Author's Note: You smell that, that's the smell of a new chapter and drama in the air.

Disclaimer: I do not own Black Blood Brothers, but if I did own it then Mimiko wouldn't be able to be with Jiro because he's with Crow not Alice.


Crow awoke the next morning sore and stiff, he rubbed the back of his neck to try and alleviate the stiffness. He looked to Jiro's room, noticing Bluefire hand Jiro his breakfast before Jiro quickly shut the door. Bluefire sighed and sat down next to Crow.

"How is he?" Crow asked, worried about his student/lover, if Jiro could even be considered that anymore. Bluefire looked into his eyes, worry very evident on his face.

"He's very scared and lonely. Poor guy, I wish I could help him, but its you he needs comfort from," Bluefire replied, smiling degectedly.

"M-me? He hates me, why would Jiro need me?" Crow choked out, a blush evident on his face.

"He doesn't hate you, it was just a petty fight. Every couple has at least one or two, its good to fight on occasion because then making up brings you closer," Bluefire said seriously, a look of experience in dealing with this sort of thing. Crow stood, not daring to move until Bluefire nudged him in the right direction. Crow knocked on Jiro's door.

"Go away! I don't need anybody!" Jiro shouted from behind the door. Crow huffed as he ran his hand through his bangs, expecting this sort of reaction from Jiro.

"Come on Jiro, open up. Its not good to be alone after something traumatic like that happened," Crow replied calmly, not wanting to get riled up and make everything worse.

"Fuck off! I don't care what you say! Just leave me alone! You aren't my therapist nor are you my parent so just stay the fuck out of my life!" Jiro snapped, not daring to open the door. Crow threw the door off its hinges, not caring to hear the protests of Jiro.

"Damn it Crow your fixing my door!" Jiro snapped. Crow got a good look at Jiro, his eyes were puffy and red, a sign of crying recently, his hair was messed up like he hadn't bothered to brush it at all, and his cheeks were pink either from crying or anger it was hard to tell.

"I don't care about your door! I care about you Jiro!" Crow shouted back, more angry with himself than Jiro. Jiro tried to run away, only to be stopped by Crow's arms around his waist.

"Let go of me this instant damn it! I don't need you! I don't need anybody! I've never needed somebody before so I don't need anybody now!" Jiro snapped, trying to push his teacher off of him. Crow felt anger and felt like slapping his insolent student, but then he calmed down after processing what Jiro had said.

"You mean to say that you've never had somebody to help you?" Crow asked, not really sure what to say to his fellow Old Blood at this point.

"I've been alone for so long. My parents, Shiro, Alice, everyone who gave a damn about me died. Every single death was my fault. I truly am a black sheep, just as they said," Jiro responded, looking to the side and hiding his eyes with his bangs. Crow sat down on Jiro's bed, still holding onto his dear friend and forcing him to sit beside him.

"Who told you that?" Crow inquired. Jiro swallowed the lump in his throat, the words and confidence he had died inside him. Jiro remained silent for a good three minutes, Crow was about to ask again, but Jiro simply put a finger to his precious lover's delicate lips.

"My extended family. They blamed me for the deaths of my parents and siblings, the men at the Navy base blamed me for Shiro's death, and everyone blames me for Alice's death. You probably do as well," Jiro's voice waivered, he was on the verge of tears now. Crow wrapped his arms around Jiro's waist, making the latter gasp and try to push him away.

"D-don't touch me! Please! I'm not-," Jiro cried before the tears slowly cascaded down his cheeks, covering his mouth with one hand so he could muffle his sobs. Crow embraced the crying Black Blood, caressing his cheek before softly pecking his forehead.

"Shh, it's okay. I don't blame you for Alice's death, nobody could have predicted it. Not even that bitch Cassa herself. As for the other deaths I'm positive they wouldn't want that to weigh so heavily upon your heart," Crow said softly into Jiro's ear, his hot breath tickling the sensative skin. Jiro nuzzled his face into Crow's shoulder, not wanting his boyfriend to see him like this.


Crow sat there with Jiro, comforting the Black Blood and whispering sweet nothings into his ear. Jiro eventually calmed down, he managed to cry most of his pent up sadness and as a result made Crow's shirt very damp on the left shoulder.

"Feel better now?" Crow inquired as he took out a tissue from his pocket. Jiro took it and blew his stuffed up nose into it, discarding the used paper into the trash can beside his bed. Jiro simply nodded and yawned, bawling his eyes out drained him both physically and emotionally. He laid his head down in Crow's lap, daring to stare up into his teacher's dark eyes.

