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Tougou AU, Amnesia!Osomatsu and Tougou meeting the brothers again after ten years?

Okay here we go, sorry this took so long! I don’t have much in the way of backstory for this but I imagine Tougou using some means to wipe Osomatsu’s memories and reshape them for his purposes of using Osomatsu in his crimes. If there’s enough interest I’d definitely be willing to write a sequel or prequel of sorts.

HEAVY WARNING for mentions of Tougou and kidnappping under the cut:

They were only ten years old when Osomatsu went missing.

Ten was a difficult age to suddenly lose a sibling–not that it would’ve been easier to cope with at any other age. But at ten, they were old enough to understand that their brother had been kidnapped by that horrible lodger, that the police had done their best but were calling off the search after weeks of dead ends, and that there was no telling where he was or if he was even alive anymore. And yet, they were also young enough to cling to that little sliver of hope they had that a miracle would happen, that their brother would come home any day now, safe and happy and ready to get back to playing games and teasing each other like they always had.

It wasn’t until they were eleven and hadn’t seen a trace of Osomatsu in months that they stopped believing in miracles.

Years went by. The brothers grew up, progressing through middle and high school and eventually graduating into adulthood, all without their oldest brother. His absence had left an unfillable hole in their family, a role none of the other brothers could ever dream of taking. Their mother had spent many a night crying herself to sleep, and their father became more stoic and reserved, treating his children well but with caution, as if one day one of them would be taken from him, too.

Over the years, the heart-wrenching pain of Osomatsu’s absence became a little easier to bear. But it could never go away completely, and not a day went by where they didn’t think about him and wish they could go back in time to the day he was stolen from them. If only they’d known then what they did now, they could’ve done something, and no matter how many times they tried to remember that they couldn’t blame themselves for it, they still felt an unbearable guilt weighing upon them. It was impossible not to.

The day of the boys’ twentieth birthday encroached, with little fanfare. No one felt much like celebrating. They never did—birthdays were a cruel, cold reminder that there should be six of them there to herald in a new year, to eat cake and open presents and revel in the simple joy of being a year older. This year was especially hard, because it marked almost ten years since Osomatsu’s kidnapping. An entire decade had gone by without him.

The brothers sat around the table, none of them sure what to say to anyone else. The half-hearted, obligatory “happy birthdays” had already been said, leaving them with nothing more to do but dwell in mournful silence for the rest of the day. That was the plan, at least. That’s what they did almost every year.

That is, until Todomatsu spoke up.

“You know…maybe we should do something other than sit around and mope all day,” he began, almost hesitantly, as if expecting instant backlash from his brothers. “I don’t think Osomatsu would want us to feel so sad on our birthday. He’d probably prefer it if we tried to make the most of it, at least.”

Ichimatsu scoffed, shooting a glare at the youngest. “You really feel like partying?”

“Well, I didn’t mean that. But we could at least go out and get some beers or something. We’re old enough to now.”

“I don’t know…” Choromatsu nibbled at his bottom lip apprehensively.

“You know…maybe it’s a good idea,” Karamatsu mused, out of the blue. “It’s not like we’re accomplishing anything by staying home and doing nothing…even Mother said it might be good for us to try and occupy ourselves with something today.”

“I guess so.” Choromatsu sighed heavily. “I’m not really in the mood to go to a bar or anything, though.”

“We could just buy some beer and bring it home,” Karamatsu replied. “Mother would probably prefer we’re all at home together if we’re drinking, anyway…”

No one had to ask why. Even as they got older she was incredibly overprotective of them, terrified of losing another one. She fretted when one was sick or injured, and panicked if one of them was late to return home. They knew she meant well, but it broke their hearts to see how she worried herself sick so often.

“Well then,” Choromatsu began, slowly standing up, “let’s go ahead and go. Maybe we can take the train into town, make it feel like more of a trip.”

“Yeah! Sounds good, Nii-San!” Jyushimatsu enthused, though his chipperness sounded a little forced.

