Starters to my Roleplays

Ara (One Shot) - His Brother, His Past

It was dark, as it always was.

The musk of the closet he hid in was familiar to him by now as he curled into a tight ball. His legs pressed against the boxes that were stored here long ago, and his head lightly lifted the abandoned clothes above him. He wrapped his hands around his ears - don't hear, don't hear the noises outside the door, please...

But he always did.

" _No, please, Fujioka, stop, please, please!_"

Not again, not again...

" _I didn't mean to, I swear, it was an accident!_"

_Bang! Crash!_

_Stop hearing, stop hearing, I don't want to hear it_....

The cries of his brothers flooded his ears like wildfire, and tears slipped down his face of his own accord.

It really was a mistake, a stupid one. They were doing the daily chores - dishes, mopping, and cleaning in general - when one of them had accidentally made a noise. The mop was dropped; his brother had accidentally ran into a table and dropped it out of shock.

" _Who's making the fucking noise_?" Fujioka yelled in Japanese, as it was the only language he knew. None of them answered our of fear, and Arashiro found himself starting to hyperventilate. Not again, he just got beat a few hours ago...

Fujioka was quiet afterwards, and Arashiro felt his heartbeat skip in relief, going back to scrubbing the food off the dirty dishes. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see his brother crying softly, and he felt a pang if sympathy. " _Nii-chan, it's okay. It was a mistake, and he's not gonna hit us this time_." Arashiro whispered to him, lightly putting down the dishes and hugging his brother. His brother nodded, wiping at his eyes and sniffling very quietly.

Not quiet enough, apparently.

" _Are you serious? Fucking crying again?_" He heard him get up, and both brothers froze out of fear. No...

" _I should knock some sense into you. Stop being a weak piece of shit, the world will never accept your pathetic asses_."

He saw his shadow and cringed, looking away from his brother now as his brother turned to Fujioka and bowed. " _Gomme_-"

" _Shut the fuck up_!" He screamed, slapping him across the face. His brother yelped, flinging but not moving back. This was the standard. " _I didn't tell you to speak_."

His brother, shaking, nodded again, and Arashiro didn't dare move a muscle.

Fujioka glanced over to the dropped mop. " _What happened here?_" He asked, pointing to the mop. " _Fucked up again, like usual? I should beat you for that. You'll never fucking learn, will you? WILL YOU?_" He screamed at my brother, shoving him back. He gasped, fresh tears running down his face, not knowing what to say.

Arashiro slowly backed away, fear almost paralyzing him to the spot. His brother stared at him, _please, save me_, his eyes pleaded, but Arashiro couldn't do anything, he was helpless to the beating, he was useless to his brother as he ran as fast as he could to his closet as the first hit connected to his brothers stomach, he was worthless to his family, he couldn't do anything, why was he running, _why am I running away?_

It's how it's always been.

Quiet sobs escaped him as he heard something shatter, and more pleading to stop.

He was only good at being useless, and that's how it will always be.

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side note, _word_ is supposed to be italics.