Little Toy Guns (OHSHC Kyoya Fanfic)

Little Toy Guns

Song: In between the coats in the closet
She held on to that heart shaped locket
Staring at a family flawless
But it ain't a pretty picture tonight
Mom and daddy just wouldn't stop it
Fighting at the drop of a faucet
Cuts through the walls catastrophic
She's caught in the crossfire
Puts her hands over her ears
Starts talking through her tears
She's saying, she's praying.

I wish words were like little toy guns
No sting, no hurt no one, Just a bang bang rollin' off your tongue
No smoke, no bullets, no kick from the trigger when you pull it
No pain, no damage done
Just a bang bang rollin' off your tongue

Wish there was a white flag waving or that they were both just faking
And it was just a game they were playing like shoot'em up cowboys
Leave the plastic pistols in the front yard
Throw away the score card and just turn off all the noise.

I wish words were like little toy guns
No sting, no hurt no one, Just a bang bang rollin' off your tongue
No smoke, no bullets, no kick from the trigger when you pull it
No pain, no damage done
Just a bang bang rollin' off your tongue

I wish they didn't cut like a knife
I wish they didn't break you inside
I wish they didn't bang bang make you wanna run, yeah

Like little toy guns
No sting, no hurt no one, Just a bang bang rollin' off your tongue
No smoke, no bullets, no shot from the trigger when you pull it
No pain, no damage done
Just a bang bang rollin' off your tongue
Oh like little toy guns
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Kito's POV
Why did things happen this way? Why did people who claimed to love each other fight? Why did I have to be caught in the crossfire? It was almost to much to bear. So much pain! When I was really young my parents starting fighting. It was never violent, but it was really scary for a child. Even after years, I couldn't deal with the fighting. Every single time a fight broke out, I went and hid under a pile of winter coats in my walk in closet. It was rather childish, but it made me feel safe.

I came from a pretty rich family. Okay, really rich. My family is the Nakanishi family. We are one of the wealthiest families in all of Japan. Everyone thought we were flawless and perfect. That's what my parents wanted everyone to believe. When anyone was around, my parents acted totally happy together. They had taught me to act like nothing was wrong and not to tell anyone of what really happened at home.

Me? I am Kito Nakanishi. I have short, bright orange hair and mocha brown eyes. I am 17 years old. I am the only child of Nao and Sugimoto Nakanishi. I am one of the only things holding those two together. They both cared deeply about me. That's why I would never let them see me break down or have a panic attack. I had panic attacks regular enough to be able to get control.

I was currently in my little fort of jackets. It was warm and muffled a lot of the sounds. Why did words hurt people? Words are like knives, they too often leave scars. Words are the most powerful weapon the human race had. I could hear screams and insults followed by choked back sobs and threats to leave and never return. I felt warm tears leak from my eyes as the screams got louder and louder. Eventually, I cried myself to sleep, curled up under the mass of coats.

I woke up a little bit before dinner. I took the extra time to fix my hair and makeup. I didn't want my family to see me really upset. They were upset to much. Their fights were at least every other day. It made them both really worn out emotionally, though they tried to hide it from me. I don't see why they tried to hide it. I could hear the fights. Our mansion was big, but both my parents could scream loud. As I finished my eye makeup, Mother called me to dinner. She didn't sound upset. She didn't have to, though, I knew if she was upset.

I ate dinner and had small conversations with my parents. They both seemed to notice me acting strange. It seemed to bring them together. "Kitty?" Father said. It was his nickname for me. I looked at him, "Yes, Father?" I said, looking at him. "You know that we care about each other, right?" He had his voice soft and kind. I gave a small nod, "I know." He sighed a little, "Me and your mother fighting doesn't mean we don't care about each other. It's all gonna be okay. I promise." I smiled softly and went around the table to hug Father. Mother smiled, "We are lucky to have such a great daughter." She glanced up at the large grandfather clock, "Kito, you should go do your nightly routine. Don't want to be tired for school tomorrow." I smiled, "Okay, Mother." I went upstairs to get a shower and go to bed. I actually liked my school. I go to Ouran Academy. It is a school for rich kids, basically.