Chromatsu Monologue
“---Here’s the vaccine...” Choromatsu heard someone say. He could barely hear them. He felt the needle pinch him, cool liquid going into his skin. He heard people leaving and it was quiet for a while. He closed his eyes again, falling back to sleep.
When he woke up, he saw scientists and doctors staring down at him, “Well, he doesn’t look pale anymore.” The doctor that was present said.
He didn’t feel cold anymore, the excruciating headache that he once had, was almost gone. There was still pain. It was dull, and it didn’t bother him much.
“Do you think he can still spread the infection?”
“--Don’t think so.” The scientist answered, glancing down at Choromatsu, “Let’s give it another day.”
Did they had a cure? After all this time? Choromatsu …show more content…
couldn’t help, but feel rather bitter about the whole thing. His brothers suffered a horrible death. All three of them. Now, is when they have a cure for the virus? And why him? Why did he have to be saved? And where was Osomatsu?
He was about to open his mouth. Everyone left the room once more.
Another day passed by and then another. Choromatsu started to feel better, he no longer had the headache, he didn’t feel weak anymore. He could move his arms and legs without much difficulty. He asked to be able to move around his room. His doctors seemed hesitant at first, though after many discussions amongst themselves, they decided to allow it.
Choromatsu was finally free from his restraints, it felt good just to walk around the room he was confined to. He had struggled to walk after not using his legs for who knows how long.
Not too long after that. They had deemed Choromatsu healthy. They said that he won’t be able to transmit any virus for now on.
He should be happy. He wasn’t going to lie that he was. Choromatsu just wanted to see his older brother.
He got his wish.
The door opened one day while Choromatsu was walking around, muttering to himself. He stopped cold in his tracks to see his older brother, frail, but alive.
Osomatsu stumbled towards him. Choromatsu caught him in his arms, helping him on the bed. The two of them looked at one another and in an instant, started to cry.
He felt his brother pull him close. Choromatsu wraps his arms around his older brother tightly, not wanting to let go of him.
“Nii-san.”
“I’m here, Choromatsu.”
“Where’s Karamatsu?”
His eldest brother looked at him sadly, “He’s gone.”
Choromatsu lets out another sob. He had lost four of his brothers to the virus. “Shh, it’s okay.” He heard Osomatsu say in a soothing voice. His brother strokes his hair gently, “It’s over, now. We don’t have to worry about this anymore.”
“Are we going to be let go?” Choromatsu asked. He looks at his brother, to notice several bandages on his arms. They had been taking his blood, Too much of his blood. He frowned at this.
“You will be, I can’t ... yet.”
“What?” Choromatsu appeared confused.
“Choromatsu...” He grabs his brother’s hand, giving him a squeeze, “You will have to go home without me.”
“Why?!”
----
“I’m immune.” Osomatsu still couldn’t believe it either. His blood was the reason that Choromatsu was alive and well right now. They had taken a large amount of his blood. He even needed help getting here. He was pale, with several bruises on his arms from the constant needles, “I have to stay here and help everyone else.”
“You... can’t do it alone, Nii-san.” His brothers grip on him; got tighter. Osomatsu let out a sigh, he knew that. Just earlier, they had set out on finding other immunes. He knew for a fact, if they did find these people, they will take them forcibly. The thought was bittersweet.
“I know.”
“Will you be coming back?”
Osomatsu wasn’t sure how to answer that. Even he didn’t know the answer to that question, “Maybe.” It wasn’t a lie, either.
“I can’t do this alone.”
“You can and will.” Osomatsu said sadly.
“What if---” Choromatsu started to say. Osomatsu already knew what he was going to say, always jumping into conclusions.
“Don’t. Don’t think about that. Right now, we need to focus on getting you home. Okay?”
His younger had a defeated look on his face, “Come home soon, nii-san.”
Osomatsu didn’t respond to that, he just wanted to spend what little time he had left with his brother. He was glad, he didn’t have to deal with another death of a family member. He missed all his brothers terribly and wished, he could have saved them all.
“You should be let go, soon. They’re going to escort you home.”
“Just come home, I can’t lose another brother.” He said.
The two hugged each other until a guard came in, telling Osomatsu that he needed to go. Choromatsu firmly grabbed his hand.
“Please come with me.”
