AN: Just saw it was only 2k words, and I am disappointed. It felt longer than that, so I'm going to write a bit more. This chapter is going to be really, really short, but I just want a little bit more on the history of Shizuo/Kasuka. I'll go as I go.

Anywho! I'll call this part two of Chapter 8. We'll call these two chapters.. um.. 'Colors.' (๑-﹏-๑) (Btw, I just discovered these cute little faces. My lord, I'm addicted to them.)

Enjoy!

Shizuo never liked fighting.

He would often see the other kids playing rough, but he already knew he couldn't. Not that he wanted to, anyway.

Most of the time, the brunette child would watch from the window of his home as the other children played, longing to be apart of a group of normality. He felt guilty for thinking so, sometimes, like he somehow blamed his brother. He didn't, but he felt as though his brother thought so. His brother seemed so sad when he looked at Shizuo.


Most of the villagers couldn't tell, as Kasuka had a rather deadpan face, but Shizuo could always read his older brother's expressions.

His brother had been much more sad lately, though.

And Shizuo knew it was his fault.


Kasuka had brought over girls plenty of times before, sometimes, even, men. The walls were thin, so he'd often hear the sounds of sex during the night, and he wondered why he never heard his brother. It always seemed to be alien voices, like his brother was not there.

The girls stopped coming though, and there was just one. Shizuo heard Kasuka with her.

Her name was Ruri. She was as deadpan as Kasuka sometimes, and they seemed to be able to read each other unlike anyone else. Shizuo could sometimes tell which emotions Ruri had, but it was only because of the time he spent with Kasuka.

Ruri stopped coming over, though, when Shizuo asked if she was pregnant. She had gotten a tad larger, and he asked with curiosity, if the child would be just like him.

Kasuka and Ruri fought that night, and his brother's voice rose for the first time since Shizuo could remember.

He never saw Ruri after that, and Kasuka told Shizuo that she wasn't pregnant. When the brunette asked if he had hurt her feelings by calling out her large stomach, Kasuka shook his head and told his little brother that she was just gaining weight.

"There won't be anyone like you, Shizuo."

The way Kasuka said it felt more like poison, but Shizuo knew his brother would never say anything full of malice. He knew his brother was probably just sad that Ruri wouldn't be coming over.

Shizuo smiled, hugging his older brother and telling him he'd always be there.


Kasuka was becoming more and more distant. Shizuo would see less and less of his brother, and he seemed to be avoiding doing the entertainment he once did for the village children.

Most nights, the older brother would lie in bed and stare at his ceiling, completely unaware Shizuo would watch him from the door frame wondering why his brother would lay in bed and not sleep.

He probably couldn't see Shizuo, though, as he had covered his window with a red blanket.


The elder brother began drinking, mostly red wine. He would accidentally knock Shizuo over and let out a weak apology before hiding in his room. Shizuo would bring him the food he forgot to eat for days. Kasuka would thank him, but he would never eat it.

The younger brother knew Kasuka would eat when he felt like it. He always loved when Shizuo made him sweets, so he'd try to make them when he found enough money to buy them. He began counting change.


Shizuo had turned 11 some time ago, and he saw a child that looked like Ruri with a large red bow in her hair. There was also something much more familiar about the child, but Shizuo couldn't place his finger on it.

He couldn't wait to tell Kasuka about seeing her, but when he did, the older brother didn't seem all too happy.

Shizuo realized how much his brother missed Ruri.


Kasuka wouldn't talk most days. Most of the time, he'd drink red wine all day, and when Shizuo would greet him, his brother would simply say,

"I do love you, brother."

Shizuo loved him, too.


Shizuo fell to his knees as he saw Kasuka. His brother had a broken glass of wine in his hand and a picture of him and Shizuo under him. Shizuo wept, pulling the picture and holding it.

Shizuo couldn't keep the picture, though, as Kasuka's face was covered by red.

There was only red.


Shizuo stared at Izaya, trying to wake the twitching Original. He froze.

The raven's eyes were terrifying, yes, but Shizuo realized what was happening as a tint of red replaced Izaya's normal black hair.

Soon, Shizuo only saw red.

I wanted Shizuo to have something similar to Izaya, but I also know Kasuka really does love Shizuo. I couldn't bring myself to make Kasuka abusive or anything. I could just see Kasuka being depressed and a young Shizuo not realizing it because Shizuo is just a big, tall bucket of happiness and sunshine. (´▽`;)

Also, I just wanted to add that if you guys DO want a Q/A, it can be questions OTHER than asking the cast.

Like, if you guys have questions that I could answer about the story, I would answer that. For example, to the reviewer asking me if the Originals can die in other ways besides for the heart and brain:

Yes, actually! Originals can die metaphorically.

If a Berzerk is in control for too long, then their existence basically becomes a consciousness instead of a soul that can take control! So, while their body is still alive and there is something controlling it, the Original is no longer strong enough to take back its body. This is why Kida and Shinra pushed Izaya out of the village. He wouldn't calm down, and they couldn't bring themselves to kill him themselves, so he was casted out.


Oooo, I actually kind of like that! Okay, okay. There won't be a Q/A per se, but if you guys want to ask questions, I will answer 1-2 each chapter at the end. Woot! New things! This'll be fun. ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