Muse of the Black Handed (SakuAtsu)

5 : protect

Silence took over as they wait to get home. Kitsumu was sleeping, Kiyoomi is driving, and Atsumu is reflecting on what he did earlier. The disappointment is still there, he's not sure if it's because Shinsuke is still doing those criminal shit or is it because he's doing fine without him when Atsumu was torn apart, crying every night as he blamed himself why Kita left. It hurts to see him being so calm like he didn't do anything that made him suffer.

He received a text message from Osamu, asking if he's doing fine. The blond got too lost in his own thoughts, unable to reply to his brother. Atsumu found himself gently caressing Kitsumu's hair. Wondering how it feels like to have a daughter of his own. Kiyoomi on the other hand, looks at them lovingly. With a small smile hidden under his mask.

There's one thing bothering Kiyoomi though, will Atsumu act the same way he did earlier once he found out that he's also a yakuza? a bigger catch of yakuza.

"You okay now?" he asks. Atsumu nods and smiles at him. "Sir.. thank you for accompanying me. Uh.. are you going to be busy today? Your company might need you." he asked.

"Nah, I'm just at home. I'll be there only when it's necessary." Kiyoomi explains. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh, nothing really. I was just worried I'm taking some of your time to rest or to do some work." He said, shyly.

"Don't think about it too much. You're not bothering me. I feel fine whenever I see you with my daughter, to be honest." Atsumu's heart skipped a beat after hearing Kiyoomi's response. Good thing he's an excellent pretender.

To prevent the awkward silence, Kiyoomi asked him another question. A bit of hesitation can be heard in his tone, but Atsumu disregarded that. The question was simple, but powerful enough to make the atmosphere feel suffocating.

"You're inlove with him, right?"

Speechless. Atsumu can only stare at him and look down. Well, I used to be. I'm not sure now.

"Oh, sorry. Did I made you uncomfortable?" he asks, once again.

"No.. I just don't know how to answer that. You know what happened, yeah? It's not that easy to answer that question." He said with tired tone before leaning on his seat.

"I understand." Kiyoomi didn't pry any longer.

Kitsumu started rolling on the bed, letting everyone know that she's already awake, saying "Daddy~ Mr. Miya~ Good morning morning morning!" and the two them greets her back with a smile as she sat.

"Baby, what do you want for breakfast?" Kiyoomi asked as he already had tons of idea what food he's going to cook for his lovely daughter and this lovely man beside her. "Daddy, I want fried rice and fried eggs and fried potatoes and fried eeeeeeverythiiiinnnggg!" Kitsumu answers while motioning her hands in a circular motion.

The three of them just stared at each other for seconds before they started laughing.

For Kiyoomi, it feels like they're a complete family, a perfect one. Pain and suffering was no longer there. His daughter is no longer silent, thanks to Atsumu. For Atsumu, it feels comforting to witness a father and his daughter looking happier with his presence around. He genuinely cares about them for a reason he doesn't know. Maybe he just never knew what it feels like to have a loving father.

Atsumu never cared about anyone in the world except his brother, his mother, and Shinsuke. It's indeed surprising that he genuinely cared for these two, even though he actually didn't know them, nor gaining anything from the two.

While eating breakfast, the three of them ate with so much energy and happiness in them until Kitsumu asks them a question. "Daddy, can Mr. Miya be my papa now? Like.. my real papa.. I think it's cool that I get to have two dads!"

Atsumu choked on his food and Kiyoomi rushed to give him water, he started patting his back. It's not that Atsumu didn't like the idea, he likes it but it started him. Atsumu agreed to Kitsumu anyways, and that's not a problem to Kiyoomi as long as his daughter is happy.

In the middle of their happy moment, Kiyoomi rolled his eyes when his phone rang and it was Motoya. He smiled at the two before going out of the dining area to answer the phone call.

"What a nice time to call, Toya. Great, you ruined a moment." the sarcastic tone didn't bother Motoya as he delivered what he had to say.

"Miya Atsumu's father is also a yakuza boss."

come again?

"Not as powerful as our clan but he's looking for Atsumu and his brother and he'll hurt them. That crazy old man wanted to take revenge because their mom left him for another man. That's just some cliché reasons and it's fucking dumb but you had to know. What are we going to do about this?" Motoya said, his tone still in panic.

After Kiyoomi instructed what Motoya and the clan had to do, he went back.

'Why am i doing this for a stranger?' he thought.

At this point, Kiyoomi doesn't care about Atsumu being a stranger or not. He'll just do everything to protect Atsumu, no matter what it takes. He already failed to protect his wife, and he'll never let anyone ruin his happiness ever again.

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When he comes back, Kitsumu was already crying and Atsumu looked pale.

Someone sent his wife's brutally tortured body picture to Atsumu and Kitsumu accidentally saw it. Again.

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Author's Note.

Hello! Thank you for patiently waiting for the update tho it took me months, got too busy writing things on twt and school ahahahhaha and i still have an exam later hehe. But i'm sorry that the update's too short TT i'll try to update this regularly, huhu. My writing didn't improve, I think it got worse but I still wanna finish this fic ahahahahaa that's all and thank you again for waiting!!