The Catalyst (Can We Change the World?)

Chapter 10

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"I'm dying!" Shoto cried, clutching his stomach and putting the back of his hands to his forehead. He slumped to the ground, painting it with red, before looking back up at Natsuo who was unamused.

If not slightly concerned. Shoto was squirming and thrashing on the ground in pretend pain until actual pain shot through his wound making him groan. It soon turned to laughter.

"I hate you." Natsuo said, rolling his eyes and tightening his arms that were crossed over his chest as he watched his little brother's theatrics on the bathroom floor.

Shoto stopped squirming and frowned. "You wound me." He said blandly before pushing himself up onto his elbows.

"Get off the floor. You're going to stain the tile." He sighed, stepping inside and then closing the door to the bathroom. Shoto beamed at him.

"I could have been dying." He said.

Natsuo gave him a pointed look. "You wouldn't have come home if you were dying- idiot."

Shoto clutched his heart as he stood before peeling off his shirt. He grimaced at the mess of torn skin and blood. "You shouldn't be so mean to a poor injured boy." Shoto drawled. Natsuo bit at his lip, hating seeing his little brother hurt.

"Where did you go?" he asked. Shoto met his eyes with a cool gaze. He grabbed a washcloth and ran it under warm water.

"You know I can't tell you." Shoto responded, pressing the soaked cloth to his wound.

Natsuo watched for a moment. He knew his place, what he agreed to years ago. But it didn't make moments like this any easier.

"Shoto, you're covered in blood and I-I can't tell how much of it is yours or-r how many" his voice trailed off as Shoto's eyes darkened.

"Natsuo!" he snapped, "Stop!" his voice lost its edge, "The more you know the more danger you are in."

He shook his head. "And you know I won't let anything slip to dad."

This time Shoto shook his head. "Danger from the league." He stated and then took in a shaky breath. The league was his family but he couldn't deny the fact that they were killers.

All of them.

"Why?"

"Nats, we're killers. I'm a killer." Shoto stared but Natsuo shook his head, "I am."

"Shoto-"

"Whose blood do you think is on my face? In my hair, huh? I'll give you a hint, it's not mine." Shoto snarled. Natsuo knew the truth, he just denied it sometimes. Maybe it was easier for him to understand it that way, Shoto thought, but it was pointless.

"But you- that much?"

Shoto sighed and lifted the cloth and winced at it tore at the already ripped skin. It was still bleeding.

"Do you really want to know? I won't look so innocent to you anymore." He sneered, tired of his brother always pretended that Shoto was something he was not.