AN: I want to add this, since I didn't in the last chapter, this is a story I wrote awhile back so it isn't all that great. I am merely uploading this next chapter due to request. I love you guys! If this story is liked well enough, I might consider actually finishing it.

Giruru held his baby brother over his shoulder, patting his backside gently as he walked around his bedroom. "Burp~ Burp, burp, burp~" He sang in an older but squeaky tone until a small, jumpy sound came from the child. Giruru giggled and held him up high, looking up at him with a proud smile, "There you go! That wasn't hard, was it?" The toddler giggled softly and reached out towards him, trying to grab his hat.

Every day was like this since their mother died two years back. He was forced into becoming mature quickly, tail or not. His father refused to take care of the baby, whom he had named Dokuku after he said his first word- unsurprisingly "Doku.". Later on, they learned that that would be the ONLY thing he would ever say. It was a rare case, but very possible for it to happen if given the right gene pool. He lacked the ability to learn or comprehend a firm language and it was a surprise that he was even able to understand simple resonance.

Giruru had stopped going to regular school so he could care for Dokuku since his father didn't care for him, now being taught by a teacher at his old school who had taken pity on him. He didn't like the reason for it, but he needed some form of education to take care of his brother.

"Dokuuu…Dokuuu…" The tad hummed as he played with his hat flaps, his light blue eyes entranced by the soft material. Giruru smiled warmly and slowly walked backwards to sit and lay back on his bed while he played with his hat. "They say you can't talk, but I understand you completely…" Giruru whispered to him with a grin, "It's like a secret language… isn't it?"

A loud, angry yell sounded through the small home, interrupting his conversation with Dokuku. The white tad quickly retracted his hands from Giruru's hat and curled up fearfully and started to whimper, already knowing what happens when that angry voice sounded. He sat up, holding the frightened tadpole closely and protectively. "Shh, shh… Stay right here on this bed. I won't let Papa hurt you…" Carefully, Giruru set the teary-eyed kid on the bed, next to the pillows. "Don't move. I'll be right back. I promise." He gave a warm smile before backing away and then turning to the door with a sigh.

He opened the door and poked his head out to look down the hall, seeing several pieces of broken glass scattered across the floor. Giruru bit his lip, holding back the whimpering cry of fear he wanted so bad to come out. Shakily, he locked the door behind him so his father wouldn't be able to get in if he wanted to. He walked down the hall slowly, dodging the broken glass that scattered the hall way floor. As he took a moment to examine the walls, he saw old picture frames that were hanging up were now broken. It scared him more than ever. With a last, worry-filled swallow, he peeked into the living room.

The living room was worse. Could it even be called a living room anymore? Perhaps cold room… torcher chamber even? Giruru looked around the messy room, seeing turned over furniture and broken antiques and some of his old toys scattered across the room. Papa must have been going through old things… His father was leaned over the coffee table, holding his head and shaking violently as he cried. Giruru stared at him from the entrance to the living room, biting his knuckle nervously. Holding back a whimper, he walked forward and stopped when he was standing next to him. Giruru was half his father's size, so while he was bent over it seemed they were the same size.

"P…Papa?" His father flinched his head up to glare at Giruru as if he had insulted him. "You… YOU! Little BASTARD! Caring for the child… no, DEMON that killed your own MOTHER!" Giruru backed away a little, covering his face protectively, "I-It wasn't his fau-"

"LISTEN TO HIM! IT WASN'T HIS FAULT!?" His father laughed madly, "THEN WHO'S WAS IT!? WHY DID SHE DIE THEN, HUH!?" The crazed Keronian screamed down at him, stalking closer with every word. "I-I-I don't know! I-It was her time I gu-"

"NO! IT WAS THAT BASTARD DEMON'S FAULT! If… if he hadn't been born… if he never existed-"

"STOP IT, PAPA! IT'S NOT DOKUKU'S FAULT! Mama loved him VERY much! I-I love him very much! Why can't you?!"

Giruru was panting from his outburst and his father was staring… and then glaring… and then yelling, "How- How DARE you?!" A cold slap rang through the room and flung Giruru off to the side and onto the ground with a loud shriek as a small, stray piece of glass stabbed into his right eye. But, this went ignored by the father, "Ungrateful little BRAT! Your mother never loved that demon! She was dead before he was even there! How DARE you betray your mother like that! I should just give you both away- NO! I should just rid the WORLD of you both. Who in this world would want horrible children like you?!"

