Ruthless

Father and Mother

Sharp pebbles ripped open his skin the moment he hit the ground. It was a normal afternoon. In the distance he could hear Kanato's voice singing. He was a bit envious. Instead of toiling in the dirt outside, he was allowed to be with Mama. "Get up." Richter pointed his sword at his son and Ameto grabbed his own sword, that had been knocked out of his hands. He wiped the sweat and dirt off of his cheek and they continued their fight. However, not long after they started, Ameto once again fell down, after Richter knocked his sword away. "I-I just can't do it..!" Having heared his son's utterance, he kicked his stomach. The boy struggled for air. "Trash!" Ame couldn't even answer him or follow, as he left in rage. Soon after, he saw Kanato approach. He seemed very angry. Before Ameto could get up and run, his brother jumped onto his stomach and pulled at his hair. He quickly shielded his face with his arms. "How dare you! Because of your noisy interruptions, mom sent me away!" Kanato tried to scratch Ameto's face a few times, but eventually gave up and simply slammed his head into the ground instead, making his brother see stars. Ameto struggled beneath him and eventually managed to free himself. Without wasting another thought, he ran.
What's this memory? Why did I remember that?

Kanato looks at him. "What's wrong?" He flinched. "N-Nothing..." He comes a bit closer. "You've gotten taller." The words seem to displease him greatly as he says them. "Sorry." His eyes darken considerably. "I don't know what's going on between you and him, but if he's okay with you staying here then I won't meddle." Yeah. Laito is the one that hurts the most. The others... they hate me because of him.

His bones hurt from sleeping on the wooden floor. He took a deep breath, but started coughing immediately after. Warm, dusty air flooded his lungs. A small headache formed and steps approached. The door closed and slender fingers touched his cheek. Ameto opened his eyes. "Did he hurt you again?" Cordelia pulled him into her arms and rocked her son gently. "My poor boy..." She kissed his scraped up palm. "Pain, pain fly away." Feeling safe in her embrace, Ame felt more and more sleepy. "Keep your eyes open." With her reminder he kept looking at her. "Your beautiful eyes are just like your father's..."