Flower crowns and sea salt.

Short story of Himo and Noro's shared past

For context this doesn't effect this universe, and it has mentions of: Violence, blood, puke, drug and alcohol abuse and implied abuse. Please be careful if any of these things could trigger you. I don't want you hurting yourself by reading.

Himo stood by the oven, the smell of burning meat filled the air. A few feet away was his dad and boyfriend.

Anger clear on both of their faces, the red haired young teen was sitting on the grey haired man's chest, holding his head firmly, knees on the adult's hands to prevent him fighting back.

The red haired boy forcefully lifted the man's head. "Do you have any last words for what you have done to your son?" His tone was hissed, pink eyes narrowed. Everything about him conveyed nothing but anger. He didn't even look back at the other boy he was trying to protect.

The man's panicked face grew more as he realised what was happening. How could someone almost still a child over-power him? Easy. Spending your life doing drugs and alcohol will reduce your muscle tone and make it harder for you to fight off, especially against an early teenage boy with a healthy diet and far too much adrenaline. "I have no words for that mistake." Cruel. And foolish.

The red haired boy slammed the man's head into the lino floor. "That was not what you should have said fucker." The man cried in pain, the teen had obviously hit somewhere that would cause a lot of pain.

"N-Noro stop! J-just tie him up and call the police. Please Noro! Please!" Himo finally spoke, his words shaky as he begged for his so-called father's life. How... Noble.

Not!

Noro looked up at the other boy, his face twisting into compassion. "Darling aloe, this is the only way for you to be safe. Don't you see? If he lives you'll get nothing but pain, the police won't do anything. We have to take it into our own hands. And if him dying is the price you pay for safety, then so be it. I'll do anything to protect you." And with that he turned and leaned to glare into the other man's face. "As someone he can trust should do." Noro then slammed the man's head into the cold floor, seeming to enjoy his pain.

Himo was frozen as he watched his boyfriend kill his father. Then his legs kicked into action. He was holding onto the angry red-head. Begging, crying, pleading. Nothing made him stop. Himo's loud sobs join the sound of skull on lino and burning meat to create a hellish symphony.

Noro only stopped once blood had made a sticky puddle on the floor and the skull of the man was broken. All life gone from his pale blue eyes.

Himo looked over once Noro had stopped, and there he saw his father's lifeless body. His body began to shake as tears slipped down his face, staining his glasses. He couldn't save his own father. What kind of son was he? He really was a failure. He was right. And now he could never prove him wrong!

What a motive.

Himo suddenly threw up, some of the blood had reached his foot. This was so gross.

His regret. His biggest regret.

Was letting his father die. And letting his boyfriend become a monster and get that blood on his hands. He never wanted this.

(Though honestly the man wouldn't save him, and he knew that.)

Hope you enjoyed it, Alex out <: