𝑳𝑬𝑺 𝑭𝑹𝑨𝑮𝑰𝑳𝑬𝑺 •𝒃𝒙𝒃•

Overflow ~ 2

This situation was bound to happen one day.

"And here you are, as if a curse—a constant reminder—to what I've lost. A carbon-copy of her," Gabriel swiped a hand over his bangs, moving them to the side, "Same hair, same eyes, same skin, and... even the same fucking beauty marks." The words got sneered out.

Ah... No wonder he could never look at him for a longer period of time. Those eyes of his always flashed with some kind of emotion when they spoke. Be it hate or sadness, Yuma didn't care.

It didn't matter.

He didn't bother to wipe at his cheeks, he let the translucent liquid stain his skin.

Nothing could stain him more than he was already stained.

A child born out of death.

A killer before he even opened his eyes.

A murderer before he even said his first words.

His fingers pressed into the cold tiles, "Papa, please stop..." He choked out, body trembling along with his words.

"Stop?! When will you stop disappointing me?! When will you stop acting like a damn brat?!" The man yelled, stepping closer to him, "When will you finally learn your place?!"

Yuma couldn't even fully concentrate on his father's words because of the quirk influencing his emotions. There was nothing else he could feel, except pure, unadulterated terror.

"Papa! Can't you see you're hurting him?! Please, stop it!" Kyoya desperately yelled from the side, voice cracking at almost every word he said, "Please..." He sounded like he was begging.

Gabriel laughed, his deep tone sending further shivers down Yuma's spine, "He should feel pain! He should feel it more than I have felt it for the past fourteen years!"

Yuma flinched back, feeling the stinging in his eyes grow harsher, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry I was the cause of mother's death!" He pressed his forehead against the marble floor, "I'm sorry you have to look at me! I'm sorry I'm a reminder of what you've lost—of what I've taken from you!" He felt something slide down his cheeks and then he heard a quiet splat.

"You should be sorry! If it weren't for her last words, if it weren't for her love towards you—and my own towards her—you wouldn't be here right now! I would have given you away long ago!" With each word the man said, the pain and sorrow inside Yuma grew in size.

Maybe it would've been better that way... Maybe things wouldn't have been so painful if he was given away...

"What are you saying, Papa?! You wanted to give him away?!" Kyoya stepped closer, "You wanted to give Yuma away?!"

A slap resounded through the room and a thud followed right after, "Don't raise your voice at me." Gabriel growled out.

Yuma reluctantly raised his head and saw that Kyoya was on the floor with his hand pressing onto his cheek, "Don't hurt Kyoya... Please, Papa, don't hurt him."

"He's in pain because of you," Gabriel spoke, heels clicking against the tiles as he approached Yuma, "If you just listened to what I told you, then this wouldn't have happened. If you just followed my instructions, Kyoya wouldn't have been hit." He crouched in front of Yuma and reached his hand towards him.

Yuma clenched his eyes shut, expecting a hit, but it never came. Instead, he felt fingers threading through his hair, "Papa...?" He mumbled out, warily opening his eyes.

His father was looking at him, a foreign emotion flashing inside his silver irises, "You look so much like her..." he whispered, "The moment Kyoya was born, we knew he would take after me... She hoped you would look like her—and you do." There was... an unusual kind of softness in his tone and Yuma was momentarily frozen still. And then the look was gone. Gabriel pulled away, stepping away from Yuma, "Your mother loved you—she told me to take care of you. That's the only reason you're still here. Be sure to remember that." With that, he walked away and left the two boys alone.

There was a brief moment of silence, before a sob broke it.

"Kyo... ya," Yuma choked out, barely getting the other boy's name out, "Kyoya... I... I don't-" His whole body convulsed, cutting his words out, making him curl into himself as another whimper left his lips.

His cheeks felt damp, his eyelashes were stuck together, making it harder to see through the blurriness of his eyes.

Arms wrapped around his shoulders and suddenly he was enveloped in heat. Warmth. Comfort.

Safety?

"I'm here... I'm here." Kyoya whispered into his ear, pulling him into his lap.

Light hums left the ebony-haired boy's lips, filling in the silence and cutting off the static that filled Yuma's ears.

"Shh... You're fine... Everything is fine," Yuma pressed his face into Kyoya's uncovered neck, an unrestricted sob wrecking his body, "You're safe... Nothing will hurt you anymore... I'm here."

Sweet nothings were whispered to him as Kyoya gently rocked him in his arms, his warmth seeping into Yuma's body.

"Everything is fine." With those last words, the world around Yuma went dark.

Nothing was fine.