An: there is a very small hint to what Fujiro's quirk is/will be in this chapter!

"The kid isn't yours." The women said. Her face was pale, with her dark brown hair matted to her forehead messily. The whites of her eyes were stained pink, she had been crying.

"He's not fucking yours." She repeated.

The child in her arms whaled as if he could understand each word the women spoke.

Her hand came down on the boy's mouth, causing his gums to bleed. He cried louder as she tightened her grip.

"I told you that I don't mind, I still love him,"

"Is it not fucking obvious I don't want you here?!" She strained her voice as she yelled, practically throwing the child on a nearby couch.

"Shit! Careful he's just a baby!" He yelled, attempting to softly force his way past the women, who pushed back in turn.

"Get the fuck out." She growled, shoving the man harshly towards the door.

"Fuck- I will just- Please, Just let me take Fujiro-"

She yelled and pushed the male in the chest. He gasped as he fell on his back, hitting the ground with a loud thump. He coughed as he tried to catch his breath.

She kicked and stepped on him as he tried to stand.

She didn't what to be here, she didn't want him here. Her eyes were blinded with rage.

It was a vase.

The one he got her after their wedding. They're not old, still filled with beautiful yellow roses rested in lukewarm water. It's like they never aged a day.

She emptied the large vase on his face ignoring his gurgles of attempted pleads, smiling as the thorne full roses pricked his fingers and caused them to bleed.

Next, the glass.

The vase was so heavy the women had trouble lifting it over her head, her limbs were shaking but she refused to allow her weakness show. She dropped the weight to the one below her, but her body still felt held down, like metal.

His loud cries stopped, while his mouth seemed to absorb the water and glass he was forced to choke down. Shards of glass pierced his blue eyes and the dark skin on his face flooded with blood.

He twitched. She stomped on him, his neck, his stomach. Anywhere that could finish the job.

A quick snap to reality and she looked down at the mess, she felt nothing but apathy. Cold apathy.

She left the child on the ground where he had fallen, grabbing her phone instead.

When the police answered she lied.

"He attacked my son."

The days went on and the boy grew older. Although he was well fed,  he only saw his mother on rare occasions and was often left with willing temporary caretakers.

All through his four years of his life, the majority of his time was spent with cheap babysitters or at daycares his mother frequency didn't pick him up from.

No one seemed to mind.  Fujiro was well taken care of (meaning he was healthy and alive). And his mother seemed nice enough, especially since her spouse unexpectedly attacked her after their marriage. So It makes sense that she was a little snappy at times. Maybe she was just lonely? Anyway, if that meant the boy spent a week or two with each of the daycare staff, it was fine by them. The boy was very well behaved.

-

"Now, child, remind me what your age is, "
The elderly lady tested the boy who was sitting on the ground in front of her. His brows furrowed and he looked at his fingers. Eventually putting three fingers in the air. He quickly corrected himself, adding another. She smiled.

"I'm very proud, now choose another card."

Fujiro smiled and took from the deck of cards labeled "My first Japanese."

He eyed the word and the picture of a man on the card. Sounding out the hiragana he grinned, this was easy.

"Dad?" He asks, handing the women the card.

She smiled and nodded, gesturing for him to grab another. Confused, he looked up at her, she'd told him the meaning of all the other cards, so why not this one?

"It means?" he asked, taking the card back from her hand and placing it in the "learned" pile.

The women bit her lip in an almost painful-looking way. She took a short breath out of her nose and forced a smile.

"Do you remember what I said about moms?"

Fujiro shrugged and shook his head.

"Well... Come here," she said, patting her lap. The blond crawled to her and claimed on the chair, settling down and snuggling into her chest. She moved his hair from the spot where it was ticking her wrinkled neck and spoke quietly.

"Mommy's and daddy's jobs are to take the best care of you." she looked down at the boys face, ridden with confusion and fatigue. She continued.

"Your mommy, for instance, who loves you, very much, has been a victim of some very bad things, even though she's sweet and undeserving of it. It may not seem like love since she's barely around, but it is, and she would never do anything to bring harm to you."

The boy nodded.

"A dad?" he breathed. Interrogating with eyes that seem to be deep with thought, staring right into her.

She sighed.

"Child, not everyone has both a mother and a father, the men who could have raised you were dangerous, and wanted nothing but to hurt you, and your mother did everything she could to protect you from such evil."

Fujiro listened keenly, even though there were many words he couldn't understand. He tilted his head, waiting for the elder to continue.

"Here." she sat the blond up a bit straighter in her lap and looked at him in his eyes. "If you never listen to anything I say ever again, child. Make sure this you understand. You need to remember this. maybe you'll need the words to support you."

The boy nodded. "Okay."

"You promise" she smiled.

"Pinky promise."

They intertwined their pinkies and loosed the atmosphere, she smiled and took a deep breath.

"Mom's and dads have a special bond. And they care for each other just as much as they care about you, never less, never more. They would risk their lives for you and each other. Though Sometimes, people lose one of their parents and that's okay. What you have to do is stay strong. Which I know you're capable of... When you are older you will be so tough. You could even be a dad if your own."

Fujiro smiled, absorbing the words like a small blond sponge, he yawned.

"Oh? I think it's about time to head to bed. We've got to wake up early. I have an early shift at the daycare and we've got to go and check up on your mom. How's that sound?"

The boy rubbed his eyes and shrugged.

"Thank you, Mrs. Chiko."

She smiled and pat his head.

