Baby blue short stories

axl and belle 4

PoV Belle
Father was very angry when Axl brought the dying demon home and to his room, but my brother was too busy to notice.

I followed him.

"Axolotl! What are you doing?!", I asked

"I need to heal him and keep him safe from these assholes. He deserves so much better.", my brother claimed.

"Axl, he's a demon. You shouldn't have brought him here.", I sighed.

"Belle, you need to understand. He's special, he belongs to me. I need him.", he cried out. Then he cradled the demon as far as that was possible.

"Axl, you're sick. Really really sick."

"I'm not sick, Belle. I'm having feelings.", he huffed.

Then he went straight into his room, where he placed the demon on his bed.

I entered the room after him and watched him heal the painful nightmares the demon seemed to be trapped in.

Then the Axolotl tugged him in and kissed his forehead.

"You do know he can't stay here.", I said.

Axl wiped the blue hair out of the 17(00) year old demon and sighed.

"I'll make it work...", he then claimed.  He was looking at the boy with pure adoration, an expression I had never seen on him.

I sighed deeply, as my heart sank. My brother was down bad.

I would regret later, what I did next.

PoV William
When I woke up, I had a distant memory of a kiss and a warm embrace, but it felt like dream.

I stood up confused and walked home.

"Ew.", Bill greeted me.

"What? I geez, did I step in poop?", I asked. I looked up. Bill was looking at me with pure disgust.

"What are you wearing? You look like a damn loser.", he huffed. That surprised me.

"What do you mean?", I asked.

"He means that shirt. Looks awful. ", Kill agreed with Bill, as he entered the room.

That hurt.

It was my favorite shirt...

"I just realized that you are infact a loser, so it fits.", my twin suddenly smirked.

Then he stood up and left his cup.

"Clean that up, weakling!", he laughed, then walked away.

Confused by that, I did what he said.

Suddenly Kill grabbed me by the hair and forced me to look in his eyes.

"Pathetic. I don't know why we've tolerated you for so long.", he growled. I whimpered.

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In the next days I watched my family change from one that stood up for each other and helped the others to one where every single family member hated the others guts.

It didn't feel right. Did they forget how to love? Forget how to care?

I was lost and I hated the life I now had. Plus I still had the feeling of kissing someone I had loved, but I couldn't think of what they looked like.

All I knew was, that I missed getting some love back.