TITLE: Bound By Family (Brotherly Love)

AUTHOR: Synchronized Love

RATING: R (for dark, sexual themes [incest], language, and violence)

ANIME: Yami no Matsuei (Descendents of Darkness)

PAIRING(S): Saki x Kazutaka*

CATEGORY: Angst

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yami no Matsuei. This is a non-profit story. Don't sue.

WARNING: *The theme in this story is not suitable for the immature and young. This is yaoi (gay male/male) in this fic. There is also incest. If you don't like one or both, just click the back button on your explorer and pretend you never notice this existed. If you flame, I will humiliate you publicly. Think I'm kidding? We'll see . . .

P.S: Enjoy the story. PLEASE R/R

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you to everyone who corrected me on the last name/first name. I had earlier believed that Kazutaka's first name was Muraki, as obviously stated. I will correct chapter one as soon as I am able to, but for now, I made it right in chapter two. Speaking of chapter one: Wow. Thirteen reviews already. I had no clue that people were interested in this fic. I'm very glad for it. It's inspired me to keep going, which I am glad about, since I really wanted to type a story like this. Thank you to everyone who reviewed my fic. I hope that chapter two is to your liking. I updated this as quickly as I could, since I had some free time on my hands. Sugoi~ Now enough with my incessant rambling. Go on, read already!

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"Is this real enough for you?

You were so confused.

Now that you've decided to stay,

We'll remain together . . ."

~ Evanescence: "Surrender"

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      Why am I so beautiful to my mother that she compares me in to her Victorian dolls? Kazutaka had placed the doll on top of the nightstand, studying it with his large grey eyes, peering through silvery tresses that slightly blocked his view from the pale porcelian face. It neither blinked, nor stirred, nor even took a breath. She's not even alive. Her face is cold and hard, and she doesn't even smile. Am I so much like her? He brushed his fingers along his frowning lips, the melancholy expression that he couldn't see without the help of a mirror becoming more saddened and frustrated.

      Fewer came the times that he would pull the doll into his lap and engage in one-way conversations with her. Kazutaka had come to the realization that she wasn't going to respond, no matter what he did. She wouldn't even listen, her ears not made of flesh. Was there even a mind within that fragile figure that constantly sat, gathering dust until he decided to clean it off? Standing, Kazutaka turned around, looking down upon the ground.

      He was starting to hate that doll.

      He never noticed someone walking into the room, brushing past him to take that doll. He was too occupied clenching his fists, angered at the fact that with time passing by, his mother wouldn't even call him by his name. To her, he was merely known as 'her Victorian doll.' Kazutaka did not want to be referred as _that_. He wanted to be called by his own name! So far, only one had done so. And he hadn't even been here as long as everyone else had.

      "Kazutaka? Why do you have the doll here? You usually carry her around with you all the time."

      Kazutaka whirled around, surprised by the voice that was behind him. Blinking, he saw Saki holding the doll in his arms, approaching him, and kneeling to his level. The expression on his half-brother's face was that of concern, his green eyes bright and alive amidst the dull room that he resided in.

      "When did you come in here?" That was all that Kazutaka could think of as a response, still trying to get over the surprise. Saki chuckled a bit, placing the doll on his younger half-brother's bed and moving both arms on his shoulders. Kazutaka blushed slightly. Why does his touch make me feel so warm? Nobody else can do that to me . . .

      "Are you okay? I got here a few minutes ago. I first called your name, but you didn't respond. I then brushed your arm to see if you were even paying attention. I was going to shake you, but then I saw the doll seated on the nightstand, lopsided, and usually yo-" The doll was lopsided? Kazutaka glanced over at her. She's straightened up now. "Kazutaka?"

      "Hmm?"

      "Are you listening to me?"

      "Wha-?" Kazutaka looked back at Saki. Great, I'm starting to act like that doll. Maybe I am like her .. "S-sorry Saki. I didn't mean to stop listening to you." His eyes lowered to the ground.

      "It's alright. Don't be sorry. When you want to talk, just come find me. I'll leave you alone for now." Saki pulled away, moving his arms from Kazutaka's shoulders, and getting up to stride out the door. Before Kazutaka could protest, the door closed gently, and he was alone once more.

      With the doll.

      "You stupid thing. Stop looking at me. Stop making me look at you. You're making me like you." Kazutaka spat as he glared at the Victorian doll. He shoved at her face, making her fall back onto the bed. He walked over to the door and flung it open. Behind it, his mother stood, her fist poised to knock on the door. She looked an absolute mess, tears leaking down her face, makeup running, and her hair in slight disarray. Her other hand clutched at her dress, before she eventually fell to her knees. Kazutaka grabbed her just in time. "Mother!!"

      He smelled the stench of alcohol in her breath. Her head rested on his shoulders, a gentle cry escaping her throat. Never had she come looking unstable to his room before. With a tug and a pull, Kazutaka managed to get her inside. He closed the door, then went to her side. He was afraid, noticing her dazed state, her mouth opened slightly ajar. Her usual brilliant eyes were dull; they matched his room, his eyes, his life as of now. "Mother? Can you answer me? Please?"

