90 Day Saioumami Challenge

𝟚𝟝 - Hit Me, Hit Me and See What Happens to You. ♥️

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Domestic abuse.
Homophobia.
Murder.
Arranged marriage.

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"I don't want to do this," Kokichi muttered as he cried into his hands.

"It'll be fine," Shuichi whispered, rubbing circles on the male's back.

"Everything's going to go well, we'll be right by your side," Rantaro smiled as he planted a kiss on the top of Kokichi's grey hair.

The trio had recently become engaged to each other and had told their families, now, it was time for the Oumas to receive the news. Taking a deep breath, Kokichi wiped away his tears and stepped out of the vehicle. Ever since he'd moved out with his fiancees, Kokichi had gone no contact with his parents due to his childhood being less than ideal. However, their friends had pressured them into telling his parents as it would be the better thing.

As he watched the front door swing open, Kokichi flinched as his mother screamed and wrapped him in a bear hug. He knew it was fake, it'd always been fake. Fake love had been all he knew before he dated Shuichi and Rantaro.

At the age of twenty, Kokichi had run away to escape the abusive home. They were horrid parents, despicable human beings that he'd hoped he'd never hear or see again in his life. Running away had been difficult but he had his then boyfriends by his side, helping every step of the way. He'd never been happier, but now, face to face with the people who caused him nothing but despair, the memories came back to haunt him.

Now he had to tell the two most homophobic people in his life that he was engaged to two men.

"Mum, Dad, we have something to tell you both, that's why we're here." Ouma gasped as she began to calm down from her fake high, ushering the men towards the living room. The trio sat side-by-side with Kokichi's fiancees protectively holding onto him.

"What's the matter, son?" Kokichi frowned at his father's words. He always despised the nickname, especially from the people who birthed him. They were no parents of his and he was no son of theirs.

"Nothing's wrong, it's good news," Kokichi sighed in an attempt to stall.

"Come on Kokichi, you can do it," Shuichi whispered with a smile. 

The small man spat out the news before Kokichi's parents could insult them. "We're engaged. The three of us. All three of us are getting married."

Silence enveloped the room as the hair on Kokichi's body stood on its ends, his hands trembling in fear. He'd witnessed his parents' view on homosexuality and half-expected them to stab everyone since his parents always talked about cleaning the world of what they considered a sin. Without explanation, Kokichi's mother chuckled and stood from her seat, smoothing out her outfit before walking away.

Yelping, Kokichi no longer felt the couch as his body hung in the air. His father grabbed his shirt in his fist, purple eyes of rage locking with violet eyes of terror. As Ouma raised his fist, Kokichi smirked and huffed. "Hit me, hit me and see what happens to you." Ouma seemed taken aback as he frowned. The boy had never stood up for himself in his life. "I'm done with your shit. You're not going to hurt me anymore, see what happens if you hurt me again."

The newly engaged trio had agreed beforehand that Shuichi and Rantaro would stay back unless things spiralled out of hand. Kokichi wanted the satisfaction of beating his parents himself, to finish his fight.

"You fucking faggots! I didn't raise a goddamn gay!" Ouma screamed in his son's face, still holding Kokichi by his shirt.

"Yes you did," Kokichi grinned.

"You're not fucking gay! They've persuaded you to sin, it's their fault!" Ouma glared at his future sons-in-law with pure hatred.

"Come on break it up." Rantaro stood from the couch as Ouma's voice grew louder, stepping between the two. Kokichi's father let him go and snarled at Rantaro. Watching as Rantaro's mouth opened to speak, Kokichi gasped as blood spurted from between his lips. Blood splashed on Kokichi's arm as he reached up to his green-haired fiancee.

"Rantaro? What's wrong?!" Kokichi shouted. The male groaned as blood poured from his mouth, dripping onto the male. Not answering his worried boyfriend, Rantaro sighed and fell into a crumpled heap on the floor. "Mum what the fuck?!" Screaming, Kokichi stared in shock at his mother who pulled the knife out of Shuichi's chest.

"It's okay sweetie," Ouma chuckled to her son, wiping the blood from her hand. Kokichi dropped to his knees, his body numb as his fiancees bled to death. "We'll fix you."

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Kokichi plastered a deceitful smile on his face as he walked down the aisle, linking arms with his wife as their guests clapped. He forced a tear to drip down his face, pretending to be over the moon with joy. The male knew he should be happy, the day should be one that Kokichi looked back on with delight for the rest of his life, but he wasn't.

Kokichi didn't feel anything.

It'd been a year. A year prior he'd been engaged to the two men who he'd believed were his soulmates. It had also been a year since he'd seen them. He should've been walking down the aisle with his husbands, not a woman he barely knew. Hell, Kokichi could barely remember the woman's name sometimes.

Glancing into the crowd, Kokichi noticed his parents smiling and clapping with joy. He vowed never to forgive the two for what they did, but he couldn't do anything about it. Two innocent, amazing people had been brutally murdered at their hands.

Occasionally Kokichi stayed up late at night with the urge to go to the police and report the murder, however, he could never bring himself to do it. His parents had threatened to have the entirety of both Rantaro and Shuichi's families exterminated if Kokichi uttered a word about their murders to anyone, even the stars. Just another family secret to take to his grave.

Kokichi couldn't bring himself to risk the lives of two families who saw him as their own. They loved him for years. All twelve of Rantaro's sisters had treated him as their biological brother, and Shuichi's cousins, uncle and aunt had treated him as their own too. No, he couldn't do it, he couldn't kill them. Even if it meant ignoring the heartbreaking number of phone calls he'd received for weeks after the murders, weeks after he disappeared from their lives.

Not being able to tell anyone ate away at him inside, slowly killing him. Kokichi didn't know how much longer he could handle the secret. After escaping his parents' abuse, they'd recaptured him and created a servant to their demands, just like old times. It's okay now because that's my life. I was foolish to think I'd ever be happy.