Chapter 1 - Sunset Rising

    Living in a house with 6 males and myself isn’t always easy. Of course I do get pretty high status for helping people get closer to them, but then again they all end up getting rejected anyways leaving me to wither away in self-pity as they all bash me saying it was my fault. Nevertheless, I’ve grown used to it.
    The brothers I happen to live with are not my brothers, but to me they just could pass as just that. Naito, Morbid, Eri, Mogi, Syn, and of course Scythe living and helping me as they would each other as I do the same for them, only more. They just don’t know it yet however.
    These brothers are not human, and they’re not alive. Unlike most humans they’ve did and have been given another chance at life with a high cost. Of course, You’re curious on how each of these brothers were granted another life, and this is basically what this story is about. If you were expecting some lovely romance story you’ve certainly been directed to the wrong place.
    This story if far from a love story, although hardly any stories can go without some sort of romance going through it, so you won’t be entirely disappointed. This story is a tale on how the brothers were chosen to live, and what they have to go through in order for that to keep happening. Although this is only from my point of view, it’s as accurate as it’s going to get, unfortunately. I suppose I can start out with the eldest brother, Naito Tordu.
    Naito is a 29 year old boy currently running the household he and his brothers along with myself live in. He’s not like his brothers, not at all. To be exact he’s much more mature then them all. Although they somehow fail to realize this. But I digress, Naito died when he was 29 years old, His cause of death; he was beaten to death by both of his parents. Both of them becoming mentally deranged after Naito’s baby sister died. Her cause of death was caused by a monster. A monster that just so happens to control the very soul of the brothers and I.
    Naito’s parents were acting completely calm, collected and normal until one night when they started discussing thins about Naito, saying although he was their eldest and only child that he wasn’t worth having anymore. Like most humans, they were afraid of death. So they thought that maybe if they killed Naito that they just might not have to die. Suicide was not an option. So that night when Naito came home from his college studies, his parents welcomed him home with fake, yet warm arms. Sitting him down to eat dinner with them, and to talk with them. Moments later, all hell broke loose, for lack of a better term.
    Naito’s mother began. Shoving knives and forks into Naito’s body not a tear in her eye. The his father joined in, smacking him violently across the body with various poles, chairs and base ball bats. Being Naito, he didn’t fight back. Although he didn’t understand why, he didn’t fight back. His parents said nothing but “You little bastard, DIE.” the whole time, while Naito simply mumbled “Why…”
    His parents, eventually grew tired of their attempts and left Naito to die in that very spot. Bleeding, heartbroken and confused to die alone with no one. All he would think about is being able to see his baby sister again, hopefully. His life flashed before his eyes, the room grew dark, darker then night, He would have died in peace if he hadn’t been saved. He was unconscious for over 3 years, when he did come too however he knew nothing of what happened. All he knew was that he had been in a major car accident on his way home from school and both of his parents had given up on him living. He was placed in my care. Although I was far younger then he, my parents had no problem bringing him into the family even though they where hardly ever around.
    All Naito would do was sit, thinking about what had happened trying to remember something, anything that would help. Luckily, he hadn’t remembered what happened to his sister a few years back. Which was a relief for me. It meant I had less work to do. Eventually, Naito became more active with his life, regaining his ability to walk and talk normally. Within a year you would have never known he was in any sort of accident at all. He looked flawless, he talked perfectly, but one thing in him had changed. He was dead, and no longer human. I began to dwell on the fact that he’ll eventually find his gravestone which luckily was far away from where we lived, but still it could happen eventually.
    Shortly after helping and finding Naito, while he was still recovering I found another lost soul so to speak. His name was Eri. Although he was younger then Naito by 3 years he looked almost older then him. Standing in the back of dark alleys smoking like crazy, doing nothing significant with his life. You could only assume his death was caused by a feud between drug corners and such, but alas you would be wrong. Eri had suffered a less painful death then Naito had. Eri died one night while he drifted off to sleep from a sickness he hasn’t known he had. Eri died of AIDS, transferred to him from his girlfriend who just couldn’t keep her legs shut.
    When they found him in his home I had already gotten to him. He too was dead, but in a temporary sleep. Eri’s parents ordered a close casket funeral for him, everyone was there even myself. Everyone, but his own girlfriend that had caused his death. She was in the back of some rusty old van with yet another man. Not a single thought of Eri crossed her mind.
    Right before he was buried I got him out of the casket and took him to the house where Naito would help take care of him while my parents weren’t around. His funeral however, was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. As he was being lowered into the ground the sun was following him, setting a beautiful yet grim background setting for him. Too bad he wasn’t able to see it.
    Next on our list was Morbid. Morbid was gorgeous before he died and after he died. Looking absolutely angelic, but devilish at the same time. Of course, his good looks attracted a lot of attention, for the girls and the men. But, the men were not after him for his looks, they were after him for stealing all of their girlfriends. Morbid, unconsciously stole everyone women from every man he lived or knew. Although he didn’t mean to, he would pay the price. Being a popular male at the school he attended he was always invited to parties and such.
