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Fragile

Author note: I completed this sometime around 3 AM, so please forgive any mistakes in grammar or sentence structure. I'll fix them in the near future.

God! Why was Yukio such an asshole?! I'd fallen asleep in class again, and he totally bitched me out in front of everyone. It's absolutely humiliating, he could be more professional, but he chooses not to. It's because I'm the horrible fuck up of an older sibling. He looks down on me, and I can't stand it.

I gritted my teeth as I stomped through the puddles. The weather wasn't helping my mood, with rain pouring over me and making my hair flatten to my scalp. Grunting, I shoved the door open to our dormitory, slamming it shut behind me and sloshing my way up the stairs. My clothes dripped as I walked through the hallway, the uniform beginning to stick to me uncomfortably.

I pushed my door open and walked to the center of the room, staring at my feet, fuming. The sound of rain thumping off the roof was the only sound I could hear, my eyes watching the puddle beneath my feet grow wider. With a tinge of agitation, I started pulling off my academy jacket, cussing and growling when it fought against me. "Come on," I whined, desperation starting to lace my veins. It's been a shitty day and this was the last thing I wanted.

I basically tore the garment off of me, repeating the process with my button up and tossing them both to the floor. My blood pressure was through the roof and I was extremely done with the world's bullshit. I kicked off my shoes, not caring that I dragged mud through the entire building.

"Rin?" A high pitched voice called from outside the door. I turned and saw Kuro's large eyes assessing me. "What's wrong?"

I growled, "nothing, leave me alone." I stepped forward and shut the door in his face, staring at the woodgrain and sneering. Faintly, I heard him sigh, and I could only assume that he walked away. Even he was done with my antics, and that pissed me off even more. I turned and slammed my fist into the wall, pain rattling through my knuckles and causing a picture to fall to the ground. I saw it in my peripheral, just barely, as the frame made contact with the floor and glass shattered and flew everywhere.

My anger dissipated, replaced first by shock, and then with guilt. I took a deep breath and bent down, careful of the glass shards around me. I lifted the photo up, realizing how wet it had become and my heart dropped.

It was a picture of Dad and the two of us. It was his forty-seventh birthday, and we were circled around his birthday cake. I recalled that cake clearly, seeing as how it was my first attempt at a cheesecake and it had turned out atrocious. But Dad was absolutely beside himself as he praised me over and over for trying. The memory was fond, but I felt my heart throb as I wiped the dirty water off its surface.

Already, the paper was peeling apart and the perfect square was a bit misshapen. Glancing around, I became thankful that Yukio had a meeting tonight. I hurried into the bathroom, a few shards of glass sticking into my heel and making me wince in the process. That was the least of my worries as I ripped a towel off the hanger and put the photo on the counter, pressing the dry cloth against it.

"Yukio's gonna fucking kill me if he finds out." I berated myself, a horrible guilt settling in my gut as I desperately tried to dry one of the few physical memories I had left of my father. "I'm sorry, dad." I whispered, "this is just another fuck up to add to that ever extending list, isn't it? I'm such a stupid mistake, aren't I?" I cussed and slammed my fist against the counter, letting my emotions get the better of me. "God I hate myself so fucking much. Why'd I have to be a demon?" I shoved myself away from the sink, walking back into the room and kneeling by the shattered glass. Sighing, I started picking up the pieces, my fingers getting scraped by a few pieces. I grasped the largest piece, the cringe worthy sound of the glass scraping against the wooden floor.