Chapter 1

Grinning madly to himself, Shishiro dug around his drawer, pushing aside all sorts of crap he kept there until he finally found what he was looking for. He held it up in the light of his bedside lamp and watched it twinkle.

" Tonight my friend, you shall feel the broken bits of my heart." Shishiro unbuttoned the shirt of his school uniform and shrugged it off, revieling his bare chest. He pressed the flat of the cold, metal blade in which he had been searching for against his chest. He took in a deep breath and brushed his long dark bangs from his eyes as he tilted the blade so the point was directed to his heart. There was a knock at the door, and Shishiro shoved his knife under his pillow and sprawled himself out on his back on his bed before answering:

" Yeah?!" The door slid open and the stout form of his mother slipped gracefully into the room. She took in a deep breath and sat at the foot of Shishiro's bed.

" Sweety... your father and I have decided that we want another child..." Shishiro was still numb with the feeling of near-death, but this added more shock to the pile. For years his mother would yell at him while high on crack and start crying, calling him an accident. Both his parents got their tubes tied to prevent further children from being born, and now after that trouble, they wanted another kid. Wasn't he enough burden? It was probably for the politics, they would probably adopt or foster another child for his father's political position. There was silence, then finally his mother spoke again.

" I know it sounds like a terrible idea Shishi, but we've decided that you need a younger sibling. Your father and I have both noticed you aren't spending enough time with other people, and thought it would be best to get you a little brother. I know it sounds nuts, really I do, but in time you'll know it was for the best." Shishiro's dark eyebrows knitted together, and he sighed.

" It's for the money they give you for fostering a kid isn't it? Your gunna foster some innocent kid for Dad's reputation and for your crack money, huh?" Shishiro saw his mother's hand dart at him, but he caught it before she could slap him. She looked hurt.

" Don't ever talk about drugs again," she spat venomously. " It's for the best hunny," she added, her tone hopeful. Shishiro glared daggers at his mother, making no response. His mother slowly made her way to the door. " I love you Sweety," then she left, closing the door gently behind her.

Shishiro took the knife from under his pillow and tossed it into the drawer which he had left open. His eyes welled up with tears and his hands trembled.

" Great, another innocent soul dragged into Hell with me. Not like I have a hard enough time being alone already," He muttered to the ceiling, holding back the sobs hidden in his throat.