Because I am mean and I like to write about Kaito as the uke all the time. But seriously, that boy is so uke-material. And, this is my first Phi Brain fanfic-the fandom needs more love, seriously. :l Anyhow, Have fun reading! And it's Gammon/Kaito because I love the pairing and there's so much bromance going on between the two of them asdjf.
But, this isn't really outwardly BL going wang wang~, but it's bromance, and perhaps care :3 He will have more, he will have more. MORE LOVE MORE LOVE MORE LOVE AHHHH. (And it doesn't help that Gammon is voiced by JunJun /)/(\

Enjoy!

Bitter Realizations

It never occurred to him how awful it was, experiencing such trauma all over again was too much for him, really. The flashback came flooding back, and the timeless moment hit him like a rock. Puzzles, he thought, were really the ones at fault, weren't they? No, he thought, bitterly, as the bitter metallic taste tinted his tongue. He had bitten down on his lip a little too hard, but that wasn't even the most of it. He could feel the tears slip past his cheeks and as they fall freely, landing wherever gravity ended up taking them—and theoretically, that was what happened with his parents, right? The puzzle, he thought, had ended up killing his most loved ones because he hadn't realized faster. He hadn't realized that the puzzle would end up being deadly.

Of course, if only he had realized faster, then everything would have a better ending than the one he had to suffer through now.

Come on, Kaito, get a grip-

Falling, he thought, was much more simplistic than he had imagined. Nothing occupied his mind, as he let himself fall into the depth of his own despair, the dark void sucking him in, and his brain rejected everything remotely related to puzzles, in order to protect himself.

No, not even Orpheus could help him out of this one. After all, it was his own choice—although it was internal and perhaps unconscious, he had made that choice.

And there was no turning back.

Kaito-! The voice resounded. It was all over for him, he thought.

And so he suffered, withered away with time, like flower in the winter. The full-blown force of the trauma, like the harsh coldness, has caused him to wither away, and fall forever, through the depth of the dark void-

-until he could not stand anymore. Until all there was inside him was despair.

After all, it's what he had hoped for, right?

This was all for the best, right?

The only thing that answered him was an empty silence.

He had never seen the dark-haired boy like this. Of all the time he had seen the bitter cocky jerk (as much as he wanted to call him, as he himself was second to the boy, even though he, himself, had received a title as powerful as the dark-haired boy; Galileo wasn't your average person, either), looking like he needed to be beaten at puzzles in order to back down. Heck, he wasn't even sure if the boy would even back down after being beaten at his own strength.

But Gammon had said nothing. He could only watch. This was his third shock for the day—a little too much for the red-head, really—and the most piercing one, to what he thought, anyway.

Because there was Kaito, withering in Nonoha's arms, looking like he was losing himself completely, going into an insanity state, and nobody could do anything to help him.

The Edison brat had somehow found them and found a solution to this, as Gammon's hands rummaged through Nonoha's cookie bag, then shoved it through the dark-haired boy's mouth.

Had he been panicking? No, probably not as much as he thought. But he couldn't say that he wasn't worried, or that he was doing this all for amusement. No, he was genuinely worried, and that had came off on his face, as much as he didn't want it to.

And it pained him to know that he wasn't the first person to find out a solution to the immense traumatic stress the dark-haired boy was undergoing.

Puzzles were the last thing on his mind at the moment. Why? He wasn't sure himself, despite being a person of high intelligence, he wasn't able to figure it out.

Would he end up being despaired? Of course not. But that lack of rivalry got to him a little too much, as that worry had somehow turned into anger.

And maybe he hated the dark-haired boy, perhaps he didn't. But that was the least of his worries.

And only when the other had snapped out of his trauma, he was able to relax.

Kaito, you bastard.

No more words were needed—and they were never needed, in any case.

One moment when Gammon saw Kaito completely defenceless; The same moment that he felt sorry for the boy.

Ultimately, it was the moment he realized-

I want to be the one to save him.

Lalalaaaaa~ This was episode...7-8, was it? If someone has not watched the show or watched up to episode 8, then, go back and watch it, haha. It doesn't help how this was inconveniently place at the bottom, ohoho. :3 I'm so lame. Anyhow, I hope you enjoyed it! :3