“I ...I can’t, Choromatsu.” He quickly took his hand back. Why must Choromatsu make this so hard for him?
“Goodbye, Choromatsu.” Osomatsu left the room without looking back.
This was hurting him terribly. There was a chance, he would never see his younger brother again.
---
Before he left, Choromatsu had to sign a release form stating that he would not speak about what happened during his time spent here. He didn’t know what would happen if he didn’t sign it, so he signed it without much hesitation. They took him home after that. Choromatsu said nothing, during his ride home, still worried sick about his brother.
When he got home, he slides open the door to be greeted with a messy house. He quickly got to work, cleaning the glass shards off the floor, sweeping. He had done this many times, before. So it made no difference to him. The only difference, was that, it was quiet. A little too quiet.
It would be months until people would be cured of the virus that had invaded their immune systems, thanks to the immunes that ‘volunteered’. Choromatsu scoffed at this, it was more likely the government took them by force.
The gates that once separated Akatsuka district from the rest of Tokyo were now gone. They declared the rest of the population that hadn’t died off, healthy. People roam the streets once more. Since, curfew had been abolished shortly
after.
Choromatsu visited his brothers’ graves for the first time in what seems like a year. He knew exactly where they were buried.
“You guys must hate me for not visiting you.” He chuckled.
It was too bad, he couldn’t bury Karamatsu at the same location. It made his blood boil, to find out his body had been burned.
At least, they were together, causing each other headaches, wherever they were.
Choromatsu left the graves, promising to visit every day.
----
Choromatsu had been cautious when it came down to eating food. It had taken a long time for him to actually eat a full meal again. He would poke and prod his food, and would only eat only a little bit at a time.
It was lonely without his brothers at the dinner table. It used to loud and would roughhousing was always present. He remembered, having to stop these fights; many times, much to his annoyance.
He missed it.
He missed them.
Choromatsu sighed. He was still waiting for the day, Osomatsu would walk in that door and greet him like he usually does.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Choromatsu got from the floor and heads towards the door in a hurry. Was it him? It had to be Osomatsu, it just had to be!
He was going to scold his brother big time for coming home so late, it had been what? A few months already, no call. Nothing. He knew, they probably wouldn’t let him, but still.
He slides open the door, his eyes widening.
“Nii-san.”
When he woke up, he saw scientists and doctors staring down at him, “Well, he doesn’t look pale anymore.” The doctor that was present said.
He didn’t feel cold anymore, the excruciating headache that he once had, was almost gone. There was still pain. It was dull, and it didn’t bother him much.
“Do you think he can still spread the infection?”
“--Don’t think so.” The scientist answered, glancing down at Choromatsu, “Let’s give it another day.”
Did they had a cure? After all this time? Choromatsu …show more content…
couldn’t help, but feel rather bitter about the whole thing. His brothers suffered a horrible death. All three of them. Now, is when they have a cure for the virus? And why him? Why did he have to be saved? And where was Osomatsu?
He was about to open his mouth. Everyone left the room once more.
Another day passed by and then another. Choromatsu started to feel better, he no longer had the headache, he didn’t feel weak anymore. He could move his arms and legs without much difficulty. He asked to be able to move around his room. His doctors seemed hesitant at first, though after many discussions amongst themselves, they decided to allow it.
Choromatsu was finally free from his restraints, it felt good just to walk around the room he was confined to. He had struggled to walk after not using his legs for who knows how long.
Not too long after that. They had deemed Choromatsu healthy. They said that he won’t be able to transmit any virus for now on.
He should be happy. He wasn’t going to lie that he was. Choromatsu just wanted to see his older brother.
He got his wish.
The door opened one day while Choromatsu was walking around, muttering to himself. He stopped cold in his tracks to see his older brother, frail, but alive.
Osomatsu stumbled towards him. Choromatsu caught him in his arms, helping him on the bed. The two of them looked at one another and in an instant, started to cry.
He felt his brother pull him close. Choromatsu wraps his arms around his older brother tightly, not wanting to let go of him.
“Nii-san.”
“I’m here, Choromatsu.”
“Where’s Karamatsu?”
His eldest brother looked at him sadly, “He’s gone.”
