Little Yukio groaned out and spat up more Miasma, there was blood in it as well. He stared at it, then clenched his head in a pained way. This action was soon stopped by the sound of footsteps, he quickly looked up, but didn't see anyone, he sighed and put his head back down, his throat burned and he was tired, but the relentless nightmares and the puking wouldn't let up on him. He had literally tried everything to make it stop, but it seemed useless.

It also taxed him to put on a show for everyone...he would weakly smile at them and tell them he slept good, or that the puking would end soon. They all seemed to believe him, either that or pitied the child enough to not question it. He also felt the worry and tension building up between his friends, there was stuff happening that the young boy didn't know about...

...and it really annoyed him...

Wasn't he their friend? Why were they facing their... problems alone... like he was...

He sighed and covered his eyes with his hands again, his glasses lay discarded nearby, he felt tears welling in his eyes. He couldn't do this...he wanted the pain to end, the nightmares and the blood and the Miasma and the demons... why couldn't it all just go away!? Why did he get stuck with this!? Rin didn't even know what was going on-

His thoughts stopped there and shifted elsewhere. Why didn't Rin have to face this? Yukio was the only one to see these demons and have this pain, while his brother remained stupidly oblivious. That just wasn't fair...it wasn't... he was younger then Rin even, so why did he get out of it when Yukio didn't!? The child glared at the dirt as if it would answer his questions, but he only got silence as a reply.

Yukio had to admit it now, he was jealous of Rin... of his happiness, of his oblivious nature, and of his freedom. Rin was free to do whatever with his life and he tossed it away already... while Yukios life was already planned for him, it wasn't fair!

"Why do you get out of it!? Why can't you make something of your life!? WHY CAN'T YOU JUST DIE!?" he screamed at nothing, then covered his mouth, why was he thinking like that? Didn't he have any heart at all? He just wished that upon his Nee-san...the one he wanted to protect...

Tears started hitting the dirt freely now as Yukio stood there, tears dripping down his face, he then fell to his knees and vomited up more Miasma and blood, which just made the tears fall quicker. It hurt, and he hurt...

...he wished that if anyone died, it was him.