Kyo woke up to the sound of a soft beep. He stood up and looked around, it took him a moment to recall the evens of late last night.

What was his name? Kazu-something Oh well, it didn't matter.

Food

He had to make food

The man stirred and slowly sat up. He looked grumpy. He was very grumpy last night, Kyo could tell. He sighed a lot, but he didn't yell at Kyo so that was nice.

Kazuma seemed surprised when he noticed Kyo, and then confused, and then he nodded and let out a soft sigh. 'He must really not like me' Kyo thought.

"Good morning Kyo," Kazuma swung his legs to the side of the bed and stretched. "I'm going to go do a morning rutine and make a couple phone calls before making you something to eat. Do feel free to take a look around.

Kyo gave a quick nod, best not to speak yet, father hated it when he spoke.

As soon as Kazuma left the room and Kyo made sure to listen, not moving until he heard the sound of the door closing.

Alright, food, he had to get some breakfast ready for the man.

Kyo got up and quitely went through the house, he found the kitchen and opened up the fridge.

It was pretty empty, but there were some eggs. He could make eggs. Kyo grabbed the egg carton and set it on the counter before rummaging through the cubbards for a pan. Even in his dad's kitchen there were some okay looking pots and pans that he mother used. In this kitchen, all he could find was a small skillet that had both cobwebs and mouse droppigs in it. Kyo shuddered, he hated mice.

He rinsed out the skillet, making sure to scrub it with soap, then went about placing it on the stove, then grabbing a chair and drgging it over so he could climb up and work. He had to be careful to put the chair back after, he reminded himself, before putting some oil in and when it wqs good and hot cracking the eggs to letl them sizzle in the pan.

Kyo liked cooking, at least when he didn't mess up.

"When you put the salt in, you always put some in your hand and then put it in the pan, this way you can measure" His mother smiled at him, shaking the salt into his cupped hands.

"But how do I know how much to put in?" Kyo asked, staring at the white crystals

"hmm" His mother put a hand to her lip, thinking. "I suppose I always kinda just feel it. Maybe it's part of being a chef, you feel when things are just right."

Kyo tipped his hand into the pot, letting the salt sprinkle on the grilling chicken.

"Just like that." His mother nodded, stirring the pot.

"will daddy like it?" Kyo asked, watching intently as the chicken sizzled and the aroma filled the air.

"I think he will." His mother smiled, and not for the first time, Kyo noticed the smile waver just a hint.

"What's this smell?"

Kyo jumped, nearly falling off his chair, he spun to see the man walk into the kitchen, rubbing his head and yawning.

"I, Um, I wanted to make you some breakfast." Kyo stammered, he glanced down at the eggs and his breath caught as he saw they were starting to burn.

No, No, No, you shouldn't have dazed off, you should have been paying attention, stupid, stupid, stupid

"I'm sorry, I'll get it cleaned up and make you some new ones right away." Kyo grabbed the handle and let out a cry as the metal burned his palm. He pulled back and the weight shift toppled over the chair he was standing on, causing him to go crashing to the ground.

"I'm sorry." He cried, crawling away from the man. "I didn't mean to I promise, I'll get it fixed."

"Hey, hey it's fine, it's just eggs." The man switched the stove off and put the chair upright.

"I burned them, I'm sorry." Kyo shook his head.

Stupid, Stupid, Stupid. Kyo shut his eyes tight, reaching the edge of the wall

"Stupid Boy!" Pain spread through Kyo's cheek as he was slapped back against the wall. "I work all day to provide for you, to give you food, and you ruin it." He grabbed the dinner plate and threw it at the boy, it shattered on the wall above his head, sending ceramic shards and cut up chicken showing down on him. "You are uselses, you are beyong useless, it would be better if you never tried to do anything."

"I'm sorry." Kyo whimpered, covering his head with his hands, his knees drawn in.

"Yeah, well sorry doesn't give me a good meal. Now I'll have to go to bed hungry because you decided that a pound of salt was a good idea to put on my meal.

Kyo glanced up to see his mother, sitting at the table, pale,

Sorry mom

I'm sorry

"I'm sorry."

"Hey, it's okay, how about we get some new eggs and try again togeather?"

Kyo opened his eyes to see the man knleeling next to him, his eyebrows furrowed. Was was angry

"I'll fix it." Kyo tried his best to sound convincing

"How about we fix it togeather?"

He probably wanted to watch to keep him from messing up again. He was probably going to yell when he did something wrong. It was a trap. Don't trust it.

"Ok." Kyo nodded his head, and got up, trying to steady his shaking hand.

"We'll just put these to the trash." Kazuma grabbed a towl and wrpped it around the skillet handle.

"Wait, I'll eat them." Kyo jumped up, rushing to the stove.

"It's okay Kyo," Kazuma looked down, pan in mid air. "I have more eggs, a few broken eggs won't hurt anyone.

"Are you sure?" Kyo's eyes were wide, his hands up like he wasn't sure what to do.

"Yeah I'm sure, go sit down at the table and I'll whip something up for us. Scrambled okay?"

Kyo wordlessly went to the table, and sat silently, if the man was upset he was sure to take it out after the smallest mistake, Kyo had to be sure to behave, mess ups were not okay.

Author's Note:

Here is the second chapter, I'm working on the 3rd right now but the more reviews the more motivation I'll have. Please let me know what you think.