Summary: The blood of his parents is haunting him. No one can help him, not even the friends he trusts so much. It's only a matter of time before he breaks down and reveals his secret buried deep inside himself. Dark Horo fic

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Set in Horo's POV

"Red"

Chapter four: Scarred Boy

I can't believe myself. I'm here. I'm here in this 'Tao jet' that's going to Hokkaido. This isn't right. I'm not supposed to be here. I'm not supposed to come back. I don't want to come back. I have to see them again. Every single one who's relative I have murdered.

Why Hokkaido of all places?

I hate this. I wish I was killed in the shaman tournament. I wish I wouldn't have to endure this all. I wish everyone would just leave me alone. Is that too much to ask? No, it isn't. They just don't want to leave me alone. They want to do with everything about me so that they can see what's going on. They should just get out of my way or I'll kill them for sure. I'm sure of that.

I can feel Pirika stealing glances from me. She's worried, I know. But it doesn't mean she should always watch me. I'm not going to run wild again… not yet. I have self control. However she always looks if I would release him any minute now. She should just let go of me.

Leave me.

Let go of me.

Please.

Or you will breathe your last breath.

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2 hours. Two more hours until I arrive and step foot on that miserable excuse for a village. Two more fucking hours until those people lay their eyes on me once again. And two more hours until I would see blood all over again.

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Darkness. That's what I would always see after I've woken up from my sleep. I was locked up. I was locked up in a room with nothing but darkness. There was only a small dim light hanging from the ceiling. Sometimes it would flicker and completely cover me up with shadows never seen before.

But I wasn't alone.

For once I considered my half as a friend. He was there. He is always there. He… he is my one and only friend.

Inside me, I could feel the shadows swallowing me inch by inch, piece by piece. And then I'd be eaten whole. I'd be nothing but a dead corpse. Correction, I'm already dead. I'm a walking cadaver. A zombie. A puppet. Something made to taste the pleasures of blood. Something made to kill. I'm less than dead. I'm a merciless, cold hearted killer who seeks to murder for his blood lust. I'm a monster.

That's all I've ever been.

I'm nothing else. Since the beginning of time I was just and forever will be a monster hiding beneath the darkness within my heart.

That's me.

That's what they always call me.

You know, I really wish they would just shut up for once. Better yet, die. All they do is blabber their mouths and try to kill me. Without much effort I may add. They underestimated me. Well then, look at the result. I killed two thirds of their shaman population. In one flick. Heh. They surely deserve it. Those bastards truly ought to have such a gift from me. After all, I am their one and only 'precious' demon child.

They're really pathetic. Those good for nothing villagers only cower in fear at the sight of a small boy. Cowards. What kind of shamans are you! I'll tell you, you're all just a bunch of scaredy cats. Can't even kill a person, can you? No wonder you let those other shaman tournament participants do the dirty work for you. Let them kill me, huh? It didn't and will never work.

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Dammit. We're already here. Outside of the forest to the ainu grounds. This isn't good. I'm not ready. I don't want to see them again. I don't want their bitter glares or inconsiderate whispers. I don't want to ever again.

Too late.

I'm here, walking with Yoh and the others, heading towards the village. I see two Patch judges ahead of us. Looks like some shamans came earlier than us.

"Onii-chan…" Pirika took a nervous look at me. I just gave her a 'smile' and reassured her it'll be okay.

But it will not be okay.

When we entered the grounds, many villagers, actually all villagers, were at the sides checking out the shamans. They all gasped at the sight of me. Mothers squeezed their children closer in fear while fathers looked at me with disgust. They must've thought I wouldn't be here, that I was dead. Well I proved them wrong, didn't I? I saw a group of familiar shamans, they were the village's best, give me some glares. I remember them since I was the one that slaughtered their leader. I smirked back at them. A blood thirsty smirk. It was entertaining to see them shrink two sizes when I looked at them. Still the same, I see. They're all surprised. Wide-eyes looking at me and blinking making sure I wasn't an illusion. I couldn't help back another smirk. But this time a more dangerous smirk. I felt them stiffen to their very core.

