Brothers Always Stick Together. || an Inanimate Insanity darkfic

Grief.

" No... " 

Yin held the cold, lifeless hand of his brother, his eyes filling with tears as his breathing hitched. Baseball stared off with surprise, as well as a stomach-dropping trench of concern and pity for Yin. Yin could feel himself fill with a ton of different emotions. Depression, anger, guilt, relief, confusion, shock, panic, grief, it was all hitting him at once in a way that made his guts churn with overwhelming nausea as he stared down at the corpse of his brother. He couldn't handle the way that Yang's brain tissue was visible, leaking out of the gaping hole that had been made in his head due to the impact of the fall. 

" No, no no no, Yang, don't do this..! " Yin whined, bringing his brother close as he hugged him, blood smearing on his face as he squeezed the corpse tightly, not wanting to let go for anything. He felt so heartbroken, as if he'd been stabbed right through the chest repeatedly, it was a really immense and unwelcome feeling to Yin and he hated it. He hated it oh so much.

The way Yang's eyes were swollen and glossy, the way his limbs slumped back into a lifeless position every time Yin let go of him, the way his lips were slightly parted, it tugged at his heart. He didn't want to believe that his brother was dead. No, he refused to. Mephone4 could bring him back. He shouldn't be so upset over something that could be dealt with so easily. It made him feel weak. Well, weaker than he already was. It was a very confusing situation, a situation Yin thought he would have never been in until now.

It felt like he'd lost everything. Like a part of his heart had been forcibly ripped from his life and consumed by a dark, empty void, never to be seen again. It was as if Yin had been absolutely drowned by emotion. Yin was scared, Yin was oh so very scared. He felt his face get soaked by the disgustingly pungent blood which constantly leaked from Yang's head, whining softly as he simply pulled the corpse closer to his body, seeking comfort in the uncomfortable embrace.

The sight of such a horrid scene caused Baseball to whimper and back away slightly. Baseball was in obvious disgust on account of the absolutely horrifying situation, but the pure fear as well as empathy he felt quickly overrode it as he shook his head, running over the best he could without falling onto the ground, sitting down next to Yin in hopes to provide some sort of comfort by simply being there. He lightly nudged Yin with his knee, causing Yin to look at him with an obvious look of panic and sorrow.

" Yin, it's going to be okay. We'll find Mephone and revive him. You're going to be okay. " Baseball spoke in a low, soothing tone in order to be more affective to Yin's emotions, watching Yin choke on his own tears and weep as he brought Yang right back up to his face, only being provoked to squeeze Yang even tighter than he had been before. Baseball watched Yin, his concern only heightened as he peaked back at Taco, hoping she'd do something to help Yin in the moment. Taco looked back at Baseball, frowning, her face full of different emotions, which was confusing for Baseball; he couldn't tell if Taco did care or not.

But, what mattered was Yin. Not Taco, not right now. 

Baseball frowned as he looked back at Yin, nudging him again with his side as he gently pushed Yang off of him. Yin looked over at Baseball, tears in his eyes as a low, depressing sob slipped out from his mouth. He stared at Baseball, locking eyes with him for a long while, before finally breaking and sobbing loudly as he leaned into Baseball, wrapping baseball up in a tight hug as he let out all his emotion into Baseball's side, crying his heart out as Baseball whispered comforting words to him in an attempt to help.

Taco walked on over, her feet crushing the leaves and alerting Baseball as he looked over, watching her as she crouched down right next to Yang's dead corpse, picking it up slowly, almost gently, as if she didn't want to disrespect the dead boy, nor his brother, who was sobbing over him right in front of her. She inspected the wound, prying open his eyes with her fingers, staring back at the glossy, lifeless pupils which stared back at her, looking dazed and, in a way, almost scared.