Childhood memories come back.
It was a normal morning and Yao had left the house to vaguely "go do something important."
See, this was hell. This meant that Kiku was in charge. Why?
Because he was the oldest.
Yes, the salty motherfucker fuckboy was in charge and it sucked.
See, Kiku was extremely two-faced. If you ever met him, he would seem like the most humble, polite, overall really nice person you'll ever meet. That's how he acted towards people he just met, or someone like Alfred.
No.
Nooooooo.
THIS MOTHERFUCKER IS PROBABLY THE MOST RUDEST AND SALTIEST PERSON EVER WHEN HE IS WITH THE FAMILY. LIKE OH MY FUCKING GOD.
Kiku was an utter devil with his family especially with Yong Soo and Leon. Maybe because they're just easier to pick on or some shit like that, I mean Leon is a fuckboy. And Yong Soo is….well, he's the youngest, so that automatically means he gets to be picked on.
So after Yao had left, with Kiku closing the door behind him; he turned to his fellow "brothers" and cracked the slightest bit of a smile. The void that was his eyes was really starting to be the scariest shit ever, like holy shit.
Yong Soo was pretty sure that he could see his plausible death in Kiku's eyes. He shuddered.
Man, Kiku was such a fuckwad.
Leon put his hands together like a fuckboy and prayed that he would survive until Yao came back.
"Hey you two, let's do something nice for Yao when he comes back." Kiku said, with a kind smile that's hella fake. So fake like a terrible green screen.
Yong Soo flinched. "W-What did you have in mind Kiku?" He immediately regretted opening his fuckboy mouth. Why? Because he could mentally feel Leon mentally punching him in the dick for being a idiot fuckboy.
"Well…" Kiku started, making both Leon and Yong Soo feel a bit paranoid.
Evening fell, and Yao had returned. As he opened the door, right when he was about to notify the three of his return; he suddenly froze.
Yao came home to see Leon and Yong Soo collapsed on the couch and the ground, looking hella exhausted. Kiku was sitting in a chair, reading some old ass samurai book.
Surprisingly, the room looked hella clean.
Spotless, even.
"What did you three do when I was g-" Yao was suddenly cut off by a loud plea from Leon.
"YAO PLEASE SAVE US." Leon begged. "SAVE US FROM THIS DEMON."
"Huh? What are you talking about-" Yao inquired before being cut off by Kiku. "Oh, don't mind him, Yao."
Kiku continued. "I suggested we help clean up the place," he looked at both Leon and Yong Soo, sneering. With his eyes that are probably voids to the underworld and back. "Right, you two?"
Both Leon and Yong Soo flinched at the word "right."
"Y-Yeah...right..." Yong Soo murmured.
"Ah, is that so?" Yao said. "Heh, Kiku, maybe you should be in charge here more often."
Kiku's eyes glinted. "Maybe, Yao...maybe."
Yong Soo and Leon's eyes widened with horror. OH, FUCK ME SILLY IN THE ASS, both of them thought. Probably in unison. Cause they both fuckboys. Fuckboys think alike.
Well, at least they were safe from Kiku at the moment.
Probably.
More fuckboyness brought to you from Leon, Kiku, and Yong Soo.
