Ultimate Project

Uh Oh

TW: Slight gore and domestic abuse

Fuyuhiko POV

I was exhausted, drained, and sick of hearing them fight constantly. I wanted to do something about it, I needed to do something about it.

I looked over at Peko who was busy texting Ibuki about something, I'm not sure what, and sighed. I got up off of my bed and headed towards the door, causing the girl to stare at me.

"Where are you go-"

"I'm going to tell mom and dad off," I interrupted her. Peko looked at me, her expression full of concern, but she just sighed and went back to what she was doing. I grabbed the door knob and head down the creaky stairs.

Slowly, the yelling got louder and more aggressive the closer I got to it. I soon caught a glimpse of the two screaming at each other. Then my dad grabbed a vase.

Oh shit.

Oh fuck.

This better not be going where I think it is.

Low and behold, it went exactly where I thought it was.

My body moved without even thinking and ran right infront of my mother to protect her. The vase hit my face, causing my eye to pour out with blood.

I knew I couldn't cry.

I'm a Yakuza, dammit!

My mom just smirked at me while my dad walked over slowly.

"We're getting a divorce. I don't want to live in a family with a dad of shit husband and a useless son," my mom huffed.

My eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

What the hell?

My dad looked at my mom and then back at me, placing an arm on my shoulder. I just swatted it away, not wanting to be comforted by someone who almost killed me.

I picked myself up and ran. I ran all the way to the roof, grabbing some bandages on the way. I just needed to talk to someone. But who?

Kazuichi's POV

I just got back from the robot fighting thing, exhausted. I was just happy that my dad wasn't back yet. He may be out tonight clubbing or drinking, honestly I don't know not do I really care.

Soon, I collapsed on my bed, sighing deeply into the dense pillow.

*ring ring*

I lifted my head up a bit to see Fuyuhiko calling me.

I wonder why?

I grabbed my phone and answered.

"Hello?"

"Kazuichi...I-I need help," the other mumbled into the phone weakly. I started freaking out. What's going on??

"Meet me at the park again please and bring a first aid kit."

Fuyuhiko hung up the phone, causing me to panic more. A first aid kit? Why does he need that. God what happened to him?

I escaped my thoughts and ran out of my room, making sure to grab the first aid kit I used for fights with dad or other injuries, running out of the front door.

God I was so worried.

Fuyuhiko POV

I sat on the bench, blood still water falling from my eye.

"FUYU-" Kazuichi yelled as he ran towards me. I turned and looked at him, causing his eyes to widen a lot.

"Who the hell did this to you?" Kazuichi growled, his voice low and serious.

I wasn't sure if I wanted to tell him the truth or not.

"You can't lie to me Fuyuhiko, I can tell when people lie," he stated sternly. I just sighed and looked at him.

"Can we fix my eye first please. Believe it or not I'm in a lot of fucking pain right now."

Kazuichi nodded quickly and pulled out some disinfectant and Neosporin.

"You're gonna need to take off the bandaids, unless you want me to."

I sighed and unwrapped the bandaids from my pulsing head. Kazuichis eyes widened even more.

"Oh my god, enough worrying about me Kaz, I'm fine."

I didn't even mean for a nickname to slip out but it was already too late. Kazuichi seemed to snap out of it and start working on fixing me. Guess you could call him fix it felix haha.

AUTHORS NOTEEEE: Sorry about the super slow paced story, I'm a sucker for slow burns! Anyways we finally have Kazuichi see lil bb Fuyuhiko hurt. Will he find out about the fighting?? No one will know, except me cuz I'm the author hahaaahahah! I'm hoping to add a bit more angst the next few chapters navies I feel like I've been lacking in that category! Anyways if you want you guys could tell me who you're going as for Halloween or who you went as last year if you aren't dressing up this year! Thank you for reading!! Goooodnight. (I wrote this at 3 am help)