    One day at school the men of the football team oh so generously offered him an invitation to their little Halloween bash at the Quarterbacks house that same night. With a smile Morbid accepted that clueless fool. Everyone pretended to be super excited, high-fiving and giving man hugs saying thanks for coming and such.
    That night Morbid pulled in front of the house seeing people where already there dancing, and already half drunk as it is. Smiling and waving as they saw the new comer walking through the white marble doors.
    “Morbid! Nice to see you here.” The host of the party said smiling sweetly handing Morbid a red cup with a fizzy liquid inside of it. Like the clueless Morbid he was he didn’t notice the pills floating about at the bottom of the cup. Without thinking he downed the liquid within seconds of receiving it. He felt fine, happy and always looking angelic.  Moments later he crashed to the floor, not breathing, not speaking, Not alive.
    Might I remind you that these boys hadn’t died for the fact that it was “their time to go” of course not. This world isn’t that simple. They died because I was getting tired of them making the same mistakes all the time and thought it was time for them to become the monsters they should be.  Cruel, maybe. But in reality I saved them for what was coming for them at a later time. Moving on.
    Morbid joined our crew and much to my surprise (and I say that with as much sarcasm as possible) he hadn’t changed at all from when he was alive and kicking. Sure he was more beautiful then usual on the outside, but he was the same old dark, and dirty person on the inside. He kept babbling on about some kid that he was supposed to be taking care of, his brother or something like that he has said. Well I guess the only thing I could have done but watched and waited.
    Mogisu was Morbid and Naito’s younger brother, they seemed to love him very much and of course Naito has to object to me making Mogisu die. But, I had a feeling of guilt for wanting to kill such a gorgeous boy.  I wish I wouldn’t have to do anything to him and he could still exist in our world. I got my wish however. I didn’t have to kill the boy with my own powers. He died on his own a few days after Morbid had been converted and lived.  Poor boy died in a major car accident with his best friend and younger brother Syn and another girl that goes by the name of Crisis.  For reasons even I don’t know, Mogisu and Syn were the only ones to die, Crisis on the other had had been legally dead 6 times but in the end survived somehow.
    Just like their brothers, Syn and Mogi were shocked to find out what they had become and how everything came together. Of course they started babbling about how they saw thing coming from signs that honestly meant nothing. But of course we let them get it off their chest.
    A few weeks later I was informed that there was still one more Knight out there for be to get. But for the better of me I didn’t know why they wanted this child of all people. This child was nothing but a street dweller, spending his nights on the alley ways behind clubs and strip clubs and his days making his way through school.  My orders, nevertheless, was clear. Kill the boy and no one would notice. Didn’t take very long however, I made it quiet, peaceful. Trying to make him as comfortable as possible. I didn’t really want to make his eternal life much worse then it will be.  This boy was younger, 15 at most. Orphaned at the age of 10 so he was pretty used to the street life by then. He pleaded nightly to die in those alleys. Behind the dumpsters where he slept nightly. He never would have guessed his pleads would come true quicker then ever.
    It’s almost always my choice to find a way that my Knights would die. I’ve never been more happy about that in my life. I made Scythe die the night after his lonely 16th birthday. His birthday wish was nothing more then “Take me now.” He didn’t want to live on the streets anymore, helpless and looked down upon by the rest of the world.
    He arrived right on time, a few hours after he was pronounced dead. Unlike everyone else, Scythe was calm, quiet and accepting to everything I told him.
    “You died 15 minutes after you turned 16.” I said simply. “You are now one of us. Welcome to the Knights.” I said with a quick smile.
    “Thank…you…” He said quietly looking at his feet. As if he didn’t think he was good enough to look at me right in the eye.
    “It’s fine.” I said lifting his chin lightly with my finger. “It wasn’t to help you.” I added quickly not wanting to get too mushy right now.
    “But still…. You answered my wishes. I can’t thank you anymore, although I don’t understand what’s going on, I can’t even say where I am, Haven or Hell.” Scythe sighed.
    “You’ll learn in time…..” Naito whispered walking up to my side stiffly. “My name is Naito.”
    “I’m Monikutea, Moni for short.”
    “I’m Mogisu. Mogi for short.”
    “Morbid.”
    “Nice to meet you kid. I’m Eri.” Eri said the most happily of all, holding Syn tightly by the waist. Syn with a sour, but composed look on his face.
    “S-Syn.” he spat out.
    “I’m um… Scythe.” he said sheepishly.
    “Welcome home.” I said smiling again. “I think you’ll be comfortable here.”

Chapter 1 - Sunset Rising
    Living in a house with 6 males and myself isn’t always easy. Of course I do get pretty high status for helping people get closer to them, but then again they all end up getting rejected anyways leaving me to wither away in self-pity as they all bash me saying it was my fault. Nevertheless, I’ve grown used to it.
    The brothers I happen to live with are not my brothers, but to me they just could pass as just that. Naito, Morbid, Eri, Mogi, Syn, and of course Scythe living and helping me as they would each other as I do the same for them, only more. They just don’t know it yet however.
    These brothers are not human, and they’re not alive. Unlike most humans they’ve did and have been given another chance at life with a high cost. Of course, You’re curious on how each of these brothers were granted another life, and this is basically what this story is about. If you were expecting some lovely romance story you’ve certainly been directed to the wrong place.