The five of them pulled themselves together, telling their mom where they’d be before stepping into their shoes and heading out the door.

It was a warm spring day, the sun shining in the clear blue sky and birds chirping somewhere in the distance. The liveliness of the outdoors was a nice reprieve from the darkness of their thoughts as they walked the few blocks toward the train station.

The wait for the train and the ride itself didn’t take long, and pretty soon they’d arrived in the city. As they climbed off the train, someone bumped into Karamatsu, nearly knocking him over.

“Oh! My sincere apologies–” Karamatsu began, whipping around to face whoever had almost wiped him out, but to his surprise they weren’t there. All he could see was someone bustling away quickly, hunched over with their hands in the pockets of their black hoodie. The hood was pulled up over their head, hiding their face from view, and they seemed to be looking for someone the way they kept swiveling their head from one direction to another.

For some reason Karamatsu couldn’t explain, the encounter left him feeling…odd. Like it was a more significant event than it really had been. But why would he feel that…?

“Kara? Are you okay?” Jyushimatsu asked, and Karamatsu realized that everyone else had already begun to walk out of the station ahead of them.

“Er, yes, Jyushimatsu…I’m fine.” Karamatsu shook off the strange feeling and followed Jyushimatsu as they hurried to catch up with everyone else. It was probably nothing.

Before long they’d walked to the store, and once they did chaos ensued. Jyushimatsu immediately tore off for the snack section, with Ichimatsu trailing close behind. Todomatsu insisted on checking out the makeup section, with Karamatsu chiming in that he wanted to as well.

In the end only Choromatsu was left with the responsibility of fetching the beer, which he did with a resigned sigh. Sometimes it was a drag to be the most mature one.

He headed toward the beer aisle…and froze on the spot.

Standing in the middle of the aisle, hunched over discreetly, was a black-clothed man hurriedly stuffing cans of beer into his hoodie. Panic coursed through Choromatsu, his brain frantically switching between options–back away now before this guy saw him, scream for security, what?! He’d never caught anyone shoplifting before, he had no idea what to do!

Before he could react, the stranger snapped his head up and locked his gaze momentarily with Choromatsu’s. And that was when Choromatsu really started to freak out.

The face that stared back at him, eyes wide in panic, perfectly matched his own.

“Shit!” the man cursed, then spun on his heel and ran, clutching the beer still in his hoodie.

“Wait!” Choromatsu called after him, but the stranger–or was he?–had already swiftly rounded the corner.

Choromatsu wasted no time. Abandoning his search for the beer, he bolted from the aisle and rushed to find the rest of his brothers, urging them to follow him. His heart raced as he marched with purposeful strides toward the door.

It can’t be him…can it? No, it’s not possible…but what if it is…?

His head was in denial…but his heart was starting to hope again.

Soon they were approaching the exit, and Choromatsu’s heart skipped a beat when he spotted that hooded man walking briskly there too, somehow evading suspicion from other shoppers by acting casual. The boys tried to slow their pace, so as not to draw attention to themselves either, but the second the man was out the door they ran after him. They wouldn’t lose his trail. They wouldn’t lose him.

Not again.

Their feet pounded against the sidewalk as they rushed to find him, but they didn’t have to search far. They saw him duck into an alleyway, and as it turned out the alley led to a dead end. They had him cornered, five against one.

“Wh-what are you doing?” the man demanded, face still shrouded in the shadow of his hood. “Why are you following me, you cops or something? I’m not afraid of you!”

“We…we aren’t cops. And we aren’t turning you in, either,” Choromatsu began, his voice shaky. “We need to ask you something, though. Please, will you take off your hood?”

“As if! So you can describe me to the police, right? It’s not gonna happen!”

“No, that’s not it…Osomatsu, that’s you under there, isn’t it?”

There. It had been said. The man paused, and slowly he pulled down his hood, revealing his face to the others.

A collective gasp rose from the brothers, and all at once they were talking over each other, closing in on him.

