Original Stories Fan Fiction / Romance Fan Fiction ❯ Love School: The Break-Up ❯ Death of a Not-So-Loved One ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
Disclaimer: This is an original story. The characters, storyline, ect. belong to me.

Warnings: Language, implying of indecent sex-acts

Author's Notes: I'm very pleased I was able to write a 5-page chapter with such...drama all in one sitting. I hope I can keep the updates coming this fast.

Love School Part 2: The Break-Up
Chapter Two: The Death of A Not-So-Loved One

(Another Excerpt From The Journal of Hachirou) March 4th
…Last night, after the family ate dinner, we watched old home movies our mothers had send to Granny Ryoka over the years. They were funny, unless it was about you of course, then it was mildly embarrassing. Me, Gorou, and Shichirou all laughed hardest at the one where Rokurou was getting potty trained, to no success of his mom. He turned beet red. But the one that had gotten to me most was a tape where my mother and this man I’ve never seen before were teaching me how to walk. I questioned my mother about it but she just stayed silent, and the other moms told me to be quiet and stop being nosy. And there was another tape where my dad was sitting with me and Shichirou in the hospital while Kurou was being born. Once my mother held him, surprisingly my father did too, considering he doesn’t strike me as a baby person. Seriously though, why do moms tape these things? Now it’s making me wonder, about my dead dad and the mystery man…

As the funeral procession finally arrived at the graveyard, Hachirou wondered why it wasn’t raining. When it rains when someone dies, it means that the angels are weeping for them, Hachirou heard once. But, it was a clear, rather warm, day. He shrugged and figured that the weather was so great because personally no angels cared that this man died, and the world was probably better off without people like him. The blond agreed with the angels.

So what did that make him? Hachirou wondered. The worthless son of a worthless person? Will Hachirou’s own children suffer the same fate of uselessness as he did? These questions heavy in his head, left Hachirou silent. The only one who noticed was, naturally, Gorou. Still, the green-haired brother left him alone.

Meanwhile, Natsumi Matsushita was pulling her son Shichirou aside before the funeral ceremony was to start.

“What is it, mom?” he questioned immediately.

All she did was stare at her son intensely, like he should already know what she’s thinking about and that the answer should just pop into his head.

Mom,” he groaned, scratching at his blond hair.

“I hope no one else in the family heard you two last night, this is humiliating enough,” she hissed.

Once he finally realized what she was referring to, he kept his mouth shut.

“I was sleep last night when Kurou came in my room wanting to sleep in there because you and Rokurou were being disgusting. This is where I draw the line. If Satomi were to find out that you were sleeping with Rokurou she would have a conniption, not to mention put all this on me despite the fact her son is fucking easy.”

“But mom, it takes two people to-”

“I’m not done yet,” she interrupted. “I wasn’t going to say anything when I found out you were bi, it really didn’t matter to me. But this is just sick!” she yelled, smacking Shichirou in the face.

He was shocked, but didn’t say anything as he brought his hand up to gently rub the stinging skin. Had this been Hachirou or Kurou in this place, they probably would’ve yelled back at their mother. But, Shichirou didn’t have a temper like them, and figured he pretty much deserved that.

“I didn’t want to have to do that, but you’re a good kid. You could have practically any girl, or guy I guess, that you want. Why would you want your brother?”

“I don’t want him. We were just doing it for fun, that’s all. We don’t really like each other like that, and we weren’t pursuing any kind of relationship,” Shichirou explained.

“Still, I don’t want it happening again. That’s why I don’t like my kids being around Gorou and Rokurou, they’re both whores like their mother,” Natsumi complained.

Then apparently she has no clue what Hachirou’s like…’ he thought to himself, but said nothing.

“Hurry up and go sit with your brother, the ceremony is going to start soon,” she shooed her son away before lighting a cigarette, so she could calm her nerves.



“We are here today to send off the dearly departed Takehiko Kurogane, born on April 19th 1959 and lived for 49 wonderful years until he left us on February 29th 2008. He was the second son of Ryoka and…” the speaker droned on. Hachirou thought it was pretty funny that someone could be so skilled at making his father sound like he actually did something with his life. In the blonds opinion, if his father couldn’t even take care of his ultimate responsibility, his family, he wasn’t worth shit. If it wasn’t bad enough, he never even visited his poor mother in years, even when she lost her husband, his father, and was left all alone. Now Hachirou was slightly sympathizing with granny Ryoka, who was in the very front of the group, dabbing her eyes with a lacy handkerchief. ‘I would be crying too if I gave birth to such scum,’ Hachirou thought.