    This story if far from a love story, although hardly any stories can go without some sort of romance going through it, so you won’t be entirely disappointed. This story is a tale on how the brothers were chosen to live, and what they have to go through in order for that to keep happening. Although this is only from my point of view, it’s as accurate as it’s going to get, unfortunately. I suppose I can start out with the eldest brother, Naito Tordu.
    Naito is a 29 year old boy currently running the household he and his brothers along with myself live in. He’s not like his brothers, not at all. To be exact he’s much more mature then them all. Although they somehow fail to realize this. But I digress, Naito died when he was 29 years old, His cause of death; he was beaten to death by both of his parents. Both of them becoming mentally deranged after Naito’s baby sister died. Her cause of death was caused by a monster. A monster that just so happens to control the very soul of the brothers and I.
    Naito’s parents were acting completely calm, collected and normal until one night when they started discussing thins about Naito, saying although he was their eldest and only child that he wasn’t worth having anymore. Like most humans, they were afraid of death. So they thought that maybe if they killed Naito that they just might not have to die. Suicide was not an option. So that night when Naito came home from his college studies, his parents welcomed him home with fake, yet warm arms. Sitting him down to eat dinner with them, and to talk with them. Moments later, all hell broke loose, for lack of a better term.
    Naito’s mother began. Shoving knives and forks into Naito’s body not a tear in her eye. The his father joined in, smacking him violently across the body with various poles, chairs and base ball bats. Being Naito, he didn’t fight back. Although he didn’t understand why, he didn’t fight back. His parents said nothing but “You little bastard, DIE.” the whole time, while Naito simply mumbled “Why…”
    His parents, eventually grew tired of their attempts and left Naito to die in that very spot. Bleeding, heartbroken and confused to die alone with no one. All he would think about is being able to see his baby sister again, hopefully. His life flashed before his eyes, the room grew dark, darker then night, He would have died in peace if he hadn’t been saved. He was unconscious for over 3 years, when he did come too however he knew nothing of what happened. All he knew was that he had been in a major car accident on his way home from school and both of his parents had given up on him living. He was placed in my care. Although I was far younger then he, my parents had no problem bringing him into the family even though they where hardly ever around.
    All Naito would do was sit, thinking about what had happened trying to remember something, anything that would help. Luckily, he hadn’t remembered what happened to his sister a few years back. Which was a relief for me. It meant I had less work to do. Eventually, Naito became more active with his life, regaining his ability to walk and talk normally. Within a year you would have never known he was in any sort of accident at all. He looked flawless, he talked perfectly, but one thing in him had changed. He was dead, and no longer human. I began to dwell on the fact that he’ll eventually find his gravestone which luckily was far away from where we lived, but still it could happen eventually.
    Shortly after helping and finding Naito, while he was still recovering I found another lost soul so to speak. His name was Eri. Although he was younger then Naito by 3 years he looked almost older then him. Standing in the back of dark alleys smoking like crazy, doing nothing significant with his life. You could only assume his death was caused by a feud between drug corners and such, but alas you would be wrong. Eri had suffered a less painful death then Naito had. Eri died one night while he drifted off to sleep from a sickness he hasn’t known he had. Eri died of AIDS, transferred to him from his girlfriend who just couldn’t keep her legs shut.
    When they found him in his home I had already gotten to him. He too was dead, but in a temporary sleep. Eri’s parents ordered a close casket funeral for him, everyone was there even myself. Everyone, but his own girlfriend that had caused his death. She was in the back of some rusty old van with yet another man. Not a single thought of Eri crossed her mind.
    Right before he was buried I got him out of the casket and took him to the house where Naito would help take care of him while my parents weren’t around. His funeral however, was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. As he was being lowered into the ground the sun was following him, setting a beautiful yet grim background setting for him. Too bad he wasn’t able to see it.
    Next on our list was Morbid. Morbid was gorgeous before he died and after he died. Looking absolutely angelic, but devilish at the same time. Of course, his good looks attracted a lot of attention, for the girls and the men. But, the men were not after him for his looks, they were after him for stealing all of their girlfriends. Morbid, unconsciously stole everyone women from every man he lived or knew. Although he didn’t mean to, he would pay the price. Being a popular male at the school he attended he was always invited to parties and such.
    One day at school the men of the football team oh so generously offered him an invitation to their little Halloween bash at the Quarterbacks house that same night. With a smile Morbid accepted that clueless fool. Everyone pretended to be super excited, highfiving and giving man hugs saying thanks for coming and such.
    That night Morbid pulled in front of the house seeing people where already there dancing, and already half drunk as it is. Smiling and waving as they saw the new comer walking through the white marble doors.
    “Morbid! Nice to see you here.” The host of the party said smiling sweetly handing Morbid a red cup with a fizzy liquid inside of it. Like the clueless Morbid he was he didn’t notice the pills floating about at the bottom of the cup. Without thinking he downed the liquid within seconds of receiving it. He felt fine, happy and always looking angelic.  Moments later he crashed to the floor, not breathing, not speaking, Not alive.