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NinjagoFan-Yes, there will definitely be more ;) Even though my update schedule's messy due to exams, my story's continuing until it finishes (Including possibly two more main stories). Also thank you :D
Warning: Child abuse and a death, takes place after the 'unconsciousness' part
Ezra, exhausted and injured, limped his way over to the door. He had had to run very quickly until he got to the sewer tunnels, just in case someone were to follow him.
Kurumi still lay motionless in his arms and at this point, was only tiring him further-but he didn't care. He was too determined to get her home, have her treated. Then she'd wake up and be her usual, bossy self again.
If she didn't then...he didn't know what he'd do.
He slammed the buzzer with his fist.
"Hello?-"
"LET ME IN!" He yelled.
"C-Can I have your name first?"
He sighed "Ezra, and Kurumi's in my arms. She needs medical attention right now!"
"I recognize your voice, you can come in." The doorwatch replied plainly "And I've sent some paramedics to come and pick her up."
"Thank you!"
The heavy, metal door opened slowly. Ezra limped into the shelter, but didn't get far before collapsing onto the ground. Everyone immediately caught attention and came to his aid.
"Hey, are you alright?!"
"He's one of the assassin, isn't he? He's a lot younger than I thought he'd be."
"He needs a doctor!"
The teenager looked up at them all with a weak expression.
"I'm...fine. Kurumi...needs it."
It didn't take long before his brain fell into a deep state of unconsciousness.
"Oi…"
The boy murmured a little and turned in his sleep.
"OI!"
Someone began violently shaking him, the tired child's eyes shot open from the disturbance.
"Fucking finally...how long are you going to sleep, eh?"
Ezra glared at the bearded man in front of him and pushed his body back towards the wall.
"Well? Don't just sit there, get up."
He did what he was told, he kept his face low.
"Here." He tossed money at him "I need some booze, go and get some beer cans from the market or something."
"We're low on money and we've ran out of food. Why would you wanna buy alcohol?"
"Did I ask for your opinion, boy?"
"I'm HUNGRY! I've skipped so many meals, starved and did what I was told. I've been your slave for so long, I at least deserve to be fed! Can't you think about me instead of your stupid addiction for once?!"
After his outburst, he shivered as he looked down onto the floor, then back up at him.
"Mom wouldn't-"
He felt a hard fist hit his cheek, his fragile body fell onto the floor.
"Don't you dare even mention that bitch! She was insane! May I remind you her suicide was because she hated the very thought of y-?!"
Ezra cupped the money in his hand and shoved it into his pocket.
"Yeah, you're right. And I can't wait until you join her."
He slammed the front door and left before his father could say anything.
The whole journey to the market and back, he was cursing to himself, completely enraged. He had never liked his father (Or his mother even) and he had always been distant and cold, but when his mother died, he had developed that awful addiction to drink. His skill as a blacksmith completely declined, and their financial situation grew worse and worse. Unfortunately, his father mostly spent the money on whatever satisfied his need to binge-drink.
Lately, it seemed as if he had stopped feeding him altogether. At this rate, he'd starve.
Ezra threw the door open and dumped the bag of cans onto the floor.
"I brought beer!"
…
"Hello?!"
Still no response.
"Tch, probably fell asleep again." He muttered to himself.
The small boy, exhausted and hungry, made his way over to the living room-his father's usual sleeping spot.
Ezra slowly put his hand on the wall outside of the room.
"You asleep?" He spoke to the door.
He put his small hand onto the handle of the door, carefully sliding it open.
"Fath-"
He paused, staring with wide eyes at the sight before him.
His father lay dead on the floor. His eyes were rolled back with his mouth wide open, creating a horrible image on his face. He had a few gunshot wounds in his chest. Although, judging by his expression, he probably suffered a bit before he died.
Tears welled up in Ezra's eyes.
His eyes lit up and his mouth widened into a sincere smile.
"Yes! FINALLY!"
He ran out of the room, then out of the house. He swung the door open and began laughing like a maniac, joyful tears streaming down his face.
"I can't believe I'm finally free! He's really gone forev-!"
Suddenly, a firm hand placed itself on his tiny shoulder. He froze, half expecting the body to be a fake and that his angry father was standing behind him.
"You're Ezra Kizakura, right?" A female voice asked firmly.
He turned around, only to see a female police officer. Her clothes were messy, and blood was spattered all over her clothes. One hand was on his shoulder, the other was tightly gripping an SMG (Sub-machine gun) fastened to her belt.
"Come with me. Resist, and you will be killed."
The boy shuddered at her threatening tone and nodded.