“…His legacy is continued in his ten children, Ichiko Maki, triplets Jirou, Saburou, & Shiko Kawaguchi, Gorou and Rokurou Kurosawa, Shichirou, Hachirou, and Kurou Kurogane in his namesake, and Jurou Honda…” the speaker continued.

His legacy?’ Hachirou wondered. ‘Does that mean we’re all going to become gang banging druggies who have many children by different women? I don’t even like children!’

“Hachirou, don’t worry about that legacy thing, it doesn’t mean what you think,” Gorou whispered to the blond, putting a hand on his shoulder. He could clearly see that his brother was upset.

“But I don’t want to be like him!” Hachirou sobbed.

“Hachirou, it’s alright, you’re not going to end up like him,”

“How do you know?” he hissed defensively.

“Because you know better than that,” Gorou explained. “You’ve experienced first-hand what it’s like to not have a father, and that memory will stay embedded in your mind and you will never forget how bad it felt, and how you would never wish anything like that on anyone else, especially your own children.”

Now, Hachirou wished this whole funeral thing would be over, and that he could cry on his brother’s shoulder until it would go away. It wasn’t necessarily the fact that his dad was dead that made him upset, it was all these unwanted feelings and emotions that were brought up just from him being dead.



It was noon now, and Shouta was downstairs eating a grilled cheese sandwich for lunch with his friend Furiko Nakahara, whom he hadn’t seen in awhile. Despite the fact she was a little upset that her best friend hadn’t been keeping in touch with her since he changed schools, the two were still getting along just as well. What Nobu said the other night had hit him hard, so he decided he should at least attempt to do the right thing and talk to the girl.

Anyways, the two were having a friendly chat until they heard Akira and his boyfriend Ren Kojima coming down the steps, the two still in pajamas.

“Is it lunch time already?” Ren asked.

“Well I guess we were up pretty late…” Akira sighed. “Good afternoon Shouta, and Furiko nice to see you.”

“Nice to see you too Akira,” she greeted, being familiar enough to address Shouta’s brother by his name.

Shouta cleared both his and Furiko’s empty plates and put them in the sink. “Well, we’re going in the living room to watch tv Akira,” Shouta announced as he and the red-head walked into the next room.

“Alright then,” Akira replied, before looking in the fridge to see what he could fix for him and his boyfriend.

Shouta turned on some kind of comedy that both he and the girl liked, before she jumped at the chance to ask him something. “I’d like to cut to the chase.”

“Well get to cutting,” Shouta replied.

“What did you think you were doing the other night?”

The dark-haired boy gulped. So she had heard about him and Nobu as well.

“I love you just the same, but I don’t appreciate what you did to him.”

“I don’t like it either, Furiko. I wasn’t thinking that night. And although I know that saying I was really stupid and that I deeply regret what I did isn’t going to give back what I took from him… I mean it,” Shouta explained apologetically.

“Well you’re going to have to tell him that,” Furiko scolded the boy.

“I know…”

“I partially blame that boyfriend of yours though, he must’ve left you feeling empty if you had to go seek loving from someone else,”

“This may sound dumb Furiko, but lately I’ve had the feeling that there’s someone else… I know I don’t have any kind of evidence but I just feel it…”

“I understand Shouta, and I think you’re right,”

“I know that Hachirou won’t understand why, but I think I might have to break up with him. I can’t do this anymore, Furiko,”

“What ever happened to the cute sempai?”

Shouta had totally forgot about the tall green-haired basketball playing sempai he always saw on his way to gym. “What about him?”

“Don’t be stupid!” she exclaimed. “You could ask him out. And you don’t have to worry about him being straight because there is a rumor that at least 70% of the boys at Susumu High are gay, and the other remaining 30% are bisexual, so you can’t lose!”

“Yes but there is also a rumor that the sports players at Susumu don’t date anyone because they don’t want the teams at the other schools thinking they’re soft because they have boyfriends. Plus, he’s a senior, I’m a sophomore, it’ll never work,” Shouta countered the girl.

She inwardly cursed herself for forgetting about that rumor, and the age difference. Shouta is 14 going on 15, and Ryuunosuke is 17 going on 18, a three-year age difference. Still, she won’t bring that up, not wanting to rain further on her friend’s parade. “Please, just try, for me?”

“Fine, I’ll try,” Shouta agreed, thinking in the back of his mind that he’s not promising anything.



“Mom?” Hachirou called as he walked into his mom’s hotel room. It would be the last night they were spending here, before the whole family took the plane back home.

“Yes Hachirou?” she answered as she was lounging on the bed, working on her laptop.

“I really need to ask you something important. I need to know who that man was that was teaching me how to walk in that video,” Hachirou spoke cautiously, hoping his mother wouldn’t just disregard the question like she did before.

“You don’t need to know that now,” she simply replied.