“Osomatsu! Oh my god—you’re alive, you’re really alive!”

“But how…how?!”

“Oso, what happened?”

“Oso, is that really you…?!”

“Back off! Don’t get any closer!” Osomatsu barked, which put an abrupt end to the reunion. He turned his attention to Choromatsu, raising an eyebrow in confusion. “How…how do you all know my name?”

Choromatsu’s heart seized up in his chest. Something about this felt wrong…there was something off about Osomatsu. He could detect that much already, even after ten years apart.

“Osomatsu…don’t you recognize us? We’re your brothers. Your family.”

Osomatsu scoffed at that. “I don’t have a family. Well, much of one. I definitely don’t have any lookalike brothers.”

“But…but you do!” Karamatsu insisted. “Truly, Osomatsu, we would never lie to you. We are your brothers!”

“Stop saying my name like you know me! It’s creeping me out!” Osomatsu shouted, glowering at them. “I’m tellin’ you, you must be thinking of a different Osomatsu. I have no family, not a real one. Just…just my father.”

A sick feeling crept into Karamatsu’s stomach. “Do you…do you mean your father, Tougou?”

Osomatsu’s eyes bugged out in shock, chin practically scraping the floor. “You…I…how the hell do you know my father’s name? We’ve never met!”

“But we have,” Todomatsu persisted, “because we used to live together! Tougou isn’t your family! We are!”

“Stop saying that!”

“Look, listen.” Ichimatsu’s patience had worn thin as he stepped closer to Osomatsu. Osomatsu shrank back, but didn’t pull his eyes away from Ichimatsu’s intense stare. “You were our brother…you are our brother. Ten years ago you were kidnapped by this man, Tougou. I don’t know what shit he’s done to mess up your mind, but it’s the truth.”

Osomatsu’s eyes darted from one brother to the next, taking them all in, confusion and something like fear flickering in his eyes. And then he scowled, finally settling his glare on Ichimatsu.

“That’s bullshit! Why should I believe that’s true? I’m telling you, I don’t know any of you! We have never met, and I’m not the person you think I am!”

Realization hit them like a hard smack across the face, one that was almost as painful as losing Osomatsu all over again.

This was their brother—there was no doubting that. Their long-lost brother, whom they’d presumed as good as dead after so long apart. He was here, he was alive, he was living a life full of lies and deception and crime.

And…he didn’t remember a single thing about them.

A car horn blared nearby then, startling them. Osomatsu’s eyes filled with a look of panic as he watched a car pull up to the curb outside the alley.

“That’s him…” he whispered, then fixed an intimidating glare on the brothers. “Don’t even think about telling the police what you saw today, understand? Or else you’ll regret it!”

The boys didn’t respond. They were too numb.

Osomatsu seemed to take this as acknowledgement and shoved his way past them toward the car. He swung the passenger door open, and barely caught a glimpse of the older man with sinister eyes and a checkered suit behind the wheel. No one had time to do anything before the car peeled away from the curb and tore off down the street.

The boys still stood there, dumbfounded and hearts aching. Osomatsu had been right there…and yet it wasn’t him, not the Osomatsu they remembered. The Osomatsu from ten years ago, who loved playing games and pulling tricks on his brothers, who was always laughing at something, who would always have their backs no matter what.

Osomatsu was still alive. But it seemed that Osomatsu of long ago was no longer there.

“What…what do we do now?” Todomatsu asked quietly.

“I…I don’t know.” Choromatsu felt like he was on the verge of tears.

“Should we tell Mom and Dad…?” Jyushimatsu wondered.

“I don’t know,” Choromatsu snapped, and immediately felt guilty. He shook his head slowly. “Sorry, I just…I don’t know. Let’s just go home right now.”

Reluctantly everyone agreed and slowly trudged back toward the train station, but their minds were a whirlwind of thoughts. They had no clue what to do. How could they? They never would have anticipated this, not in a million years, and the pain of it was unbearable, like Osomatsu had been stolen from them once more.

And in a way, it was true.

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