Author's Note: Tai is in this story, as well as Yama, this is very angst, but I'm just wondering........Taito?? Anyone?? I didn't really plan on having romance in here at all, but if anyone want it to turn into a Taito, review and let me know. There's some violence in here, and please don't flame me because I made Yama's family mean. I just needed to do that to make the story work.
Oh, and Orcus is the Roman name for Death; I couldn't remember Yamato's father's name.
My Inferno
"…Really, Yamato, your cooking hasn't improved
one bit, in fact," here the woman took a bit of potato, tasting it gingerly,
"it has gotten positively worse."
The boy kept his face as blank as possible.
It was just another knife, another cold, sharp
blade Mother had chosen to stick through his heart. He had felt them
before; he could feel them again.
"I almost wish we were still married.
As much as I dislike you, Orcus, you deserve better food."
Father chuckled coldly, mirthlessly.
The knife twisted deeper; Yamato bit his lip.
They insisted that these, these dinners, were held for the broken family
to keep in touch, for Grandma and Grandpa to see their grandsons, but Yamato
had concluded, a long time ago, that they were nothing more than an opportunity
to torture him.
As if he didn't get enough of that from Father.
"Excuse me," he said softly, getting out of
his chair and walking down the hall, leaving his plate untouched.
Yamato's cold, expressionless mask melted
as the bathroom door closed, and he sighed softly.
No, he would not cry, not here, not now.
But deep inside him, Yamato knew he wouldn't cry later, either. He
knew he would never cry, because he could only cope with his life
if he remained emotionless, heartless, if he pretended to be inhuman.
He looked up into the mirror.
Deep blue sapphire eyes stared back at him,
a strand of shining golden hair falling into them. Yes, he was beautiful,
had the face of an angel.
But that beauty was diminished, darkened,
by the thinness and the paleness of his face, by the dark shadows under
his dulled eyes.
Yamato leaned against the sink. He wanted
desperately to go to bed, to curl up under his thin blanket, even if it
meant facing the nightmares, even if it meant waking up in a cold sweat.
But first there was the dinner, the apartment to clean, tomorrow's meals
to prepare, the pile of homework on his desk.
And Father's wrath.
Yamato shivered. His body ached still
from the night before; it hadn't had a chance to heal.
It never did.
"Yamato!"
The boy flinched. He didn't know if
he could keep that mask of cold indifference in place, didn't know if he
had enough strength to face another night of unbearable agony.
"Yes," Mother was saying as he returned to
the table, "Takeru has been doing extraordinarily well at school…"
Her eyes rested on her older son as he took his seat, searching,
trying to see if she had gotten to him.
Well you haven't, he thought, gazing
steadily back at her, eyes dry.
But the tiny flame of anger within him died
quickly. Fury could no longer numb him or shield him from the pain,
nothing could.
"Your teachers must all adore you," said Grandma,
directing her loving smile at Yamato's younger brother, "who wouldn't?
Such a kind, talented boy, and we are so very proud of you."
Takeru smiled back, then looked straight at
Yamato. The hatred and loathing in that look was like poison, and
Yamato felt something inside him shatter.
He loved his brother, with all his heart.
Takeru was the only one Yamato had allowed himself to love. Yamato
had willingly given him the power to hurt him, and Takeru had betrayed
him, had turned out to be one of them.
Yamato allowed no change to come over his
face, but his hand gripped the table, so tight that his knuckles were white.
He held his breath, willing himself to stay together, for the rest of the
evening at least.
Hours dragged by like years, and an eternity
had come and gone before he was finally left alone.
Alone, he smiled bitterly, I am
alone.
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Thanks for reading.
Rubisco
P.S. Other chapters will be WAY longer, I just wanted some feed back
before posting more. ^_^