𝑳𝑬𝑺 𝑭𝑹𝑨𝑮𝑰𝑳𝑬𝑺 •𝒃𝒙𝒃•

Control ~ 1

"Yuma!" He heard his name be called out.

That was Papa's voice.

Yuma didn't like it when he called for him.

"Yes, Papa?" He replied, stepping into the living room.

The man was sitting on the couch, his ebony black suit a harsh contrast against the pure white leather of the couch, "I'm leaving on a business trip in a few moments," his silver eyes slid in Yuma's direction, "I hope you'll be on your best behaviour while I'm gone." The man stood up, expensive shoes clicking against the marble floor as he approached Yuma.

"I will." Yuma averted his eyes, choosing to look down at the light grey tiles instead.

A shadow loomed over him, "Look me in the eye when I speak with you," Papa's deep voice resounded through the empty house, causing Yuma to reluctantly look up at him, "That's better."

Yuma didn't like this.

This... forced relationship between them.

He hated it. He despised it. He loathed it.

A sudden pressure on his neck made him wince, "Now, now. There's no need for such emotions between us, Yuma," the man whispered, staring down at him, "Aren't we family?" He asked, leaning down, "What would Kyoya think if he knew what you thought of me?"

Kyoya... Kyoya. Kyoya!

"Let me go." Yuma took a step back, but the grip on his neck didn't go away.

His father's lips pulled back into a smile, "Demanding, aren't we?" His slight accent sent shivers down Yuma's spine.

Let go. That was the only thing on his mind. Let go. The words kept on repeating. Let go.

"Let go."

The pressure on his neck went away as the man's amusement grew, "My, my. You seem oddly defiant these past few days..." Without another word, the man's hand surged forward and Yuma's head whipped to the side.

The slap echoed through the room.

"You should think twice before defying me again," the man bit out, walking past him, "Tell Kyoya to call me when he gets home." With that, he walked away, the front door clicking shut behind him.

Yuma's cheek stung.

_

The bruise had long since appeared before Kyoya got home, "Yuma?! What happened?" The older boy dropped his bag onto the floor and raced towards his younger brother, "Are you all right?"

Yuma didn't answer.

Kyoya knew the answer.

He grabbed the back of Yuma's head and pulled him into his chest, careful not to press onto the bruise, wrapping his arms around him, "It's all right now," he felt Yuma grip onto his uniform, "I'm here."

His heart drummed against his ribs.

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"Mama died because of me, didn't she?"

Kyoya didn't expect to ever hear a question like that.

"Don't say that," he brushed his hand down Yuma's head, threading his fingers through his hair, "I don't want to hear you say anything like that." He felt Yuma move away, the boy sitting up to look down at him.

"But... If she never had me, then she would still be here, right?" He heard Yuma speak, "Papa seems to think so. Sometimes, he can't even look at me." Kyoya knew why Papa can't bear the sight of Yuma.