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"Have you guys finished the assignment Miss Yukizome handed out yesterday," I asked. "Na, it ain't do for a while so I'm not worried about it right now," Fuyuhiko responded. "I think it would be in your best interest to finish it now. I have already finished it early today," Gundham said, talking to Fuyuhiko. I laughed at the two, "I haven't been able to get it done, I don't understand anything on the page." "Don't worry tamer of automations, I can help you sometime soon," Gundham told me. Fuyuhiko and I were laughing a bit, I love Gundham but I can never get over that nickname.
We were all having fun on our video chat till I heard something loud from downstairs and a voice following. "What the fuck are you doing upstairs in your room!" I tense up, it's my dad. "Hey, Kaz you ok there," Fuyuhiko asked me. I wasn't sure if he heard my dad. "Yeah, I'm fine," I brushed off, "I uh, gotta go now." I exit the video chat as I hear my father's footsteps climb the stairs. My door was slammed open and there he stood right at the opening to my room. "What are you doing, it better be important," he yelled at me.
"I was doing homework," I lied. "Then why did I hear talking," he asked me. "Oh, uh I was calling Nanami for help on an assignment," I told him. "Bullshit, you and I both know you weren't talking to her. Don't lie to me, who were you talking to," he shouted. I took a deep breath, not only was I going to be in trouble for lying I was going to be in trouble for talking to boyfriends. "I was talking to Tanaka and Kuzuryu," I stuttered. "Oh, so the faggot and the baby faced boy. I thought I told you not to talk to them no more," my father screamed. "They're my friends, I can't just stop talking to them," I lied again.
"I don't care what they are to you if your just classmates or your fucking them right under my nose. I told you not to talk to them anymore and I meant it when I said it," he yelled. I could have just stopped talking to them, I could have just broken up with them but I couldn't even if right now it meant my safety was at risk. I would rather die with them loving me than with them hating me. My father made his way from the door to me with his empty beer bottle in hand. I knew what was coming, it was the same thing that came every day.
I could feel the glass of the bottle break as it hit my face and tiny pieces were getting stuck all over my body. My blood was warm and it was trickling down my face from where my father struck. I started to blank out my eyes getting teary but nothing ever falling. I could feel the weight that moved on my lap and then the coming sharp blows and strikes to my body. The tears never falling just blood. I could feel it falling off my face, pooling at my legs and gushing out of my upper body. It was so warm but I felt so cold, the world was so cold. I was cold.
"I can't believe I have a faggot for a son, I can't believe I have such a disappointment for a son," my father roared out. My mind was blank and I couldn't think. The only thing that ever came to mind was the stinging of his blows and the warmth of my blood. Did I really deserve it? Am I really that bad of a person? I felt like passing out but I also felt like crying but nothing ever came besides strikes, blows, and blood. It stayed this way for a while until I heard a faint ringing. And as soon as that ringing came, it went. With the ringing also came the end of my beating and slew of curses coming from my dad's mouth.
"That faggot of yours tried to call you but I hung up the phone. Hopefully this time you'll learn to say away from those boys," he told me. My father then left the room and everything felt over. No matter how many times this has happened my world felt moreover today than any other time. The blood was still gushing out my body hard and now the tears were finally falling. My body was finally giving in realizing how over life was. And then I drifted off into unconsciousness.
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"What the hell was that about," Fuyuhiko had asked Gundham. Their boyfriend Kazuichi had just left their video chat without a word. "I'm not quite sure," Gundham replied. This was weird he never left a call like that, at least he hasn't before. Kaz was the kind of guy to drag on the conversation, not the kind to just suddenly end it. "I'm gonna end the call for a minute to call Kazuichi. I'll be right back," Gundham responded and left the video call. Fuyuhiko was left there to think. Why was his boyfriend acting so weird at the end of the call? What was the loud noise that seemed to come from his end? Why the fuck was Kaz possibly hiding something from his boyfriends? It was eating Fuyuhiko up and he just wanted to know the answers.
His phone started to ring as he got another video chat invite this time from Gundham. "Any word," Fuyuhiko asked him. "No," Gundham said bluntly, "The phone kept ringing till someone declined it. I have a feeling it wasn't Kazuichi." "Shit," Fuyuhiko mumbled under his breath, "This isn't good. What if someone got to him, what if it was someone using him as bait for the clan? I won't forgive the piece of shit who thinks he can touch Kaz!" "I doubt any people of that manner have harmed him but if you want to be sure he's safe we can go to his house," Gundham suggested.
"Ok then were going to his house," Fuyuhiko said firmly, "I'm gonna grab Peko and will drive over to your house to get you then head over to Kaz's." "I understand, I'll see you soon," Gundham said his goodbyes and then the call ended. After that Fuyuhiko rushed over to Peko's room in a daze and tried to explain the sudden events. "So you think Souda is in danger," Peko responded back to Fuyuhiko. "Yes. He seemed really scared during are video chat then suddenly left," Fuyuhiko spoke out. Nothing else needed to be said as Peko went to grab her sword then headed off to get car keys. Fuyuhiko followed along behind her and was praying that his boyfriend wasn't in any harm.