Choromatsu lets out another sob. He had lost four of his brothers to the virus. “Shh, it’s okay.” He heard Osomatsu say in a soothing voice. His brother strokes his hair gently, “It’s over, now. We don’t have to worry about this anymore.”
“Are we going to be let go?” Choromatsu asked. He looks at his brother, to notice several bandages on his arms. They had been taking his blood, Too much of his blood. He frowned at this.
“You will be, I can’t ... yet.”
“What?” Choromatsu appeared confused.
“Choromatsu...” He grabs his brother’s hand, giving him a squeeze, “You will have to go home without me.”
“Why?!”
----
“I’m immune.” Osomatsu still couldn’t believe it either. His blood was the reason that Choromatsu was alive and well right now. They had taken a large amount of his blood. He even needed help getting here. He was pale, with several bruises on his arms from the constant needles, “I have to stay here and help everyone else.”
“You... can’t do it alone, Nii-san.” His brothers grip on him; got tighter. Osomatsu let out a sigh, he knew that. Just earlier, they had set out on finding other immunes. He knew for a fact, if they did find these people, they will take them forcibly. The thought was bittersweet.
“I know.”
“Will you be coming back?”
Osomatsu wasn’t sure how to answer that. Even he didn’t know the answer to that question, “Maybe.” It wasn’t a lie, either.
“I can’t do this alone.”
“You can and will.” Osomatsu said sadly.
“What if---” Choromatsu started to say. Osomatsu already knew what he was going to say, always jumping into conclusions.
“Don’t. Don’t think about that. Right now, we need to focus on getting you home. Okay?”
His younger had a defeated look on his face, “Come home soon, nii-san.”
Osomatsu didn’t respond to that, he just wanted to spend what little time he had left with his brother. He was glad, he didn’t have to deal with another death of a family member. He missed all his brothers terribly and wished, he could have saved them all.
“You should be let go, soon. They’re going to escort you home.”
“Just come home, I can’t lose another brother.” He said.
The two hugged each other until a guard came in, telling Osomatsu that he needed to go. Choromatsu firmly grabbed his hand.
“Please come with me.”
“I ...I can’t, Choromatsu.” He quickly took his hand back. Why must Choromatsu make this so hard for him?
“Goodbye, Choromatsu.” Osomatsu left the room without looking back.
This was hurting him terribly. There was a chance, he would never see his younger brother again.
---
Before he left, Choromatsu had to sign a release form stating that he would not speak about what happened during his time spent here. He didn’t know what would happen if he didn’t sign it, so he signed it without much hesitation. They took him home after that. Choromatsu said nothing, during his ride home, still worried sick about his brother.
When he got home, he slides open the door to be greeted with a messy house. He quickly got to work, cleaning the glass shards off the floor, sweeping. He had done this many times, before. So it made no difference to him. The only difference, was that, it was quiet. A little too quiet.
It would be months until people would be cured of the virus that had invaded their immune systems, thanks to the immunes that ‘volunteered’. Choromatsu scoffed at this, it was more likely the government took them by force.
The gates that once separated Akatsuka district from the rest of Tokyo were now gone. They declared the rest of the population that hadn’t died off, healthy. People roam the streets once more. Since, curfew had been abolished shortly
after.
Choromatsu visited his brothers’ graves for the first time in what seems like a year. He knew exactly where they were buried.
“You guys must hate me for not visiting you.” He chuckled.
It was too bad, he couldn’t bury Karamatsu at the same location. It made his blood boil, to find out his body had been burned.
At least, they were together, causing each other headaches, wherever they were.
Choromatsu left the graves, promising to visit every day.
----
Choromatsu had been cautious when it came down to eating food. It had taken a long time for him to actually eat a full meal again. He would poke and prod his food, and would only eat only a little bit at a time.
It was lonely without his brothers at the dinner table. It used to loud and would roughhousing was always present. He remembered, having to stop these fights; many times, much to his annoyance.
He missed it.
He missed them.
Choromatsu sighed. He was still waiting for the day, Osomatsu would walk in that door and greet him like he usually does.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Choromatsu got from the floor and heads towards the door in a hurry. Was it him? It had to be Osomatsu, it just had to be!
He was going to scold his brother big time for coming home so late, it had been what? A few months already, no call. Nothing. He knew, they probably wouldn’t let him, but still.
He slides open the door, his eyes widening.
“Nii-san.”