Giruru rolled into a tight ball, holding his bleeding eye and sobbing painfully as his father threw constant insults at him. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He shouted whenever he could, wanting to avoid any more pain. It was too much, he felt blackness coming in- no! He couldn't. Dokuku needed him to be strong. Giruru pulled himself to a sitting up position, but was forced back down by a foot set on top of his head. "Unlock your door… then I'll accept your apology. If you don't… I'll hurt you more…" His voice was deep and scary, but Giruru shook his head with a small sob, "I-I can't. You'll hurt Dokuku…AH!" He felt the foot on the back of his head push down stronger, forcing the glass in his eye to go deeper. He squirmed and screamed underneath him miserably, "NO, NO, NO! STOP! STOOP! IT HURTS!"

Giruru was forced to endure several more minutes of this torture, his voice starting to become hoarse as his screams tore his throat. Finally, the purple-blue Keronian holding him down gave up, becoming bored with it. "Clean yourself up and this room then stay out of my sight." Giruru merely laid there for the longest time, shivering and coughing up blood until he felt a small surge of energy and will to get up. He held his heavily bleeding eye and staggered to the bathroom to fix his wound.

It was around twelve at night when Giruru had cleaned both himself and the mess his father had made. Half of his face was covered in blood -soaked bandages and tears while a his hands were bandaged up from scraping them up against the ground. Dokuku was asleep on the bed, curled up and sucking his thumb. Giruru stared. That's all he did after he had closed the door and locked it. He stared for the longest time before breaking down into a small cry, dropping to his knees and then on the floor completely. He covered his head and sobbed into the floor, "Why, why, why? Why me? Why is this happening to me? Why did Mama die? Why did she have to die?" His voice raised an octave as he tried to hold his voice down. Giruru squeezed his yellow hat in anger and sadness, "Why? Why? Why?!"

A small touch against the top of his head brought him out of his cries. He jerked his head up in shock and saw a confused, chubby-cheeked face. "Dokuu…" The toddler seemed unsure if he should cry too, but seemed to make up his mind as Giruru quickly pulled him into a tight, needing hug. "Dokuku, I-I'm sorry I woke you up. I'm sorry… S-Sorry…" Dokuku naturally latched around him. Giruru knew Dokuku had no clue why he was being hugged or that it was for emotional support, but it was still comforting to have someone there beside him. It gave him some sort of purpose for being here and alive. After a long silence, Dokuku had fallen asleep in Giruru's hold and Giruru had finally calmed down. He leaned back against the door comfortably and held him close, whispering quietly, "D-D…Don't worry, Dokuku. I'll always take care of you. Papa may not love you, but I do. That's all you need…"

It's three o' clock in the morning and Giruru was awake with Dokuku in the cradle of his arm and his bottle in his free hand. Thankfully, his grandmother would supply Giruru with an allowance of some sorts to buy the things Dokuku would need. This was all kept behind his father's back of course, so whenever Giruru was caught feeding the tad he would yell and scream about how stealing money for demon food was wrong. Giruru gave a tired roll of the eye as he gently bounced the two year old while he drank, "Ya know, you're getting a little old for this stuff. Starting tomorrow, I'm gonna start giving you less of this icky, white water, got it?" There was no meaningful reply back. Only a little, happy hum as Dokuku finished the last of his bottle. "Good. Let's go back to sleep now, alright?"

Instead of falling asleep on the floor, he crawled up onto his bed and tucked both of them snuggly under the covers. "We should go to the park tomorrow… You haven't gone out for… for like a week…" Giruru ended in a soft yawn as he slowly drifted off along with the toddler.

After getting out of the house without their father seeing, which one could call fairly easy since he stayed in his room, Giruru held Dokuku as they walked down the sidewalk. It was around midday, so the temperature was just right and the sky was tented a light blue. A beautiful day one could call it. Although, a few noisy others ruined the peacefulness of it, Giruru had noted to himself. But, he could not help but to feel a heavy envy for the playing tadpoles. No. I'm thankful for what I have. Dokuku is all I need to be happy. On the thought of Dokuku, he looked over at the curious toddler who was batting at a passing space insect. Looked. Giruru sighed as he looked away from the playful tad. He hasn't been able to open his right eye since the other day. Because of this, he tied a new wrap around his eye.

"HEADS UP!"

PONG!

The soccer ball fell off his face after sticking there for a good second. Giruru stood there for a moment, registering the coursing pain and blood running to his face. His grip twitched and his eye quirked. He wanted to scream and cry. He wanted to run home and tell his Papa to make it better. But no. Dokuku was there and staring. Even he looked like he was about to cry just from the fright.

