehead to
remind him of that, but it sure helped. There was no escape. He didn’t want to
die.
Okuyasu squeezed his eyes shut as Keicho pushed his erection into his mouth. It
was big and made him stretch his jaw an uncomfortable amount, but Okuyasu was
used to it. He’d been doing this for years. He knew where his place was.
Little trembles of fear ricocheted through his body and Okuyasu gulped as he
began to slowly bob his head, terrified that his brother might slip up and
accidentally pull the trigger. He’d been practicing marksmanship for years, and
Okuyasu had lost track of counting the arsenal of weapons in his room. But
being on the other end of the barrel was something else entirely. His life
could be ended at any moment. In some ways, he felt, it already had been.
Tears streamed down his red, swollen cheeks as Keicho grunted in approval when
he began to suck him diligently. He felt so ashamed, so embarrassed, so
entirely worthless and strung out as he was forced to put on a show for his
brother’s friends. This had been their secret, their ritual that no one else
knew about. It was easier to stomach when it was just between the two of them
in their own empty home, when Okuyasu could feel like he’d done a good job and
made his brother happy when he was able to make him cum and relieve him of the
stress that filled their lives. He’d been taught well. Okuyasu continued to
suck.
“That’s it…” Keicho moaned and nudged the gun lower on his face, stroking his
bruised cheekbone. Okuyasu winced and hiccupped slightly from around his cock,
making sure to massage the length with his tongue. Maybe if he was good enough,
this would all be over sooner.
Eyes bore on the back of his head as Okuyasu felt himself being watched. He
felt so dirty, so low. But then again, he was, wasn’t he? What room did he have
to complain when this is what Keicho chose to do with him. He was too stupid to
live without him. He needed his brother to keep him in line. Who knows what
he’d do without him.
He could tell Keicho was making faces at his friends above his head as he
obediently sucked and bobbed his head on his cock, for they began to laugh and
holler anew.
“Oh man,” he heard one of them say, voice tinged with something other than
humor, “I wish I had a brother that treated me like that
“Well you see,” Keicho began and set his free hand on top of Okuyasu’s head,
making him suddenly jerk and pull back before the fingers in his hair tightened
and pulled him back into place, “I’m very methodical. You can’t slip up and let
them think you’re not in charge. You gotta remind ‘em every day who’s the boss.
Isn’t that right, Okuyasu?”
Keicho laughed and shook his head by the hair in a forced nod in delight.
Okuyasu gagged as he was forced down farther onto Keicho’s cock, the head
hitting the back of his throat. He reached his hands out to rest them on his
brother’s thighs, but not once did he stop his movements. The gun against his
head wouldn’t allow him to.
One shot, that’s all it’d take. At this close of a level, his brains would be
splattered against the wall in an instant.
“But little Okuyasu here’s learned quick. You wouldn’t believe how bad he was
at first before I trained him to do a good job. Not that I’d expect anything
else, incompetent people drag everyone else around them down.”
Tears sprung fresh from Okuyasu’s eyes and clung to his thick lashes as he
listened to his brother berate him above him.
“Too bad it doesn’t work for anything else though. He’s so stupid, the only
thing he’s good at is sucking cock.”
Agony gripped Okuyasu’s heart like a vice. All he wanted to be was good. He
couldn’t help it that he wasn’t as smart as the others, that his brain just
didn’t work right, but he tried his hardest. He tried his hardest for his
aniki, and Okuyasu sobbed as he took his erection deeper down his throat
That got Keicho to moan, and Okuyasu could feel the tiniest bit of pride well
up in his stomach. It was true. He was good for nothing. But if he could make
his brother happy, even the shame of being watched and laughed at while he did
something so dirty was okay. He just didn’t want to hurt anymore. The gun
glinted in the dim light of the lamp.
Steel bit into his skin as Okuyasu began to bob his head in earnest, running
his tongue over the throbbing veins of his brother’s cock and beneath his
foreskin, swirling his tongue to lap at all the precum that bubbled from the
tip. He hollowed his cheeks and pressed his head down as far as he could
muster, persisting through his gags until he felt his nose press against
Keicho’s curly blonde pubic hair. His tear stricken cheeks rubbed against his
brother’s abdomen. So desperate to prove his worth, he kept himself from
vomiting as he felt his length go down his throat.
The boys behind him cheered.
“What a slut!"
“Whore!”
Okuyasu heaved as he dry sobbed around Keicho’s cock. The terror had subsided
to a hopeless longing to just please his brother, to make him take back all
those words he’d said. Okuyasu could be a good boy. He could make him happy. He
was useful; no one else could do this for him.
“Oh fuckOkuyasu, I think I’m gonna cum-“
But he didn’t need to be told that. He’d done this so many countless times
before, Okuyasu could tell by the way he began to groan above him, his cock
fully engorged and twitching in his mouth.
He was given no warning as the gun was tossed to the side and his brother’s
hands gripped the sides of his bruised head and he began to slam him down on
his edging cock. Okuyasu gagged but Keicho paid him no mind, furiously pulling
him forward and backwards, fucking his mouth earnestly.
“Such a good whore, aren’t you, little bro.” Keicho hissed, seeming to talk
more to himself than Okuyasu, but Okuyasu’s heart sung throughout the tears and
pain.
Praise me, please, please.

