Every Rose Has It's Thorns

Thorns of Protection

Every Rose Has It's Thorns

He stood over the bed, watching his little brother sleep. Watching his chest rise and fall with every even breath he took. Watching his slightly parted lips move as he slept. Watching his eyelids twitch at random points during his slumber.

His mouth turned into a sick grin as he carressed his brother's sleeping face.

"Oh... Hiro. You don't need to worry anymore, I am here with you. Just like Baymax said," he moved his right hand over where Hiro's heart would be, "Tadashi is here." He continued his grinning and blended back into the shadows, chuckling to himself.

[LINE BREAK]

He looked down at the man at his feet. A smile reaching his ears plastered onto his face.

"Do you know why you're in trouble?" He asked the man. The man was begging and pleading for his life to be spared.

"Please..."

He smiled down at the filth that lay blubbering and bleeding at his feet. He smiled down at this filth, not feeling even the slightest hint of remorse. The filth kept uttering broken pleas, the word 'please' tumbling past broken teeth until it didn't sound so much a word anymore. More like the cry of a dying animal.

[don't go near Hiro no stay away from my brother he is mine and mine alone]

Slashed apart, stabbed, gutted. It had been... it had been so beautiful to see. He'd felt giddy, drunk and powerful, having control like this and abusing it. Seeing all that blood.

He was covered in all that blood.

He smiled through the blood on his face.

"Please, please... Please don't." the filth before him pleaded with tears in his eyes.

"I wouldn't normally," he told the filth, the dirty rotten dying filth at his feet. And it was true. He wouldn't normally. But this man had his hands on his little brother. But he was his brother's protection, he told his reflection every day. Protection, he would tell himself. He protected his little flower named Hiro.

"I don't normally like violence like this-" He wasn't sure how he'd ever be able to let go of the knife now. Not after this. When it's covered him in such a beautiful shade of death. The colour of blood.

He heard a soft whimper coming from his right, he turned.

He saw.

It was like the light of the sun was shining down, even in the dead of night.. even in the dark alleyway that they resided in. Hiro was always the brightest point of his life. His everything. His precious baby brother. He sat there now, on his knees with his hands over his mouth, eyes wide and bright with shock. Tadashi was so proud of him for not screaming like any sane person would do. The blood from his earlier killing soaked Hiro's skin and clothes. Making him look beautiful, covered in the dead peoples' blood.

He knew it a scream would come eventually. But later. Later, when all of this was done, he was taking his baby brother home and going to convince him it was all okay.

"I'm sorry about that, about killing your friends... but I had no other choice." Tadashi turned back to the filth he currently held the hair of and held a knife to his throat.

"Why..." Hiro asked, his pupils the size of pinpricks.

Tadashi felt his lips stretch wider, felt himself grin. If he listened hard enough, he could hear the blood leaking out of the dying filth. His eyes held a crazed look of blood lust.

[oh poor little brother poor Hiro poor poor Hiro so sad so so sad so scared]

He grinned and saw the filth cry harder. It was obvious. It was so, so obvious, and the fact that it, this dumb filth, couldn't understand just showed that it had deserved what it had gotten.

He had done this for Hiro.

Hiro, who he had loved since the moment he had laid eyes on him, who he had watched over all his life it felt like. Hiro, his precious everything, who looked at Tadashi with shining eyes and the sweetest smile, who called him 'big brother' and 'nerd' all with the same loving tone. Tadashi had kissed scraped knees, had chased off bullies, had held Hiro's hand in the cross walks.

Sometimes he still stood and watched Hiro sleep, just to be sure, just to see. Just to see his chest rise and fall.

He would do anything for Hiro. Anything at all. He would climb any mountain, go any distance, do any menial task. Hiro had Tadashi wrapped around his little finger, Tadashi would do anything for Hiro with nothing but a smile, his sickening death crazed smile.

He would do anything for Hiro.

He would destroy anyone that tried to hurt him.

"You were going to hurt Hiro. I'll never let anyone hurt my little brother." The man shuddered both in pain and fear at the evil gleam in Tadashi's eye.

He swung his arm forward, swung down low, and watched it slice through the flesh of the filth's neck. Blood sprayed out, soaking his hands, he felt it hit his face, around his mouth. He breathed out a shuddery sigh, not letting it get past his lips. He smiled and walked over to Hiro, the dead man falling limp.

"A-Aniki... why?" he asked. Tadashi just got on his knees and pulled Hiro into his lap, putting the knife down and rocking back and forth with the young boy in his lap in an attempt to calm him down.

"Oh, Hiro... someone tried to hurt you." He whispered. "Someone tried to hurt my rose." He said in a sicking sweet voice, making Hiro more frightened. "I am your protection, Hiro.. against those vicious wolves. They can't hurt you anymore." He pet Hiro's hair.

"But.."

"You are my rose, and I am your protection... I am your thorns." He continued to whisper into Hiro's ear.

"Thorns?" Hiro asked.

"Yes... I am your thorns and you are my rose, I protect you from the wolves who want to tear up the rose from the soil."

Hiro just whimpered. This was his brother. His killing brother.

"And I won't let anybody else touch you.. you are mine and mine forever." He traced his left hand over Hiro's left cheek.

Yes... I am his thorns and he is the rose..
Every rose has it's thorns.

I just love Yandere!Tadashi, it's so cool. I decided to write my own shitty one-shot about it... hope you enjoyed, I guess.