'Stop it!' I hear him shout. He doesn't say my name but barks a command at me. I hold the razor to my arm. I'm so tired. I just want to make a few cuts and go to bed. I knew he was home. I left the door open to the bathroom since no one lives here but us. I know he knows about this. I don't care today. I look him in the eye. I look him down even though his height is outranks mine. I have the advantage because I know what he was doing in here before me.

'Don't be a hypocrite.' I mutter as I grip firmer on the blade. 'Don't be mad that this doesn't affect me because I'm half-demon while your body will suffer.' I spit as I slid the blade over my arm. It hardly stings. Just enough for some blood, just enough to make my point. Before I can even finish making the slit the wound is already closing. All the blood the seeped out has regenerated back in my body. No scar will remain, just the memory and a red blade. I scoff at him because he knows I'm right. 'Close the door.' I command back at him.

—

I'm charging at him. I go for his weakness. Not his wounded arm, that doesn't matter, by the time I get to him it's already closed. My hand is gripping his tail, his stupid tail that he clumsily leaves out. He shouts in pain as I pull down on it reaching for his arm with blade with my other hand. 'I said stop it.' I breathe into his face. He's an idiot. No evidence, no consequence he thinks. Ever since he awakened to his demonic power he started. He knows it won't hurt him physically. Not to mention the rush of relief that must come from those few seconds of slicing skin, just that moment, of forgetting that most of his life was a lie must be remarkable. I know of something similar. 'Deal with this pain properly.' I try to keep my voice calm, I'm talking to Rin yet it feels like I'm saying these words to myself.

'Say that to me again when you figure it out.' He shoots back gripping my arm with the blade. He's pulling it closer to his arm.

'Shut up!' I pull at his tail again; it's flicking agitated in my fist. I'm cut off from any more words as two of Rin's fingers are shoved in my mouth.

'Is this too stressful for you!?' he's pushing them deeper. 'Just throw up why don't you!' saliva is pooling in my mouth and dripping down my chin. He keeps moving and pulling his fingers so I can't bite down. I take the blade and push it hard on his arm and slide it slowly. He grunts in frustrated pain shoving another finger in my mouth further down my throat. I start to gag and mark another line on his arm.

—

He's trying to bite me but my fingers are pulling his cheek. He's holding onto my tail and I can't shake him off. Blood is falling down my arm crimson liquid pools at my pushed up hoodie sleeve and what isn't being absorbed drips from my elbow. Saliva falls from Yukio's mouth and on my hands as I shove them back down his throat. His eyes become watery and I realize my vision is becoming blurred the longer we stand here. I feel real pain in my arm and somewhere else. I feel the pain that I try to get rid of as I start to hear Yukio make the sound in his throat that he had mastered quieting. I pull my hands away.

—

He lets go and I run to the toilet. It's a mixture of water and something yellow I can't remember ingesting. It's a bland liquid with hardly any substance, something I'm not used to seeing. I glance at him panting. He looks at his arm in surprise. 'You cut me.' I hear him say, he almost chuckled.

'You made me throw up.'

We look at each other for a moment and erupt with laughter.

'We're seriously fucked up' my brother lets out with an amused tone.

'Pretty awful.' He looks at me his with wet eyes and a weak smile; I smile back holding my stomach.