It wasn't supposed to go like this. They weren't supposed to command this of me. But I cracked, and they saw my weakness; They used it against me without a moments notice. To avoid their wrath, I followed through with their orders. It seemed easy. I was already on the inside.

"To prove your loyalty to me, and to us, you must kill them. The both of them. Tonight." he had said, his gruff dark voice showing no remorse for what he was asking me to do. I should have been scared. I was going to murder someone, two people. People who loved and protected me, or so I had thought. My parents didn't deserve this fate, but neither did I. I knew what they were planning from the start.

I heard their discussions when they thought I was asleep. They were going to send me away, turn me in to the P.Y.C. (Police Youth Censorship.) They were going to turn me into a mindless drone used by the police. I couldn't let that happen, I've seen to many others go that way. I was determined not to. So when he told me to kill them, I thought of it as payback.

What had I ever done to them to deserve to become their disowned child? I always tried to stay on their good sides. But I was never enough. I would never be good enough for them. Because I wasn't perfect. Because I wasn't him. I wasn't my dear younger brother. I wasn't Sora! Sora always had it easy. They loved him, gave him everything, but he didn't want it.

He always found a way to give back what they had given him. Material and emotional. I could never figure him out. Until I started to observe him, his every move. I needed to know him inside and out for my orders to be carried out. For me to kill Mother and Father, Sora had to be gone. So, knowing a friend of his, I arranged for Sora to stay the night with Riku, for a reason I don't recall, but Sora might. So I went home after school on a chilly November Afternoon and waltzed easily into my home, knowing it was just me and them.

I was confident, I had been planning for weeks. Every possible way I could make them suffer, but I figured it was best that they didn't know I had done it. I knew exactly what my plan was, it was foolproof. I would get them when they're apart, bound and gag them quickly and them drive a knife through their hearts. Then I would run away. People would assume I had been kidnapped, if not killed off on my way home, or I hadn't made it home. I wouldn't be a suspect.

So I went to my room as Mother was cooking and Father was reading in the parlor. I didn't bother doing homework, I wouldn't go to school tomorrow. I had to do this tonight, it couldn't wait. So I went back downstairs, and slouched on the couch, pretending to read a book I found on the coffee table.

"How was school, son?" Father asks, not looking at me.

I shrug, playing off his lack of capability to look at me, with boredom, "Same as always. Stupid."

He frowns, "Now, Vanitas, you know school is important. You wouldn't want to fail another year, your already on your second year of the Eleventh Grade. At this rate Sora will graduate before you do."

I lean back, "Sora's two years younger than me. We're in the same grade now."

"Doesn't matter. You simply won't gain knowledge with that attitude. You need to straighten up and focus on your learning." he continues, "I'll be damned if I let you take Junior Year for a third time."

I roll my eyes and lean back some more, wanting to disappear inside the sofa. Of course this didn't happen, and the bastard didn't have the knowledge to shut the fuck up for ten seconds. So he continued, "If you fail again we'll have no choice but to report you. And after that, you'll get three strikes before you'll be forced into the P.Y.C."

"I will not let you do that," my eyes narrow at his threat, "You can't threaten me like that."

"Dear, he only means to scare you a little, we want you to do well in school." Mother replies.

Utter bullshit. "I don't believe a word you're saying. I know you prefer Sora over me." I retort.

"Take that back!" Mother cries, "We value you both the same!"

"Can you honestly prove that?" I narrow my eyes at her, the way she pretended to care made me sick.

"What kind of question is that?!" Father demands, standing.

I turn to him, "Can you prove you love Sora and I the same? I bet you can't."

He frowns, "Vanitas, don't get like this. I know we're hard on you, but it's because we want you to succeed in life."

"Succeed my ass," I growl, "You want me to be like Sora!"

A swift smack to my face snaps my head to the side, "You will not use that language with us in our own home!"

I glare at my father, he hit me all the time when I slipped up, but I was fed up, another fuel for the fire of hatred slowly brewing within my ice cold heart. I stand slowly and move past my father, pushing past him purposefully with force. He growls and grabs my arm, and I quickly side step and smack his hand away, growling, "Don't touch me!"

The room fell silent. I bounded away, and slammed my bedroom door shut. Grinning like the Cheshire Cat, I pulled an eleven inch knife from my dresser as I slipped on my gloves; Leave no trace. I'm going to enjoy killing these bastards. Waiting until they went to sleep, I crept into their room and walked over to the bed. Raising the knife I held it high over my Mother's heart. Watching her peaceful sleeping face made me shiver. She looks a lot like Sora when she's asleep. Always has.

I disregard this thought and I plunge the knife down with as much strength as I can. She didn't even wake. Blood instantly soaks her as soon as I pull the knife out. I walk over to Father's side of the bed, being still, waiting to see if he'd wake, noting Mother's blood seeping into the bed, and spreading out beneath him. He must have been in a deep sleep. He didn't wake up.

I smirk, raising the knife. Then I plunge it deep into his heart, and twist, just for my own personal payback. My eyes widen, hearing a gasp. I let go of the knife, still plunged deep in my Father's chest, and I see Sora there, standing in the doorway. As if he feels he needed to explain why he was here, he mutters, "Forgot my homework, came back for it," though his eyes never left Mother and Father.

Then they settled on me, and he breathed, "You killed them?"

My eyes narrow, He isn't supposed to be here. Now he's ruined everything.