~Infatuation~ [UNDER MAJOR EDITING]

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TW for this chapter v//o//ence and ab//se, please proceed with caution!!

Mini Prologue wooosh~
Ouma and Saihara have been together for somewhere around four months. Its been a beautiful four months. To them, its only been days. Saihara's parents have yet to return from wherever they are, hes planning on introducing his beautiful boyfriend. Ouma has been home alone for around a week due to his mother being gone for work training. Our two boys think all is right in the world and everything is looking up for them. But... We're changing that ~

3rd POV wooooooosh~

Friday afternoon is the same as always. Ouma and Saihara walk home hand in hand. Unfortunately, Ouma cannot stay over at Saihara's this weekend for whatever reason. He never disclosed the details to Saihara, but assured him everything was okay. Saihara believed him, why would he have any reason to think he was lying. They sadly parted ways, sharing a warm hug and a tender kiss before leaving. 

Saihara laid around, expecting another boring weekend like he had before he and Ouma got together. He rewatched season 50 of Danganronpa. This was his favorite, mostly because of Kyoko. Everyone hyped up its following season, but he much preferred this one. He figured it'd fill the 48 hours he'd be away from Ouma and take his mind off the fact that he was separated from his love. 

Timeskip a few hours woooooosh~

Saihara had been snapped out of whatever thought was on his mind by a frantic pounding on his front door. He rushed to get it. What he saw made his stomach twist into knots. Ouma was at his door, a spot holding a brilliant red hue to it, tears streamed down his face. "Ouma!! What happened?" He yelled, pulling the smaller inside. 

Ouma needed to calm down before he could form a coherent sentence. "My dad. He showed up. I don't know what he wanted but something cause he started tearing up my house. When I tried to make him leave he.. He.." "He hit you?" Saihara interrupted as Ouma's voice began to break again. Ouma nodded.

A rage unlike Saihara had ever felt before began to burn like a raging fire. This was more intense than when Momota struck Ouma. This was new. It was coursing through his veins. It clouded his thoughts. He wanted whoever this was dead. "Where is he? I'll make him leave." Saihara said, a chilling coldness in his voice. "Come with me.. But please don't hurt yourself.." 

Ouma and Saihara walked silently to Ouma's place. A beat up pick up truck was messily parked in his driveway. They walked in to a complete mess. "What the hell! Why- The table! Do you even know how much thats worth? Moms gonna kill me!" Ouma yelled. Saihara noticed the broken coffee table laying in front of one of his two couches. "Shut up you worthless in great! You're mom isn't gonna do shit! All she had to do was give this to me..." A man called. A man somewhat resembling Ouma stepped in the room. "The fuck's this?" He asked. "None of your fucking buisness." Saihara said flatly, before charging at the man. He landed one punch before he was knocked to the floor. His dad might've looked like a weak man, but that punch to his gut was strong. So strong it left Saihara wheezing on the floor. However, he hadn't finished. His dad got down to Saihara and went to town, striking him everywhere he could get. 

"Get off him!" Ouma yelled. He didn't budge. He continued with what he'd started. "I SAID STOP!!" Ouma yelled. He struck him with a table leg from the broken table. He hit him again. And again and Again. Suddenly he went down. Ouma walked away. The sound of a door opening and some rustling was all Saihara could hear. The weight of the man on top of him had lifted unexpectedly Suddenly... 

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Saihara could faintly make out Ouma's figure holding a blunt object, hitting something over and over again. Ouma had no clue what he was doing. All he saw was red. He didn't see the crimson liquid staining the baseball bat. Or the deep red trickling out of the man who called himself Ouma's father. Suddenly the reality hit him. He had just killed a man. 

"Oh god.. Oh no.. He's.. He's actually... Oh my god! Dad!" Ouma yelled, volume increasing as he stammered on. Conscious had come back to Saihara enough for him to sit up and crawl to Ouma. There he sat, crying and shaking the dead man on the floor. "Oh god.. No no no no no, c'mon wake up!!" He cried. "Why do you... Even care?" Saihara mumbled. "He hurt you..." Ouma looked back, shocked. "So?! He was my dad! He made me! He loved my mom, he loved me! I-I... I JUST KILLED SOMEONE OH GOD!!" Ouma wailed. 

Ouma sobbed, sitting in the growing pool of blood spilling from the unreckognizable skull of a man Saihara was glad to see dead. He hugged Ouma. "Hey.. Crying is gonna have to wait, we gotta get rid of this.." "No no no Saihara we're going to jail!" Ouma cried. "Not if we get rid of this." Saihara said, a calming tone washing over his voice. Ouma sniffed. "They'll try to separate us my love. But if we get rid of this we'll be okay. I need to go get a few things, don't move okay?" Saihara said. Ouma nodded. 

Saihara returned to his home, heading straight for the garage. There he grabbed a hand saw, trash bags, and rubber gloves. He had never been more grateful that his parents were huge on gardening and lawn care. 

He came back to Ouma's to see him stroking the broken skull of his father. "Ouma?" Saihara asked. He heard him faintly singing. "Ouma what are you doing?" Ouma looked up and smiled. "Singing him to sleep. My mom said he used to do that before he well, y'know." He said. His voice was shaky like he'd been crying. Saihara was confused by this sudden attitude change, but nonetheless, got to work. 

Together, he and Ouma separated the body and stuffed it into bags, tying them tightly. Ouma happily did most of the work. They tossed the bags in the back of the pick up his dad drove. "I know how to drive well enough, okay my love." Saihara said. Ouma nodded and hopped into the passenger seat. The idiot had left his keys in the truck.. 

They drove four hours to the nearest lake in complete silence until Saihara finally spoke. "Hey, are you okay?" He asked. "What do you mean? I just killed someone. I don't even know how to feel. I'm happy he'll never hurt us again, but I just took a life. I took a life with my own two hands. It was so easy, I'm impressed, but scared. Is my life that easy to take? I don't even know what this feeling is but I hate it and love it at the same time I don't get it." Ouma rambled, like that had been bottled up for years. "Wow.. Thats a lot.. Well, I'm here. There's no reason to be scared, I'll protect us." Saihara replied, wrapping an arm around him. 

They went to a hill like area. The two grabbed the bags and tossed them into the lake. Then, they drove back home. Suddenly, Ouma laughed as if he found something humorous. However, Saihara saw the tears rolling. This was like his visual representation of what Ouma had been saying earlier about how he felt. He wrapped his arm around Ouma again, rubbing his thumb up and down on his shoulder. Soon, Ouma began to calm down. 

They got back and cleaned up what they could. The table unfortunately had to be thrown out. "I'm tired Shumai, lets go to sleep." Ouma said. Saihara started for the stairs, getting cut off by Ouma. "Can we please go to your house, I can't be here. It reminds me of what happened too much..." He said, voice shaking. 

They went to Saihara's and curled up in his bed. Ouma softly cried himself to sleep, Saihara held him close the whole night, assuring him he'd be okay. But, Saihara was lying. He didn't even know if they'd be okay. He didn't know if he himself would be okay..

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Yeah wow morbid chapter huh? I told you I knew where I was going with it. I stole the hc of Ouma k//ll//ng his dad, I was gonna have him do that, I just didn't know to who. Anyways, next chapter will be a bit better. Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed. Love ya!!