Title: When will you rage?
Series: D.Gray Man
Characters: Road and Tiki
Rating: T
Comments: Spoilers for Chapter 117-118 of the Manga. Road's POV.

I cradle his broken body in my lap, watching the grey fade away. His staring eyes are brown, pupils dilated, wild, delirious. He recognizes me not. Neither do I, him. My mind refuses to accept what I see, that what was once my brother, is now no more than a memory.

Its strange how I should remember this now. Of all the times. The once happy recollection now cuts deep. I bleed inside.

Tiki-pon returns from his mission as slick as when he left. He makes his report to the Earl over dinner. Another so and so successfully eliminated. I listen with half a mind, toying with my food. It was always the same anyway. The Unblessed died so very easily compared to the Clan.

This feeling welling up within me. It is unfamiliar. It burns. It consumes me. Like the when I set fire to the prisoner the Earl brought me. He made such pretty noises, twisting in the flames. My heart convulses as the feeling blazes up.

I care little for the status reports that are presented so half way through, I interrupt and ask Tiki-pon to do my homework. He declines. I bug him to play with me. He tells me to finish dinner first. I throw a tantrum and fling pudding at his head. He phases through the bowl which shatters on the floor. Skin licks up the remnants. I fly at him, kicking and screaming, but he holds me at arms length and I flail at air.

The feeling now. Compared to the tantrum then is like comparing a raging firestorm to a candle.

The Earl laughs at my antics and Tiki sighs. "My little Road-chan has a temper!" The Earl says delightedly. I turn around and stick my tongue out at his frozen grin.

"When will you grow out of these childish tantrums?" I gaze at Tiki, uncomprehending, temper vanishing.

Kill them all. The blazing being within screams into my mind.

I remember Mana. It is not long though before he leaves us. For an Unblessed. I remember being angry that at my next best friend's betrayal.

"You're not really that angry." A lazy drawl from the armchair. Tiki is toying with his cards again.

"Oh yes I am. Stupid Tiki-pon. What would you know." I stamp my foot.

"Road, for all that you are my sister and a sadistic little twerp, you know next to nothing of rage."

I pounce on him squealing in a passionate fury to make him take back his words or by the ark, I'd shove his cards down his throat. For once, he doesn't phase out and we have a jolly good romp. I lose. But only because the jerk knows that I'm ticklish.

"When will you truly rage, Road?" Golden eyes hold mine captive. Flushed and breathless with laughter, I stare blankly back wondering what he's trying to get at.

So long, just to understand what you meant, Tiki.

Gazing at the broken body in my lap, something snaps deep inside and I lash out at what I know can hurt.

… END….