Ichimatsu sat down on the park bench, watching several children run around, screaming at each other in sheer joy.

"Children are so stupid..." Ichimatsu thought, looking up at the sky, "Why am I even here if they give me a headache? Is it because I have nothing better to do...?"

Jyushimatsu was running around with the kids, swinging his baseball bat around while laughing. He was still a child deep down. Not a twenty year old man.

"Ichimatsu nii-san! Come play with us!" Jyushimatsu called, waving his hands in the air. Well, more like his oversized yellow hoodie sleeves.

"Tch...I'll pass..." Ichimatsu mumbled, watching those same five birds flutter about in the sky, chirping angrily at each other.

"I've never seen them mad before..." Ichimatsu thought, watching them try to peck at each other when they landed in a nearby tree. "I guess they really are like us...they get along sometimes, but they'll never NOT fight."

A baseball suddenly came flying towards Ichimatsu's head.

Since he had seen it so late, he hadn't had enough time to duck away, causing the baseball to hit him smack on the forehead.

"WHAT THE HECK, JYUSHIMATSU?" Ichimatsu yelled, rubbing his forehead in pain.

"Nii-san!" Jyushimatsu said in a panicky voice. "Are you okay?"

"Tch...it felt nice..." Ichimatsu mumbled.

A sudden sharp pain of hunger hit Ichimatsu in the stomach.

"Crap....I haven't eaten much in the past few days..." he thought, standing up from the park bench. "But I don't need food, do I? It's not like it matters if I stay alive...right? There is not reason for trash like me to stay alive...nobody will notice anyways, right..?"

"Nii-san!" Jyushimatsu called, "Where are you going?!"

"I'm going home," Ichimatsu called back, making sure his brother could actually hear him. "I need some time alone..." he added more quietly.