She snatched his wrists, attaching cuffs to him without any hesitation.
"From now on, filth like you will be put where you belong."
Muffled voices surrounded him in his pitch dark vision, he couldn't make them out at all.
Eventually, their voices became more distinct.
"Is he ok?"
It was Lucas' gruff voice, he knew it all too well by now.
"Yes, we have assessed him and he barely has any injuries. He passed out earlier due to fatigue, he should be awake soon."
"I'm so glad!"
A childlike voice, definitely Morro.
Ezra's eyes fluttered open. It took a while for his vision to clear, but eventually made out four figures surrounding him.
A nurse, Lucas, Simon and Morro.
"There you are! God, what the hell happened to you two back there!"
"Ezra!"
The teenager looked to his left, only to see his little brother. He had a few tears in his eyes.
"The squirt and I made it back safe, so you don't have to worry about him." Lucas added.
Ezra smiled and nodded, he then widened his arms and pulled the tiny child into a hug.
"I'm-I'm sorry I-!"
"Hey, it's okay." He whispered "You're too hard on yourself kid. Just glad you're ok."
The taller boy then remembered the vision he saw on the building, Kurumi's limp and bloody body, lying motionless on the rooftop.
Kurumi!
His irises contracted and he gasped before he quickly released Morro. His hands gripped Lucas by the shoulders.
"Where is she?!"
"Sh-She's next door to this room, please let go of Mr. Maynard!" The nurse protested.
Ezra ran out of the room at full speed.
"Hey, wait!" Morro called after him, following his brother into her room.
The teenager slammed the door open.
"KURUMI!"
Two nurses turned around, completely astonished at his barging in.
One nurse glared at him "How dare you barge into a patient's room you-!"
The hazel-haired teenager shoved her out of the way and rushed to the bed.
He knelt down beside her. She was still unconscious, and judging by the ICU, the other equipment and the hospital gown the nurses had dressed her up in: her injuries must have been very severe.
"Hey!"
Morro entered the room soon afterward.
"I must insist, leave immediately!" The nurse shouted, losing her temper.
"They're her family, if anything, it's best you be leaving."
The two women saw Lucas lean against the door.
"Yes sir!" They chorused and headed out in a hurry. Lucas followed from behind and shut the door, allowing the three to be alone.
Ezra's eyes filled with tears, he couldn't help but choke out a few sobs. He gently put his head on her chest and began crying into her gown.
Her heart was beating and he could hear her breathe, but it wasn't enough.
"Kurumi," He whispered hoarsely "I-I'm so stupid and careless a-and everything you said about me was right...I know I'm a pain but, I'm so glad you've put up with me all these years."
He looked up at her from his position "My life has been painful and all I've ever known is survival, but when I met you and Morro, I was finally able to live for a purpose. I don't care how many times you scold me, I just want you back…"
His shoulders shuddered and his body shook as he cried into her gown, he had never felt so guilty in his life.
Two hands lovingly cradled his head, one began to stroke his wild hair.
His head shot up from her gown, only to see Kurumi smiling down at him. She too had tears in her eyes.
"K-Kurumi?!"
She wrapped her arms around his head and held him in her chest.
"I'm sorry too, I really didn't mean the things I said. You're the reason I have hope, that I was able to fight back against those who tried to control us, that I'm here now. And yet I've treated you so unfairly and with complete disregard-like a spoilt brat. I don't know why you care about me at all but...I'm flattered nonetheless…"
He took her hands and cupped it in his.
"Of course I do! You're loving, kind, strong, protective and you've kept me going all these years. You're amazing! I've always respected you, and I still do."
She stared at him, completely dumbfounded at his boldness.
The teenager began to blush when he realized how passionate his speech was "U-Ummm, I-!"
She wrapped her arms around him to silence his stammers.
"Idiot…" She sighed.
He hugged her back, happy she didn't mind.
"Me too! Me too!" Morro climbed onto the bed to try and huddle in.
"Morro!" She cried in relief, she wrapped an arm around him, then cupped his cheeks "I was so worried!"
"Me too! I'm sorry I caused you guys so much trouble…"
His two siblings began protesting, insisting that it was fine and they were just glad he was all in one piece.
"All that matters is, we're together again. And no matter what, I promise I'll never let anyone take any of you away from me again." Ezra announced, hugging the both of them "You're the two most important people in my life, always remember that."
"We'll be together forever, right?" Morro asked his older siblings.
"Mmm." Kurumi hummed "Forever."
They remained in their embrace for a while, wishing they could stay in it forever.
But one thing the three were certain of, is that no matter what life threw their way, nobody could ever separate them.
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