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He was used to being shunned to the point where the others would forget that he was even with them in the same room, yet as he was being shunned he continued to love them with all of his blood that he shared with them so being ignored when all he wanted was to present his love just hurt him, it cracked his mirror, as if being painful wasn't enough.
So as his heart continues to thrive out of attention it also caused him to be deprived of it from caused him to be less of himself each day and after the incident were they chose good over him it just made it harder for him to look at them as brothers, without leaving his dark glasses on, it helped shield him from the eyes of those he loved, his love for them had kept dimming each day, unfortunately.
Nobody approached him when he proclaimed that he was leaving the home, their home, his brothers reactions: the first eyeing the money in his hand, the third looking through the job offering in the newspaper, the fourth petting a cat while whispering a curse at him, the fifth to preoccupied with his bat to care and the sixth using his phone as a barrier against everything.
He was the first to move , he noticed, though in his position was different, even still as a NEET with one destination in mind he walked towards it, he left his belongings hoping that his brothers at least cared enough to leave his items alone but he doubted that would happen
"It didn't matter", he muttered to himself after all he didn't plan to come back and find a job like the third brother all he wanted was the end of his chapter in this story of Six brothers which would eventually invent the sequel and creation of Five brothers.
He didn't care anymore so with dim eyes he left not taking anything with him for he didn't need them, as he was approaching the bridge he took off his glasses, his beloved sunglasses no matter how many times they broke them he always had a spare around these were he last however, grabbing a small blue string from his pocket he tied the glasses to the bridge making a small but tight bow, the final touch, he looked at the sun setting with dim eyes not flashing how he would like but as he climbed over the bridge he looked at the water, his face reflecting from the blue mirror, he smiled, they smiled back at him for once he was glad to have the same face as them he could always make the facade that they were there, whispering goodbye they did so too.
He had finally let go of the cage he had put himself in and finally he had been liberated from the family chains, blood no longer tied him down to this world he was finally free.
"KARAMATSU!" A voice had shouted.
It had seemed familiar.