Requiem
In the village of sand, no one understood how the beautiful read-headed child had become the emotionally withdrawn, rage-driven misanthropist he was now.
There were only two people who knew the reason.
The other one had caused it, the other one was the red-head himself.
The reason for the reason for his change was only clear to one of the two who knew.
Not to the red-head.
He had spent two thirds of the nights of his entire life not sleeping, but repeating the same question over and over again. Why.
This was one of those nights.
-flashback-
"Aniki, please..stop...no....oniichan...don't...please..."