There are pretty flowers on the two graves. It's odd. He knows he didn't put them there, as it would be so criminal in his eyes and it isn't worth the pain.
The cruel laughter that fills his ears and the dim barely there feeling of strong arms rapping around him means nothing anymore. He's back, it's like a horror movie, isn't it? It's gallows humor at this point.
"Good boy"
He can't help smiling at such a statement, even if the man only says it to trick him. That's all he wanted though, the fake and pretty lies that he had to feed his brother to make him smile. The same lies he used to convince himself he wasn't hungry in the days when he had no food for himself.
There is a lot of food at his new house, but he still doesn't eat much. He likes him that way.
He understands why, he is making him frail and unable to fight. That's really quite odd as he is constantly forcing him to learn new things and excel, sometimes he thinks that it's all part of some obvious scheme.
It probably is, he has never been able to catch onto the simple things that everybody understands. Instead his brain works out insane equations and understands impossible theories without a bit of stress, it's the easy things that hurt the most.
It would be easy for him to walk away and run and cry and scream and call the police, but he doesn't because it is about a million times harder to stay put and that makes it easy for him.
It would be easy to put a bullet in his brain, really that doesn't take much work. Instead he lets others slowly kill him and destroy him, one day there will be nothing left.
That will be a good day, a very lovely day on which he would like to have a picnic with his dear brother. But, of course, he won't be around for that day. At least no mentally, his body will probably stay behind for a bit of time.
Except that will never happen either.
He wouldn't allow such a thing to happen to his little Seto.
"I didn't do that..." Seto finally says something to the man who is practically holding him, but his voice is so empty that it's a wonder it can even be heard.
You would think the night would simply swallow it up with a snarky grin and a laugh, just like daddy did to the world. And to hope.
"Crazy bitch." Gozaburo decides as he simply tightens his grasp on the 'bitch' in question. Of course his little Seto put the flowers there. He watched it happen.
The small and desperate moves followed by quick and hushed prayers that weren't coherent in the least. Pathetic really.
"Doesn't matter, they're dead and gone." The older one continues in a dark and commanding tone, though at this point it is starting to feel like someone, or perhaps two someones, are watching him quite angrily.
Gozaburo ignores the feeling and kisses the boy harshly, Seto doesn't do a thing.
They hate that bastard!
They really do.
They want to grab him and make him feel more pain then he can even imagine! Tear out his heart and let Oden's ravens peck out his eyes! This man deserves every horrible thing they can dream up. For every bruise he gave Seto he will be given two, the same goes for scars. They will make that bastard scream and beg and cry, then they will laugh.
Had they known dying would lead to such trouble for their eldest child they would have stayed around and fought to live, but instead they can only watch in rage as the bastard uses their, not his, little Seto.
There is absolutely nothing they can do, but they make sure to remember to look for Gozaburo in hell over the upcoming eternity.
They won't have to wait long.
He laughs against his mouth as he realizes they aren't alone anymore