All Your Fault

I do not own any of the characters, yada yada yada . . . .
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“I’m gonna hate this, I know it.” Nero couldn’t help mumbling to himself as he stared up at the loud, very PUBLIC, high school.

“Nah, you’ll do fine!” Weiss threw his arm around his little brother’s shoulders, grinning broadly. “Just stick close to me, and you’ll survive.”

“Mm-hm. But, ya know, this school is so much more different than the other one! So loud, so . . . . filthy.” Nero wrinkled his nose derisively as he watched all of the girls with the flab hanging over the rim of their jeans.

Weiss groaned and started to walk away. “You’re just too picky. Whatever. Be Emo about school, by yourself.”

“Weiss! Wait up!” The black haired one ran to catch up with his grinning brother, trying to hide it so futilely.


“Attention class! Attention!” An old teacher clapped her hands to attract as much attention as possible from the students. “We have two new students now. They are from Japan, and I don’t know if they can speak Engl-”

“We can speak English fine.” Weiss cut in sharply, stepping into the room with the dark shadow of his brother close behind. “I’m Weiss, and this thing attached to my ass is my little brother Nero.” Weiss pulled Nero into view, holding him, almost protectively, against his chest.

Just as Nero looked up at Weiss in confusion, the teacher cleared her throat. “Very nice. Please go have a seat with each other.”

“Sure, come on, ya little leech.” Weiss started off with the large steps he was known to, dragging the Sable on after him, producing many titterings throughout the room.


And so the day continued with much boredom, much napping. Finally, the day ended.

“Finally! God, what a horrible day!” Weiss stomped out of the doors, knocking a few Preps off the steps.

“Weiss, stop that. I am so sorry.” Nero stopped to apologize to the Preps, then hurried on. “Weiss, slow down. God dammit! Weiss!” Nero grabbed his brother’s arm and yanked him to a stop. “Geez Weiss . . . .” Nero rested his forehead against Weiss’s shoulder. “Don’t do that.”

Weiss’s face softened as he looked down at Nero. “Hey, sorry about that. I completely forgot-”

“About me? You forgot . . .” Nero broke off and shook his head as he released his brother’s arm. “Never mind. You’ve already made friends, and I’ve . . . . Forget it. Never mind.”

“Nero! Wait, Nero!” Weiss reached out to stop his brother, but Nero was off into the Darkness he empowered. “Dammit, Nero!” Weiss snarled, ignoring the strange stares, questioning the sudden disappearance of the darker brother.


Nero tossed his backpack to the said and collapsed on his bed, tears running down his face. “This is stupid. I shouldn’t care! I shouldn’t! But . . . .” Nero turned his face against the stolen pillow. The forbidden pillow. Weiss’s pillow. “But I do care. Too much. Too much . . . .”


Weiss returned home late at night from some scoffed-at act. He tip-toed as quietly as his large body would allow him, but stirring was heard from the other bed in the room.

“Where were you?” A VERY awake voice split the semi-silence in the room as Nero propped himself up to get a better view of his brother. His brother was no longer in the “school uniform” they had to wear, but in dark blue jeans, a white tank top, and a light blue sweat shirt.

“Er, out?”

“That won’t work, Weiss. I want to know where you were.”

“Why? Why do you care?”

“Because I love you Weiss!” Nero breathed in sharply after he said that. “As all brothers should.”

“I was out on a date, alright? All meet a nice girl today in math. I offered to take her out to dinner, and it lasted longer than I expected. Happy now?” Weiss proceeded to get undressed, but it wasn’t dark enough to hide the scratch marks zig-zagging his back.

“It lasted longer because you had sex, right?” Nero dug his fingers into the bed, anger and hurt building stronger by the minute. “On a first date, Weiss! How could you? You’re revolting.” He laid down and rolled over angrily, not wanting his brother to see the tears leaking from his eyes.

“Nero, why should you care whether or not I do things like this? You know it’s in my nature! Just get a life and stop caring so much! Damn.” Weiss sat down forcibly on his bed, pulling off his boots just as forcibly.

No matter how hard Nero tired, he couldn’t mute the sobs that racked his body.

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re crying? Stop crying, dammit.” Weiss, shook his head and climbed into bed, resisting the urge to go comfort his little brother.


Nero went to school, as usual, but didn’t wake Weiss up. He knew it was wrong, but he wanted to get revenge SOMEHOW.

In the middle of second period, Weiss walked in and tossed a note onto the teacher’s desk. “Sorry I’m late, teach. Won’t happen again.” Weiss sat down reluctantly next to Nero, glaring at him.

Nero, of course, the smart one, pretended not to see it as to avoid a quarrel.

Lunch time rolled around, and Nero went off to sit and sketch by himself. Occasionally he would glance up and watch his brother, but he did not know that Weiss was doing the same.

Weiss felt bad about ditching his brother, but he wanted to get back at him as well. He wanted Nero to know that he had his own life, and the Sable should learn how to think about himself.


After school, Nero went off to the park to blow off some steam. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t help absorbing a few people into his darkness. It made him feel close with people, feeling them squirm around in the infinite darkness of his soul. He stayed out and collected souls until 10 o'clock. He should have stayed out longer.

Opening the door slightly, he froze. The rhythmic sounds of sex were coming from the room. “Oh god, please no. Please just let it be Rosso . . . .” He looked into the room, and a small gasp escaped his lips.

There was Weiss, over some Prep, pounding her. The sight would have been beautiful in any other circumstance, to see his brother, slick with the sweat of sex, but besides the fact that he was having sex with SOME OTHER slut from school.

“Please no. Please no. Anything but this . . . .” Nero turned and ran off, not able to stand it any longer.

And so, the nightmare started.