How Kokichi Ouma got a family. {Angst Oneshot}

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Ouma is about 8 in this fanfic. I like job fanfics- and it was before dice.
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No idea how he got here, Kokichi curled up into a ball in the corner as he saw a large man in front of him. No, No, no, he was certainly not gonna hurt him, but The small child thought so.
"How's you get here, little Guy? Is yer' Momma
or Daddy here?" The man asked. Kokichi shook his head. "Nwo... I dwon't have one." He replied. "Well, How would you like to stay here for the time being? Who are you with?" Kokichi did try to come into the building for something to quench his dying thirst , but got lost in the wrong room and had to go along with it. "O-Okwaaayy.." Kokichi didn't all the way trust him, due to past adults he met who were total assholes and just pushed him away. However, he was quite... Nice...?

The man handed Ouma a uniform, and put it on. The sleeves and the shirt was really long on him. But, did it matter? He was instructed to serve tables 5, 2, and 14 today, so he tried to keep up with the job. They did say they would pay him.  So, he headed to table 5, first, holding a notepad and a pen with a pink sparkly pom-pom on it.

"Cwan I take youwrr owders?" He couldn't say his R's correctly. "Oh my god. He's adorable!" The lady instantly picked up Kokichi, and of course he felt unsafe. "P-Pwut me dwown!" He wailed his legs and arms, but that did absolutely nothing. She kissed him all over his face, lipstick stains now on his face, And finally put him down. "Aw, I wanna order a iiiiiced tea! You know what, if you're gonna be here every day, Im coming here." Kokichi had no idea how to write, so he just scribbled something on the paper and moved to table 2.

"Cwan I take youwr owrders?" The lady rudely turned around. "Ugh, Children! Get away from me, ugly child. Stupid kids, running around everywhere. What are you still doing here?!" At the words, Ouma couldn't help but shiver and feel tears start to bottle up into his eyes. "B-Bwut.. B-Bwut.. Im jwust hewre to take da owrders.." He said in a quiet tone. "I'd rather have an adult do it, stupid little boy! Go back to Kindergarden, or learn your place in hell." But, the man Kokichi talked to earlier heard the conversation. "Excuse me? Are you seriously talkin' like 'dis to a Fucking child?! You should go back to kindergarten, and learn proper manners! He didn't do anything except want to take your orders!" Kokichi walked off, sniffling and crying but walked to the next table.

"C-Wan I take youwre orwders...?" The about 10 year old boy gasped. "Who hurt you? Are you lost? Come here, it'll be okay." The boy leaned down, and hugged Ouma. He... trusted him. A little bit. "Whats wrong?" "D-Dat Lady  ovwer Dewre said bad stwuff two me..!" The boy immediately got up, and went to the lady. "Whats wrong with you?! Telling poor kids bad things!" The lady slapped the 10 year old boy. "You fool, Kids are annoying, little brats. " The man picked up his phone to call 911. "Do NOT slap my son." Woah- Ouma just watched, worried. The man dialed 911, and got the lady arrested.

"Well, its closing time, everybody, lets head home." Ouma stared at the floor, since of course he had no where else to go. Nowhere to live. "Whats wrong, Bud?" The man asked, putting a hand on Ouma's shoulder. "I-I dwon't have anywhewre to gwo.." He sadly said. "Really? Come with us! we'll take ya' in, Cmon." This was the first time Ouma actually smiled. The man picked him up, set him on the shoulders, and walked home, The man's son following And the soon-to-be-Son sitting on his shoulders.

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Years later, when Ouma was 15, The boy was 17, they kept coming to the restaurant. Every day. "Heyyyy! Table 3 needs their food. You better hurry up! Nishishi!" The boy forgot, and rushed to the table to give their food. "Actually, I lied. I already gave their food."
The boy then got a phone call. "Hello..?" His eyes soon widened. "K-Kokichi... Outside.. Now.." he ran outside with Kokichi following. "Whats wrong now?"

"D-Dad... Died.. He was murdered.." Ouma's eyes widened at the words. "What..? That can't be true... You're tugging my string here." The boy shook his head. "N-No.. He's dead. His funeral is on friday." Kokichi and the boy were a sobbing mess. "H-He did so much for me... who would do this to him..?! He was innocent..! Innocent!"

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At the funeral, Kokichi sat down, and so did the boy. There weren't many people there, since no one quite knew the man that well.

"What a tragedy..." the guy speaking said.

"A poor soul murdered..."

"May god let him rest peacefully."

"Amen."

Tears falling down both of their faces, they gripped each other like the brothers they were. "He won't leave us... He's always up there, right?" The boy nodded. "We can't see him... but Yeah."
Getting up, and leaving when the funeral ended, They were both silent. "Hold on, Lemme get something. You go on right ahead." Kokichi said, reaching into his small mini backpack. The boy slowly crossed the road, but saw a dollar. How convenient. He leaned down, picked up the dollar....

And splat.

The poor boy got ran over by a truck.

"W-Wh.. NO...!" Kokichi rushed over to the boy, Which almost every bone in his body was cracked, Blood was seeping everywhere. "K-Kokichi..."

"Before I go where my father went..."

"You're loved."

"Please, stay safe for our sakes."

"I love you, Brother."

The boy died, Ouma shaking him and trying to get him to wake up. "Don't leave me...! Please..! I've lost everything, everyone I love, Kill me instead..! I don't care, its not worth it anymore..." He sobbed even more, as he stopped shaking him and accepted the fact that he was dead and gone. And what was the boy's name?

Saihara.

This is the story on how Kokichi Ouma got a family, and how he lost it.