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Izuna Application Pt. 3
Trying to keep up with his schoolwork along with keeping an eye on Madara's 'secret life' was draining for a seventeen year-old. He would often get mad at himself for bothering, and he and his brother rarely spoke anymore, but it didn't stop him from worrying and staying up all night to make sure Madara would come home safely. Even his eyesight was suffering from reading under dim light and squinting out into the dark window every ten minutes. He would get angry with his brother often, but always for his lack of dedication that he showed for their father's company. Even if the reason for any and all of his anger was that empty room every night, he never said it out loud.

He'd hoped it would get better when their parents left the house and company to them while they went on a cruise. Madara would have no time to do anything unsavory, and he could finally study in peace without worry for his finals. He would be graduating that year, and his grades couldn't possibly get any lower than the top 4 percent of his school. Finally, his parents could be proud of him for once.

Two weeks later, he was the second to hear the news of his parent's death. Pirates. The idea of it was so ludicrous that Izuna had almost punched Madara for making up something like that. But then the lawyers came, and the top corporate employees were sending the brothers their condolences while at the same time congratulating his brother on his inheritance of the lucrative company. If the blow that their parents were dead wasn't harsh enough, Izuna was dealt another one when Madara turned around, sold the company, and went on to waste his life away getting tanked and living it up in the good old American style that Madara had once mocked so openly in childhood letters.

Izuna quietly took his smaller portion of the inheritance, and disappeared to college and university. It would be a year or two before his brother made a real effort to get a hold of him again, but in that time Izuna had given everything his brother had done, he started to find it hard to hate him for it. Madara was all he had left. He'd never have a friend like his big brother. Even if after a hurried mending of their torn relationship was interrupted by Madara blurting out some harebrained scheme about a porn company and a whorehouse.

Madara was still the only person in the whole world he cared about anymore.

It was with a helpless sigh that Izuna gave in, mentioning into the receiver of his phone offhandedly that he'd been studying business and, well, someone had to make sure Madara didn't run it all into the ground before it even had the chance to get started.