"Did you need something nephew?" Asked his uncle in a bored tone going back to his papers as if whatever Hikaru had to say was of no importance, irrelevant.
Its frustrating, how when the grownups look at Hikaru they don't actually see him, it's as if he wasn't even here. He hates it specially because the only one that actually bothers to look at him in the eye lately is that sick pervert that keeps telling Hikaru how beautiful he is and how much he loves him.
Lies
Daiki didn't love him, Matsuo cared for him as far as he could throw him, even his own mother couldn't love Hikaru so how could a stranger? He has lived by this truth for as long as he could remember, he fought it at first he remembers that but soon came to understand it, to accept it.
So why?
Why does Hikaru wants to scream to this man, 'Don't do this! I am your nephew, your family! It's your job to protect me, to love me! Don't do this pleasedon'tdothisIwillbegoodsopleasedo'tdoit,'.
Inhale...
...Exhale
His hands are trembling and his control is slipping.
'Get a hold of yourself idiot!' he screams at himself.
He can't break, not in front of this man. They might share a name and even blood but in this world, Matsuo's world, money is thicker than blood. Hikaru isn't worth anything here, not in Matsuo's eyes, not even in Hide's.
But to himself, his life is worth everything and to survive he most play by their rules, whether that is as a doctor or a whore is irrelevant in the long run.
So he takes a deep breath and stills himself for this conversation.
"Uncle, we need to talk about Usami and Yoshimura."
For some reason Matsuo snaps up his head so quickly to look at his direction that Hikaru thinks he heard something crack. He doesn't really understand why his uncle looks so surprised at this topic but it's a good look on him, Hikaru thinks with an almost smile on his face.
Today Hide came to rub it in Hikaru's nose that he had lost, but Hikaru is used to losing in the matters of his life.
That doesn't mean he can't win over others.
