note, possible trigger warning mentions of emotion and death (sorry)

"N-no..."

Yuki struggled against the weight of Subaru. The white haired male had pinned him to the wall and he seemed to be especially displeased with Ayato's claim markings. He bit hard on Yuki's shoulder. It felt like life was slowly trickling out of him. He felt weaker by the second and would have collapsed if not for Subaru holding him up.

Subaru felt sick. He felt angry. His grip tightened on the girl in front of him. He needed to feel some sort of control but this... he pulled away, a scowl on his face.

"You're mine. Don't forget it" he murmured and then he disappeared. Yuki slumped to the floor. He felt drained from the loss of blood and the constant struggling. The young male passed out.

A week later...

Yuki was in his room. He was starting to see a similarity between all the Sakamaki brothers. They were all possessive in some way. They did have differences, though. Ayato was somewhat a narcisist, Kanato was suppressed, Laito perverted, Shu depressed, Reiji a sadist, and Subaru was angry. Even though they all had something the other didn't, they were still so alike.

The young boy rose from the bed and opened the door. He wanted to help all of them in some way but he did not know how to. Yuki left the room, walking down the halls aimlessly. He never knew what to do and he was tired of that. If he thought about it, he did share a trait with one of the brothers. Kanato. His tendency to suppress things - even though it was to make other people feel better and not worry about him - was very prominent and pretty sad. Yuki never seemed to voice anything and this caused him to have sudden moments of dissatisfaction with himself.

That was usually all that happened but this time... he fell to his knees. A sudden wave of rage hit him. Hard. Yuki had very strong urge to smash something. Make something shatter or punch a wall. He turned his amber gaze away from the carpeted floor. Yuki saw glass. He got up and walked over to the antiques. Picking one up, he threw it as hard as he could against the wall. It shattered. His eyes currently couldn't see anything but he was momentarily back to himself. Yuki then saw what he did.

"Oh no..."

Depression. The emotion washed over him out of nowhere, just as strong as the other had. He started crying. "No no..." his hand was on the wall and he slowly slid to his knees. Tears still streamed down his face and thoughts of every mistake he had ever made flashed through his mind. It was too strong. Intense. He just wanted it to stop. He felt like dying. At that moment, it seemed like the only thing that could end the terrible feeling.

Then it came to an abrupt stop. He gasped and his vision cleared again only to darken once more.

Hate and confusion overwhelmed him. He curled up into a ball, rocking back and forth. Yuki gripped himself so tightly that it hurt. Then he felt a hand on his shoulder. His vision returned and he snapped.

"Don't touch me!" He screamed. The boy was still crying and through his tears he could see all six of the Sakamaki brothers. Ayato was the one who had touched him and the red head stepped back, a furious look on his face.

"Oi! Don't-" he was interrupted by Reiji. The crimson eyed male was eyeing Yuki carefully. "Ayato." That was all he said.

The emotion was still strong and Yuki glared at all of them. Then it ended but it was immediately replaced with a desire to see both love and pain. He tried to stand but only fell back down. Yuki lay on the carpet, he could see now and he was staring at Laito.

"What's wrong with her?" Laito whispered to no one in particular. No one had an answer.

Yuki's position had shifted but he still lay down. The shift caused his top to slip, revealing more of his shoulders. His skirt had risen too and his eyes held an expression that could usually be found in Laito's gaze. Desire.

All the Sakamaki's were quiet. None if them knew what to do. Even Ayato had nothing to say.

Something more happened. First, a self-centered kind of mindset overtook him. Nothing much happened on the outside for that but the feeling was as strong as the others had been. What happened next was the worst of them all.

Everything he had just gone through in segments hit all at once. The anger, depression, confusion, desire, everything. Yuki was crying and screaming at the same time. His vision was dark and the waves' emotion got more intense by the second.

The young boy was on his hands and knees, shaking. His head whipping from side to side and his eyes shut tight. By far, this was the worst he had ever felt in his whole life.

As the moments past, the emotion grew unbearable. Yuki's arms gave out and he fell to the ground. Overwhelmed, the poor boy passed out for the second time in one week.