TWICE: The Multiverse

SaTzu - A Father's Love [TW]

Note/s: Genderbender (Tzuyu), violence, attempted rape

This is an adaptation of a fanfic called 'I killed a man today' by Iron Man from portkey-archive.org

~oOo~

I killed a man today.

I have never taken a life in my twenty five years of existence. 

It is often a curious thing to think about, how just the right circumstances can make for the most terrible things to occur. A knife slipping out of a pocket as you are brutally knocked to the ground. A well placed punch to the face sending your mind into the bowels of pain and dizziness. A child's screams of fear then pain as she herself is assaulted as she tries to help her mother from her attacker.

My wife is strong willed, determined, brilliant beyond all reason, and her father had her attend self-defense classes since she was fifteen so she could be with an aspiring police officer at the time. In short, I know she can take care of herself. I feel like it is my job to do that, but she doesn't let me do it very often. Because I love her, I do it her way. I'm not complaining. I like to protect people, it's what I do. However, I must admit that if I had a wife that needed constant looking after, I would probably be agitated to say the least.

My daughter, age four, is a mirror image of my wife, with one exception. She has black wavy hair instead of brown. In mannerisms and personality, she is again, mostly my wife. She has my love for animals. That is it from me. Yet, I care not. I love her to death, and would die to keep her from ever feeling one ounce of pain.

My girls are my life, and I never knew the extent a father/husband would go to protect the ones closest to him. I learned something about myself today. I will kill to keep them from ever being harmed. Physically that is. I might break your nose if you call my wife ugly, but I will not put you six feet under.

This day will forever be ingrained in my memory. My little girl was getting restless waiting for our dinner to finish up. My wife decided to take her for a stroll around the pond in the park mere meters from our back yard. I was left to finish dinner, a task I didn't mind. I waved them off, giving my daughter a big kiss and one to my wife as well. She smiled into the kiss I remember. God I love her.

I watched as they left out of the sliding door on the back of house before I returned to the kitchen. The base of the sun was near the horizon line. The beautiful orange color that comes in the evening was beginning to show.

I puttered around kitchen for the next twenty minutes before I began to put the finishing touches on the dish I was preparing. I had made my way to the cupboard afterward, and pulled out plates and silverware. Three plates stacked in my hand with silverware on top fell to the floor as I heard my daughter scream DADDY in sheer, unadulterated terror.

Now some people call it a sixth sense, others think that the bond that my wife and I have gives us some sort of telepathic connection to each other. I can't explain it, but at any given time of the day I could tell you where my wife was. Up until this day it only bothered me slightly. Yet it only bothered me in the sense that it was such an odd thing. Did anyone else have this with their spouse? Never again though would that connection and bother be in the same sentence.

My eyes focused on my wife who was by the grand oak tree on the far end of the pond from our house. She was on her back, struggling beneath a man in a gray hoodie and torn trousers as he was straddling her. A few white strips of clothing were scattered about and I realized with dread that they came from my wife's blouse. My daughter was off the paved walkway, sitting in the grass nursing a broken arm. Her eyes were wide with fear, but also relief at my arrival. The anger in me intensified tenfold.