Everchanging

It's Not Fair

!!TW!! Blood/gore/injuries, seizures, guns, abuse, major panic attack, child death/dead bodies

Chronologically, this takes place during the Prologue.

Sanemi bit back a yawn as he typed in the final grade, fighting back his anger as he saw the pitiful average. Apparently, parabolas were too difficult for this class. With a shrug, shoulder popping, the man finally decided to go home since it was way too late for a school night.

Glancing around the barren staff office, Sanemi saw the time on the clock. It was nearing midnight.

"Jesus christ." He cursed as he fetched his backpack, slipping his laptop into it. He would worry about grilling his class on their horrible grades in the morning. For now, the only thing on his agenda was to go home and pass out.

"Oh, Shinazugawa. You're still here." An annoying voice served to both scare the living daylights out of the man and piss him off even more. Giyuu feared nothing as he took a brave step closer to the other man, hand in his pocket. "I'm glad."

"What the fuck are you still doing here?" Sanemi rolled his eyes impressively, turning back around to straighten up the rest of his things. "And what could you possibly want?"

"You left your phone in the classroom. It's been ringing nonstop." Giyuu went straight to the point as he placed the sleek white phone on the desk in front of Sanemi, leaning into the man's personal space. "It seemed important since it's the same number calling so I figured you might need to answer it."

"Are you fucking with me?" Sanemi glared at both his coworker and the phone in his hand. "Who would want to talk to me urgently at fucking midnight?"

He just earned the dumb blank faced shrug that he had become so used to over the years of unwillingly knowing Giyuu. But he couldn't focus on the annoyance building up at the man as his phone started to ring once more.

"See, same number." Giyuu pointed to the screen and Sanemi's heart stopped for a second.

"How in the fuck didn't you recognize the police's number?" Sanemi lashed out as he hesitated to answer. "Are you that fucking stupid that you don't know the cop's phone number?"

Another shrug.

With a curse and an aggressive hand, Sanemi answered the phone.

"Is this Sanemi Shinazugawa?"

"Yeah, what of it?"

"Have you been in contact with either Kyogo Shinazugawa or Genya Shinazugawa lately?"

He didn't know what he was expecting from this phone call, but this certainly wasn't it. He hadn't talked to any of his family in four years, not even when his mother died. So it was odd that he would get a phone call about them and from the police no less. Sanemi slumped into his office chair, as he sighed. He resigned himself to losing more sleep to whatever bullshit his father had gotten himself into lately.

"No, I haven't. Not in almost four years. Why?"

"Well, we have people down in the station saying that they are their neighbors. They filed a report on abuse that they've heard through their walls."

"Ah."

Sanemi couldn't say that he was surprised about this. Hell, he had left because of the abuse. He didn't expect his father to change miraculously over the years so it's only natural that he would still be the same hard hitting asshole he's always been. But it didn't stop the dormant ache in Sanemi's stomach.