Kumo no ito ~The Spiders' Downfall~

part six: genkaku no finale

"I know what you've done."

Kirito stood transfixed, unable to move. Kohta knew. He knew every

little damn thing. He knew how Kirito had been playing with Aiji, how

Kohta had been his precious property, how he had purposefully broken

the heart of Jun to keep Kohta to himself.

Kohta knew.

Kirito swallowed, not allowing Kohta the satisfaction of a shocked

face or a change in stance. He remained completely still.

Kohta sighed, rising from the sofa to lean against the wall. Kirito

took a step back. The light to the kitchen still wasn't on, and the

darkness engulfed Kirito in its' comforting dimness.

Both brothers remained silent, merely staring at each other. Kirito

could read the emotions in Kohta's eyes so easily, as he had been

able to do for many years now: they held uncertainty, pain, anger,

and even regret. But Kirito could tell that somewhere behind those

blaringly obvious feelings was love, love for Kirito, but buried so

deep it was of no use to him.

There were two paths Kirito could choose to go down.

The first path allowed him to play it all off as everyone else's

fault. As just a rumour or well-played gag. Kohta would be his, but

the rest of them would stare upon Kirito with hate-ridden eyes and

bleed him with imaginary knives.

Kirito chose the second path. The one that hurt him but left everyone

else unscathed.

It was the way it had to be.

Closing his eyes, Kirito took a deep breath. He would undoubtidly

have to lie through the latter part of his explanation, but at least

for now he could tell the truth.

"It's true. Whatever whoever has told you, I did it. I'm sleeping

with Aiji. I'm also sleeping with you. I destroyed Jun's heart, but

left him with the pieces."

Kohta's eyes widened. He was shocked beyond belief that Kirito was

actually admitting to all Takeo had told him. There had been just a

sliver of doubt in his heart that Kirito would do such a thing, but

now there was none.

Unconciously a tear rolled down his cheek. How had his beloved older

brother done this free from guilt? It was something Kohta just could

not understand.

"I did all of it, and I guess I should tell you right now that it was

just a game. A simple game. I wanted to see if I could seduce you and

I did. I'm sorry."

Another deep breath. Kirito was going to lie to the best of his

ability, merely to spare the feelings of his much cherished little

brother.

"Because honestly, I really don't love you in that way. It's

disgusting."

Keep lying. Smirk. Look away so you don't see the pain in his eyes.

"You're my little brother and I love you like one. So I sincerely

hope you forgive me for toying with you."

Ignore the sob you heard. Pretend it didn't come from your mouth as

well.

Do it so that he can be happy.

Kohta sucked back the tears threatening to fall. He hadn't expected

the other to reveal his true feelings in such an outright manner. It

made Kohta's heart bleed, but he was strong, and like his brother, he

wasn't about to let his disposition show. Instead he nodded slowly,

looking away from where Kirito stood with both of his arms crossed

against his chest.

"I...understand. I...I think maybe I should go now. I'll be back

later."

Kirito squeezed his eyes shut as his brother flew by him and the door

slammed closed.

He had done the right thing. Kohta would go to Jun, and soon everyone

would forget about the whole ordeal.

Except himself, who would always remember Kohta sleeping peacefully

in his bed, sheets tangled around his legs, dreaming beautiful dreams.

Kirito had only cried a couple times in his life. Another instance

was added to the list that night.

***

Jun was roused awake by the annoying sound of someone pounding on his

door. Rolling out of bed and almost knocking the bottle of sleeping

pills off his nightstand, Jun didn't bother to look at the clock nor

put a shirt on as he wandered out of the room and to the door,

opening it and looking blearily at the person standing there.

"K-Kohta....what are you doing here?" Jun asked, obviously shaken by

the appearance of the out-of-breath bassist.

Kohta shook his head and wrapped his arms around Jun, almost cradling

him in his arms. It was so wonderful Jun wanted to cry.

He rocked Jun back and forth, rubbing his back and smoothing his

hair, kissing the top of his head, inhaling the surreal scent of Jun

and Jun's apartment.

"I'm so sorry if I ever hurt you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please, I

only need you..." Kohta whispered, half afraid Jun wouldn't even take

him back in the first place. After all he had done and been a part

of, he wouldn't be surprised if Jun personally pushed him off Tokyo

Tower.

But Jun wasn't one to give up offers, and he smiled and gripped Kohta

as tight as he could. He didn't want to and could never imagine

giving Kohta up for good.

"Don't apologize, it's okay. Everything is okay now."

Kohta gave Jun a squeeze and sighed in relief. His heart still

throbbed with the pain of Kirito's statements, but Jun would help him

forget that.

Releasing Jun, the bassist reached into his pocket and produced a

small silver ring, grinning from ear to ear. Jun laughed through a

couple tears and blushed.

"I told you the magic would work, JunJun."

***

"Shinji. Open the fucking door."

Kirito began to pound on the door in rhythm, ignoring the annoyed

yellings and ramblings of Aiji's neighbors, who weren't too happy

about some guy beating the guitarist's door down mindnumbingly early

in the morning. He continued to pound until his hands hurt and little

droplets of blood ran down his palms from his nails digging into his

hand.

He sighed in exasperation and rested one of his arms against the

door, allowing his head to rest there for a brief moment. He hadn't

really slept in two days. It was starting to wear him down.

He was so close, so very close to resolving everything. And now Aiji

wouldn't open his damn door.

"Shinji...please..." Kirito pleaded, giving the door one more good

smack.

Aiji, standing on the other side of the door, gulped, almost ready to

just unlock it and see what Kirito had to say. But the pain in his

heart was too fresh, and he needed Kirito to just go away and leave

him alone. Funny how the entire time he had wanted Kirito always

there and now he wanted him to leave.

"...Aiji....I..."

Kirito closed his eyes. Images and memories of what he had been doing

this entire time, letting his band members live in his twisted web of

domination and pain.

"I'm sorry...I...failed..."

~I feel at times like these, this is the first time we've come so

close together; these times when I understand again, even though the

one next to me isn't him.~

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