Brotherly Hatred | ✔️ | Blue Exorcist

Kaerou ze 帰ろう ぜ

She saw the worry in my eyes and immediately shook her head. "I don't know for a fact, his psychiatrist has to approve him after his solo therapy session."

"He had his yesterday, so he should know." I felt my chest tighten, I wasn't going to leave him here by himself. The thought of leaving alone made my breath hitch. I realized that I was on the verge of an attack and tried to ground myself. Breathing deeply, I gave Naomi a pleading look, "Yukio and I are leaving together."

She sighed, her hand moving to smooth her hair back in her hair tie. "I can check the system and see if he's been approved. But his psychiatrist may not have updated anything yet, it's more of a waiting game than anything." I stared at her for a long while and she finally slumped. "I'll check the system, if I can't find anything, I'll go talk to his psychiatrist."

I nearly collapsed against the wall, "thank you so much!"

She waved me off, "it's fine, but while I'm checking, take care of yourself. You may be on the path to recovery, but you're still a bit jagged on the edges. Go through your anxiety exercises." I nodded vehemently and she quirked on side of her lips before turning heel and leaving me.

Doing as told, I took some calming breaths and told myself that the worst case scenario isn't always the outcome. My chest was still tense when I was done, but I decided I was fine enough to continue on with my day.

I did the first thing that came to mind and headed downstairs. My feet tapped against the carpet as I treaded through the hallways. Of course, I stopped in front of Yukio's door, my hand was trembling slightly as I raised it to knock on the wood. Mr. Redhead answered, but he immediately turned and said my brother's name.

Yukio came into view next to him, a smile on his face. "Hey, what's up?"

I forced a smile, "I wanna talk." He seemed to pick up on my tone and excused himself from the room. He shut the door behind him and looked at me expectantly. I glanced around the hallway before stepping toward him. He instinctively embraced me, it's ridiculous the amount of times I've hugged him in the past few weeks. I guess I've been making up for lost time. "I got cleared to leave on Friday."

I had whispered it and he asked me to repeat myself. When I did, he smiled brightly, "that's amazing! I'm so happy, Nii-san. I can't wait to get back into the swing of things."

Oh man, he had no idea... "Yukio... I don't know if you've been cleared yet..." I saw the information click in his eyes and his smile dropped.

"What do you mean? I'm not going back home?" It sounded so much worse when he said it.

"I don't know, Yukio. I asked Naomi to check, but she's unsure herself."

He was quiet for awhile before he took a few steps back, his spine hitting the door. "Oh god, I don't think I am leaving..." My chest tightened at his words.

"What?! Why?" What could he possibly have done to require a longer stay here?

He shook his head, "you're not the only one struggling here, Nii-san." What did he mean? I gave he a pointed look and his eyes flashed with shame. "I snuck a blade in..."

My jaw dropped, "um.. what? You snuck a blade into a mental institution?" Oh my fucking Christ, I gripped my hair and paced back and forth for a moment. "Why the hell would you do that?! Wait, where the fuck did you get the blade from? I tossed them all." I glared at him and he seemed to cower away.

He mumbled something and I snarled for him to speak up. "You hid them under your bed, I could easily get them with an umbrella." I sighed heavily, at a loss for words. I knew he wouldn't be able to crawl under the bedspring, but it was my fault for not thinking outside of the box. I couldn't really blame him though because I've created more scars while locked up here as well.