"Unwanted."
The word echoed throughout his brain, as if it was trying to drown him in the unforgiving truth. He threw his hands up to his ears in a feeble attempt to block out the voice that plagued his mind.
"Unwanted."
He dropped to his knees, shaking, his hands pushing harder to his ears. He felt so weak. Unable to block out the voice that seemed to come from within him. He silently cursed himself for being such a weakling.
"Unwanted."
The voice was different this time.
His eyes sprung open, and he looked up, despite knowing how this was going to end. It always ended the same way. He always fell victim to this cruel fate. Always trembling and crying. He hated it.
The voice began to speak again, calm and collected, unlike his chocked sobs. "When are you going to learn? You're unwanted. A waste of space." His white counterpart stood before him, a look of disgust obvious on his porcelain face. "Nobody wants you here. I don't want you here."
His eyes widened, hurt and shocked by what his brother had just said. He knew that he was a waste of space, but did he really have to remind him so often?
His arms and legs trembled as he attempted to get back up, only to be violently kicked back down. Finally, collecting his voice he said, barely above a whisper, "W-why, brother? Why are you doing this to me?" He heard a cold laugh in response. He looked up once more to see his so called brother grinning. His beautiful blue and green eyes were half lidded and mocking.
"You really are stupid, huh, Kurotane? I can't wait until Master deactivates you, like he should have a long time ago. Before he even turned you on!"
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Red eyes shot open, sweat dripping down his forehead. He gasped, and sat up in his bed, praying that his nightmare was over. He abruptly fell back down onto his pillow when his forehead connected with something hard. Groaning and rubbing his hand to the spot his head had just hit, he opened his eyes to see just exactly what it was that had hurt him.
His eyes connected with blue and green ones. They weren't mocking, and cold like the ones in his dream. They were cute and innocent, and how they should be. Unlike his dark red ones.
The person that the eyes belonged to was rubbing his forehead and whining. "W-what the heck, Kurotane! I was just trying to wake you up, 'cuz you looked like you were having a scary nightmare, and the first thing you do is attack me?! Rude!" Utatane Piko pouted, his brows furrowing as he stared at his counterpart, waiting for an answer.
All Kurotane Piko wanted to do was hug his counterpart, cry, and ask him if he really thought he was worthless. His pride wouldn't allow that though, so he settled for an angry reply. "You fucking wake me up while I'm having a nightmare, what am I supposed to do?! Wave at you and say 'thanks'?"
"Yes, preferably." The white haired Vocaloid crossed his arms and pretended to be mad at his brother. The one in question sighed, smoothed down his bangs, and got up to get his clothes on. Utatane was watching his every move, concern written on his face.
This only proved to annoying Kurotane Piko further as he turned to his brother. "Do you mind?" He said sarcastically.
"Not at all." Utatane smiled sweetly causing a groan from his brother, and a shirt to be thrown at his face. He laughed at his brother's short temper, but his smile quickly faded, as the concern came back to his features. "Kuro, what was your dream about?"
Kurotane's anger quickly diminished, and was replaced with worry. He didn't want to tell his brother of the dreams that tormented him every night. He didn't want to tell him about how monstrous he was in the dreams. His brother was sweet and innocent. Kurotane knew all too well that his kind and caring brother would never say such cruel things to him. He was always the one to comfort him when others called him useless for God's sake! "N-nothing" He quickly brushed off the question, earning a sigh from his brother.
"I just want to help you, Kuro. You know that, right? I wont make fun of you, if that's what you're thinking."
"Like hell I'd care if you made fun of me!" A lie. If his brother made fun of him, or mocked him, his world would collapse in around him. He would never admit to it, but he loved his brother- no, his other half- more than anything. He constantly looked for his approval and respect even though he played it off as if he didn't care. Utatane Piko was the only one that even gave him the time of day in this cruel world. A world where only the best were loved, and screw ups like him were cast aside.
His mind was brought back to reality as he felt a sharp tug at his USB tail. He quickly turned around, and grabbed it out of the hands of his assaulter. "W-what the hell!?", He yelled, blushing. "How would you like it if I pulled yours?!" He lunged at his brother, reaching for his tail.
They fought like that for a few minutes, rolling around and yelling pity insults as they grabbed for each other's tails and ahoges. The fight ended as Kurotane finally grabbed hold of Utatane's tail and tugged at it, earning a pleasing yelp from the other.
"Owwwww! Kuro, that hurt!" Whined Utatane as he rubbed where his tail connected to his back.
"Yeah, well think about that next time you grab for mine, idiot" Kurotane huffed and went back to getting his clothes.
"Well I had to do something! You were just standing there, spacing out for like, five minutes! I had enough time to put on my clothes and brush my hair and everything!"
Kurotane blinked in surprise as he looked back at his brother. He was indeed fully dressed in his white mechanical looking shirt, black tights and matching boots. He turned back around, pretending to be unfazed. "I hadn't realised it had been that long." He said, nonchalantly.
"Yeah, well hurry up! I'm hungry, and if you don't finish getting ready soon I'm going to go get breakfast without you." The threat didn't seem very scary when coming from those innocent pouting lips.
"What kind of threat is that? As if I'd care." His tone of voice seemed to change as he continued, "Nobody down there would want to see me anyway. They'd ignore me, or call me an error." He looked down, afraid to meet the other's blue-green gaze.
It caught him off guard, and he gasped as the other wrapped his arms around his small frame. Their identical bodies close together in a loving embrace. "Kuro...that's not true. You know that a lot of them really like you. Don't worry about what the stupid ones say."
Kurotane felt his demon-like red eyes begin to water as he put his hand over his counterpart's identical one. "I'm sorry that I'm useless. That I hold you back." The embrace was cut short as the white haired boy pulled away, causing the black haired one to look into his eyes. They were shocked. Seeing the other look like that wasn't something Kurotane was found of, so he adverted his gaze.
"Piko, look at me." It was odd being called by his first name. No one ever called him that. That was his brother's name, Not his. It didn't belong to him. He tainted it. Tainted it with the black that was painted onto his uniform and hair.
"I said look at me" He obeyed, and was met with a serious expression. It told him that whatever his brother was about to say was going to be a lie. It always was when it came to things like this. "I don't know where you got that stupid idea from, but you don't hold me back! I'd be nothing without you. We balance each other. If one of us where to leave...the other would soon follow. You know that." The white haired boy smiled and hugged his brother once more. "Kuro, everything's going to be alright." With that said, Utatane pulled away from the hug once more and smiled brightly. "Now, are we going to get something to eat or what?"
The black haired Vocaloid looked at him, his smile not meeting his eyes. "Yeah, okay."
"Good. Hurry up and get dressed, I'll be waiting in the hall." He said as he walked towards the door.
"'Kay." He replied. He supposed he was lucky to have such a good brother. That at least was a blessing. What was not a blessing was the other Vocaloids. the ones that taunted him for being an error. Or the angry face of the only one he loved in his nightmares. But he could handle the bad things. He always did.
As long as he had his brother with him, everything would be fine.
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First chapter finished! This is my first time writing...well, anything. So I hope it's okay. I struggled with their names xD I can't really call them both Piko, it'd get confusing (if it isn't already)
But anyway, Please review! It would make me so happy. The more reviews I get the more likely I am to write another chapter.