I don't really know anything about Fai and Yuui's mother. They don't ever say anything, do they?

.o2. deuxième sang

Now, let's make it bleed

Oh, God---it hurt, it hurt, the whispers hurt, it was better when they couldn't hear, didn't any one have any common courtesy? Didn't they deserve at least some common courtesy?

You're cursed, you're evil, why won't you leave our (not yours) kingdom, why are you punishing us, don't you see what you're doing, why don't you just die.

No one but the other wanted them, and Yuui would cling to his brother and cry (until, one day, he finally ran out of tears), and Fai would shield him, take the insults and snide remarks (and he would cry inside, with no one to comfort him).

Not even their own mother wanted to see them, speak to them---touch them, hold them, tell them she loved them (and even as they accepted she nevernevernever would, they still longed to hear that lie)--she even forced them to call her 'My Lady,' or 'Your Majesty' in front of any one else.

Yet, Yuui couldn't sto himself---everyday, even as his brother slept, the boy would sneak to his mother's bedroom, watch her work, sing, read, cry, all from the crack in her door.

And, one day, he really couldn't hold back.

He opened the door---didn't even bother to knock, and was almost surprised when the woman didn't surge off the bed and try to smack him across the face for such an act (after all, she had done so for even less offense actions of his)---and looked to see his mother, the queen, lying limply on her bed.

Crossing the room, softly, almost silently, a strange smell attacked Yuui's nose---it was tangy, and salty, what is it? Was she drinking?

And then, standing a few feet from the lush bed, he saw it--

Redredred, staining the sheets, the pillow case, the curtain, her hands, her hair; so beautiful, white and smooth as corn silk, skin like milk, that was now slowlyslowlyslowly curdling.

"Your Majesty?" He called, a numb sensation spreading through his body, from his toes to the tips of his fingers--because this couldn't possibly, couldn't possibly...

"Y...your Majesty..." Yuui kneeled, dropped to the floor, and swung his arm almost wildly, grasping the arm until his found his mother's long, slender hand--as cold as it ever was--now limp and lifeless.

"Please, speak to me..." He whispered, gripping so tightly his knuckles turned white. "I know you hate me...I know you hate me...but please..."

She didn't answer; he didn't expect her to, but at the same time, he wanted her to wake up, to sit up, to yell at him, smack him across the face, place a hand on his head if she was feeling sympathetic--something, something---

---JUST TELL ME YOU'RE ALIVE---

Sobbing reached Yuui's ears, and it took him a moment to realise it was him, crying, "Mother...mother...mother..."

He held her hand to his cheek, kissed it, hugged it, and thought angrily, sadly, and with sudden clarity--

---Oh, God, you're going to blame us for this, too, aren't you?