A/N:

Momiji has become homicidal. He can't take it anymore. Poor boy. No humor, dammit! I'm trying to learn how to write angst and horror. No laughing at me.

Disclaimer: I don't own Momiji or anyone else.

Warnings: A bit OOC and some character death.

Taking Back What's Ours

Momiji grasped hold of the knife in his hand. He didn't know why he was doing this. But he knew if he didn't, he would never be happy again. He needed his Mother's touch and would go to any expense to get it.

His Mother was in her bed sleeping soundly. He smirked inwardly. No more happy voices. No more gleeful visits. No more, no more.

He advanced on his Mother, the knife still tightly squeezed in his palm. He let out a cry, before stabbing her. The blood oozed from the cut he had made at her throat. No noise came from her as her life quickly disintegrated away. Momiji laughed as his Father came in the room.

"Momiji, what are you-"

Momiji pulled the blood stained knife from his Mother's throat and threw it at his Father. He gasped as it took his through the chest, killing him almost instantly.

"Happy family!" Momiji cackled, his eyes following the pools of blood left in his parents bedroom.

It wasn't long before Momo was also stabbed, her heart ripped straight out of her chest. Momiji's eyes glowered as he took one last stab; at himself.

A note was left on the kitchen table, one that Momiji wrote before the killings. It clearly explained why it he had gone to such extremes.

I was taking back what's ours.
Our family will be happy now.
Happy forever!
We will always be together now!

A/N:

It's clear that I'm not fit for angst slash horror stories. Boohoo.

I feel sad now. I put some effort into thinking up those two ones.

Happy 666!