Pirika is about to say something with unsure eyes. And the villagers are feeling pity for the girl. I can't blame them though, she's stuck with me.

The leader, I forgot his name, is about to speak. A welcome then a short introduction why we're here, it's because of some shaman thing.

I scanned all the ainus once more. The leader planted a fierce look at me as he continued to speak. A bunch of sadists. They scarred me for their own satisfaction and hope of my disappearance. Throwing me around and hitting me every chance they get. Like I'm going to vanish that way. Fools.

"…I hope you all enjoy your stay here. Thank you.", the leader said his ending words.

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I sat on a tree branch while I 'spied' on my 'friends'. I'm not letting anyone spill anything about me. They're not yet ready to know. Well at least Pirika's not with them.

Just my luck. They had to check out my house. I could see Shikon coming towards them; the little brother of Shun, that son of a bitch. Shun's just one of those many shamans who tried to kill me, except, he had a different way of things. He was a worthy 'rival'. I hate him to the core. Just like my brother, he had everything. He and my brother were best friends after all. He used every single drop of his blood to avenge him. It's a shame they didn't go to hell together.

"Onii… I wouldn't want to go in there if I were you…" Shikon warned them.

"And why is that?" the green haired boy asked.

"Cursed. That house is cursed." he replied.

Oh. So now he's going to tell them the small history of my house, isn't he?

Ryu gave the boy a confused look, "Cursed?".

The child nodded. "The demon lived there… Many lives were taken by him… and his family was no exception; he killed them in there."

"Who is this demon?" the Tao questioned.

For a moment he was speechless. It was taboo to say my name. Those who utter it will be… punished. It was a law. An unbreakable law.

"Well?" Ren impatiently looked at him.

"I… I can't speak his name. It's a rule never to say it. But he was with you onii-chan! I saw him! He's… with you. You came in the gates I saw you people with the demon! Mama says it is bad luck to stay with him long and that you'll be cursed for life! The demon is following you. You're all going to die…" Shikon replied while tears started to blur his vision. "…I don't want anyone to die again… My onii-chan never came back… because of that monster. One-chan vanished because of that monster! He killed everyone!"

The boy started crying like no tomorrow.

He blurted it out on them. They shouldn't have a clue. Damn him. Looks like he and his brother do have something in common. They're both bastards.

"Shh… It's okay. We'll get that 'demon' for you… okay?" headphone boy calmed down the kid.

You know Yoh, you shouldn't make promises you can't keep.

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Well then, since that brat spilled some parts of my secret, I guess I have to dispose him. One slash across the neck, that'll do just fine. Who knows, maybe I could play with them for a while. A little horror trick, I suppose?

Yoh left to find the village leader. He needed permission to go in and check the house.

After they were out of range, I quietly jumped off my hiding place and summoned my ice sword. The little kid was oblivious on what's going to happen to him. He's simply going to die.

"You remind me of your brother, Shikon." I said with a dangerous tone.

He turned around, eyes widened, and before he could scream, blood spilled out of his body. He deserved it.

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The brunette respectfully waited for the leader's decision if they'll be allowed in my house.

He was about to say his conclusion until a woman burst in the room looking frantic.

"Ruriko, what's wrong?" the old man asked his daughter.

"Shi-shikon…" she looked very uneasy.

"What about him?"

The female burst into tears. Yoh stood up and asked what was wrong. She looked at the entrance and a man carrying a limp figure in his arms entered.

"We found him in front of the… house… just a few moments ago." He said as he laid the boy down the floor.

The body was full of stains. Blood stains. His blood tasted like his brother's.

Ryu looked at the boy with shell shocked eyes, and so did the others.

He was obviously killed by a merciless person.

Me.

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A/N

After a week delay I give you this. Sorry about the late update. I was gone last weekend. So then, as you can see the bloodshed made by Horokeu Usui has just gotten… uhhh more. ;

Tell me if there are some grammar mistakes, okay? After all, I'm only 12….XD

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