How do I come up with these ideas? You can sue me, I still wouldn't know O.o

Warnings: major character deaths, Barian!Yuuma, Barian!Kotori, Sibling!Yuuma&Kotori, alternative names/past life names/Barian names... I think thats it.

flashbacks = italics

My Pain Shall Be Yours Too

Why did it become like this again? Why did he have to have that a flashback of that cursed memory in this crucial moment?

"No, no..." Aker whimpered, holding onto his sister's fragile, cold body as his warm tears dripped down onto her frigid skin. His beloved little sister, Isis, had just taken a sword to the chest for him. A fatal sword wound inflicted by the one he had thought was his friend.. his comrade .. his ally. The one he thought maybe wasn't half as bad as his people had potrayed him to be. Instead, the stupid prince had payed the price with the princess' life. As he sat there on his knees, whimpering, he could feel the sharp edge of death rising again as it swooped down on the royalty who could suddenly care less if he lived on or not...

"Yuuma... drop her... now..." Nasch's - his 'friend's? - commanding voiced boomed from across the field, as he held the king's precious sister in his arms, one hand around her neck, the other in her chest, ready to rip out what remained of her heart, to watch the should-be-long-dead ruler's eyes widen as he watched his little sister's life fade away, just like he had to...

"Why should I?" he spoke slowly, a cruel grin on his face as the hand around Merag's neck transformed into a claw, right in front of the shocked eyes of Nasch and Merag. "The Tsukumo Yuuma you knew, dear Nasch, never existed. He had died as a baby and I simply wormed my way into his body and took it as my own, just like you did with Kamishiro Ryoga."

"Impossible..." the king breathed as Merag began to struggle but he didn't care. He stopped caring the moment he saw him kill his sister - Isis, Kotori... no matter the name, the person was clear in his mind - again... right in front of him after cruelly demanding for him to 'hand over his Numbers". But he thought that he was asking that from a weak human being, someone who just watched a former friend of his kill his childhood friend in cold blood, for a pointless war no less...

"Everything is possible, Naschie-poo." he spoke simply. "My name is Aker. Please do remember it as the name of the person who killed your little sister... again."

"You wouldn't dare..." the other began, but Aker cut him off with a cold laugh as Merag's body, weakened by her constant struggling, returned back to her fragile - oh so fragile - human one.

"Please... don't..." the princess started to speak. Instead of letting her finish her sentence, Aker reached and ripped her throat out, at the same time doing the same to her heart before throwing her over the edge behind him.

"Merag!" he watched as a desperate Nasch jumped after his beloved sibling, standing there with no expressions on his face, hands dyed in a deep crimson colour. The colour of blood.

"I'm sorry, Aker... it's for the sake of my kingdom..."

He was sorry too... only, not really. As a small but twisted smile formed itself on Tsukumo Yuuma's (or was he ever Yuuma? No, he believed that he was not and never would be that Yuuma... the 'poor' child that has died before even having an attempt at life...) face as he slowly stepped over Isis' dead body. More Barians were out there and Aker couldn't wait to kill them all.

Pain tasted sweeter when shared with others, after all.

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Thanks for reading!