Osomoru: A Fictional Narrative

Osomatsu lied idly on the futon, glad for the peace and quiet. Even though, it was temporary. He sighed, wiping the tears from his face. He was a disgrace, a burden, trash. No, he was lower than trash--scum, that was the appropriate word. A part of him wanted to get caught, so that this madness would end, another just wants to pay these people back so that everything could return to normal again. He couldn't shake off the cashier's face from his mind, how terrified she was.

"I'm sorry." He muttered under his breath, "forgive me, I had to do it."

He still dreads for the day his family finds out that he was a serial robber, what would his mother and father say? What would his brother's say? What would Choromatsu say?

Osomatsu turns to his side, "Forgive your stupid
Tell me, Matsuno, Are you a sextuplet?"

Osomatsu's eyes widen at this, "How did you---"

"We've been following you," Mamoru taps the end of his cigarette, grinning from ear to ear, "I need to know my clients before I give them my loan. Are your brothers', Karamatsu, Choromatsu, Ichimatsu, Jyushimatsu, and Todomatsu?"

Osomatsu didn't say a word.

"If you fail to give us our money, your brothers are going to suffer. One by one, got it?"

"You can't..."He didn't get to finish as Mamoru raises his hand again, "Shut it." He looks towards the door, "Oi, you can come in."

Within minutes, two men stepped into the room, one held a bat while the cracked his knuckles, "Teach him a lesson. The hard way, and don't make a mess like the last time."

Osomatsu had to hide his battered face for a week after that.

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Choromatsu rubs his temple in frustration, he was still conflicted, thinking one of his brothers did it. It had to be pure coincidence at this point, the suspect had the same height, hair, eyes, and the hoodie looks familiar. He could be paranoid.

"What are you doing,