I sigh nervously, sitting away from kakashi on the couch, we WER watching the news when a reporter came up on screen
"Earlier, at 5:15 This morning a man came across the most recent of Wolf-Eye's artworks, said to be a tribute to the young man who died in a fatal car rash 10 years ago. Today is Fuko hatake 21st birthday, it is truly a day to remember.."

Kakashi stayed quiet,  the reporter then showed the artwork, it looked so detailed and so I don't know.. The man that found it also managed to get a glimpse of the Artist.
"I know it's not much! But he hd a large tattoo on his arm above his elbow, I couldn't make out what the tattoo was" the man said sighing "well there you have it, it seems that our alleged wolf-eye is at it again with his paintings. Back to you max" the reporter said, kakashi the switched off the television, I looked to him curiously. but I didn't linger on my thoughts.. I just sigh, seeing Fuko hatake's name reminds me of things I really didn't want to talk about.. I sigh lowering my head a little. 
"What's with the disappointed look, say you didn't get to find out who the wolf-eye is?" I sigh,,
"It's pretty obvious who it is" I mumble I heard him snicker
"That's only if you know what my tattoo looks like" he says confidently. I sigh and continue watching the TV, he huffs at me and frowns. Shifting beside me and grabbing my arm, pulling me to his side I blush a little and try to pull away, but his grip was too strong.
"Explain" he says seriously, I flinch.. Explain what? I have nothing to explain...  "Now" he growls.. Opening his right eye I flinch and look away.. That stupid nightmare has made me freaking scared of that right eye of his... I sigh and bite my lip
"My older brother Homoru went missing 10 years ago, he wasn't found until months later.. He later died in a car crash.." Kakashi seemed stunned
"What was the date and time"
"D-date? U-uh.. 30th of November.. T-time.. U-uh 11:26am why?" I say quietly.. Kakashi was staring at me.. Like I had said something insane. I whimper,
"the 30th of November... He repeated "11:26am.. It was raining.. And misty" he says sitting back up, his head down... "We were crossing the intersection.. When.. A car was sent crashing into the right side of our car... Our car flipped and.." I watch him speak he was trembling.. I didn't dare speak "we-we were upside down when another car smashed into the left side again.. It s-sounded like thunder.. T-their air bags were out but it didn't seem to do much.. It was cold.. They were knocked out. their heads bleeding.. Glass shards of the broken windows dug into their skin.. But I was okay.. My shoulder hurt so much.." He was barley able to whisper, I gave him a sad look.. He was really recalling what happened that day.. He had been in that crash.. And survived.. "I-I could h-hear people screaming and ordering others.. I was crying... They were both deadly still.. It scared me.. So much.... I could feel myself move.. But I wasn't moving.. I was pulled out of the car my shoulder and head hurt so bad.. It was cold.. And blurry...." He then lowered his head more.. "I-I could see them.. I-I could see them being pulled out into stretchers.. O-one of them looked p-practically d-dead...." He then stopped. I frown at him moving closer and draping my arms around him, he tensed up instantly at the feeling of me touching him, but I just hugged him. He didn't try to pry me off. He didn't embrace me back, instead he sat their choking on his words.. Keeping back the sobs.. Keeping his eye squeezed shut, I smile a little at him.. He just sat there refusing to let the tears flow.. He refused to make him self vulnerable. But that's okay, I smile at him and hug him, making him lift his head.. He just continued to tremble... He stayed like that until I felt his icy cold tears fall onto my shoulder and soak into my shirt.. I smile at him as he slowly began to hug back.. Embracing me tightly. I smile and run my hand up his back.. Soothing him slowly.. It was all silent, no words left us. He let himself become vulnerable. Rai watching us with a sad smile.. I sigh. I go to release him but he just tightened his grip..
"D-don't L-let g-go" he choked out.. I smile
"I won't" I whisper back to him.. He kept me against him.. I smile a little, after all this time.. He finally opened up to me, even if only a little, he had opened up to me.. The greatest reward for all this work just to help him become more comfortable with speaking and being around others was just his trust.. That's all I really needed, he slowly began to let go of me.. But I didn't, he asked me to not let go of him.. And honestly I believe he needs a hug, having lost your family member is enough to tear a family apart. And I know that.. I know that well. He then let go of me fully, I could feel his eyes on me.. Staring down at me as if waiting.. I slowly let go and look up at him, he just stared at me.. His eyes didn't show any indications of him crying. He then got up and walked off, I smiled a little at him, he just went down on of the halls, he didn't come back out though, if only it hadn't of been true, that that date was the same. Why did it have to be the exact same date that both of the left this world.. To think that both Fuko and Homoru both died in that crash.. That crash that haunts my roommate even today..