Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Toriko including characters and setting.

Chapter One ~ Brothers? was inspired by: Far From Home - Scorbus, Short Story by AllAboutOliver ~~~ s/12107144/1/Far-From-Home-Scorbus-Short-Story

Note: This is based off the anime but is set in an alternate universe. Also, I take suggestions, prompts, requests, and promtrequests. Feel free to PM (Private Message) or email me if you want to see your suggestions as chapters in this fanfiction!

Genres: Angst/Drama but could be read as Hurt/Comfort or Tragedy or something.

WARNING: Character death ~ Suicide

CHAPTER ONE ~

Brothers?

My whole life has been an absolute plethora of misery. Whether it was my insufferable siblings picking on me, shoving me into walls, spreading rumours about me to the point I was ready to jump out the window or the people working at the IGO headquarters always following me around, talking to me, driving me up the walls until I was about ready to strangle them. Furthermore, training was difficult, and dangerous, as we all had our different, and extraordinarily powerful abilities but I had no idea how to control mine. Nobody in the IGO HQ could empathize with me, or help me for that matter. I simply can not control it and sometimes it comes out in sudden bursts. Whenever that happens, I put everyone's lives in danger. I hit one of my brothers once, he was trying to help me and get it under control. I almost killed him. Even though that was many years ago, completely accidental, and he has long since recovered, I haven't. The guilt has almost killed me. Worse yet, I don't know when the outbursts will occur, they give absolutely no warning. Ergo at any point in time I could injure another person, or worse, kill them. Actually, if it was an accident it would be considered manslaughter, which sounds even worse.

So this was not the first time I went up to the edge. No, I had been up to the edge where the IGO HQ ended, and the ocean began. Many times, since my brother's brush with death, I have come up here at night, spread out my arms, and gazed down at the crashing waves below me. I come up here almost every night. But I hoped tonight would be the last night I ever came up to the edge. I'm sick and tired of coming up here and spreading out my arms, only to step back and save myself for another day.

Every time I stepped back, it was always his fault. Every time I stepped back was because the exorbitant amount of care and concern shown by him—my brother—burned like a fire in my mind. A fire that would die out before my sixteenth birthday. But for some reason I never knew why I would always find myself thinking of him. Was it because I thought he didn't care, and that his compassion was faked, or part of a 'concerned brother' act? Or was it because he cared so much? Caring is…a sensitive subject for me. In my early childhood I had never known caring, or comfort, or safety. Just cruelty, destruction, and death. Then I had learned what it was like to be cared for, when the IGO took me under their wing. But those good old days are gone now that I have grown, and been empowered. I suppose I'm not used to having people care so much. It's an alien feeling. And frankly, I'm not comfortable with him trailing after me when I take off down the halls crying. There had been many times when he had pulled me into empty storage rooms before, asking what was wrong, if we needed to talk. What was I supposed to say? "Sorry, I was trying to cry using my inside voice. I'll have to try harder next time. Where I was going? Oh, I just felt alienated so I was off to go leap into the ocean? And yourself?"?

Would they even miss me if I did jump? What would my insufferable brothers do when there was nobody around to train with them. And what would he do? My caring brother, who had done nothing wrong. What would he do when he realized he cared a little too much, but was never there for me? And Ichiryuu, what would...

Oh, yeah. Ichiryuu was a different story. He might be let down by the loss of one of his sons at first but then will realize it was meant to be that way, that I would be happier dealing with the inevitable rigor mortis at the bottom of the ocean than dealing with my 'brothers'.

So now, here I stand at the edge. Where the IGO HQ ends and the ocean begins. I had already written the suicide note, I have left it on my bed and not shown up to dinner. There was no turning back now, it was like I had already passed the point of no return. If I was really going to kill myself, and I needed to do it quick. Ichiryuu and my brothers would surely be here in a moment, trying to stop me. But still, I wait, as so not to panic them when they don't find my body, so they can be absolutely, 100%, bonafide sure they saw me jump and die. I sit and wait for a while, until I hear the growing sound of rustling grass and panicked footsteps, which is when I stand up, and stare down into the ocean.

"So this is where you disappear to everyday? You come to the edge of the HQ and contemplate SUICIDE? Why couldn't you just face and and tell us you were hurting yourself?" Great, it's him. His voice cracks with every sentence. I have to fight the urge to put an arm around his shoulder and tell him to relax, that I was going to be fine. I barely manage to ignore him.

"TURN AROUND AND FACE US!" My caring brother screams, hysterical. Reluctantly, I turn around. Although my other two brothers have bored expressions painted on their faces, their eyes tell a different story. One of concern, and just a faint, ever so faint, glimmer of care and worry. He has sunk to the grass in tears. And Ichiryuu looks really really mad.

"Look, I don't know what's gotten into you, but we can talk this through. So step away from the ledge. NOW." Ichiryuu orders sternly, his usually carefree personality dissipating into overprotective fatherly instincts. I still don't speak, but I shoot him an I-Don't-Think-So look out of the corner of my eyes. My caring, crying brother walks up to me, and grabs my arm with a shaking hand.

"You can't jump off the edge! You can't kill yourself! You have so much to live for!" He cries, still shaking before continuing, "Tell me what you're not worth living for. I dare you," his hysteria dissolves into a dare, and his face shows confidence that I can't win this argument, and that I will simply shrug and let myself get guided back inside where I'd get the beating of a lifetime. He's never been more wrong.

"To give you a list of everything I'm not worth living for, it would take from now until little Rin is of the legal age of majority. But for me to give you a list of what is worth living for. It would take two syllables. Nothing," I emphasize each syllable in 'Nothing' with confidence, confidence I've won this argument, and can go back to killing myself. But when the words come out of my mouth, my brother brings a hand to his, and there is a simultaneous gasp from all four of them.

"We're not worth living for? I'M NOT WORTH LIVING FOR?!" He screams, hysterical again. I shake my head: Nope.

"I know you care very deeply about me. We were always close brothers, you and I. I helped you through your darkest time. And now I'm in my darkest time. But you were never there for me. Where were you when I needed you?" I turn around again, smiling at the ocean currents.

"DON'T JUMP!"

I look over my shoulder and smile at him. He screams, but not words, just an incomprehensible shriek of horror. There are shouts from the rest of my 'family', but I'm already moving forwards. I take in a breath, close my eyes, and fall forwards, drowning in the screaming voices carried by the ocean wind.

A/N: Yay! First chapter's done! I hope it wasn't too obvious (or too hard) for you guys! For those of you who don't know I love crime/angst/tragedies/other forms of feels ;) Yeah, it's kind of obvious it's one of the Kings, but I hope it's hard to tell who! Also, expect lots more coming, these are tons of fun to write! The next chapter is going to be Crime/Angst ;)