Four years later...

After walking with Ichimatsu through his difficult times, slowly, the brothers began to realize how much more there really was to life. Time didn't last forever.

It was as if Ichimatsu's feelings no longer mattered. His constant feelings of loneliness, self hatred, anxiety...They were all gone- as far as his brothers were concerned.

"Why am I still here..." Ichimatsu thought to himself miserably as he curled up in a tight ball on the sofa, wishing to rid himself of the pain he still felt. "For the longest time, I thought they really did care for me. I kept on living for their sake. I even tried to be kinder to them. Help them out, led them money, encourage them even...and yet..."

Choromatsu and Osomatsu ran into the living room, both searching for their briefcases.

"It's your fault I'm going to be late on our very second day of work! What will Mom and Dad say? Hey- HEY! ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME, OSOMATSU?!" Choromatsu yelled at his brother, scrambling to get various papers together before he scurried away.

Osomatsu glanced over at his brother on the sofa, but he made no attempts to even speak with him. He was finally working anyways. He didn't have time to fool with Ichimatsu's problems.

At least, this was all how Ichimatsu saw it.

Todomatsu had decided to go off to U.S. to study and rethink life. Osomatsu and Choromatsu were working at their father's friend's office, and they would soon be moving into their own apartment. Jyushimatsu was leaving Japan for a few months with Homura, going on their honeymoon in Scotland. (Why they even went to Scotland of all places, Ichimatsu had no idea.)

The only brother that remained was Karamatsu.

"Karamatsu..." Ichimatsu thought desperately, a familiar burning sensation resonating within himself. "Even you don't care to speak to me anymore...You're too busy trying to get Totoko to work with you and music, aren't you...? Your personal desires no longer reach out towards me, do they...?"

Sitting up on the sofa, Ichimatsu sighed deeply. The time had finally come. He actually had the chance to do something he'd been waiting to do for years.

With no friends (his brothers) around to stop him, Ichimatsu slipped on his purple sandals and began to go for a walk.

At first, he considered going to the beach, but if Jyushimatsu heard, he would be rather upset. After all, he would feel as if he had saved his wife, but was never strong enough to save his "best friend."

Then, Ichimatsu considered going to the tall bridge over the river. But that was the bridge Karamatsu always stood on, trying to pick up girls. Ichimatsu didn't want to make that a place of bad memories for his brother.

Thus, he continued to walk down the sidewalk. He wasn't sure where to go.

He could always just go to the suicide forest. It was quite the quiet place to die, after all. But, Ichimatsu didn't want to risk getting his dead body filmed and put out on the Internet. He didn't deserve that kind of attention. Todomatsu seemed to like people who made such videos, sadly. Perhaps the suicide forest wasn't the best idea after all.

"I could always go to that apartment complex again..." Ichimatsu thought to himself, though he tried not to remember the day Karamatsu caught him, postponing his death by a few months.

Then, Ichimatsu remembered that that exact apartment complex was where Osomatsu and Choromatsu would be living the next week. He had no desires to make that place a place of bad memories for his brothers.

Ichimatsu felt as if he couldn't even kill himself. The burden weighing on his chest was far too heavy for him to keep on living. Yet his fear of creating bad memories for his own brothers, who no longer cared, was about to outweigh that burden.

Giving up on life, Ichimatsu sat down in a lonely alleyway, wishing he'd eventually starve to death. Surely nobody would seek to speak with him here. Tokyo was quite a busy place.

Pulling a knife out of his pocket, Ichimatsu began to dig it's blade into his arm, carving out chunks of his flesh. Blood spurted out everywhere, but the pain was numb. He felt as if he could keep on going. So he did.

Deep down, Ichimatsu wished for Karamatsu to come running to him. To save him. To tell him everything would be okay. To tell him that things would get better eventually. But that Karamatsu was long gone.

All the care that once existed in the world, had been devoured by selfish desires.

"You don't matter. Your life is worthless. Everyone left you for a reason. You're not smart enough. You'll never be good enough with what you love. Nobody will ever praise you, no matter how hard you try. Someone out there is always going to be better. In the end, you were nothing but a waste of space- a person who is used until a much better, more suitable replacement is found," Ichimatsu thought to himself, tears pouring out of the corners of his eyes.

It's all over now.