You’re not my brother anymore.
For a moment longer than intended, these words rang in the
mind of the younger sibling, and it had done more damage
than one would thought it might have. The idea of a saying
( “ An action speaks louder than words, ” ) whoever came up
with it were wrong; words can do as much as damage as an
action. They could have the similar message or contradict
each other yet remain to lead the other party to become hurt.
Alas, his pain could not be seen for it was masked by the
front he had put up. However, he knows—- there are things
that simply could not be suppressed, and EMOTIONS was
one of them; no matter how many times he told himself this was
no time to be emotional, his body still tensed up as a response
An indication that he was, indeed, affected by the words spouted
from his sibling’s mouth.
His composure was kept nonetheless, but his mind? Nowhere
close to a state of peacefulness as one thought after another
chaotically hurdled from place to place, leaving him to become
a vessel lacking of words. No, the young child did not dare to
throw a glance nor would he want to imagine the expression
on his brother’s face. Given that they were tied by blood and
kinship, and their connection knew of depth more than any
others since the beginning of their childhood, he could already
see how it looked like.
How is he supposed to reply after such confession was given?
I am only trying to protect you —- protect him from what? He’d
doubt that will get the other off of his back and if anything, it
would only end up arising more questions. He gritted his teeth,
he now had one last option to consider; if it meant to go forward,
there was no other choice but to severe ties.
❛ Then I guess this is how it ends. ❜
It made him wonder, how many more people would he hurt to
protect the lives around him while fulfilling his own revenge?
Perhaps it would do some good if he decided to tell the other a
hint of his plans. Only a small hint. He will not make a mention
of the demon whom he forged a contract with. He will not make
a mention of anything related to it.
❛ If you want an answer that desperately, then this is
the only thing I could tell you. Those people… who
had strip us away every inch of pride and left us to
suffer with our embarrassment– I’m not going to let
them go simply like that. I’ll make sure they suffer
the same way as we did. I’ll make sure they beg on
their knees, pleading for MERCY only to have none
of it given.
—- I will make them pay. ❜
Ciel trembles even more, trying his hardest to stand his ground. If he shows
any sign of weakness... It’ll just be a sign that he can be easily shot down, &&
he can’t let that happen.. Not now. He can’t run away this time && just deal
with this life anymore. He doesn’t want to keep being all alone, by himself
while his twin takes care of important things that he has no idea what is. Even
if he were to ask, he knows there won’t be any reveal of what the other did.
He worries... He worries every single day about the other. Multiple times
he’s returned, wounded, && Ciel feels like he’s never given a true answer
as to what happens to him to be hurt at all... It’s all lies. They’re all liars.
No one even takes a moment to consider what state it leaves the forgotten
Phantomhive twin in. No one stops && asks him how he’s doing. People tend
to forget that he even exists in this manor just as much as his brother, &&
it angers him && saddens him so much... Why... Why is he always left in the
damn shadows !?
‘Then I guess this is how it ends.’
What... What is that supposed to mean ? All he can do is stare at the other with
wide eyes, terrified that they’ll part. He takes those words so literal -- as if it’s a
goodbye. No... He doesn’t want to part with his twin. He doesn’t want to be left
behind... He can’t let that happen... No matter how much it hurts to be around
him like this, he still doesn’t want to imagine a life without him in it. No, he can’t
let things end like this.
Listening closely to what little his brother reveals then, a million thoughts rush
through his head. Revenge... ? Of course, Ciel has thought of it himself some-
times too. To get back on the people who once tortured them so, leaving them
as broken && destroyed. In all honesty.. he still can’t seem to remember what
exactly happened that day.. The only thing he can remember is that suddenly
they were home. Safe. Everything in its place... He wants to ask. Wants to know
more, but this is all he can get, && he knows it. If he continues to push it now,
his brother will only be angry at him, but then what is he supposed to do ? Just
stand back && do nothing ? Wait for something horrible to happen to his twin
&& just take it like that ? He doesn’t want to... He wants to help... Yet, being
the one of the two with a heart too weak to ever hurt anyone... Ciel doesn’t
know how he’s supposed to even hold a weapon... He’s useless. Always, always
useless no matter what...
Everything would be better without him there.
Lowering his head in defeat, tears finally roll down his cheeks as he twitches a
bit, a sob escaping his lips. It takes him all the energy he has left to gather the
strength to do anything right now, but still -- he forces himself to look back up,
only to offer the other a warm smile. Why ? Because he doesn’t want his twin
to feel guilty. He doesn’t want him to see him hurt... Even if that smile hardly
covers up the pain within his teary eyes.
&& then he turns around, leaving the other where he stands. Those two words
were the only thing he could get out, && his pace quickly speeds up the further
away he gets, until he’s running to his own room. The door slams behind him,
&& his back leans against it while a hand covers his mouth, muffling the sobs
erupting from him.
He’s better off without me in the way...
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