"So mature for your age, please, call me grandma, child," she said, but the boy was already fast asleep, snoring quietly on her chest.

Chiko carried him to the master bedroom and placed him on the bed they had to share. She hoped tomorrow she would get permission to adopt the blond from the women. She had dreamed of being able to watch and help him grow. He already spent the majority of his time here, so she wouldn't mind right?

-

Once 7:30 hit, the two were awake and alert, getting dressed and ready to go.

The two brushed their teeth, (with one of them sitting on the countertop so he could see the mirror.) and was almost ready to leave.

Instead of putting the boy in his normal clothes, she dressed him in his favorite blue dinosaur onesie, the one she had bought him for his birthday last year. This was in preparation, she knew things could go wrong with the blonds snappy mother this morning, and maybe the outfit could serve as a distraction. Hopefully, that won't be needed.

The car ride was quiet, with Chiko thinking very intently of how to phrase her next words and Fujiro looking outside, watching the street lights blur past.  He thought on yesterdays conversation and swore that he would never forget, even when he was dead. The boy narrowed his eyes as he looked out of the glass, he swore he saw figures lurking in the dark, but the thought was ignored and forgotten almost as fast as it was perceived.

When they reached the small house, the lights were on. Chiko was annoyed. The women had ignored her texts and calls, but she quickly shook it off, chalking it down to how early it was in the morning, despite having messaged her last night too.

She sincerely hoped the other was awake. See, the deal was, no matter what, she would be asking today, and hopefully changing her life for the better.

After she unbuckled the blond from his car seat, she made her way to the door with the child. Hand and hand.

Chiko knocked on the door three times and waited for about a solid minute before the door opened harshly

"What?" the women all but grunted out.

Her hair stuck to her head in an almost appalling sticky-like way. She yawned and took a heavy breath, she had opened the door, but not wide enough for the two to enter.

"Hello!"  Chiko replied. With a scowl, the younger woman flinched at her enthusiasm, her face grimacing in annoyance.

"I'm sorry for coming so early, may we talk about something?" Chiko asked with a worry ridden voice, the other looked awful possibly worse than she's ever seen her. Her pupils were disgustingly dilated. Unnatural. Maybe today isn't the best day to talk about this.

But she's here now.

The women groaned, opening the entryway just enough for the two to enter, forcing he two to uncomfortably squeeze past.

Chiko tried to ignore the fact that the door wasn't shut behind them, she's obviously hoping that they didn't stay long.

Unwelcomed. Got it.

"Pardon the intrusion. Where should I-"

"There." the women points to a chair, placed awkwardly in the living room.

Chiko nods, sitting hand and hand with Fujiro, his grip unnaturally tight aside her.

"What about Fujiro?" she asks.

A fiery heat rises to her cheeks, her fists clench and she looks at him angerly. Accusingly.

"I don't give a fuck." she spits, pulling up a chair and sitting in it. She's close enough the other two could smell her, the faint intoxicating smell of vomit overwhelming their senses. The blond shies away.

"What d'yu need!" she yells. Her voice booms. Loud enough to make the other two want to close their ears.

Chiko panics.

"Yes. Right. I-I know you love your son very much, but I was thinking it would be nice if you allowed me to adopt him? Get him-"

"Adopt him?" she interrupted. "Do you think I can't take care of it myself?"

"No no! I could- help with him for a while," she muttered.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?!" she belts, lazily standing and loudly knocking over the chair from under herself.

The other two jump, Chiko stands and moves back with the toddler, holding his hand cautiously.

Oh.

Oh.

Chiko's eyes widen with realization.

There were empty syringes everywhere.  the other women's words were slurred, white powder coated the shelves, and a plethora of empty bottles of alcohol were scattered around the residence. The feeling of danger increased drastically.

She didn't know what she was on, but it wasn't anything safe.

The drug-influenced women charged at her, knocking the boy out of her hands. It wasn't long before Chiko was pinned, thrashing against the ground with panicked screams, she couldn't get free from the manic. There's only so much a sixty-seven-year-old woman could do to protect herself.

One noise against the halfway opened door went unnoticed.

So did the next.

Fujiro was sobbing, gripping tightly to the cloth of his onesie. His eyes widened when 'people' he's never seen before barged into the house, attacking the two brawling women in an instant.

Chiko gasped into the grasp a monster had on her neck. "Fujiro! Get out of here!"

The noise was defining, Disgusting to hear. Mrs. Chiko's face was dismantled, bits and pieces of the flesh on her face broken up and wettened from the tears that poured from her eye's and the blood dripping from her skull. The other women was unrecognizable. Trapped in the sea of death.

The toddler ran. He fell every couple of steps,  faceplanting on the ground with a choked sob. The dirty and bruised child crawled his way outside, finally making his way into their backyard dog house.

He never had a dog, but the boy was always sent here when he had done something wrong.

Mrs. Chiko is gone. He did something very wrong.

The boy huddled in the small space. he didn't dare leave, he didn't mind not leaving. He was warm, the onesie keeping him more than comfortable in the small dark space.

But he still felt like he needed to cry.

So he did. For hours on end.

The next day came and he stayed put. Only moving when a tall man plucked him from the secluded area, no matter how much he protested. He held him for a while. Until he brought him to a nice boy with blond hair just like his own.

An: Again I apologize this took so goddamn long. The good news is, I've got this story all fully planned out n' such! This book will be about 15-17 chapters! Thank you so much for reading this far!

An: Oh and I'm also going to be slightly rewriting my last chapters, make them less cringe.