(Narrator P.O.V )
"Take care of (Y/n)?" Uta said staring at Yomo who stood at his door holding a kid by the soulders tightly in his grasp.
"I can't take care of him anymore because I'm heading away for a while, Touka says he's too much of a bother for her and I don't want him staying at with Nishki....." Yomo said in a motherly tone
"Yomo I can't, I have--"
The child, known as (Y/n), sighed and then stared at Uta with his sassy and rebellious (eye color) eyes, which were overly exasperated due to the deep red, his once (hair color) hair was now stained "I don't fucking need you to watch me, bastard" the child spat out.
"Who do you think you are talking to, (Y/n)?" Uta crouched down in a demanding manor "you never talk like that to someone older than you, ya hear?" Uta said coldly "get in the house and sit at the table I'll be right there"
"Thank you, Uta" Yomo lightly bowed
"You owe me one" Uta said as he then slowly closed the front door.
"See ya"
The two exchanged last glances and headed their seperate ways. Uta walked in and sat across from (Y/n). The kid wasn't shy and so instead of staring at the table below he decided to stare right into Uta's eyes.
They stayed like that for... who knows how long.
( Uta P.O.V )
(Full Name), a bratty 6 year old, who thinks he's the best thing since sliced bread. He has a fowl mouth and a horrid attitude. Whenever he gets mad he likes to go on killing rampages, hence the new hue of red in his hair tonight.
"I don't want to be here" he said boldly
"Well you're going to just have to suck it up, alright?" I said not happy either "I don't know what Yomo has to go do, but apparently it's important enough for him to leave you behind--"
"More like I'm not important enough to bring along" (Y/n) leaned back in his chair, looking like he was about to cry "everyone abandoned me.... mom and dad could handle me as a child so they dropped me at Anteiku... then I was too rambunctious for the Manager so he passed me on to Yomo. Yomo. Has had me for one year.... and now he's passed me to you.... you, a jobless, emo, who has a soft voice that can be sexy at times, and who wears nothing but black. Your were a bastard child, no one wanted you then and no one wants you now"
I stared blankly at (Y/n), the displeasure strongly plastered on his face "Guess we're the same in that department" I replied, making his eye widen.
From that moment on (Y/n) had a strange respect for me. Every year we were damned together, we actually seemed to like it. Three years passed, and Yomo still hadn't arrived back from whatever he was doing.
"I'm going out" (Y/n) said as he grabbed his jacket, that was now too small for him.
"Be back before dawn" I said as he shut the door.
Though as of late he's been avoiding me. I don't understand why he's been distancing himself from me. I mean these past three years we've been doing nothing but getting closer.
The door then opened up.
"I-I forgot something" he said as he passed me and headed to his room. I decided that I was going to get to the bottom of this (him avoiding me).
"Where are you off to?" I asked through his door
"I don't know...." he said "I just need some fresh air" his voice shook as he spoke
