"Sa-Su-Ke" I remember playing with his name on my tongue. The day Kaa-san brought him home.
He was an ugly little thing too. How could  Kaa-san think that thing was cute?
I remember his first word.
"Nii-san” I can still hear him say it in that weak little voice.
He was always such a little loner; he always wanted to grow up to be just like his 'Nii-san'
I remember the day...he was eight years old...
I remember...when he looked up at me defiantly.
"Dou-san, Kaa-san, when i grow up I'm gonna be stronger than Nii-san!"
That was his dream...
and God, i loved my foolish little Otouto, I had to let his dream come true.
So I killed them, and I gave him the opportunity, no not 'The' opportunity. EVERY opportunity.
The chance to become strong mentally through loss. and the opportunity to become stronger than I am.
Why does my dear little Otouto hate me?
As I lie here in front of him, Dying, all I can say is.

"Your dream, my dear Otouto, I've made your dream come true."

He grew wide eyed. He slipped his thin arms under my neck and gently lifted my head.

"N-Nii-san..."

It sounded as though he remembered , and was about to say something, but just before, I drew in my last breathe, of air filled with a mix of blood and My Otouto's scent.
And rested...knowing for eternity that I had fulfilled my Dear, sweet, Otouto's life, through the loss of my own.