Hello all. Thanks for putting this story on your alerts list. Sorry, I'd sound more animated but I ain't feeling my best. So anyway, I'll pass this on. More insane Akito. The next one is a lot more cheerful.
Title: Innocence
Rating: T
Characters: Akito, Agito, Kaito
Summary: They assumed he was innocent. That was the worst mistake they made.
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Fragmented
3. Innocence
They assumed he was pure. That was a lie. They assumed he was shy. That was a lie. They assumed he was weak. That was the worst lie of all. That was the last mistake they made.
Akito Wanijima was, in truth, a bitter and jaded person, who hid his pain with a bright smile and kind heart. He was what everyone expected him to be. He was outwardly polite and timid, with an almost eerie pacifistic nature. He even meant it most of the time. If he didn't do that, he would reveal himself as a monster that was drowning deep in a mixture of blood and his own shattered psyche. It wouldn't be the first time. It probably wouldn't even been the last time.
No one ever seemed to see it. They saw Akito and though he was okay and normal. People saw Agito and worried, for him and for their lives. As far as Agito was concerned, humans were a bunch of fools. Akito never disapproved of the idea, so he assumed it was one of those things that they had agreed upon.
Agito knew that the darkness in his brother's heart could come out. It was what partially had created him after all. But he had seen it reveal itself before. Multiple times in truth. Once was particularly nasty however. When they were nine, or their body was at least, they had been thrown into a detention facility. It was going to be shut down soon, and Kaito had owed someone a favor. It was a safety measure, as they were becoming incredibly noticed lately. Damn the media. It had only been a day, but a day was more than enough time.
The prisoners were rough and rowdy, and tried to beat the poor kids up. Agito had wanted to come out, to tell them to fuck off and leave them alone or force them if need be. But Akito had refused, claiming it would get them both in trouble. Agito, despite his troubled heart at the time, had listened. So he bore it. Akito smiled and laughed and was a perfect little angel, all while he mentally walked on a fraying tightrope. Agito had watched with growing discomfort. But at the end of the day, a mere thirty minutes before Kaito would be there, the little boy snapped.
The prisoners, thinking his smiles as arrogance, had surrounded him against a wall, taunting and jeering, moving ever closer. Akito had remained silent and still as stone. In their shared mind, Agito had felt the "air" cool and the normal water they walked upon froze. Agito remembered walking up to him, that stiff, pale, tiny body. He had looped his arms gently around his neck and watched. He had glimpsed a glint that was always in his own eyes in the gaze locked on the mirror. The gaze that normally watched warmly had become cool, deadly, and contemptuous even. Agito remembered feeling terror, an alien emotion to him, and strangely enough, an ecstasy similar to feeling blood drape his skin like a cloak. Akito had smiled once more, a shark-like grin that chilled blood to its core and indicated a massacre that would be difficult to stop. Akito wore no ATs but at that moment, he hadn't needed them.
His voice, soft, sweet, and murderous, had trickled through the air, "Sayonara." By the time the guards had reached the courtyard, every single one of those prisoners had been literally torn to shreds with the boy standing meekly in the middle, drenched in blood and glaring with his golden eye. The ones that had not been fighting were staring at the officers in silence. A few were shaking their heads in exasperation. They had expected it.
Kaito had come, rushed by the warden's report. He had found the nine-year old licking his fingers and grinning still, blood drying all over his hair. And all he had said was,
"I pushed back Onii-chan. I'm sorry." But he wasn't. It was hours later, in the dead of night, when Kaito heard Akito crying. Crying and laughing hollowly inside his cage, the boy whispered to himself, to Agito really, about how awful yet wonderful it was to be this way. And Agito knew the truth of that statement and had silently hugged his too-far gone older brother. Kaito had come in and very gently taken them out and held them close and let Akito howl and cry and laugh. And they had been grateful.
He found it hilarious that he, the current Fang King who was constantly called a monster, was more innocent than his sweet older brother. It's amazing what people think they see. It's amazing how stupid people can be.