      There was no vocal response, which concerned Kazutaka. He approached her, placing his hands on her shoulders. Her eyes were not dilated. She was completely in a shocked state, unaware of anything that was going on. Kazutaka felt the right thing was to let her come out of it slowly. He released his hold on her, and stood to gather at least a pillow and blanket for her. He could not move her from the ground; she was too heavy for him to take her into his arms. He turned around and began to reach for the blanket.

      As he did this, she stirred, and began focusing herself back to reality. The first thing she saw in her blurred state as a lithe figure, moving gracefully. She caught a view of the figure's face. So beautiful. She thought. Her mind held no memories of who it was. The only image that potruded from her head was an image of a living doll, fluidly moving as if it were alive. The beauty of her dreams, alive and well. This was reality. My doll has come to life. There was no contemplating thought that this 'doll' was her son, as her movements became more stable, and graceful, albeit her drunkard state. Just as Kazutaka turned around, she would leap, and take him to the ground.

      "Welcome to life, my Victorian beauty."

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      Saki studied the elegance and simplicities of the Muraki master bedroom, casually taking the time to view his reflection upon Lady Muraki's reflection. Muraki-sama only glared as he watched his son walk around casually, as if he owned the house. On any normal circumstances, he would have reached fowards and shoved the adolescent from the room, no, from the house, actually. However, he was stop between the constant tip of a blade, and the threat held over his head of his family. Saki, meanwhile, looked down upon the bureau, green eyes narrowing slightly at the Victorian doll situated beside a small set of medications.

      "Father, I never knew your wife took medication."

      Muraki-sama jerked his head up, his green eyes, which were hidden behind a pair of glasses, glaring at Saki. He blinked at the mention of medication, and inwardly he winced. With a nod, he answered, "She has a lot of hallucinations. Without taking her medication, she'll see things that aren't there, mistake people for others, and she'll be unaware of anything and everything about her. She's prone to drinking alcohol when she's unable to control herself."

      "I see .. And here I was actually joking that she was insane. Aren't I so accurate?" Saki whispered in a mocking tone. His attention turned back to the Victorian doll that was settled right beside the bottles. His eyes narrowed when he noticed a small, circular, pink object right beside the doll's violet dress hem. He reached down and lifted it, noticing not just one pink object, but a larger, white one beside it. This followed by numerous more different shaped pills. His curiousity peaking its height, Saki lifted the doll completely from the bureau, only to see countless pills of various shapes and sizes, colors and textures. "What is this?" He rose his voice slightly. Muraki-sama grew curious as he watched Saki lift his doll and stare. What he saw as he moved towards the bureau made his jaw drop.

      "It looks like your wife prefers insanity, as she doesn't take even one of those medicines. Quaint, isn't it Father?" Saki opinionated, followed by a laugh.

      "Shut up."

      "Manners, Father. Mann--" His attempt to continue his teasing was halted when he heard a faint scream. It seemed that Muraki-sama heard it too as he quickly moved to bolt out the door. Saki could recognize the scream easily. "Kazutaka . . ." His voice whispered out as he followed after his father. Nobody had permission to touch him, make him cry, nor agonize him. Absolutely no one. Only he could do it. Whoever brought pain to the little one would pay. Dearly.

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      "Mother! What are you doing?!" Kazutaka cried out as his left arm was pinned right above his head. His silver eyes were wide with fear as this mother -- no, stranger -- moved in over him. Her eyes were glazed over, her lips full and slightly open. The expression held hunger, and a moment of insanity. Who was this creature that dressed up like his mother? This certainly wasn't her!

      "Why are you so afraid, my beautiful blessing? I won't hurt you . . ."

      That hurt. Her voice was precise. Mother, what did I do? Why am I being punished? Tears threatened to spill from his eyes. Kazutaka continued to struggle aimlessly, his mother's strength unbelievably strong for a drunken woman. One of her delicate hands released the hold on his arms, her legs pinning his own legs together rather painfully. Her fingers cleared the moisture from his face, which caused an immediate shed of tears. He shut his eyes, not believing what was happening. This is a dream. Just a terrible dream. When I open my eyes again, everything will be okay. He slowly began to open his eyes . . .

      The pressure was soon lifted from his pinned-down body. Those light grey hues witnessed as Saki shoved his mother against the wall, his hands gripping against her arms in a painful vice. It was evident that it hurt by the expression on his mother's face. There was a buzzing in the air, heard only by him while mouths opened and closed in an angry manner. He remembered opening his mouth and Saki's hands releasing his mother's arms and turning to him. Kazutaka was still on the floor, his mind still not registering the voices. He felt Saki's arms enclose around his body, pulling him closely and possessively to his own body. His eye level lifted, he saw his father pull his mother into his arms. Saki was shouting something .. something to his father and his mother.

      His father stood up and shouted back at Saki, and Saki remained motionless. But in that motionless gesture, his father paled, and quickly took his mother, who was still grappling towards him. Kazutaka merely looked up at Saki, before darkness overcame him, and he was soon in a comforting silence. His senses returned, and his body shivered as that protective voice whispered.

      "Victorian beauty .."

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(END CHAPTER 2)

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