Lacrimosa Chapter 3 Part 1Taro woke up to a draft. Of course, he knew the window was closed, but when he stretched his hand out, expecting to feel Misaki's warm body, his arm dropped into an empty space. Looking over his shoulder, he realised that it was something past two in the morning.Lacrimosa Chapter 3 Part 1 by MasakiMikami
He would have gone straight back to sleep if it weren't for the faint voices he could hear from down the corridor. Making sure he was properly dressed in his pyjamas, he clambered sleepily out of bed and left his bedroom, seeing the light on in the bathroom where the voices were coming from. He recognised them as Misaki and his mother.
“The fuck's going on?” Taro muttered, reaching the bathroom door and edging himself inside, as helped by his mother.
“In here, honey. Misa-bunny is having a mental breakdown,” she said softly, Taro sighing as he came in and sat next to them.
“Hey, Misaki, you can come to me when you're hurting, you know,” he mumbled, messing with blonde quills a little. When a
Lacrimosa Chapter 2 Part 4Taro looked over his shoulder when he heard someone calling Misaki, and stepped back to make sure he was a little out of the way as Kazuhiko walked up to his younger brother.Lacrimosa Chapter 2 Part 4 by MasakiMikami
“Heya, nii-chan!” he said in his best happy voice, even managing to fake a smile.
“Hikari-chan's over tonight, so I want you to be nice to her,” Kazuhiko explained as he stopped in front of Misaki, frowning as the younger one groaned. “Misaki, she's our sister...”
“Yeah, that didn't stop her abandoning me, did it?” He glanced over to Taro, suddenly forming a plan. “Can't I go to Taro's tonight instead?”
“It'll be fine! His mum loves me an' it saves me an' Hikari fighting again! Please?!”
“Well, I suppose-”
“Kay! Thanks, nii-chan, I still have some clothes over there! Bye!” He ran off before Kazuhiko could argue with him, grabbing Taro along the way and dragging him away from the scene.
My name's Masaki and my mind is like a huge messy poop!
My life is also pretty much the same, so I use internet so that I can pretend like reality doesn't exist!
If I don't have internet then, well, I guess I'm forced to interact with other people I like (which isn't that many people) to distract me instead P:
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