Give Him Back(Completed)

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The movement beneath him had hi snapping his attention back on the pathetic being he is stepping on. Valentine was watching Youta, licking his lips, manic eyes clouded with pleasure and pride. Gakushū felt sick, he reached down and grabbed the man by the chin

Snarling, he spat at the man

"I wouldn't look at my child that way again if you want me to keep from snapping your neck" he warns with a growl

But Valentine just smirks, turning his eyes back to Youta's direction, and even moaning slightly as he looks, expression twisted in sick arousal

"Oh ho Gakushū~" He laughs
"He did so fucking good to me" he whispers breathily "So beautiful, screamed so loudly"

Gakushū sees red, his hands fly out on their own accord, smashing Valentine's face all over again, but this time to the point where he was barely even recognizable anymore

His muffled screams of agony pushed Gakushū to extremes he never thought he could possibly do.

Karma just watched in sick fascination.

Karma was the violent one, Karma was the one who's hands were covered in the filth and blood of despicable people because of his secret job, and yet it was Gakushū, his sweet and loving husband who was pounding Valentine close to death

Gone was the loving husband and father and now was replaced by a feral animal who was pushed too far. Karma figure he should stop Gakushū, but refused to do so anyway

Not like the bastard didn't deserve this

Though Youta was passed out still, Karma covered his eyes just in case.

Over and over again Gakushū swings his bloody fists down, enjoying the crunch of bone and tissue like a starving man would devour bread, his snarls and shouts of fury echoing throughout the room.

Gakushū ignored Karma's voice when he informs him that the man lost consciousness a long time ago

He just kept hitting, and hitting, and hitting

He would have punched the man to death if not for the hand on his shoulder.

Snapping around quickly, his bloodied fists raised, pupils dilated and body still running on adrenaline, Gakushū stops himself just in time. His eyes rests on the form of his older sister, she steps back slightly, her long blonde hair pulled to a bun.

She pulls out a tissue from her pocket and began cleaning her brother's face and hands

"I think they can take it from here" she said, gesturing to the frozen police officers standing behind them.

"I-I think we'll need a stretcher" one of the officers informed.

Soon they dragged the beaten up man to his feet and cuffed him, before lowering him far too gently to the parents' liking onto a stretcher. The motherfucker was still passed out cold, his hands falling limply to the side as they start to move, the wheels squeaking on the floor.

A female officer stood between Nanami and Gakushū, a red pen in hand as she tally marks on her clipboard.

Karma, with Youta in his arms, approached his husband and sister in law. "Lets go home" he whispers.

Gakushū nodded and was about to lead them out, but their paths were blocked by the female officer. "W-wait just a moment" she held out her hands to stop them. "I'm gonna have to ask your son some questions"

"Later" Karma snapped.

"Help us get him to the hospital first" Nanami added.

The woman shook her head. "I'm sorry but we need to keep the crime scene as authentic as possible, we can't le-"

"I'm afraid you didn't hear us the first time" Gakushū growled.

"Get. Us. To. The. Fucking. Hospital!"