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Y/n February 2006
It was the end of February. One late night, Manjiro called me on the phone while I was at home. " Y/n - chin.., something happened.. Can I see you?"
"Yes! I'll come to you, okay?" - he was my favorite place to be. My happiest moments were when I get to see him. Because those moments were way more rare now.
"Please.." Judging by his voice, it was urgent. I felt like I wanted to see him immediately. Of course, I couldn't say I was going out at almost midnight. All my friends were in bed by now.
I locked the door of my room. I made a ball of clothes to put them in bed under the sheets. It looked a little like me when I was sleeping. But I didn't have time for more details. He was waiting for me now.
I jumped out the window and quickly ran out through the backyard. Just like Manjiro when my father caught him. As I ran across the grass, I prayed that no one would notice me. Was this yard always this long? The paranoia didn't left me until I stepped onto the asphalt. Then I took the familiar path to the train station. I looked at my watch. I took a breath and I started running again. I didn't wanted to miss the last train for anything.
When I got to Sano's Dojo, the lights were already out. I found Manjiro beaten up in the corner of his room. My heart sank when I saw him. I instinctively ran into his arms. My soldier was lying on his back against the wall. He didn't smiled when he saw me, but I knew he was glad I was there right now.
"Y/n- chin, I fought with that guy. He could have been my aniki, but instead he declared war on me. He... just died." The way Manjiro spoke, wasn't like last time. He just looked unusually sad. It brought me comfort that he didn't look as terrifying, as then. When he had killed Kazutora, his face had been fierce and frightening. That was scaring me the most, before I came here to him now. I never wanted to see the boy I loved with that look on his face again.
"Did you said your brother? Do I know him?" I asked. I know my questions were stupid. But I know he needed me to speak to him. Someone to be with him and listen to him. That was my priority.
" No, I didn't even know him. It turned out he was Emma's adopted brother. "
I didn't wanted to watch Manjiro all depressed sitting on the floor. I moved him to the bed. He laid his head on my lap and continued talking. I twirled the ends of his blond locks as I listened.
" I can't understand how someone could hate me so much. And without knowing me. I would've been happy right now to have a big brother like him. And he died in front of my eyes Y/n .. again"
As he spoke his pain, on his sad sweet face there was no tears. When I think about it, I've never seen him cry. Manjiro looked like a baby, but he was the strongest person I knew. This kept me madly in love with him.
"Do you want help bathing? Are your wounds deep?" - I started to take off his clothes.
"Most of the wounds are from Ken-chin. I don't think they're that deep. But I really want you to come with me to take a bathtub" - he smiled shyly. For the first time tonight I saw his smile. I didn't want to ask why he and Darken fought anymore. Every time I brought him into a conversation like that, he didn't like it. I didn't like having secrets from Manjiro. But I prefer not to tell him that Drakken almost kissed me once.
