Not just a little love-making. Not even vaginally. She’d been raped up the ass. She’d been fucked-fucked. Kaito had bellied over her engine block for hours trying to revive her, but to no end. She’d need a total overhaul, and he was, to say the least, a little hurt by her suffering. Normally he’d sit up all night at the hospital with her, holding her hand, helping her get through the night—you know, caring things. With a broken family he had no such luxury, though.
Poor Akito. Just imaging how he must feel was enough to upset Kaito. Poor, poor little Akito. He was so confused, and now he was probably disoriented and scared. Poor little Akito, he’s not right in the head, he needs special care or he’ll hurt himself. Poor, poor Akito. If Kaito didn’t take care of him, someone else would.
He waited just outside the school’s outer walls, sitting on a bike rack with his back to the cement wall, a cigarette in his mouth (to calm his worried nerves,) black sunglasses over his eyes and a book open in his hands. The jacket cover said something about forensic science, but the spine hinted at some kind of erotic counter-top tripe. Some people read dime romances; Kaito read dime-rapes.
And waited, glancing up behind his sunglasses on occasion so that he wouldn’t miss seeing his poor, poor little brother if he filed past.
School had dismissed minutes earlier and his peers were rushing out in what appeared to be a mob, but none of them had violent intentions, rather, they just wanted their freedom. Akito had wanted something else; Akito had wanted to see someone else. The whole point of him dashing through the crowd of people while randomly jumping to his full height to see over the towered heads, was to find Itsuki. There was no luck in finding that certain someone and he stood in his place with a frown, his right hand holding onto the strap of his book bag. A sigh came from Akito as he watched the other students file out ahead of him and he bowed his head to continue forward along the school's sidewalk.
He had an impression that Ikki had ditch him on purpose or something came up. Shrugging his shoulders he got over it quickly, wanting to enjoy his free time and his alone time. So, he stood straight, lifted his head, and ventured on with his feet forward. Of course Akito managed to throw in a fitted smile that accompanied his face quit often when he wasn't around anything awful. No matter what, he'd see Ikki at home, anyways.
That was the hard part about finding Akito in a crowd, wasn’t it? Unless he was creating chaos, he was just like a puppy in a pack of dogs—tiny. Kaito had the good luck to be intimately familiar with the particular way that Akito walked; he could have spotted his shadow in a field of mirrors. All at once, the book snapped shut.
As soon as Akito’s happy, wandering walk brought him off of the school grounds and out onto the sidewalk that circled it, a shadow eclipsed the sun.
“Akito.” He almost sang it, he was that happy to see his little brother safe, sound, and well. “Akito, where are you going? Were you looking for me? I bet you were looking for me.”
He decided that he wanted to go look at a pet store for a change, instead of going home directly. But Akito had slowed down when he noticed that he was walking in check of another shadow that seemed to caste behind him. Akito the voice that had said it suddenly caused him to cringe and raise his shoulders to try and brush it off. Yet it was said again and he slowly turned on his foot to stare up at the silhouette of his brother. "..!" Widening his eye he suddenly jerked his body back around to try and make his escape. No, in matter of fact, he wasn't looking for Kaito.
Kaito’s hand struck like a viper, grabbing for his little brother’s upper arm, twisting, jerking him back. They were still in enough of a crowd that he couldn’t afford a scene. There were too many ‘concerned educators’ around, too many adults would want to interfere. He’d have to waste time showing them his badge, and he was too hungry with worry to do that now.
Twisted into a knotted fist, his other hand smashed up into Akito’s lower back, sharp and short. Close together, it was doubtful anyone watching would see it under the fall of his hanging-off jacket. “Hey...you almost fell over, twisting around so fast. If you’re not careful, you’ll really get hurt.”
"Ah!" Akito yelped when Kaito had gotten a hold of him and he tried to budge forward but the grasp was too strong. He staggered back into the jerk and stood there, his eye slowly gaining moisture out of pure fear. Akito didn't want to go back and soon he had repeated in his head help, I don't want to go back. But the words didn't form past his mouth and stood there, helpless and vulnerable. As soon as Akito was hit he had arched away from the pain, clenching his teeth to try and not to give Kaito the satisfaction that he was winning already.
"Brother," Akito started his arm trying to move forward again, "let me go, please." I don't want to go back went through his head again, looking from left to right to find any means of escape. There were none and his head lowered at defeat.
But they were already walking. Kaito knew better than to harass a little schoolboy directly in front of the school and the crowds, and he steered Akito along in front of him as he walked—not too fast, not too slow—and whispered into his ear. “You’re going to be sorry you did this,” he promised gently, lovingly. “You’re going to be sorrier than you’ve ever been. I bet you haven’t even been thinking of my feelings.” The hand on Akito’s arm was twisting slowly. “Wondering where you’ve really been, wondering who you’ve been with.”
Hey, and for that matter- Kaito lifted his chin and pressed his mouth against Akito’s other ear as they strolled along. They must have looked so friendly, sharing secrets this way. “Why don’t you start by telling me about your new little friend?”
