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Nostalgia

"When did you start braiding your hair?"

It was just a simple question, small talk made my Souda's closest and dearest friend Hinata, but that one question had let go a wave of memories inside the pink haired boy.

The braid related to one of his only lasting memories of his mother, the last time he had seen her before she walked out all those years ago.

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A relatively peaceful night, the only sound that could be heard was the faint buzz of the street lights.

Inside the Souda household it was tense, because sadly, the peace that surrounded them was only a temporary thing.

Souda's mother sat on the sofa, holding her son close to her chest as she swayed him gently from side to side- trying to keep the naturally nervous child calm. But it's hard to calm someone else down if you yourself are panicking.

Little Kazuichi gripped tightly on to his mother, he wanted to offer her as much support as he could, even though he was only a child.

The mother and son who were cuddled closely together on the sofa both knew he was coming home soon.

He who would shout venomous words until his vocal cords gave out.

He who would destroy all around him.

He who would beat anyone who stood in his way.

Souda's father, the not-so-loving husband to his mother, a lost cause.

They waited for him every night, in the hope that maybe he had finally changed and become the wonderful man he used to be. So far he was yet to happen, but they kept the hope- they relied on that hope.

The pair jumped when they heard the rustle of keys outside.

They darted off the sofa and into the hallway where they stood their ground, eyed fixed on the door as it crept open.

Little Souda shut his eyes tightly and gripped his mother's hand. All he wanted was for them to be a happy family again, he wanted his father too teach him more mechanics and his mother to show him how to cook and for everyone to smile. That wasn't too much to ask was it?

Souda and his mother's hopes were once again crushed on this night, the moment they heard a slurred "What are you looking at?" from the door way.

Souda's mother sighed and stayed silent after that, she slowly opened the cupboard under the stairs, keeping her movements slow and steady so her husband in his drunken state didn't realize what she was doing.

She gently pushed Souda in to the cupboard and quickly got in after him shutting the door. She then took a key out of her pocket in a rush and locked the door from the inside.

The drunken man had noticed what is wife was doing once she had shooed Souda in to the cupboard and he had stumbled down the corridor trying to stop them.

Luckily Souda's mother had managed to lock the door just in time before he could get to them- they were safe in here.

Every night was the same.

Souda's father would yell obscenities at them as loud as he could, he would punch and kick the door till his fingers bled, but he never got to them.

Although both Souda and his mother knew they were safe, it was still a heavily scary and traumatizing experience- it never ceased to shoot fear in to their hearts and send an icy chill through their bodies.

It was very cramped in the cupboard so they hugged closely to each other.

Souda shook in his mother's embrace. His father was far more drunk than usual tonight and he was far more terrified than he had ever been before.