A Sibling's Love

Yoshito POV

I didn't need to use my keys as I entered Kuro's apartment, our apartment, as it was already unlocked.

There was truly staggering amount of people in the apartment that were drinking like it was their last day on earth. Maybe it was.

Some of them were also armed, seems like weapon laws had changed after I had left.

Most of them looked at me with suspicion, which was strange, and one man even tried to stand up to confront me, but was stopped by a man, a quite short one, sitting next to him. I recognized that short man, I think I may have seen him before I left.

He was part of the group that didn't look at me with suspicion, but with respect instead. Respect I didn't know why I was reciving.

Maybe I had just seen wrong, as it was hard to see anything properly with the flasing lights.

"Yoshito! You're back!"

I turned to look into the living room, and there he was. My brother. Kuro.

He didn't seem to be sober, staggering towards me.

"Yeah, some terrorist was apperently starting to spread his influence near the school, so it was shut down. How have you been?"

"Never been better! You came back just at the right time too! We have almost won!"

"Who are we? And won what?"

"The revolution, of course!"

A revolution? What had been happening when I was gone, and how was my brother involved in that mess?

"HEY! TURN OFF THE MUSIC, IT'S STARTING!" A man shouted from the living room, and seconds after that the music turned off and everyone streamed into that room.

"Come on Yoshito, let's go. I'll explain everything soon. You're gonna love it!"

He grabbed my hand and dragged me through the crowd of people infront of the television. The people stepped aside the moment he came near, not out of fear, but out of respect.

They had saved seats on the couch for us, which was nice.

It seemed to be a press conference they were listening too.

"The re education camps will be shut down, only for a time mind you, until All For One is stopped. In each of his attacks, he and his forces have left hundreds dead."

Is this what Kuro means by revolution? What have you gotten yourself into?

"And that is what our Prime minister has said about that matter. Now, regarding the latest attack by All For One, hundreds of workers were found dead at the scene, both guards and other personel."

Kuro grabbed the remote and shut the television off, and with that roars of happiness rose around us. And then there was my brother, looking so at home with these terrorists. These villains.

The short man that had stopped someone from trying to confront me walked up to my brother.

"It's all thanks to you All For One, without you, well, we couldn't have done this! We wouldn't even have gotten started!"

My brother is... All For One?

I looked over to him, and he was smiling, like there was anything in this situation to be happy about. Like he was celebrating the deaths of hundreds.

What had happened after I left?

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I only saw death and blood where my brother saw glory, freedom and revolution.

He left the broken corpses of his enemies and innocent bystanders behind, as if hundreds, if not thousands of innocent being swept along meant nothing.

As if they had chosen to die for his greater good.

All I saw in the flames after he had rescued one of his allies from imprisonment was death and destruction. Anarchy.

My brother saw his delusions in the destruction.

What he had become disgusted me. Where was the kind older brother that always supported me, that always helped me?

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He was going around showing me all the good he was doing, as he called it. Today he had called me along to while he was making a deal with two people.

It was all fine and dandy until he spoke to the man whose quirk he had taken, someone whose quirk lead to a mutated jaw, which led to his family not wanting to associate with him.

"If I ever need help in the future, you will help me, right?"

"Of course! Ask me for anything, anytime!"

He was saying this as if he genuinly thought my brother didn't just do this to gain more followers, more power.

I stayed silent until Kuro was done with all of his little deals.

"So, my foolish younger brother, what do you think? Am I really such a monster, when I am doing nothing but help those who ask for help? Does that not make me a hero?"

"You are just exploiting these people. You just want more loyal servants don't you!?"

He seemed genuinely hurt by that.

"Of course not. I am doing this to bring back order to the world. To give the quirked a place in this world! So what if I ask for something in exchange?"

"So what?! As if you aren't doing this for more power!"

He was quiet for awhile after that, and that made me scared. How little he seemed to care for my opinion these days.

He rose to power like the villains in stories. With death and destruction.

"The world may have become fantasy, but it's still real. I can't gather thousands willing fighters to my cause with a speech. And if the world won't care about those with quirks, then I will!"

"And who will stop you when you go too far!?"

He smiled at that, far too cold compared to what his smiles was.

"And I think you finally get it. NO ONE! I do this for us, and I will not let anything stop me!!"

If this was a story, he would be the villain, wouldn't he? I told him that.

He laughed. It was a mad thing. I dont know if anything of my brother is left in him.

"You don't get it do you? You are lost in delusions of this world being a comic aren't you? Well, it isn't, there is no villain in this story. Merely many perspectives you can look from! So, which will you look from?"

He seemed expectant, as if he thought I would choose his.

I didn't.

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"-ntil you get that this isn't just a game, and come to your senses, you are staying in there!"

The vault closed, and I couldn't get it open.