“Mom, I was eleven months old in that video, I think I’ve gone long enough without knowing,” he argued.

“Now isn’t a good time, it’s just going to make you more upset,”

“I’m practically a grown man, I can handle whatever you’re going to tell me,”

“Hachirou, this is difficult enough time for me, don’t try me,” she spat, trying to focus on her work.

“It’s obviously important, since you’re trying so hard to avoid this-”

Hachirou!” his mother screamed, surprising the blond. “I can’t handle talking about him right now, I’m already upset enough over your fucking father as it is! I know you don’t give a rat’s ass about him but if you’d actually take the time to remember he was my ex-husband after all, you’d realize that I’m actually pretty torn up about this. I understand that you can’t stand him, and I don’t blame you, but I actually loved that man at once, and he just died. Sure he wasn’t the best husband, but he was still my husband. And he was there when you and your brothers were born, you saw the tape!” She was crying by now, but at least she was able to get her voice back down to a reasonable level. “And if its any consolation, while your father was gone for weeks at a time doing who-knows-what, I was cheating on him, with that man. You kids actually saw him more than you even saw your own father at one point! But when he came back home one day, and found out I had that man there, he killed him!”

“Dad killed someone?” Hachirou gasped. “How come I don’t remember?”

“You were nearly two at the time, of course you wouldn’t remember,”

“He didn’t go to prison or anything? If he killed a man he should’ve gotten life!”

“He did a very good job a making it look like nothing happened, don’t ask me exactly what it was he did, though. He wouldn’t even tell me, claiming he didn’t want the gruesome details to rot my pretty little head. And after saying that, he made it known that if I ever cheated on him again or tried to tell anyone about the murder he’d kill me and…”

“And…? Me? Shichirou? Kurou?”

“…My unborn daughter,”

“What daughter? You don’t have any daughters,”

“Her name is Sachiko Tsukino, and I put her up for adoption.”

“Her father meaning… that man?”

“Exactly.”

“How old is she?”

“Guessing that I got pregnant when Kurou was probably one month old… she’s twelve,”

By now, Hachirou didn’t know if he wanted to ask anything else. He got one more sibling to add to his list, and a murderous father. It freaked him out severely, as though no one in this family could do anything decently. He almost wished he could leave this family and start fresh, but he’s grown rather attached to this family of five single moms, eleven kids (mostly homosexuals) , one grandmother, and a horrible dead father.

“Hachirou… it’s time to go to sleep now,” his mother finally spoke after a long silence. “We have to be up early.”

“Yeah,” he muttered, heading to the door.

“You took this very well, just like a mature young man,”

“And not a worthless pussy?”

“Exactly, I take it back. In fact, I suppose I’ll even give you your nasty little magazines back, you are the man of the house after all.”

“But Shichirou is older, shouldn’t he…?”

“To be honest Shichirou is a little… delicate, and a bit of a push-over. Now seriously, go to sleep now. And don’t tell your brothers about this, I want to be the one to explain this to them, alright?”

“I understand mom, good-night,” Hachirou yawned before making his exit out the room.



He walked back to his and Gorou’s hotel room, and started to change into his pajamas.

“Hey Hachirou, did your mom tell you what you wanted to know?” Gorou asked.

“Yeah, she told me. And she was right about me not needing to know,” the blond sighed.

“You alright? Do you want to talk about it?” Gorou offered. It was unusual for the green-haired brother to actually try to console Hachirou, which he was now doing for the second time today.

“Actually, I really don’t want to talk about it,” Hachirou replied solemnly.

“That’s alright then,” Gorou responded. “Do you want me to…?” he trailed off, wondering if he should really offer to have sex with the boy so soon. After all, somewhere along the line, this had become less and less of “just for fun” sex and more “console me” sex. Which Gorou didn’t mind doing, he just figured it wasn’t really best.

“No,” Hachirou declined, knowing what his brother was about to say. He just climbed in the full sized bed his brother was in and wrapped his arms around him. “Just be here when I wake up, alright?”

“Alright,” Gorou agreed, turning out the lamp beside him.

(An Excerpt From The Journal of Shouta) March 4th
…I’ll admit that Nobu was right about me changing for the worst since I’ve been at Susumu. Now, my old school wasn’t exactly the pinnacle of best behavior, but people there never had loose sex, or anything else remotely bad. Susumu must be the capital of loose sex (besides this one school on the other side of the city, where all the rich preps go) but I digress. Can I start a new relationship with someone else, as long as I make sure to take things SLOW? I wonder now if going to a school where the people are slightly worse and they’re all older than you was exactly a good idea. It was for my education at first, but now I’m starting to think differently about this school. Once you get in, you witness first-hand the dark side of a school for genius techies and athletes…


To Be Continued...

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