[Guzma × Reader]
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Being a nineteen year old you were loud and proud. Ever since the League, your obnoxious attitude seemed to fade.
Once a brave individual just became a dilapidated monster feeding on your...
"Here..." The house was small and looked like nothing special happened here. I wonder why my conscious brought me here, on a table stool sipping hot tea. The table was chipped and seemed to decay. The air was musty and had a dusty feel to it. Although I can tell for some reason something is missing.
"What brings you here?" Said the man with a beer belly and fair brown hair, not a single white hair in sight. The woman at the door looked like she has already been dead, and why does he look perfectly healthy?
"I'm interested is all, " I started tapping on my glass. How should I put this, "something told me to come here? Have any idea what?" I finally asked giving the man a curious eye. He looked at me confused and then shot wide-eyed. His body flinched out of aggression and sneered like an angry dog.
"Leave! I don't even want to start with all that Guzma shit! I'm sick of being blamed how he came out!" I glared at him startled. Guzma? I wasn't even thinking about him, why the hell would he bring that up? "It's all his fault for being nothing more than useless!"
. . .
Useless? Why would he call him such a thing? At first, I've always said that to myself, calling him nothing better than trash. Yet, at the same time, he was more in reality then I was. For that, I really respected him, his way of being always awake in the world made me more envious. I hate myself because of that. The way he put himself on the line to make a difference, and doesn't care for the outcome. I was to insecure, too defeated to face someone with that caliber of bravery. My eyes scanned the house once more and looked at the old woman than at the man. "...Could you two possibly be Guzma's parents?" The angered man immediately turned silent and glared at me shocked.
"Wait... You had no idea we were his parents?" The fat timid woman spoke up in the silence. I looked into her black eyes and slowly nodded. She huffed and leaned against the counter.
"If that's the case then why the hell are you here?!" The old man howled. I tapped against the table asking him to sit. He gave me a stinky eye but eventually complied, and so did the good woman.
"Once upon a time I let your trouble maker of a son stay at my place." They both groaned and rolled their eyes and gave imperfect apologies. "To be honest I seriously hated that guy, like he was such a dick bag!" The male totally agreed and I stared at him confused. What's your deal old man? This is my story okay? "But it turns out he actually saved my life..." The woman gasped and the beer belly man exaggerated over the fact that his son would do such a thing.
"That Guzma would never save someone besides his own damn skin! You're telling us lies!" He screamed throwing a tantrum. Ah, I get it now. These people are the reason Guzma is the way he is now. I never thought I'd meet people like these, but I guess this was fate.
"My father... I haven't seen him in nine years and he came home. I was so happy once I saw him! I knew from that I wouldn't have to be alone anymore, but it turns out-" I squeezed my fingers and bit my lip not trying to spill tears, "he only came home to kill me. He shot me, right in the gut. Then your amazing son saved my life. I am in debt to him for as long as I live." I kept looking down as tears relentlessly fell from my eyes. I guess I couldn't stay cool and collected. Guzma seriously touched my soul that day. I'm terribly grateful for his existence. "If... if it wasn't for your son I wouldn't be here right now." They both gave me unreadable faces and looked at each other. The old man grunted and had at it with his hair and muttered, "get out... please? I'm at a loss of words right now and I'm not sure how to deal with that." I laughed nervously and looked away. "U-umm to be honest..." I started and the two scanned me slowly. "Guzma saving my life is just a hunch." I smiled with too much effort.
He was the only person out of all four islands who came to my home. No one came to see me besides my lunatic dad who tried to kill me. And the voice I heard that night was rough and sketchy. It fitted Guzma perfectly. But I didn't know for sure unless I asked him. Where was he? I haven't seen him for a while. He must be doing something important I guess...I hope he's okey.
The rain was heavy and I felt my clothes gain weight from the heavens water, and my house was far away. Another three miles from where I stand. It'll take me forever to get home. I turned my head and I stare at that brown door. They just kicked me out and now I want back in, damn it.
She looked at me through the slit of the door and sighed.
"What is it now?" She huffed tiredly. I punctured a smile and sucked on my lip.
"It's raining pretty badly and my house is far away and..." I strolled off and impatiently looked her in the eyes asking for her to continue my sentence. I hate asking people for things, and questioning to spend the night? Humiliating. Her lips sputtered and a laugh came out and my cheeks burned red. "You want us who 'kicked you out' to come back in and spend the night?! That's the funniest thing I have ever witnessed, oh my stars!" She looked like she was going to hit the bucket an hour ago and now she just turned twenty years younger. What kind of power do old people wield?!
She finally let me in and the old man sat on the couch and watched TV. The mood right now actually. She brought me to the end of the house and opened a door that let us into a pretty small room. "This used to be Guzma's room." I arched a brow and continued to browse the room. "Isn't this a little small for a man his size?" I questioned getting more comfortable with the atmosphere. She closed the door and walked over to the bed and sat in it. She patted the spot beside her and I sat next to her. The bed became wet immediately. "He ran away from home at a young age..." My heart jumped a beat. I kinda guessed he didn't have the best childhood, but to make him run away? What the hell happened? She continued to mess with her fingers like she is ready to break them. Her face became dilapidated like it did the first time I saw her and now it's becoming worse. "We hurt him... We hurt him so badly that he couldn't come home anymore..." My eyes stayed glued to the floor and I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Her breathing was becoming worse like the monster from the lagoon coming from the swamp. "Please, I beg you," she squeezed my hand and gritted her teeth. "Whatever happens please be there for him. His all I've got and is the only reason why I lived for so long...
Before I die, I just want to see him smile one more time..."
__________ Wow that was fun! Hope all of you liked this chapter and sorry for Guzma's parents coming out OOC because their characters seem so easy to read by so hard to write.
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