storms don't last forever | h.kazutora

chapter three

A loud sound of a slap echoed throughout the four corners of the apartment. Kazutora's head remained looking down as his father clenched his fist.

"Do you think I'm that stupid not to notice that you were taking some money from my wallet? What manners did your mother teach you, huh?"

Kazutora stretched his jaws and looked at his father, eyes glaring in anger. "Isn't that your responsibility? To provide for us?" he said in a low, firmed tone.

His father grasped his collar, pulling him up. "Don't be so cocky when you're still living under my roof, eating the food I provide, and using the money I earned. You haven't proven anything yet!"

Kazutora pursed his lips, tightly. He wanted to answer back, but he needs to get to you. It's getting late, and he promised that he will join you for dinner.

"That's what I thought." He aggressively let go of his son's collar and turned around a little. As Kazutora thought that he was done, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his guts from a blow. He bent down and coughed a couple of times, enduring the pain.

"Hone—"

"Don't you dare interfere while I discipline your useless child!" Kazutora's father shouted, pointing his finger to his mother. She immediately pursed her lips as her whole body trembled in fear. 

Kazutora's father returned his gaze to his son who's now sitting on the floor. "Since you feel like you're an adult already. Leave. I don't want to see your face." He firmly said.

"Dear, please, no. He doesn't have-"

"I am not talking to you! Shut the fuck up!" His father said, glaring at his mother. His mother shut her mouth once again, clenching her chest hard.

She's a weakling of a mother that can't say no to his father. Kazutora mentally scoffed as he knew that this would happen. After all, what would he expect in his fucked up family?

"You think you can handle life without my help? Go! Leave, and if the day comes that you realized that you can't live without my support, don't come, crawling back to me."

"I won't. You'll see. I can make it without you." Kazutora firmly said, spitting the blood on the floor, and marched past his father, bumping his shoulder. His mother was about to stop him, but his father held her arm.

Who needs a family like that anyway? It's better to live on the streets than to reside in that hellhole. It's better to be alone than to have a family who doesn't see me as human. I don't have anything to lose anymore. I... I won't go back. I can make it on my own. That's right! Just wait. I can make it.

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Breathing heavily, he stopped running when he saw you, peacefully sketching on some scratch paper you found lying around. You stopped what you were doing when you felt his presence and looked at him with a huge smile on your face. Suddenly, all the worries Kazutora feels inside, fade. He doesn't understand why, but seeing your smiles makes everything okay.

It's been two weeks since you left your house, and the swelling in your eye subsided. Your face is now back to normal with just minor scars from the cuts. Kazutora took great care of you, providing your basic needs, and helping you in any way he can.

You are planning to go back to your house to get your savings, so you can pay him back. You just need to find a good time to do it. Preferably the monster stepfather is out.

Kazutora slowly walks towards you then halfway in his walk, he speeds like he is afraid that he might lose you. He let go of his bag, and the plastic of food then hugged you tightly. Your eyes widened, confused by his sudden action.