KiriBakuKami

Chapter Ten

Kaminari POV:

Day three. Today is Christmas Eve, and I can't express how scared I am. Everyone's coming back, save for Meinu and his dad, because we scared them off after the first day. Yesterday wasn't the worst thing in the world. Mostly a lot of yelling. I mean, there there was a little bit of physical stuff. Dad may or may not have hit me with a clothing hanger. Repeatedly. But that wasn't as bad as the first day.

However, today was bound to suck because Inu was coming back. He really fucked with me, as one could guess. He seemed to enjoy rubbing his effect on me in my face a lot, along with everything else that he knew was shitty about my life.

But I was also scared because Shiro was coming, too, and she was clearly getting to the point where she knew something was really wrong. She seemed more adamant in standing up for me, which was sweet and all, but I was paranoid that Inu would do, or already had done, something to her just to deter her from pulling anything. He'd already electrocuted her once, and that was the only specific thing to my knowledge, besides yelling.

And he called her 'boo.' That really grated in my nerves. He used to call me that, when I was little. He stopped right after he... did the thing, when I was fourteen. I hadn't voiced my concern to either of my boyfriends because they would definitely flip out, and for good reason. But I didn't want them to do anything until it was confirmed.

The only seemingly good thing about the fact that today was Christmas Eve was that my dad had ordered Postmates instead of making Kat cook more expired noodles. So real food. I probably wouldn't get much, but I guess everyone else would be able to enjoy it.

I got a sinking feeling in my stomach when the doorbell rang. "It's so early," I whined as quietly as I could manage so that my parents wouldn't hear me complain. I sat up from where I had been, with my head in Ei's lap and Kat napping on my chest. He woke up with a start and fell onto my floor. "Sorry," I apologized frantically.

"Fuckin' door can suck my dick, 'm tired," he grumbled, then propped his chin on my knee and made eye contact. "Can I sleep on you or do you have to get that? 'Cuz you're comfy—"

"Denki! What did I tell you about greeting guests properly?" Mom screeched. How the fuck does she know? She's literally facing away from the door in her room, which is closed, and on the opposite side of the house from the front door. Thin walls?

"Sorry, Kat," I sighed, swinging my legs off the mattress. "Ei's not so bad, though."

"Hey," The redhead pouted as I ran to my door. I was pretty much prepared to launch myself out of the room as usual, my dad was standing there. I almost fell over from the shock, and also from stopping myself from smashing directly into him.

"You think I want a f****t like you welcoming your aunt and uncle into the house?" he all but spat in my face. "I'll get the door, and you just stay out of sight. Don't bother coming out. Keep your bitches on a tight leash, or you'll regret it."

"They're not—" I started again. Did he really have to insult Kat and Ei, too? Technically, they hadn't ever done anything to him, except maybe intrude on his vacation. It wasn't like they stopped him from fucking me up, though, so I really didn't understand his problem with them.

"Shut the fuck up and just..." he sighed when both Kat and Ei got up and stood behind me. That felt nice, at least.

"Hmm? Go on, we won't do anything," Ei said offhandedly, picking at his nails. "Consider the bitches on a tight leash."

"Just stay in here," my dad scowled. "Don't bother showing your face at all tonight. If we're feeling the Christmas spirit, we might give you something to eat later, once everyone's gone."

I nodded.

"Really? You're gonna do that? It's Christmas Eve, man. I know you don't have a soul, but you could at least pretend for a couple of hours," Ei returned the look, mustering a glare. "Do you even know how fucking illegal—"

"Ei," I nudged him, then spoke quietly. "Don't say anything stupid. Please?"

He growled in response. Not at me, technically, but I still flinched. "Fine. Don't you have a door to answer?"

All we got to that was my own door being slammed in our faces. "Where the hell did that come from?" Kat asked immediately. "I've been biting my tongue all week so far, you fuckin' hypocrite," he grumbled.

"Sorry," Ei replied simply, still visibly pissed. "I don't know how the fuck you're not constantly blowing up if you're mad all the time. I'm usually not this mad. How do you not blow up?" Fuck, he was actually close to yelling himself, and that was stressing me out. He paused to let Kat answer, at least.

Kat and I both looked at Ei like he had just crawled out of Area 51. "Have you met me?" Kat asked simply. "I am literally blowing up constantly. But also therapy is helpful."

"Fair point," he sighed. "At least now I understand your urge to punch shit."

"You seem to have lost your filter, too," I pointed out. "But it looks like you really just need to calm down before you overstep your bounds, so..." I scratched the back of my neck. "Do you just wanna cuddle some more? I don't actually have any punchable objects in here, unless you count me, but like, I'd rather you didn't."

"Of course not," Ei dragged a hand down his face. "Yeah, cuddling. Probably a good idea. C'mere."