Okuyasu tried desperately to keep up with the pace his brother had set,
squeezing his eyes shut and focusing all of his attention on doing his best to
pleasure him. Obscene noises spilled from his mouth as he slurped on his cock,
Keicho’s heavy balls slapping against his chin as he slammed him down
repeatedly to take him to the base. Tears and snot were smeared across his face
but Keicho didn’t seem to mind, opting instead to fist him once again by the
hair as leverage to thrust deeper and harder down his throat.
With a final set of delirious, frenzied thrusts, Keicho suddenly pulled
Okuyasu’s head back, a string of saliva connecting his lips to his cock. He
gripped his dick and pumped himself once, twice, three times and Okuyasu
squeezed his eyes in preparation as thick spurts of hot semen fell across his
lips and the bridge of his nose. He heard his brother moan above him, milking
himself from every bit of cum he had to paint Okuyasu’s face with as he rode
out his orgasm.
Without any ceremony, Keicho came down from his orgasm and immediately released
his grip on his little brother, letting Okuyasu fall limply to the floor as he
recovered. Okuyasu’s chest rose and fell heavily, his eyes looking at Keicho’s
roughed army boots but focusing on nothing. Whatever god that may exist was
certainly a cruel one, because as his breathe began to find its way back to
him, so did his pain, his whole body in agony. Okuyasu just wanted to sleep for
a very long time.
Alas, fate wasn’t always kind.
“Oh man Keicho…” one of the boys said between heavy pants, “it’s not fair if
you have all the fun. How about you give us a go, huh?”
Immediately, terror spiked once again in Okuyasu’s stomach as he froze. No… No,
not after what he was just forced to do. He couldn’t take anymore. Okuyasu
curled around Keicho’s boot in a last silent plea.
“Not this time, guys."
Okuyasu almost cried from relief.
“Just cum on his face instead.”
The moment was short lived.
Okuyasu immediately recoiled, flashing a panic-stricken expression at his
brother as he scrambled to pull himself up before he was caught in a grip as
strong as steel by his older brother. He tried his hardest to resist as he was
hauled once more to his knees, but a stern squeeze to his throat told Okuyasu
to quell his resistance. His whole body shook from head to toe as Keicho
positioned him between his knees, this time his back facing Keicho’s chest.
The boys leered at Okuyasu as they made their way towards him, wanting to be
anywhere but there as he noticed their hard, aroused cocks in their hand. They
had been jerking off to the sight of him being used by his brother.
“A-Aniki-“ Okuyasu dared to sob but Keicho cut him off quickly by smacking his
face lightly as a warning reminder. Fresh rivets of tears spilled across his
round cheeks. He’d only been used by his brother, just his brother, because
they were family and that’s what family did, they made each other happy. The
thought of someone else using him made Okuyasu barely hold in the wail he had
been so desperate to release that evening.
Keicho stroked his short hair and back of his neck as he was held firmly in
place, head tilted up as he was forced to look up at Keicho’s friends who
jerked their cocks furiously to the sight of him. They all stared down at him,
lecherous eyes roaming over his body, and all Okuyasu wanted to do was hide. He
felt so exposed, so naked, even though all of his clothes were on. He just
wanted to curl up in his bed and never wake up again.
“Big bro…” he sobbed, voice cracking and not trying to hide it. Agony pierced
his heart. Okuyasu had never felt so low as he did at that point, staring up at
the boys who sought to dirty him.
“Shhh,” his brother whispered, leaning in close to his ear and continuing to
stroke the back of his neck as he held his head in place, “do this for aniki,
make your big brother Keicho proud.”
That was all it took before Okuyasu began to openly sob, the first stripe of
cum hitting him directly in his eye. He jerked back but Keicho held him firm,
wrapping one arm around his chest to secure his torso as the other kept its
vice grip on his head. Semen dribbled down his cheek as the boy moaned, coating
his face in sticky white.
It wasn’t long until the other two followed suit. One aimed for his mouth,
laughing as he came, amused as Okuyasu wrinkled up his face as he was marked.
The last took a little longer, whispering and muttering under his breath about
what a well trained whore he was before finally cumming on his forehead, the
semen dripping down to join the rest that had clumped between his nose and eye.
Okuyasu shook and whimpered, not wanting to open his eyes for the heavy cum
clung to his eyelashes. It was over, it was over, he told himself, but deep in
his heart nothing felt any differently. The images of those boy’s faces filled
with lustful, lecherous intent as they looked at him, their laughter as his
brother fucked his mouth, and the subtle promise that, one day, it wouldn’t
just be his face,filled Okuyasu’s mind as Keicho relinquished his hold on him
and he was left to fall to the ground to lay in peace as he escorted his
friends out of their house.
He stared blankly at the floor beneath the couch as he heard his brother wish
his friends along the way. There was so much dust. How long had it been since
they swept? The floor was so dirty. Dad would be angry. Okuyasu couldn’t stop
crying even as he heard his brother’s footsteps approach and his shoes enter
his line of vision.
Keicho stared down at him for a long while and Okuyasu wasn’t sure if he wanted
him to stay or leave. He wasn’t sure what he wanted at all anymore. Everything
felt broken
“Wipe yourself off,” was all Keicho finally managed to say before turning to
leave the room.
Almost as a side note, he turned towards his little brother broken and alone on
the living room floor and said:
“Don’t forget, Okuyasu, family always stays together.”
Without another word, Keicho left the front door, bow and arrow in hand.
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