( ** ✧✧✧･ ——— This was his brother, who he hadn’t known about but by pushing himself into his parent’s business. His brother who had his body taken from him for their father’s prosperity. A father who didn’t even acknowledge Tahomaru unless he was doing something like killing the threat to the land. And then there was their mother. A mother who was so in love with her first child, that she mourned the loss every day and suffered.
( ** ✧✧✧･ ——— Thier’s was a horrible family - and most of it was gone. Tahomaru choked as he watched through tear-filled eyes as Hyakkimaru turned, the child too. They eyed him - he felt he was nothing in their eyes. Someone who had tried to destroy his own family for power.
( ** ✧✧✧･ ——— His whole body went stiff as he heard his name said quietly in the revere that was the early morning. The birds were in the trees and the wind carried sounds to those that were there, living only to die eventually. Seeing his brother’s eyes, the younger almost cried out. He didn’t like them, not like that.
( ** ✧✧✧･ ——— “ Aniue… “ He said in response to his own name again from Hyakkimaru’s lips. Legs giving out, the once proud and haughty heir to the Kunimitsu family crumpled to the ground, a sizable dust cloud hanging around. He didn’t know what to do - would his brother smite him for his crimes? Would he be dismissed as they went on their way? His tears dripped down his face from his working eye, the scar on his other throbbing as it too tried to produce tears.
He’d ravaged a whole land and it’s people.
He’d gone through Hell and back...
and is probably
𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕
going to go through more Hell for the rest of his life and the kami
of this world most likely have their sights set on him as of his birth,
so it’s not as if he journey was remotely near over.
He’d been fed as a disgustingly powerful meal for his foes
and those around him to bring prosperity to those who did not work for it,
for those who wanted a crutch to stand on as his blood and skin
𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 and 🇹🇴🇷🇪
through their mouths as they yelled and begged for riches and fame.
His family... left him behind to burn in the embers left from the fuel burned
from each day his body was used to power their everything;
the growth of their lands;
their success over wars;
each and all things they gained...
..and yet...
he wasn’t the only one that’s gone through so much in the whole event of things.
His mother prayed for him each and every day, even if it was all she could do.
She was the first to show that there was more than meets the eye to what was
happening behind the scenes.
...and Tahomaru...
...Tahomaru being led by his father...
Watching him as he starts reaching out his hand, Dororo’s breath hitches.
Wasn’t it over?! He can’t let him continue this! He got his body back, didn’t he?!
Before he’s able to get his name out, however, he stops and blinks in surprise.
Hyakkimaru places his hand on the side of the younger male’s face, head tilting to the side. Using his free hand, he points to himself.
【 “ Hyakkimaru. Aniue. My body, ” 】
he states, then points to the other,
【 “ Tahomaru, otouto. 𝙵𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢. Don’t do again. ” 】
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