Sorry if this is depressing in the beginning… I promise, it gets better!
n.n enjoy my Lovelies…
I felt no pain. It had long been since I felt pain… he took that away from me, along with my dignity and self-respect. I could see the razor bite its metallic jaws onto the length of my forearm, the blood ebb out at a snails pace.. but felt nothing. That's often how I beat Kyo in one of our dumb fights. People who watch always us battle always comment that I am unfazed by Kyo's punches. Which is true, but I never would want to admit, seeing as I would be outcasted as an unfeeling freak. Which is what I am, no denying that.
The razor had done a number on my arm already by the time Shigure rapped at the door. "Yuki? Are you alright in there? You've been in the restroom for an awful long time, do you want me to go fetch the Pepto-Bismo?" his whimsical voice called. "No thank you," I replied while putting my razor blade away in the secret compartment under the sink. "Alright then…" Shigures voice faded with the sound of footsteps heading down the hall. I rinsed the blood off my arm in the sink and prepared for another day of being the beloved 'Prince Yuki'.
I walked into the kitchen to the smell of something burning. I quickly located the scent of burning steamed rice in the rice cooker. I quickly unplugged the machine and dumped out the contents in the trashcan. Not like I didn't expect this… neither of the three of us can cook to save our lives. We usually just order in and try to survive the hunger pains at school.
"Why the hell would you try to cook? Are you trying to make us homeless?" I yelled, already frusterated by my family. "Yuki, why must you be so mean?" Shigure whined, prancing into the room. "And how are you a twenty something year old man and not know how to cook?" I shot back, venom dripping from my voice. Shigure recoiled, and quickly took safety behind Kyo, who'd just walked in to grab some milk. "Kyooooooo, Yuki's being mean when all I did was try to cook!" Shigure whimpered. Kyo glanced in my direction and shrugged, opening the fridge door. He held the milk carton towards his mouth, before I hit his hand. Kyo looked over at me, one eyebrow up in question. "Grab a mug, you heathen." I said, gesturing in the direction of the cabinet. "Oh yeah?" Kyo replied, "I got your mug right here!" With that, he flung his middle finger up. I shook my head and got my school bag. "I'm leaving." I said, walking in the direction of the door, dreading every step. "Bye Yuki! Love you!" Shigure cried. I slammed the door shut.