Akito could feel his adrenaline raising and his flesh turned cold, he had lost and they were already moving away from the crowd, away from those that could save him. By now he was shaking with Kaito's threats, swallowing down his pride - the freedom fun while it lasted - now it was coming to an end. He continued forward, but he would stall his steps to try and slow Kaito down. At random points he would let the sole of his shoe dig back into the cement to even try to stop but he was always pressed on forward.
Akito's breathing was rapid when he felt the twisting on his arm and he cringed, a tear escaping his eye. "It's none of your business!" he yelled at Kaito, knowing that was the wrong step but Kaito deserved to know nothing at all. Not like it mattered anyways.
When Akito yelled in his ear, his brother only shut his eyes and turned his face away a little. Turn the other cheek, right, wasn’t that it? When he opened them again, they were narrow and sleepy—if snakes sleep.
Kaito pressed his lips against the rim of Akito’s warm little ear and promised softly, “I’m going to make you twist like a skinned cat. I’m going to make you cry until you faint. And if you ever try to get away from me again, I’ll make sure you can’t.”
"Understood," he gritted through his teeth quietly, sadly. Still he was pressed forward and his eye dropped with the kisses. He remembered when those warm hug and kisses used to be real but they had turned into venom. Even though his left cheek was streaked in tears he had turned his head over near to Kaito to return the kiss on his brother's cheek. Going along with Kaito's act was making him feel ill.
Even though Akito had agreed, Kaito knew better than to take him at his word. Akito was, in a word, fucking crazy. Maybe he said he understood, and maybe he actually did understand. But that didn’t make him less crazy, and that didn’t mean he was actually agreeing. So Kaito put his free arm around his brother, from behind, and hugged him back against himself as they walked. Hugged him fiercely, with leonine possessiveness. Akito was his.
“What was so important about going to school, anyway?” he wondered quietly, drawing a little circle over and over on the underside of Akito’s chin with his forefinger. “Did you want to join clubs? Go to dances? Once the other kids found out about him they wouldn’t want anything to do with you. Nobody does.” Nobody, he implied, but Kaito.
Ikki had a feeling he'd lost something. It didn't occur to him until he'd gotten a good distance away from the school (he'd been one of the first waves of students out the door) that something was Wrong. He turned his head over his shoulder to look at his right side. When he didn't see anything there his brows drew in and he exhaled a puzzled "Haaaah?" Slowly, he checked his left side and saw there was nothing there either.
This was significant because in the past few weeks he'd acquired a growth in the shape of a small, girlish little boy who was hardly ever separate from his side.
Both of his brows twitched and he turned around, fighting through the sea of students flowing against him.
A few minutes later by aid of Good Sense, Sharp Eyesight, and Clumsiness Ikki tripped right into the path of Wanijima Kaito and one small Akito. "Ch, ch--ch--" HIM again?! It didn't take Ikki long to straighten his posture, one hand in his pockets and the other grasping the strap of the school bag he held over his shoulder. "TCH--yo, police!" he called in case he wasn't obvious enough before that, chin tilted up, eyes narrow, and mouth curved down. "Is it really okay to harass kids like this?" His whole face was hot and he already felt the sweat.
Akito went along with Kaito's actions, nodding his head in agreement of the other's statement. Why had he wanted to go to school? Because Ikki was there and that filled his heart with great joy compared to being with his neglectful brother. Though his arms drapped over Kaito's as he looked up to see ...
"IKKI!" Akito shouted his expression turning entirely happy as he suddenly jostled his way around in his brother's arms, attempting to fight back more and more now that a savior was here. But Kaito's grip was too tight and all he could do was kick his legs around to try and loosen the arms, still no use. At the same time he flung his arms up to try and reach them out towards Ikki, the tears drying against his flesh as he continued his attempt to freedom.
At first, when Akito had been behaving, something had lightened in Kaito. He enjoyed it when people got along with him—unlike most, it was essential that others got along with him, not the other way around.
It shattered like a mirror the moment Itsuki showed up.
Both brothers halted because Kaito halted. He stared over the top of Akito’s head while the boy struggled and fought him. It was a pointless fight, if for any reason than because Akito was so, so small.
Then he took his hand, grasped the underside of his brother’s jaw between his fingers and thumb, and forced his head back against his own chest. If his eyes stayed steadily fixed on Itsuki, it was because they were hungry. You could call them starved. “It’s not your turn yet,” he said plainly, staring, while his fingertips dug into his brother’s cheeks.
Okay. Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay. Leaving Akito behind hadn't been the best or smartest thing he'd done in a week, but it wasn't that he even purposefully tried. It was just he was so small and easy to lose track of-
Well, too late for all that.
Ikki's schoolbag dropped to the ground with a dull whumph! and he took his hand out of his pocket, expression dull and unimpressed. Or at least it would have looked that way if not for the fact he really was starting to sweat and the left corner of his mouth twitched. "What does that--hey, hey, hey what the hell are you doing?! Quit digging your fingers into him like that! Kick his shitty kneecaps in, Akito!" Watching Akito struggle like that was damn near heartbreaking.
In the epitome of all teenage bravado, Itsuki slammed his fist against his palm and cracked his knuckles. He repeated the process with the other hand. "Oi, oi. I'm serious. Let him go or I'm gonna get pissed."
Shit, shit, shit, shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit! Ikki was never going to leave Akito alone after school after this!