from where you are {Ikaia oneshot}

[Knuckles]

Ikaia Miristioma Nineteen| Male | District Eleven

So far away from where you are
These miles have torn us worlds apart
And I miss you
Yeah, I miss you

Heavy gusts of winds howled through the cracked windows. The boards creaked, and Ikaia swore his house was going to blow away. Jr and Ekain huddled together on the old, ragged couch wrapped beneath a worn out blanket. It broke his heart watching them struggle, but they faced many of the same struggles Ikaia faced growing up, and now he was going at it all alone. At least the twins had each other, and it reminded him of old times when him and Kirito were one being. When they never left each other. But look at them now. Kirito was off doing his own thing, and Ikaia was once again left behind. He was nothing more than a broken boy carrying a burden of his twin. Yeah, Ikaia loved his twin more than anything in the world, yet it felt like they would never mend what was broken.

He missed the good times that the games erased.

An exasperated sigh left his chest, and for the first time he caught a glimpse of his reflection. Dark eyes, and a pale face glared back at him. The whites of his eyes were stained red. Huge, dark bags circled his eyes - Ikaia hadn't slept properly since Kirito was reaped for the games, and even though his twin made it home alive, Ikaia found himself tossing and turning. Nightmares rolled through his broken mind. He wanted nothing more than to mend the relationship between them, yet he found it impossible. All he tried to do only turned him upside down. He thought he found something that worked, but the trust just wasn't there. Nothing was going to work -

A shattered heart crashed against the floor sending shards flying in every single direction. It was a harsh reality that he never wanted to accept, but now that was all he could see. He tried so hard to figure out what was going on, but his brother was constantly in the spotlight, and everything became about him, and Ikaia just fell away. It wasn't him and Kirito anymore. All anyone ever saw was Kirito Mirsitioma the victor of the seventieth hunger games, and a kid who looked like him.

He wanted a different life. He wanted to do something. He needed to figure out where he screwed up because this wasn't for him. Brothers should always have each other's back, and twins should have a stronger bond than any family member because they shared a womb. But he was wrong.

It was time for him to move on. Ikaia wasn't going to live in the past anymore. He was nineteen years old, and he couldn't allow nothing to hold him back. Kirito had found the meaning of his life. He found someone who loved and cared for him. All Ikaia had was the twins sitting on the couch huddled together. Silent tears rolled down his face as he stared at them praying nothing ever happened to them. Praying that they would always keep a close bond no matter what happened. One day they would only have each other, and they needed to hold onto that.

Ikaia turned away trying to fight the sobs bubbling in his throat. The makeshift crutches pressed against the ground as he reached forward retrieving his diary from beneath the couch before resting into a seated position. He thought he'd find a use for it, but it wasn't successful like Kirito's. Ikaia didn't have many entries written inside. Blank sheets of paper stared back at him until he found the days of Kirito's time in the games. Three years. Three years had gone by since the escort called his name. Three years since he returned home. Three years since Ikaia tried to kill himself. And all of it for nothing.

Nothing but pain and misery.

I should've volunteered to save Iain. Maybe then my family would turn around. Maybe then they'd be happy. I should be dead. Not him. Me.

The book closed in his hand, and he tossed it across the room. He had worked so hard to build his life up. To become a man. To take care of his family when they were in need. He worked long hours just to make ends meet. But it wasn't enough. It was never enough. But maybe, one day, he'd break through and figure out what was needed to mend the broken threads between the two of them. There had to be something.

Ikaia wasn't good enough for many people -

"Ikky, I scared." A soft voice belonging to Ekain broke through his train of thought. "Can you tell a story?" They were standing beside him with their beady eyes. Jr sat down beside him quickly followed by Ekain. They were his calm in the midst of a storm. They saved his life, and he owed them everything he had. Ikaia wrapped his arms around them pulling them as close to him as he possibly could.

"Yeah, I'll tell you a story."

But he was good enough for them, and that was all that mattered.

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