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"In other news, the former pro hero Endevour who was previosly convicted, has now been sentenced to 25 years for child endangerment, child neglect, and child abuse, and these are only a few of his crimes. His wife and four children, have seemingly gone into hiding, witness have been vauge as to their locations. rummers have been spreading about where they've gone to, some say they left the country and others belive they've been given new identities and walk among us."
"Hey, Natsuo, turn it off. Shoto's trying to sleep," Toya said as he walked into their new living room.
"Fine!" Natsuo took the remote and pressed the off button.
"Also, shouldn't you be in bed?" Toya asked, crossing his arms, giving his younger brother a serious look, and Natsuo just shrugged.
"It's fine, whatever," He shrugged, but Toya disagreed.
"Cmon, Nat, you're starting school tomorrow. The least you can do is be rested for it." He said, and Natsuo finally turned around, annoyed.
"You're being such a buzz kill. A few months ago, we were playing video games, and now you're trying to act like my dad?" he asked, crossing his arms.
"I'm sorry, Nat, but please try to get some kind of sleep," Toya asked, and, annoyed, Natsuo got up and stormed off. He slammed the door closed, and Toya just stared at the door. guilt washing over him.
Was that too mean? He thought as the front door creaked open.
"Toya," Fuyumi said, sidling in, as she held two grocery bags.
'Yumi,' he said with a light sigh as he came to help her with the bags. She took her shoes off and placed the bags on the table, and he began going through them and putting things away. Fuyumi sat at their dining room table and watched. Toya then pulled out hair bleach and white dye.
"Are you sure we need to dye his hair? He's so young, why white, anyway? Couldn't we just do red on both sides?" Toya asked
"Toya, if we're really going to make this work, we can't risk anyone finding out about who our dad is. You and Natsuo grew out of your red hair, but Shoto still have it. Trust me, do I feel comfortable bleaching a 7-year-old's hair, no, I don't, but I also don't want people at our doorstep asking for interviews!" She stated, and Toya nodded.
"I know, I know, it's just." he paused, looking around the apartment, it was a small two-bedroom with a yellowish hue from the lights coating the apartment.
"This just so much Fuyumi, I need to get a job, I need to now parent a 12 and 7 year old! I'm barely out of high school!" Toya said as tears ran down his face.
"I know, Toya, we're in this together. Besides, I'm getting a part-time job so I can help with bills." She said, and he nodded.
"I know I know it's all gonna work out, but just two weeks ago all I could think about was moving out with my friends and video games, and now here we are." He huffed as he looked at the ceiling and Fuyumi stood up.
"Do you regret it?" She asked, and he quickly shook his head.
"NO, I don't, I'm not letting Shoto or Natsuo go into the system!" He stated, and Fuyumi nodded.
"Good, now I'm going to shower and get some sleep,"
"It stings!" Shoto sobbed as the bleach sat in his hair." He began scratching at his scar, so Toya took his hand.
"Cmon, buddy, stay strong for a few more minutes, ok?" Toya asked, and he nodded.
"Ok, it just hurts my head." He said, and Natso called out from the living room.
"Haha, cry, crybaby!" and blew a raspberry.
"Natsuo!" Fuyumi called out from the dining room table. She and Shoto were sitting down waiting for the bleach to do its magic before dying over the red parts white.
"It's true, though, besides, it can't hurt that badly," he said, turning on the TV.
"My wife chose to marry me; it was arranged, yes, but it wasn't trafficking." The familiar voice that haunted every one of them played from the TV.
"Natuso, turn that off!" Toya demanded, and Natsuo shook his head. before taking the batteries out of the remote and placing them in his pocket.
"My son chose to be trained. by me, and their injuries were consequences of it." The pressure began to build as Toya stood up to Natsuo.
"Put the batteries back in now!" He stated instead he took them out of his pocket and threw them across the room, as they soared through the air, nobody spoke, the only sound came from the TV as they wooshed through ending in a clack as they hit the wall, then the floor.
"NATSUO," Toya said, in coldly flickering blue ember sparked from his fingertips.
"DO IT." To yelled. The second he did that, he regretted it; the look Natsuo gave him, the look Fuyumi and Shoto gave him, it was the look they used when they saw Endevour. Tears rolled down Natsuos face as he quickly grabbed the batteries, placed them back into the remote, and turned the TV off. he then reached for his bag and put his shoes on.
"I'm leaving early," he said, not giving anyone a chance to react. As the door slammed shut, Fuyumi glared at Toya, but before she could speak, the sound of an alarm going off filled the apartment.
"All right then, guess we should take the bleach out of your hair now," Fuyumi said, leading Shoto to the kitchen. Shoto stood up on a stool as she washed the bleach out. She quickly rinsed her own head. Toya left the room and locked himself in the bathroom. He looked at himself despite the white in his hair still spiked like his father's, eyes still that same brilliant blue. Was he turning into his father, where his siblings were just trapped with another abusive man? Were they any better off now than they were before?" He fell to the ground and began to sob.
"Toya." A soft voice from the other side of the door, Fuyumi? Toya asked, wiping away his tears. He opened the door, and she hugged him.
"It's ok. Apologize to both of them when they get back from school," She said. She pulled away, and he noticed the small red tufts in her hair were gone and now white.
"I will, I'm so sorry, I just freaked out, I didn't know what else to do, seeing him it." Toya wasn't sure how to word the feeling rage felt like too much, but fear felt too literal.
"I know it's hard, but I think in a way this is a good thing." She said, and this confused him,
"No, listen, for our whole lives we feared our dad, Natsuo, for the first time can throw tantrums and be an annoying kid without the fear, he feels comfortable now, and we need to work on how that comes out, but I think we're doing something right." She said, and he nodded.
"I guess, but still I don't know what to do," he said, and she patted him on the back.
"I don't know either, but we've got this together." She said, and he managed to get out a soft smile.