achilles' heel, haitani brothers.

𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄: 𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓

3RD PERSON. NOT EDITED.

Haitani Ran haunted himself with his history, utterly distracted by the thought of his own destruction. He starved of revenge and accidentally pulled himself into madness, offering a sickening smile to his enemies while his baby brother followed behind his shadows.

They explored weapons to find what fits their hands, from blades to brass knuckles. Rindou found comfort in battles with only his bare hands, and Ran breathing in his mayhem with a baton in hand. 

RINDOU was RAN's silence.

The future is their starting point and the past seems to be their complicated beloved, because now — the Haitani brothers had all of Roppongi as their stage, and crime was their perfect play.

Grotesque past of Ran never unhanded him, every so often, he would feel disgust gnaw on his skin to his bones. Vivid replays of that night left marks on his body, feeling invisible hands on his inner thighs and he would force himself into the bath, wishing that it could erase all what they had written on his skin. He envies Rindou for the oblivion he held onto when they were kids, yet there, Rindou laid on his side of the bed, pretending to be blind even when he knew of how his big brother's pillows started to drown in tears.

With an annoyed pout on his lips, Rindou squinted his eyes as Ran took his glasses. He was infuriating, randomly grabbing the glasses off Rindou's nose just to wipe it clean and use them for himself, "give it back, Ran!"

"What? I'm taking care of my dear brother by cleaning his shit," Ran's teasing tone rolled off his tongue as he held onto his brother's glasses. Sick of the jokes, Rindou grabbed his older brother's braids and pulled on them, hearing screams of pain as he refused to let go. "Rindou! Let go, holy fuck!"

"Taking care of me?" Rindou asked with a click of his tongue, "will you ever stop caring for me then?"

With a smirk on his lips, Ran kicks his brother and throws the pillow that was closest to him, "never, asshole."

"You're going to break my fucking glasses, Ran!" 

A groan left Ran's throat, feeling his scalp burn in pain as his younger brother continued to pull on his long hair. With an angry stare, he shouted back, "then let go of my hair, fucker!"

Rindou knew of how his brother fell apart and drowned every piece of him in mayhem, but he was only a kid, what more could he have done? The cry of passion that Ran had for revenge was undoubtedly deep, he had buried it deeper than a grave should be, and he adored that loathful sight. Despite moments where they bled together, they never hesitated to cut their enemy's fingers or tongue, leaving them with stained hands and a mouth drowning in the taste of blood. 

For years, Roppongi hushed at the name of Haitani, and Ran was ecstatic to have his brother, because if it weren't for him — his cry for revenge would tear through his skin till he bled of madness. He craved sin as revenge against any god who let him fall through their fingers when he cried years ago, he was not going to worship or live for a god who failed to even do the slightest to fortify a kid. They indulge themselves in the cries of the innocent and the sorries of the defeated. 

Pain was the forsaken source of bliss, the Haitani brothers seem to have a story that stretched out for eternity, yet themselves and their sanity were constantly pulling away from each other. Once they were kids who had the smallest crime of theft — alas, they were finally a paradise away from sanity, gnawing at their own skin to create their own flaws.