Bound by Family

TITLE: Bound By Family
(Brotherly Love)

AUTHOR: Synchronized Love

RATING: R (for dark themes, language, and sexual
themes [incest])

ANIME: Yami no Matsuei (Descendents of Darkness)

PAIRING(S): Saki x Muraki*

CATEGORY: Angst

 

DISCLAIMER: I don\'t own Yami no Matsuei. Non-profit
story. Don\'t sue.

 

WARNING: *The theme in this story is not suitable for
the immature and young. There is yaoi in this fic. There is also incest. If you don\'t like one or both,
just click the back button on your explorer and pretend you never noticed this
existed. If you flame, I will humiliate you publicly. Think I\'m kidding? We\'ll
see . . .

 

P.S: Enjoy the story. PLEASE R/R.

 

AUTHOR\'S NOTE: Don\'t mind the awkward beginning of this fic. I couldn\'t find another way to begin it, so I just
took a shot and began it straight off with the introduction. Damn my writer\'s
block. Also, I have not read the manga, so this is my
interpretation of the relationship in the house.

 

* * *

"Is this real enough for you?

You were so confused.

Now that you decided to stay,

We\'ll remain together . . ."

 

~ Evanescence: "Surrender"

 

* * *



 

"Muraki, I would like you
to meet your older brother, Saki . . ."

 

Muraki simply stared in
surprise. I have a brother? Since when?

 

Large grey eyes peered up at a more menancing
pair of eyes. The smile was friendly, quite friendly actually. But the look in
this man\'s eyes frightened him, chilling him to the bone. A hand rested upon
his shoulder; Muraki looked up at his mother, who
knelt down to his level. Her expression was hurt with the knowledge that his
father -- her husband -- had bedded another woman and bore this boy just before
Muraki himself was born. Her lips were pressed by his
ear, and she whispered, "No matter what, you will _always_ be my little
doll."

 

Muraki then bowed his head
towards his new brother. "Nice to meet you, Saki-kun
. ." He raised his hand up to shake the other
boy\'s hand. Saki, with that frightening expression
still written clearly on his face, reached out and took Muraki\'s
hand into his own. He felt its gentleness, it\'s
innocence. Saki\'s expression grew even more devious
once he eventually let go.

 

"Nice to meet you as well, Muraki-kun. I .. hope we get to know each other more. Personally."

 

The tone in Saki\'s voice caused
Muraki to reel back gently, his body shivering, and
his mind registering a bad feeling about this boy. He tugged his hand back, and
felt it. Heat surged through it, spreading throughout his body and to his
cheeks. His grey eyes looked up once more from studying his hand, to see Saki being lead around the Kazutaka
residence by their father. All he did was simply stand there, not even noticing
his mother\'s soon-to-be absence. However, he did hear her remark as she left.

 

"Bastard."

 

* * *

 

Muraki held the lovely
Victorian doll closely in his arms. Settled on the bed, he pulled it away to examine
the doll\'s lovely face. You\'re the only
one that knows me. You\'re the only one that listens to me. A faint, sad smile appeared on his face. "If only you
could talk to me .." This followed a shatter of
glass against his bedroom door. The raging screams grew louder with every curse
word his father could think of. Muraki shut his eyes.
"Please stop. Please don\'t do this anymore. I don\'t want to hear it."
His whimpers grew louder, almost louder than the screams themselves. "I DON\'T
WANT TO HEAR IT! STOP!" He cried, clutching the
doll tightly to his chest, tears streaming down his face.

 

Silence soon followed, and then, an unsettled quiet.

 

Somebody was clearing the tears from his face.

 

"Mother?" He
whispered, opening an eye.

 

"Are you okay?"

 

The voice wasn\'t of his mother\'s. Muraki\'s
eyes snapped open. On the bed right beside him, holding a hankerchief
close to his chest, was Saki.
Muraki backed away slightly. Saki
held a concerned look, almost hurt in a sense.

 

"Are you afraid of me?"

 

Muraki shook his head slowly,
avoiding eye contact with Saki\'s.

 

".. Do you hate me?"

 

Muraki nodded. Saki brought a hand out, sliding a finger underneath the
boy\'s chin, and lifting it up. Muraki looked, more
tears threatening to spill. Saki quickly dried them.

 

"Why do you hate me so?"

 

"Because," Muraki
started, "because .. you\'re
the reason my parents fight! My mom was happy before you came here. And my dad
was actually nice to mom. Now they fight all the time,
and they won\'t stop! They .. they
won\'t stop .." His face turned a reddish hue, as his voice died and a sob
escaped his throat. "Damn you .. Damn you .."

 

"Please don\'t hate me."

 

Muraki shook his head,
"Why?"

 

"Because I love you."

 

Muraki stopped crying, his eyes
wide, stared at Saki. He blinked once, twice, even a
third time slipped between that silent, awkward moment. Saki
held no expression on his face, and Muraki was in a
shocked state. But despite it, he would be the one to break the silence.

 

"How can you love me when you don\'t even know
me?"

 

Saki said nothing. He only kept
eye contact with the younger boy, drawing the other close to him. The hand that
tilted his chin in his direction slowly rose to brush the loose bangs from his
face. Muraki felt himself grow slightly red from the
smooth touch to his face. He listened as Saki
whispered gentle words of \'beautiful\' and \'unique\' so softly that you couldn\'t
notice his lips moving in such a graceful manner. Muraki
almost felt himself mesmerized, wound up into a webbed trap that Saki created with each touch and kind word.



