Kind || Pregame Oumota

Chapter 11-Leave And Stay

After school, Kokichi walked home alone. Kaito ignored him, leaving him feeling dejected and confused. He opened the door to see his damned mother.

"M-Mom? You're home e-early..." He croaked, beginning to shake in fear as he shut the door.

"Finally, damnit! There's too many dishes in the sink! I can't believe you would be so irresponsible!" She yelled, beginning to lecture him. Yet there was no love or care in her voice, no parental nurturing, only cold hatred and malice.

"I-I'm sorry..." Kokichi mumbled, trying to slip into his room.

"Did I say you could speak!? Don't interrupt me!" She shouted, lunging at him and smacking him.

Kokichi squealed out in pain, shaking as he began to cry.

"Stop crying! Man up, you worthless child! You're so ungrateful!" She hit him again, and again, until his face began to swell and bruise. With that, he sent the already starving boy to bed without dinner.

Kokichi, still crying, trudged to his room. He was exhausted and in pain, and all he wanted to do was to curl up, watch anime and cry himself to sleep.

But the second he closed his bedroom door behind him, he felt a hand on his stinging cheek. He quickly fluttered his eyes open, staring into a pair of gold eyes holding one emotion and one emotion only.

Obsession.

"W-W-Wh-" Kokichi sobbed out, unable to speak. He had forgotten that he only spoke around Kaito, growing too scared to think properly. Kaito hates him anyway, the thought crossed his mind, but quickly left, being replaced with panic.

"It's okay, Kokichi." The boy smiled.

"I never told y-you my n-name..." Kokichi stuttered, trembling.

"You don't need to." He gently began to stroke Kokichi's hair, comforting him as he placed stinging kisses on his cheeks.

Kokichi felt conflict battle in his head. This boy could very well hurt him, but he was longing for comfort, for love, he needed a shoulder to lean on and he was oh so desperate... He found himself wrapping shaking arms around Shuichi, crying.

"There there.." Shuichi comforted. "That's it, you don't need anyone else, just me, just Shuichi."

Red flags were going off like wildfire, but Kokichi ignored the warnings in his head, hugging him weakly.

Shuichi led him to the bed, unable to hide his wicked smile. He gently pushed Kokichi down, letting him relax. He gently held him, waiting for him to fall asleep, and fall asleep he did.

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Kokichi woke up to searing pain, a cold blade cutting into his chest.

He nearly screamed, but his mouth was covered, and his cry came out muffled. His eyes shot open, gaze hitting the blue haired boy straddling his lap, cutting patterns into his now bare chest with a box cutter.

He pleaded with his eyes, trying to get him to stop. But Shuichi didn't listen, only smiled.

"Y-Your despair is so beautiful, you know." The boy seemed to be almost drooling, his face completely flushed. "Keep looking like that, please? You're so pretty... I want- no, I need to watch you bleed.~"

Kokichi was paralyzed, terrified, he didn't dare move. He knew it would only hurt more. "P-Please," his soft voice croaked. "Stop..." Tears rolled down his cheeks, he was shaking.

Shuichi's crazed expression softened, he pulled the blade back carefully, letting Kokichi get up enough to shove him off and grab a hoodie off his desk, running out of the room. He passed his mom, who was drunk and unconscious.

He could hear Shuichi running after him, and he could feel the wind of the blade centimetres from his bare back, yet he still ran out of the house, running to the only place he knew was safe.

He had been to Kaito's house once before, to do his homework and tutor him. He ran as fast as he could, pulling the hoodie on as he ran.

He kept running, eventually reaching the house. He faked out Shuichi, heading one way and then ducking out of sight, quickly running the other way once the navy haired boy passed. He ran in the back door, which he knew was unlocked. Being so quiet, he's very observant, and was easily able to notice this.

He ran inside and upstairs to Kaito's room, small enough that he didn't alert the straight-postured black haired male in the kitchen, presumably Kaito's dad.

He ran to his room, quickly and quietly opening and shutting the door.

"K-Kokichi?- I mean, Ouma? What are you doing here?" Kaito asked, he couldn't hide the way his eyes lit up upon seeing the small boy he had just realized he fell in love with.

"Shu... Ichi... He..." He slowly revealed his bleeding chest, shaking as tears ran down his cheeks.

Kaito stared. He almost didn't feel a tear roll down his cheek, and he felt like dying. Kokichi was hurt. He was hurt, in pain, his body was cut to ribbons. His gaze traveled up to his bruised and swollen face, only hurting Kaito's heart more.

"Ouma, I... H-How many times did he hit you?"

"He didn't.. That was..." He didn't say anything else, and Kaito didn't pressure him, just scooping him up in his arms.

"Come on, we can ask my papa. He'll know what to do." Kaito said kindly, carrying him out of his room.

Hey! Two chapters today because I missed Monday, so here's a long one to make up for it! Can you guys guess who Kaito's parents are?