Horrible Kids
Ganta’s lip lifted slightly as his brother asked who was he to tell him that. Who? He could show him who! The young male shifted slightly, a low growl building in his chest. “Dead anyway? Shows how much you cared for our blood.” Though the remark about Obscoro hurt, creating a sting, the young man did his best to shake it off. “Mother was the only sane one out of you lot. Such a shame she’s already raced off to join father at the Hellgates.” Ganta’s ghostly white orbs narrowed the moment Enigma caught the underlying scent of Roza on his coat.
“You’re treading on thin ice, ‘nigma.” He warned, his voice becoming more heated. “I happened to be looking for our other sibling, thank you very much, who no one seemed to care was even kidnapped. It just so happened I caught wind of mother on the way back, right before she jumped to her own death.. and ‘saken? Who the fuck knows where that bastard went. Or Paradox. But I suppose you don’t even care about your own siblings anymore, do you?” There was obvious anger boiling in his eyes now, tail lashing back and forth.
“…and for the record… Shiro is still around… and thinks he’s a girl.” Ganta wasn’t even sure why he was sharing the information now, but a twisted smirk appeared on his face as well. A smirk that was close to Enigma’s own. “Father could have killed me back then, yes, but now, if he could have tried I would have killed him.” The brute paused. “…and if you mess with her family I’ll tear you apart You’ll wish you were dead!” Ganta’s voice rose to the heavens. He didn’t care if his family considered him a traitor. He had a right to walk his own path. Yet, even then, he wished he wouldn’t need to spill his brother’s blood. He’d do it if he had to, but he would not make the first move. |
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