Yukio's pov
After a long day of work in the exorcism field, I finally reached my front steps of my house after what felt like an eternity. With the left lense of my glasses cracked from one of the exorcism jobs I was on, I fumbled with my keys for quite a while longer than I would have liked trying to find the right key to unlock the door. When I finally got it open I heard Rin's beautiful voice singing the song that our mother taught us as children. He still sings it whether it's just for fun, to put himself to sleep or to comfort himself when he's upset or scared.
"Rin I'm home." I said softly smiling to myself. As I approached the living room where the music was coming from, the singing got louder. Knowing that my father shouldn't be home for another 3 hours or so, I assumed that Rin was just singing for the hell of it.
Through the gates where angels dance and over crystal waters
to rolling hills of the greenest greens
to pick some pretty flowers
in bluest bells and the reddest rose
with orange tulip daisies
standing on the white lilies
you'll find the beautiful maiden.
(sang in Pop Goes the Weasel melody)"How was sch-" when I entered the room I dropped my duffel bag, spilling all of it's contents. My twin was cowering in the corner, clothes ripped and stained with blood, cuts and bruises covered his pale skin, his dark blue hair messy and sweaty, his body shook and his sapphire blue eyes were bulging, filled with fear. I ran over to the disheveled boy and threw my arms around him protectively and pulled him into my chest as I pet his head, cooing soothing words into his ear.
He had finally softened in my arms and came back to his senses when the sound of quickening, raspy breathing broke the peace of the moment and plunged us back into the reality of the situation we were in. I slowly turned around, Rin still clinging to me in my arms, and sure enough our father was there to meet my furious gaze.
"Father." I spat as if the word was rotten on my tongue.
"You step away from the little wretch this instant!" the man yelled.
"Never!" I hollered back.
"Excuse me?" the drunken man growled.
"All Rin has ever wanted was a normal, happy family. Wishes that the perfect mother we once had was still alive, that our father was still sane." I devious sounds spilled from my lips in the form of laughter. I threw my head back as I hooted and hollered at how pathetic my so called father was."You're so pathetic ~haha~ you come home drunk every night ~huff~ so much so that you run into the very walls you live in! ~haha~ You're a freaking psychopath ~puff~ and yet you still wonder why you can't ~huff~ pick up even a hag at the local bar. ~puff~ You're the biggest, most clueless freaking idiot on the face of this planet!
~haha~" my father was scared out of his mind now. He cowered in the corner the way Rin did, if not worse."S-s-satan... Y-y-you're S-satan's child I say." the pathetic worm stuttered.
"That almost sounds like an insult." I hissed menacingly at the man at my feet. He whimpered and fumbled through his pockets before pulling out a pocket knife with a shaking hand.
"Oh. Going to kill me are you?" I looked down my nose at the pathetic excuse for a man in front of me, and stepped forward.
"T-take an-nother s-s-step a-and I swear I-I'll kill you." the old man threatened. I ignored him and took another 2 steps forward. He began to recklessly swing his blade with his eyes shut, screaming all the while. I chuckled at the scene the helpless man was making. I sighed and drew my own dagger and held it with 2 hands above my head. I was just about to end the man and Rin's and my misery when I felt frail arms wrap around me from behind. I turned to face a crying Rin."Yukio, please, don't do it. I know you hate him, so do I. But it still isn't right to kill him. No matter how bad a man he is, and how much we think he deserves to be killed, he still raised us with his very own hands. It'd be a disgrace to him and mother as well if we decided to kill him. It is not now and ever will be our place to judge his death." Rin pleaded. He has such a good heart. Just thinking about how many people want to and have hurt this boy makes my blood boil.
"You know what you're right. I'm not-"
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Runaway
FanfictionA young boy, feeling powerless and overwhelmed by the influence of those around him and finally snapped. Stealing away into the dead of night he realized that back at home, the supposed cruelty he has experienced was nothing compared to the beast of...