"A-Ah, sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. Is the kid alright?" A dark purple tadpole with yellow visors that seemed a tad too big for him hurried to his aid, but sort of stopped to stare at his bandaged face

Giruru's mouth opened and closed as he tried to find words. Had he forgotten how to speak to kids his age? He hasn't been isolated from others that long, has he? But, something was boiled up inside him. Why was he so angry? His face hurt, but it would be fine. He'd normally brush it off after an apology. But… Dokuku. They had scared Dokuku. They could have hit him. The thought slowly angered him more and more. Finally, his voice found itself slowly.

"H-Hey, kid are you alri-"

"G-…G-get away from us," he replied after a while hoarsely in a bitter voice.

"Wha-"

"GET AWAY! LEAVE US ALONE!"

Giruru hurriedly bolted away from the other tadpole, holding Dokuku closely so he wouldn't drop him. Th-That jerk! He could have hurt Dokuku! Mindless tadpole! Mindless Mindless Mindless! He knew the dark purple tad had said something about his behavior as soon as he bolted away, but he found himself not caring for it. Dokuku giggled lightly as he was bounced up and down by the fast paced running. The innocent laughs started to melt away and eat away his anger, bringing him to a slow, panting stop.

"A-Are you okay, Dokuku?"

"Doookuu Doku~"

"That's good." He smiled, seeming to understand the words slightly. When he's happy, he drags out the word… He stood there a moment until he finally started to really react to the pain, "Tss! I-It hurts!" he rubbed his non-visible nose where it had hit hardest. Dokuku lifted a pudgy hand to his face, giving it a gentle, innocent rub. Giruru couldn't help a small giggle as he rubbed the sore spot, "Thank you. It feels a lot better now." With a light, caring kiss to the forehead, he went on down the sidewalk with a much happier stride. But, he couldn't help the feeling that he was being watched… Oh well.

He sat down on the park bench with a sigh, "I'm thankful the park isn't too far from home." He set Dokuku down on the ground on his feet hoping to get him practicing walking more, but it seemed all he was interested in was standing there and holding onto the park bench for balance. "You're not gonna make me get up, are you?"

"Dokuu?"

"Looks like you are…" With a small smile, he hopped up off the bench and walked a few feet away from where he was. Dokuku reacted with a small, upset squeak and fumbled away from the bench to follow Giruru. "Come on. It's just a few little steps…"

Half way there… A quarter of the way there… almost there…! And he fell down onto his rump. He gave a small whimper and little lip quiver before starting a small, whining cry.

"Oh come on now… It didn't hurt that much. You're okay."

Giruru bent down to him, receiving the normal reaction from Dokuku of holding his hands up to pick him up. "Ohh, you're so pitiful. I'm telling you you're fine." He laughed softly as he picked the tad up anyways. And, spontaneously, Dokuku cheered up and began to giggle and smile again.

"You little trickster, you! You were faking it, weren't you?" he asked with a laugh and tapped foreheads with the toddler, receiving a curious hand to his cheek in turn. There's that feeling again. Giruru turned his head in search of eyes. No one visible… but the feeling wouldn't go away.

"Who's there?"

"Me."

Giruru jumped at the close voice, pulling Dokuku closer to himself and glaring everywhere but at the voice. "Where are you?! Show yourself!"

"I-I'm right here…" it, or possibly a he by the sound of it, replied in an offended tone. It wasn't until then that Giruru noticed an extra shadow by his brother and him. But no one was standing over it, so how…

Suddenly, the shadow came up in a three dimensional plane, sending a frightened shiver down Giruru's spine and a curious giggle from Dokuku. Unexpectedly, a white tadpole with wavy, odd black markings over his face and hat flaps —if it even was a hat for that matter—and a purple, glowing crossed circle over his eye. He also wore a purple scarf that almost seemed a tad oversized around the neck. A very peculiar looking tadpole to say in the least. The least. Perhaps the only normal thing about him was his tadpole tail.

The strange kid poked his fingers together nervously, "Uh- Sorry if I frightened you. I-I was curious so I followed you."

"You follow Keronians who make you curious?"

"Now when you say it like that it sounds creepy!" the other flushed in embarrassment and gripped at his scarf.

"Well you are creepy. Just leave us alone…"

"I won't hurt him; I promise! I'm really good with babies," he muttered as he crouched down next to the still squatted others. "Besides, you looked a little lonely."

"W-Well I'm not," Giruru glanced to the side in annoyance, "I've got Dokuku."

"Well now you've got me too!" Even though Giruru couldn't exactly see a visible mouth, he could somehow tell he was smiling. He sighed and held out his hand reluctantly, "I-I'm Giruru. This is Dokuku, my little brother." The other boy took the hand with a relaxed grip and happy expression, "I know. I saw you talking- e-err… not to sound creepy or something. Um, but my name is Kagege. Nice to meet you!"