A Little Different *COMPLETE*

Chapter Thirty-Four

Memories

    When I was 12 years old, I sat on the hard ground of my home floor, ontop of a shaggy carpet. Staring down the barreling fire. There were faint sounds of my brother, Kaname, cleaning up in the kitchen. He sent me into our fathers den to set the fire place.

Normally, he and I would study and wait for our father to return home and see us to bed. This time was different. Our father did come home, but with two young boys in toe. One was wrapped in a blanket and and the other in our fathers coat. They were twins, both had silver hair and lavender eyes. One bore sadness and fear, the other, blind hatred. I found myself fixated on the one that seemed angry. And it was understandably so, their parents had just been murdered in front of their eyes. My brother, being my brother, told me to leave them to their own. Because these were no ordinary boys, they were vampires. Purebloods at that. I wouldnt come to understand what that meant, truly, until 4 years later.

In that same den is where I found the angry one, his name was Zero, sulking and hunched in a corner. I peeked inside, his twin was no where to be found. They were supposed to be asleep at this time, but Zero was not. And my father had taken my brother on a errand. Kaname was reluctant to leave me alone because of the twins but I had no problem. Ichiru, the other one, stayed to himself in the room they shared and Zero didnt talk. Sometimes Ichiru would talk with me and my father but Zero would just stand behind him, silent. So this was odd to me, because Zero rarely left his brother, and vice-versa. My fist balled and I got up the courage to speak. "H-hey." I said quietly. "Are you okay?" That was a dumb question but I found myself walking toward the boy. He held himself and shook against the crock of the walls. "Z-Zero? Are you- " This was the first time Zero had looked at me in the eyes, his head cocked up at me. Revealing his blood colored eyes. His face coursed fear down my spine. But I felt worry more than anything, he was in clear pain. I looked down by him to see an empty capsule of pills. A few were strung around him. "Are... are you okay?" I couldnt say anything else. He wouldn't answer that question. His red eyes bore into mine as they shook at my face. I slowly knelt down to him, and reached out my hand. He slapped it away, and tried scooting further against the wall. Practically melting with it. I suddenly realized what had happened. He was starving. He wasnt taking the pills. I grabbed his arm and forced him into an embrace. I could feel his tense body start to relax. "Its okay!" I shouted. "That woman cant hurt you anymore!" I honestly cant tell you what I was thinking. I just wanted him to stop shaking.

Suddenly I felt his small arms wrap around me and I felt wet droplets hit my shoulder. I looked over at his silver hair and reached my hand up to his head. He shoved me away and wiped at his face. "Why?!" He said. "Why are you being nice to me?!" His arm wouldnt move from his eyes. I set my hand on his forearm and gently moved it away from his eyes. I gave him a smile.
    "Because, you're not alone. I want you to know that."
His eyes faded back to their normal lilac color and he blinked at me. I think that was the first time he saw me.

"Yuki!" Suddenly his young face turned to worry and older looks. His eyes were stained with tears, seeping from the sides. "Yuki look at me!" He was shouting at me but why? I reached up to his face. Why is he older now? He held my hand against his cheek. "You're gonna be alright! Okay?" I felt him pick me up and hold me against him. "I'm sorry!" He said. "I shouldve left you alone! I should've told you to stay away!" He shouted. But why? I turned my head to see Asumi layed on the ground, in the entrance, bloody and battered to dust. Oh right. That. Zero set me down and I saw him press the back of his hand against his mouth. "I dont know what to do!" His face was so blurry. I could see him talking to someone else. But I couldn't get my head to move anymore. I was dying.