Soon all of it slowly came to an end, Saki\'s
words concluding with an, "Do I really need to know you to love you?
You\'re so beautiful, and pure. Just one look into those alluring eyes of yours,
and one feel of your soft hair will draw anyone to you." Saki\'s vocal level was that of a continuous whisper.
"You\'ve taken me into a trap that you never knew you could set, and I wish
to grow closer until you entrap me wholly. I am your slave, I am your
protector. I will take care of you, and make sure nobody brings tears to your
eyes again."

 

"S-saki .."

 

"You may hate me now, but you have to understand
that I\'m not to blame. It was our father who brought us pain. His sins were
given to me, but I refuse to accept them." normal\'>And I will use them against him. Heh.

 

Muraki\'s grey eyes lowered. How
could he have even fathomed the thought that Saki was
a terrible person? Saki was on the same side he was:
lost, confused, and pretty much alone. He clutched the Victorian Doll a little
looser than usual. We\'re on the same
side. Dad only made us this way. He makes Saki take
the blame because Saki\'s his son. He makes mom cry
when she didn\'t even do anything. How could I hate Saki?
I should hate him .. my dad
.. Greyish swirls grew darker.style=\'mso-bidi-font-style:normal\'> I hate you, Father.

 

The noticeable darkening of Muraki\'s
eyes caused Saki to grin widely. style=\'mso-bidi-font-style:normal\'>Got\'chanormal\'>. With that grin, Saki
knelt down before his brother, feigning an innocent look. "We will survive
what he does to us. We will be strong, ne? You and I. Together. We\'ll be a team. We\'ll protect each other from tears and
sorrow. But it\'ll only work if you tell me that you don\'t hate me. Please! You
don\'t hate me, right?" Muraki simply shook his head.

 

Saki placed a hand on Muraki\'s knee. The younger boy placed his hand over it.
"I don\'t haou.&ou." He replied, "I will never hate you. We are .. together .. a team .." That shiver that ran down his back never
faded. Muraki merely chose to ignore it. Even as Saki\'s grin became more ravenous and evil, even when goosebumps popped up on his arms, Muraki
refused to acknowledged the discomfort. style=\'mso-bidi-font-style:normal\'>It\'s only my nervousness . . .

 

The elder of the two reached out and embraced the
younger, holding him tightly. "Thank you." He whispered quickly,
pulling back and pressing a kiss to Muraki\'s
forehead. As soon as he did that, he backed away, and quickly went to leave the
room. He opened it and shut it, leaving Muraki to
touch his forehead, blink, and lay back on the bed, more confused than ever.
The goosebumps nevered ceased, nor did the newly spawned butterflies.

 

If only he had chosen to believe his bodily instincts.

 

* * *

 

Slam! Kazutaka-sama hit the
wall rather hard, his eyes staring widely at Saki,
who punched his fist to his opened palm.

 

"S-Saki .."

 

"I can kill you very easily like I did mother. If
you interfere with my life, or Muraki\'s, I\'ll make
sure you suffer more than she did. Nobody gets in my way, especially a man
who\'s slept with more than one woman. You have no honor. You taint your own
name, and expect your children to bear it. Bastard. I
warn you now . . . Muraki is mine to care for. And I
will not let anyone attempt to get in our way."

 

Kazutaka-sama glared at Saki, standing up from the wall. But as soon as he tried to
move, the edge of a sword was pressed against his throat. His eyes widened. One
of the twin swords in the wall behind Saki was
missing.

 

"Y-you wouldn\'t dare . . ."

 

Saki laughed. "Don\'t tempt
me old man. You ruined my family; I should ruin yours. I\'ve taken a liking to Muraki, though. He\'s untainted, pure, and very
beautiful."

 

"Stay away from him."

 

"Too late. He\'s under my
care. Under my trust. Touch him, warn him about this,
and you will die. And I will leave your mangled body for your insane wife to
discover, so that I can kill her too." Saki
pulled the tip of the blade from Kazutaka-sama\'s
throat. "This is my only warning." The brunette then turned around
and stalked from the room, sword still in his hand.

 

* * *

 

"My beautiful doll, how are we feeling today?"

 

Muraki leaned within his
mother\'s embrace, holding the Victorian Doll in his arms. "I\'m okay,
mother. I\'m happy to see that you\'re okay."

 

"I\'m fine, Muraki."

 

There was silence, before Muraki\'s
mother would slowly tug the Victorian Doll from Muraki\'s
embrace. "No no .. you shouldn\'t hold that. You
are much more beautiful than her. Nobody can compare to you, my doll, when it
comes to beauty. You are the one and only, perfect doll. Your face is gentle,
your hair is soft, and your eyes are unique. Nobody else can compare to my son.
You are my Victorian Doll. And you will always be that . . ."

 

Muraki said nothing, although
he held a sad frown with the absence of his doll, his best friend.

 

Green eyes closed within the shadows of the darkened
hallways just outside the room. The gleam of the blade twinkled just slightly,
before an invisible mass of shadow pulled from the wall and began walking from Muraki\'s room. A scowl was just seen from the pale light of
the moon, before he turned the corner and headed to his room. Upon entrance, he
whispered slowly to himself.



"Muraki.
Is. Mine."

 

* * *

 

(END CHAPTER 1)

 

So, what do you think?
Should I continue, or should I allow this story to rot in the archives and work
on others that would probably do better? Please give me feedback. It helps me
out with stories when I\'m in a slum. Already I have the basic plot of this
story working out. I just need to convert the plot into words so it can be read
and not thought of. Just a reminder that this isn\'t my first Yami no Matsuei fic, but it is on FF.net. And this is a notice that I do
not update very often because of time restrictions. I will, however, strive to
make quicker ones if people are interested in reading more. So tell me what you
think!! Thanks, bye.

 

-- Synchronized Love (aka Alana-chan)