Okay so awesome, I have been writing about my OC Takara and Koji Minamoto in RPs for awhile so I wanted to write a story for them. Pre-digital world story. Just a cute little fluff. Warnings for mention of abusive Kousei but just a light mention. Thanks to NeoMiniTails for betareading this small drabble.
Five-year-old Takara Hagiwara gently wiped off the blood from Koji Minamoto's forehead. It was yet another beating that poor Koji had endured, and she was tending to him. His bottom lip was swollen on the right side; it appeared almost twice its normal size and as red as an apple.
"Koji," Takara said, her tone soft and melancholic. She tried to sound strong for him, like how she imagined Card Captor Sakura would be in this situation, but instead, she sounded like she was ready to cry. "I wish I could take you and run away."
She dreamt of it often, her and Koji running away to a world far from their own, one where his daddy wouldn't be able to hurt him anymore. Maybe, a forest kingdom where they could be king and queen and have all the snacks they'd like and to sleep whenever they wanted. There, she could protect him and make him smile forever.
Koji didn't reply for a moment. He looked down at his feet, moved his mouth as if he were going to say something but nothing came out. His fist tightened at his side as he clenched his teeth. Takara knew he was trying to keep from crying.
Finally, he looked at her, his eyes steeled into some sort of resolve. "Why?" The question escaped his lips so naturally. He started to explain himself, "I was naughty." There was a pause then he continued, "Dad was just helping me learn."
Takara's eyes grew saddened and she shook her head. "My niichan and mom never hurt me to teach me. It's wrong, Koji."
Koji coughed a little. "It doesn't matter. We're too little to run away on our own." He'd always been so smart and sensible. He was small, but it was like he was one of the grown ups already. For a faint second, he smiled and continued saying, "'Sides I gots you, right? That's enough for me. Just don't leave, too, ok? I know I'm a bad boy but I'd miss you."
Takara brushed her lavender hair out of her eyes and gently hugged Koji after tying the last bandage. "I will never leave. I promise, Koji. I will love you and only you!" Leaving Koji, no way! That was like missing her Saturday Morning cartoons. Holding up her tiny finger in the air, she exclaimed, "Pinky promise!" She held out her pinky and Koji took it, responding to the hug and burying his head in her shoulder. Her heart clenched as she heard his quiet sniffles and she silently made a prayer to God. 'God, if you're out there, please free Koji. I don't like him to be hurt. I have what I want from life… but I want Koji to be happy.'
"I will love only you too," Koji finally mumbled. "I wish… I wish I had no family."
The lavender-haired girl flinched and shook her head. "I wish you had a big brother or big sister like I have Niichan. They would protect you, Koji."
"They might hate me too," Koji pointed out. "Daddy said Mom would be so sad that I'm not a good boy. If I have a brother, he might be sad about it too. I want to be alone. I just want to have you, Takara. I don't want a daddy or a mommy or a family. You're the only one who loves me."
Tears rolled down Takara's cheeks at those words as she ran her fingers through Koji's hair and she hugged him tighter. "I love you. And only you. I always will, Koj. No matter what."