This world is cruel, but at least I still have you. (A Genya x Muichiro story)

Chapter 1

"Muichiro, wake up, school." A hand was pushing him slightly,

"Hmmmmm, five more minutes," Muichiro slapped the hand away and pulled the covers over his head.

"You said that ten minutes ago, now get up or we'll be late." Yuichiro pulled the blanket away from Muichiro, who groaned in response.

"You're so meannnn,"

"Sure, now get up." Yuichiro told him as he walked out of their room. Muichiro sighed, his brother had a short temper, so it'd be better if he'd actually listen to him for once. He slowly stood up, and immediately felt dizzy, his ears started to ring, he felt as if he was going to throw up. Muichiro sat back down on his bed, and held his head between his knees. His head started to hurt yesterday, and he knew damn well why.

Yesterday~ (TW. A bit of abuse, nothing to major, but if you want to skip, skip to where the ✨is)

"Mui~ I have a mess that you need to clean up!" Said a gross voice in the dining room.
It was Gyokko, just the sound of his voice made Muichiro want to puke. Kokushibo, the twins awful uncle, always had his friends come over at least once a week. They treated the kids like slaves, forcing them to cook their dinner and clean up after them. Bring them alcohol when they were to drunk or lazy too. And if they didn't listen, they resorted to violence, mostly a slap across the face or being thrown into a wall. Yuichiro looked at his brother, who choose to ignore the man for now.

"You should get it now, or you'll just get yelled at later."

"Yeah, I know." Muichiro put down a dish he was rinsing off, and walked into the dining area.

"Ahh there you are, I was beginning to think you didn't hear me," Gyokko said, he was sitting next to a rainbow-eyed dude named Douma, definitely one of the worst guys there.

"Pick up the glass, will you?" He pointed to a broken wine bottle by his feet, there wasn't much wine left in the bottle, so he wouldn't have to get a towel. Muichiro kneeled down and started to pick up the glass, he pulled his shirt out and used it as a bag to put the broken glass in. He could feel the stare of Douma and Gyokko the whole time, as if they were waiting for him to mess up. Finally, all the glass was off the floor, he could go back into the kitchen where his brother was.

"Mui! You missed a piece!" It was Gyokko again, he held a small piece of glass in his hands, motioning Muichiro to get the glass. Muichiro sighed internally, he could see where this was going. He walked over to Gyokko and Douma, and held out his hand for the glass, shaking ever so slightly. He could smell how nasty the men were, Gyokko smelled like a bunch of dead fish. Gyokko put the glass in his hand, litteraly. Instead of just dropping it he set the pointy part right into the skin in his hand. Muichiro flinched and cursed when he felt the glass break through his skin.

"Fuck!" He jumped back and held his bleeding hand.

"Ah, now now Mui, it isn't nice to swear at your elders." It was Douma now, he grabbed a fistful of Muichiro's hair and knelt down to his eye level.

"You need to learn how to be more respectful." He threw Mucihro into the table, the higher point of the back of his head hit right into the corner. The glass that was in Muichiro's shirt fell all over the ground again.

"Oh my, looks like you'll need to clean that up again!" Douma pulled out his fan, he went over to Muichiro and lightly tapped his head with it.

"Maybe that will teach you a lesson." He walked off into the living room with Gyokko close behind.

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As soon as the two left, Yuichiro walked in, already with a first aid kit in his hand, it seemed like he also guessed what was going to happen. He knew that his Uncles friends seemed to get a good laugh out of tormenting them, it was almost like a sick game to see who could fuck up the twins mental state the first.
"Let me see." He sat down next to his little brother, Muichiro held out his hand, which still had the glass in it. Yuichiro inspected it for a second, then pulled out down tweezer street from his bag.