"Oikawa, Mukami, Kamado. I just keep coming back to the thought: what if Psychopathy is not a disease? What if it's a kind of genius?"

The male looked up from his notes to his father and raised a brow with a doubtful smile. "Genius?" He chuckled lightly, "come on. Oikawa wasn't that smart. His fridge was so packed with body parts that he didn't even have room for groceries."

His father leaned forward and whispered jokingly. "Those were the groceries."

They both let out a laugh. The male wrote in his note book before getting up with a sigh.

"I should get going."

His father sat up from his bed and frowned. "Oh, it's so much fun to talk shop." He smiled lightly. "You know, I-I cherish these sessions."

The other smiled back and shrugged his shoulders. "I'm intrigued by the criminal mind."

"Oh, please. We talk about murder the way most people talk about sports." He chuckled, "it's more then that."

He stopped packing his bag and turned to his father. "I see the tremors are back." Said his father as he looked down to the males hands, which shook.

Shaking his head as he brushed off the statement, he continued to pack his things. "Ah, it's nothing."

His father tilted his head at him. "You know, I once had a p-patient who had a psychogenic tremor."

If his father was going to pounder about this he minus well just tell him. He sighed and looked him in the eye. "What do you have to tell me?"

"I applied to a university in Tokyo."

"For First Division?" He nodded. "And you-you think they'll trust you?" He gave a look of doubt as he sang lowly. "Your father's a serial killer~"

He rolled his eyes at the older male. "What I'm saying is. . This is over."

"Over?" He frowned at the news. "No, I-I need you. You're my only connection to the world out there. I'll- I'll be cut off. Please, [Y/n]. Don't do this. This is not what I want!

"Maybe that's a good thing!" [Y/n] shouted at him.

He finished packing his bag and started to walk out of the cell, but immediately stopped in his tracks as the door slammed close, shutting him in. [Y/n] furrowed his brows as he shook the bars, as a way of trying to open them.

"You can't leave me."

He shook the bars again; no avail.

"This is wrong. I haven't seen you in ten years this isn't real. I left you walked off of here."

His father walked up to him and placed his hands on to his shoulders. "Don't you understand? I won't let you go. Remember: we're the same.

He let a loud scream as it became muffled by his mouth guard, he groaned and balled his fists in pure frustration. What a wonderful dream. He spits his mouth guard on to the floor, exhaling as he released his wrists from the restrains chained to his bed.

This was his routine. He realized when having night terrors he would harm himself. So, he kept himself restrained to his bed to keep him and others save.

"Morning, sunshine. Sleep well?" He said with a smile as he walked down the hall. His pet bird chirped in response. He made his way into the kitchen and began taking his medications.

"Nii-chan!"

He turned his head at the voice. A child in the middle of the hall way waved at him.

How did he get out the crib?

And why did mom trust me with him?

He shook his head and made his way to his little brother. "Morning Mitsuo. Sleep well?"

Mitsuo nodded his head and poked his stomach. "Hungry."

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"Wait. . . They fired you? Because of dad? I mean, it's not fair you haven't seen him in years."

[Y/n] walked down the side-walk as Mitsuo played with his fingers. He smiled and shook his head.

"Sho, I'm fine. Honestly."

Shoyo knew that his older brother got fired but, he didn't know what the reason was, even if it was a few years back; he just never asked till now.

They continued to walk down the busy streets of Japan, enjoying the each other's company.

"You having any nightmares lately?" Shoyo asked his brother.

[Y/n] glanced at him as he then quickly looked the other way. His brother looked down and played with his fingers; he probably shouldn't have asked that.

"You know, I'm lucky."

[Y/n] turned his head back to his brother. Mitsuo still playing with his fingers.

Shoyo smiled softly to him. "I was only five when dad was arrested. I don't really remember it. But. . . I remember you telling me everything is okay even when you knew it wasn't." He lightly shoved [Y/n's] shoulder.

"Hey maybe this is a good thing. A fresh start, you know? Forget about first division and all those serial killers and wicked crimes."

[Y/n] looked to the side and shook his head. "Right. Uh, so you're saying I should take a break from murder and crime?"

"Yes, exactly!"

Before [Y/n] could respond, Shoyo's phone began to ring.

"Ah, it's probably just work." He looked down to his phone as he read the message. "I got a report on a thing."

"Oh~ Another Shoyo Kurai exclusive?" His older brother asked as he tried to look at his phone. Shoyo turned his phone off and smiled at him.

"um, nah. Just some white-collar crap." He chuckled and patted his brothers shoulder. "Remember: you're taking a break."

"Thanks, Sho."

Shoyo smiled in response as he waved goodbye to both of his brothers.

"Bye sho-sho!" Said Mitsuo.

[Y/n] waved as well.

"Akarui."

He stopped walking and turned towards the voice. "Dae-jung? What are you doing here?"

Dae-jung smiled as he made his way towards him. Of courses he wasn't going to say he came to Japan to make sure [Y/n] didn't cause any trouble. So. . He just brushed off the question and changed the subject.

"Heard you were taking a break, city boy. You know, it's not nice to sneak back home and not tell your friends."

[Y/n] chuckled. "Oh, I have friends?"

He then heard another small chuckle. "I missed you, too, [Y/n]."

His eyes seemed to grow big as he looked towards a man with amber eyes.

"H-Haru."

"Long time no see. I would embrace you but. . You have a child in your arms."

They both looked down as Mitsuo nibbled [Y/n's] finger. He closed his eyes and sighed. "I'm glad his teeth are still growing in."

Haru stared at them for a moment.

Is that his. . . Son?

Before he could even ask, he seen [Y/n's] troubled face. "What's the matter? You got that spooked puppy dog look going on."

[Y/n] faced him, "my. . my brother just lied to me. His autonomic tells always gives him away."

"Hmm. A reporter lying?" Dae-jung shook his head in disapproval.

[Y/n] looked down, seeing Mitsuo still nibbling his finger. "I can't believe it. That's why he didn't tell me. He didn't want me to know he's covering a crime."

He combed his hair and sighed. Haru glances at him. "Well. . You can come with me and see if we can find out about it." [Y/n] smiled at the idea. "Ah. You know me so well."

Maybe a little too well.

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this was a little rushed -
but, uh, I hope you guys enjoyed ?   ✯ ˚.༄