A/N from A.C.: Ah, I really like this fic. I think it's getting close to the end though. *sadface*

"No… No, I'm not human. Are you happy now, Weiss?" The winged man sneered, stepping forward, wings flaring out in anger. "I am not human. Do you know why?" His head tilted slightly and he bared those sharp fangs.

The white-haired brother shook his head slowly, "I don't…"

Nero narrowed his crimson eyes, "Our damned parents did this to me. I hope you know that. I want you to know. I want you to know how they loved you so much but sent me out to be experimented on and shunned from society!" He snarled like a furious beast, sending a wave of fear through his sibling's system.

"N- Nero… Why are you getting mad at me..? I didn't do this to you…" The white-haired man moved away from his brother, inching toward the open mouth of the cave.

The winged man paused and took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself. His eyes, Weiss noticed, began to turn a darker red, almost the color of what he would imagine for the pits of Hell. His footsteps sounded heavier, ringing loudly and threateningly as the raven-haired brother walked closer to the other. "This is all your fault. All of this is your fault… They did this to me because of you…"

"What? What are you talking about? I didn't do anything! I was only a baby just like you when this happened!"

Nero's wings spread abruptly, causing his brother to jump a little and stumble backwards, falling to the ground. A boot pressed heavily against Weiss' stomach, pressing down to hold him in place, "They loved you more. They wanted you so they got rid of me." Nero clenched his fists, those black-painted claws digging into his palms and drawing blood, "They sold me, Brother. All because of you."

The white-haired man let out a strained gasp, his hands automatically moving to wrap around Nero's ankle, "That isn't my fault… That's their fault… Not mine!"

The boot ground down against Weiss' pale flesh as Nero bared his teeth at his sibling, "They loved you more. They got rid of me. They chose you, Weiss. How is that not your fault? What? Are you special or something? Super smart? Do you have magic fucking powers, Weiss? Why did they pick you?"

"I- I'm not special! If I am I don't know!" His voice went a pitch higher as the boot ground against his stomach harder, the hard rubber sole ripping through his flesh and causing blood to seep out and drip down his chest slowly like honey. He winced and whined softly as the boot pressed down harder and dirt pressed into the cuts and ripped skin. Weiss swore silently to himself that he could feel the infections start.

"Why in Shiva's name did they pick you? It's not fair, damnit!" He pressed his boot down harder, his enhanced hearing picking up the sound of his brother's ribs slowly creaking, almost snapping, "I'm just as good as you! Why didn't they sell you? Why was it me? It's not fair!"

"Nero! Nero! Stop it! Stop! I'm sorry, but it wasn't my fault!"

The winged man's rage was getting to him, his breathing was getting heavy and his teeth were clenched. He suddenly clenched his eyes shut and stumbled backwards, his hands quickly moving up to hold his head as he dropped to his knees. He cried out loudly, pain lacing his voice, as he clawed at the sides of his head with those sharp, black fingernails.

Weiss sat up as soon as the pressure on his stomach was gone. He wrapped a hand around his stomach, subconsciously trying to feel if any of his ribs were broken. He shuffled back until the light of the sun beat down on him and he knew he was outside of the cave. "Nero…? Are you alright..?"

The other man's lean body was shaking violently and he had dripping lines of blood trailing down his cheeks from the long, deep scratches he inflicted on himself. He let out another sudden cry, scratching at himself harder and pulling at his hair, "Shut up! Shut up! Leave me alone!"

The white-haired boy got to his feet and took a step toward his brother, "N- Nero…?"

Those deadly metal wings spread abruptly as a loud scream echoed through the cave, pain laced his voice, the need for help dripped from the cry. "Get out! Get out! Leave me alone!"

Blue-grey eyes went wide, staring at his sibling for a moment before turning on his heel and running off into the forest, leaving the echoing cries in the distance. Could he get help for his brother? It didn't seem like Nero would go for help himself… or could go for help at all.

After what seemed like years to the panicking young man, Weiss reached the closest town he could manage to find. He panted, his eyes scanning the area around him, robotically walking forward. His voice was quiet, begging, "Help… I… I need help…"

He noticed a thin man dressed in black with a red cloak walk over to him and felt a hand rest on his shoulder gently, "What happened? You're bleeding…"

Weiss looked up and saw crimson eyes that looked so much like his brother's. The long black hair that draped around the pale, thin face… This man looked so much like Nero.

"M- My brother… My brother… help… please…" He couldn't stop the tears that were beginning to fall, he never even felt them coming. "He… I don't know what's wrong…"

The stranger nodded, "I'll help… Bring me to him, I'll try and help you."

Weiss gave a little nod and took the man's hand in his, dragging him back to Nero's cave. He stumbled a little as they walked; his free hand was still holding his stomach, trying to push past the pain of his open wounds.

When the white-haired boy looked into the cave as they arrived, he noticed that Nero was still on his knees, blood still dripping to the cave floor from the scratches on his head. His eyes cracked open and he looked up at the two people standing in the mouth of the cave.

The stranger quickly drew a pistol from his waist and had it aimed at Nero. He pulled Weiss close, "What the hell is that thing?"

"Don't hurt him!" Weiss cried out, struggling to get out of the stranger's grip, "Please! Don't!"

Blue-grey eyes widened as he saw the stranger's index finger slowly press down on the trigger. Time seemed to slow down right then, smoke rose from the barrel of the weapon, and the bullet flew through the air.

"No!"