I walked into class, not looking at my younger brother as I did. I didn't want to think about the incident yesterday, but every time I saw him I was reminded. When a family member walked in you cutting yourself, you would expect them to freak out, right? For them to get worried, wonder why in the world someone they cared about was doing something like this? To want to help them with whatever pushed them over to edge, helped them get pass this struggle?

Well, I guess they'd have to actually care for that to happen. True, he had been shocked to find out, but it's not like he actually cared about me or what happens. If it wasn't for our dad he would have killed me right on the spot the first day of school, or even long before.

I wanted to act like I didn't care. LIke it didn't matter to me what he thought or how he felt. I would be lying to myself. He was my brother, how could I not care about him? I've always cared about him and I always would. I just wish I could understand why he was acting so cruel towards me. I never did anything to him. I protected him, helped him when he needed it, was there when he needed someone. I was always supporting him in his dream to become a doctor, because I knew he could do it. So why? Why did he hate me? Because it was my fault dad died? Or because I was a demon? He was the only family I had left...and every snap, every glare, every crititic hurt. It felt like a stab in the heart. It didn't help that my once friends were now acting the same. There wasn't a single person I could go to, that I could ask for advice, that I could just talk to. The only thing left I had for comfort was my knife.

I could feel their glares as I walked quickly to my seat, which was now away from all of them. I also saw some of them not even looking at me, fear in their eyes. Was I really that terrifying? What did I even do? Save them from Amaimon. That's what I did. Yeah, I lost control, but I didn't hurt anyone of them. A familiar anger began to rise in my chest. It just wasn't fair. I didn't do anything to deserve this. Besides being born, that is. But that wasn't my fault. No one can control that. That fact obviously doesn't matter to any of them.

The anger died down after almost a minute, being replaced by the numbness of knowing no matter what I thought it wouldn't change what they thought. No matter what I said to justify the situation I doubted I would get my friends back, much less my brother. The thought made me want to cry right there, but I forced myself not to. I didn't want any of them to think I was actually hurt, though I was sure they wouldn't care either way.

I didn't pay any attention to the lesson at all, being lost in my own train of thoughts. I didn't notice as the minutes pass by, and I didn't notice when the bell rang. I didn't notice Yukio leave, and I didn't notice my classmates gets up and leave. I didn't notice Bon stopping at the door, or Shima and Konekomaru giving him a weird look before shaking their heads and walking outside of the room. I continued to stare down at the desk, oblivious to everything but my thoughts. My emotions continued growing with each second, beginning to feel unbearable. I didn't notice as the older boy walked over to me.

I didn't notice the tears rolling down my cheeks.

I stared up at my younger brother as he stared down at me. Shock was written on his face, but it quickly turned to anger. I just sat there silently, not knowing what to say as the rest of the cuts healed. The silence lasted for several minutes before Yukio spoke, "What the hell are you doing?"

I didn't reply for a minute, and just looked away. "It doesn't matter."

"It doesn't matter?!" He exclaimed. "You're sitting here, cutting yourself, and you say it doesn't matter?!"

"Just leave me alone…" I said, not in the mood to argue with Yukio once again. Yukio narrowed his eyes.

"Fine." He said. "If you want to suffer alone then have fun." He tch'd, "You're so selfish."

That comment sent a spark of anger to race through me. I stood up. "I'm selfish? How am I being selfish?"

He glared at me. "Father gave his life for you and this is how you repay him? By sitting around, hurting yourself, being wrapped in your own self pity?"

My tail lashed in anger, "Why does it even matter? Why do you care what I do?"

"You know what, for once you're right." He said. "You can go die for all I care. There's just more proof Father should have never saved you, demon." He walked out of the room, not looking back. I just stood there in a shocked silence. I knew Yukio was upset with me, and I had been suspecting he felt that way, but a part of me had always hoped my suspicions were wrong. I slowly sat back down, leaning against the wall. My gaze lingered on the bloodied knife for a few seconds before I looked away, wondering if anything would ever get better.

"Rin!" The shout pulled me out of my memory and I looked up in surprise. Concerned, brown eyes were staring down at me.

"B-I mean….what are you doing here?" I heard my voice crack and silently cursed myself, clearing my throat.
"You were just staring off and being really unresponsive…" His voice faded off as I looked at him with an expression that said, 'so...again, why are you here?' "Are you okay?" He asked instead.

That question sent a wave of surprise to hit me dead on and I wasn't able to keep it off my face for a long moment. After getting control of my emotions back I glared at him, "Why do you care?"

He thought for a moment before replying simply, "you're crying."

"No I'm not." I said and reached up to touch my face, feeling another round of surprise as I felt the wet proof of tears. I quickly wiped my eyes with my sleeve and stood up. I began to walk past him when I felt him grab my arm, his grip tight. I turned to look at him.

"I'm serious," He said. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." I growled, yanking my arm away from him. "I don't need your damn help or whatever." I saw a flash of anger cross his expression. He didn't get the chance to respond, because I was already gone.

So, the characters are obviously a bit OC'd in this fic. Yukio's gonna be unusually cruel because...plot. Thanks for reading ;)