az: Because my head would keep on making up new muses as time passes...
Rage
Written by Izzu alias honou-no-izumi
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Ainosuke collapsed to the floor as his legs could barely support himself with his current state of emotions. But one thing that mattered, at least that horrible image from his nightmare had not happened.
His brother has not killed anyone in this apartment... and he did not ended up killing his brother in a fit of rage.
Still, it shook him.
Brother had been very angry. Not sure if it was just because of the last case or all of it—why did he even come to this place anyway?—but he was really angry. Too much, that it scared him more than usual.
His tears fell. It fell rapidly and uncontrollably like rain.
He did not want to kill his brother. Even if he hated his brother's actions so much... he wouldn't want to do it either. How could brother think that he could even do it?
"Killing people... was so easy... right?"
"You won't kill me over there. It's here... right here. Come on... come on...."
"OOIII!"
Did brother want so much... for him to kill him? Doesn't he love him anymore?
Ainosuke lifted his shaky hand to cover his left eye. Yes, even that eye was crying. Wonder if it was because he had been crying himself... or it was crying in his brother's place?
This eye... had been such a precious treasure of his. Since it used to be a part of his brother.
It did seem... that with this eye parting from his brother, so did his kindness.
If it was like that, he wouldn't have accepted this eye! If it was like that, he wouldn't have let his brother go through with the transplant. He wouldn't mind.
As long as he could get his kind brother back again...
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Yumehito spat on the road next to him. He had been so angry—no, pissed off was more like it.
If that shower have had not happened, he could have had to rush over to save Ainosuke. Wonder what have made him more pissed, that... or the sight of Ainosuke fighting fist by fist with those concert goers at the live. Since when had he learned to fight like that? Must have been where he had gone before, seeing those drawings he saw in Ainosuke's room. What kind of joke was that?
Did Ainosuke forget his own dream or what? Haven't that child used to dream to be a professional illustrator—artist or whatever it was that draw for a living? Why did he so recklessly swung his fist around, fighting with people instead of drawing the beauty of people—scenes of wonders of this beautiful but cold world. Why did he went off to fight with people, risking injury to his hands and senses thus taking away any chances for him to fulfill his dreams as an artist?
Definitely an idiotic, stupid, reckless kind of a brother...
What was the point of him giving his left eye to Ainosuke? To give him a perfect view of the opponents who fought him? Ridiculous!
Yumehito kicked a fallen trashcan aside as he made his way towards his place.
To think he was mad enough to come see Ainosuke personally to let him have a piece of his mind. Thankfully, Kato was oblivious about his actions and Fukuchi had not considered having him watched... just as yet.
That man seemed to have begun suspecting him. It shouldn't be that hard to figure out, since it had been far too easy so far for him to have managed to rise in rank in the force. Perhaps, Ainosuke had been one reason that had sparked that result. No matter, a minor sidetrack like this shouldn't alter his plans as it was. It shouldn't be so hard to make a new plan as to sidetrack their attentions from him. That... he could think about it later.
Right now he would concentrate on mentally scolding that stupid, idiotic, reckless thing that had some blood ties with him. Yes... he's still pissed off...