Kaito inched out of his room. All was quiet for he believed that everyone was asleep, including his brother Akaito. His dad should still be at work, so there was no threat awaiting him. Or that's what he thought. "Just where do you think you're going," growled a voice that he could recognize as his mother when she was drunk. Kaito paled. He slowly turned around. "Uh, N-no where Mother. Just going to the kitchen for some ice cream."
"Oh really?" His mom raised her eyebrows through a bunch of opiates. "How can that be, when the kitchen is the other way? Have you forgotten left and right, you failure and freak?"
"I--" Kaito stammered but his dad had just come back from work. "What's going on in here!" That voice always filled the 17 year old with dismay. It meant something bad was going to happen. "Oh nothing much, just reminding the blue haired freak how much of a failure he is." His mother said casually. Kaito looked away when his dad said, " just telling him isn't going to change it" As his mother handed his father the bottle of sake, Kaito pleaded, "no, please!" And proceeded to protect his face. It was no use, for his father smashed the bottle on the top of his head causing him to fall, and both his parent started kicking him in any place they could find. Death would be a relief, he thought as he lost consciousness. In fact, it would be perfect for a failure like me...