"I-I'm sorry Crow. About last night, I shouldn't have yelled at you like that. I was just so frustrated that I couldn't defend myself that I took it out on you. I-it was very wrong of me to do so and I...I...I could never appologize enough. Just please, don't be the fifth person to break my heart. Its so fragile I don't think I could ever pick up all the pieces again," Jiro said, looking ready to cry again.

"Jiro, there's no need to cry. I'm not leaving you. Wait fifth? How am I the fifth?" Crow responded, just as confused as a kitten staring into a mirror.

"Cassa broke my heart by killing Alice, Alice broke my heart by kissing another man just to spite me, Cain well he kinda sort of...abused me, and then Zelman...he simply used me," Jiro answered.

"Cain. I can't believe he would do such a thing. What did he do to you? I'll make sure he fucking pays for hurting you," Crow growled possessively, ready to smash the Blue Wolf into a giant pile of goo.

"Well he started out by insulting me. I thought that it was nothing until...He- he," Jiro broke off to wipe away the tears he didn't notice before.

"He started making me believe his insults. He made me see myself as a fat, pathetic excuse for a Black Blood! I tried everything to please that man! I stopped eating the chocolates I love so much! I worked out everyday for four hours without a break to lose weight! I dressed like a woman for him! I bought those breast insert things just to look the part! But that wasn't good enough for Cain, no. He started hitting me. Calling me a whore and hitting me when I didn't call him or wasn't an obediant lap dog like he wanted! He even tried to rape me while I was getting dressed." Crow simply couldn't believe what he was hearing. Jiro, the most polite and strong man he knows putting up with being treated like some third-rate girlfriend from the streets.

"Why? Why didn't you just end things with him the moment it started?" Crow asked, afraid of the answer.

"I didn't want to be alone. If I broke up with Cain then no Black Blood nor Red Blood would want to be with me. God not even a Half-Blood would touch me. I thought that things would get better, maybe I would get better...the pain would stop...the urge to cut myself would stop...everything would stop," Jiro responded, a whisper by the end of his answer. Crow knew about Jiro's past with cutting.


It all started out as a normal day ten years ago, the Sanctuary was at peace. Crow was finishing up his training for the day and decided to check on Jiro. The ninety year old Black Blood was very quiet as of late and Crow wanted to make sure he was alright. Crown knew how hard it was to lose a loved one, his own sister died after she turned him.

"Jiro? Are you in here?" Crow asked as he knocked on the door to Jiro's room. Receving no answer he opened the door, not prepared for what was behind it. Standing there, staring like a deer in headlights was Jiro, no shirt on and a knife in his hand that he was currently using to slit his wrist.

"Crow! Its not what you think!" Jiro cried, a blush on his face.

"You're cutting yourself," this came out more as a statement than a question.

"I guess it is what you think," Jiro mumbled. Crow ripped the knife from Jiro's hand and threw it at the wall behind him.

"Just what were you thinking! This destructive behavior is unacceptable Jiro! How can you be a role-model for Kotaro when you're doing this sort of thing!" Crow snapped, his face red with anger.

"I don't know! I just wanted to try it and see if it would help with my grief!" Jiro exclaimed with a fearful look in his eyes.

"How long have you been doing this?" Crow demanded answers and he wanted them now.

"About three months! I wanted to stop and I tried, but the urges just kept coming and I just could help myself!" Jiro dropped to his knees and begged at Crow's feet.

"That's it! No more lessons until you're mind it stable! You are to be under my watchful eye at all times and get therapy! Just to be safe I'm taking your sword and your knives away!" Crow shouted, making Jiro cower in fear. Jiro latched onto Crow's leg, the latter dragging the Black Blood across the carpet as he gathered the sharp objects Jiro kept in his room.

"Please Crow! I'm sorry! I'll do anything else, but please not my sword! I need it! Please!" Jiro cried, trying to use the puppy-dog face to make Crow soften his punihment.

"Just for that no cooking either, and no library privilages for a month," Crow said as he detached Jiro from his leg and stormed off to hide the offending objects where Jiro couldn't hide them.


"Do you still get the urge to cut now Jiro?" Crow asked, now being a bit more level-headed than ten years ago.

"No, I'm better now. I still refuse to go to therapy though," Jiro muttured, blushing a light pink color. Crow smiled and kissed Jiro's lips.

"Good, now why don't we make up for lost time," Crow said huskily as he took his shirt off. Jiro smirked and glomped his lover, ready to kiss until his lips were so swollen he couldn't speak at all.


Author's Note: I told you guys this would be darker than my other fics. Well it's my head-canon that Jiro had tried cutting and/or suicide to try to escape his grief over Alice. Its sad and twisted I know, but looking at how heart broken Jiro looked as Alice turned to ash in his arms it probably broke him mentally as having a loved one die in your arms would do. Review and don't worry, the next chapter will be super fluffy and funny I promise.~Bff#3