OC Oneshots

Sacrifice

Type: Angst

Characters used: Ren Ishimoto, Niseyama Ishimoto

Word Count: 948

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"He's given us enough trouble. He has to go tomorrow."

Niseyama's heart was beating at a million miles per second as he crept through the dark mansion.

"Too long has he held us back. Ren no longer deserves the Ishimoto family name."

"Niseyama, on the other hand.."

The black-haired male threw caution to the wind as he tried opening Ren's door in a panic, fumbling with the doorknob with shaky hands, breathing near shallow.

"..He's perfect."

Luckily, Ren had forgotten to lock the door after having that heated argument with their parents and Niseyama swung the door open. He shut it behind himself carefully and hurried over to his twin's bed.

"Niseyama understands that few get the privilege of being born into wealth.. Into such a family like ours."

"He's worthy enough to stay. He is the true heir.."

Niseyama shook Ren's shoulder and almost immediately, the older of the two was on the younger's case after opening his eyes.

"..What the hell do you want, asswipe? Don't you have business plans to talk over with our dearest mother and father?"

"R-Ren.. Th-they.. They're.."

"To hell with you, Niseyama. Unless you got something important to say to me, fuck off." Ren hissed and rolled back over, though he didn't get far before Niseyama yanked his brother back into a position to face him.

He was clearly serious and trying his best to stay calm, despite his quivering hands. "I don't have time for this, Ren. They're going to kill you..!"

Ren's anger turned to raw fear at those words and he stood up in bed with a start. "Who..?"

"Mom and Dad. They're going to have you.. Permanently taken care of for.. Giving trouble."

Ren's expression turned from fear to absolute terror in a split second. "..B.. Bastards.."

Niseyama shook his head. "..They.. Said.. They were.. Gonna get rid of you today.. But.. I have an idea."

They were on borrowed time.. But Niseyama was sure this would work.

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"I'll see you later, Master Ren.." Alfred bowed to the heir departing.

"See ya later, Al." Ren grinned and waved a hand at his bulter on his way out.

Niseyama watched his brother from the top of the stairs silently. Feeling someone's stare on him, the older heir glanced at the younger and waved goodbye with another smile, going into the black limo their family usually had.