
Vixen sat on the stairs trying not to panic. He looked at Jinn tears streaming down his face and screamed, spraying his blood in a fine mist. “My…Nii-san…raised his blade against mine once…! And Yes he tried to strike me down, he tried to take my life! Even though I was begging, I was pleading for him to stop…and then…” Vixen’s head went into his hands, as he shook. “My mother…she loved him…she always loved him, and she told me of a way…to get out, to get him out alive…”
Slowly Vixen started to slide of the top half of his robe shaking his head, he swore he was losing it, all of it… But something, another voice, that voice was telling him to revisit those now un clouding memories. There as his white top fell down across his surprisingly well built chest, hovering near to his heart along with others was a huge scar. It ran up his torso, and stopped inches away from his heart.
As if speaking from a dream he muttered, “I was so confused, so sad…I didn’t understand why we had to fight…I didn’t want to fight him…He lunged, and I knew I had an opening…I could’ve stepped right and brought my blade down on his neck…but I froze…He was my Nii-san…my Aniki…I couldn’t…so I-I hung onto his blade as it ripped through me…and I did what my mother told me to do…”
Vixen drew in a breath and everything became fuzzy, he couldn’t remember…his… The bartender started to double over but caught himself on the railing. “I…should’ve killed him…he hated me…I don’t know why he hated me so…I don’t know why Jinn…whoever you are…I don’t know why…” Vixen shook his head, in order to keep himself awake and not pass out, block out the images that started to cause so much pain. The past…was it the past? Or did he need to go check himself in right about now…was he having withdraws? What was happening….?! Vixen screamed softly and buried his head into his knees as he started to cry harder, for once he wanted home…whether it was real or not…this wasn’t home…