Part 2

-a few years later-

"You are a completely worthless child! There's no way you're my son!"

Fuuma curled in the corner as his mother continued to lash out on him. His father was at work and his brother was still in school. Fuuma had stayed home sick today.

"It's because you're a mere mortal that you always get sick, if you had true Sakurazuka blood in your veins you'd be a lot healthier."

Putting up with this for five years was enough. "You're the one that married a mortal, I didn't ask to be born."

"You how dare you!" He barely had time to duck and run out the door as she grabbed her blade. "I'm going to get rid of you like I should have from the start."

As athletic as he was, his mother was older and had longer legs than himself. He ended up tripping and falling over an uprooted tree root. How ironic, he fell under the Sakura tree in their backyard and now he was about to be fed to it.

"Good, you'll make the Sakura tree very happy indeed."

He closed his eyes and waited for the blade to slash him to pieces. It never came, he did, however, hear the blade come in contact with skin and he could smell blood. The smell of blood was nauseating to the twelve year old, he hated it.

"You fool, why protect him?!" He heard his mother shriek.

"Because he's the only one that gives a damn about me."

Fuuma opened his eyes. "Nii-san…" He looked at his brother, his arm was bleeding but he didn't look too bad

"Shut up you mistake! You should thank him on your knees!"

Fuuma saw his brother push his glasses up his nose before conjuring his sword-thing (Fuuma didn't know what it was, but it looked like a sword.) "Don't talk to him like that or I'll feed you to the Sakura tree."

"Seishirou…you'd kill your own mother?"

The boy shrugged. "Perhaps, perhaps not, however you're going to leave him alone. I'll abandon my 'mortal heart' as you call it if you swear to leave him alone. I find one hair missing from his head, the deal is off and I feed you to the Sakura." The whole time he spoke he had his sword pointed at his mother.

"Very well my precious heir, to be sure I'll have to make sure to beat the emotions out of you, your father will be thrilled." She walked and stashed the blade in her robes before walking back inside.

"YOU CAN'T DO THIS SEI-CHAN! I KNOW YOU DON'T WANT TO DO IT!" Tears where pouring out his brown eyes.

Seishirou turned away, willing his sword to go away. "Fuuma, I have to do this, I want you to know I'm doing this because you're my only brother and I love you." The boy's words were choked up as well, he had too much pride to admit it but he was crying too.

Their mother rejoined them. "Let us go Heir, leave your brother to play."

"Sei-chan!"

It took everything in the boy's power to look at his brother with emotionless eyes. "It's Seishirou." With that he turned his back and walked in with his mother.

When their father got home Fuuma could hear both him and their mother "cleansing" his brother of emotions. More than once he heard his brother's body slam into a wall. He stared at the ceiling, one day they'd both leave this place and then maybe he could get his brother's emotions unlocked.

End Chapter 1

Younger brother- 12

Older brother- 14