A/N: Hi, everyone. I can't believe the last time I updated this was in January… I didn't mean to disappear for so long; life seemed to get in the way, and anytime I could update, the motivation wasn't there. Now that we're currently in a global pandemic, I have more than enough time to catch up on things, and writing wasn't one of the things I jumped on right away. I neglected my writing long enough… I have the time to do it now, and I'm going to try my best to get back my motivation. With everything that's happening lately, anxiety and slight depression kicked in, which didn't help my lack of motivation any! I'm hoping this chapter is OK, and it may not be my best work. I'm just giving you guys the heads up. :) Let's go!

Chapter 30: Reasoning

Kevin's PoV:

I look up at Marv, wondering why he, once again, has his gun aimed toward me. I don't even know if I should be scared, anymore, because Marv had every opportunity to kill me, and yet, he hasn't…

"Marv…" I'm trying not to have fear in my voice. I'm mostly just annoyed that he's trying to scare me again.

"Kid, don't worry, I'm not going to shoot you," I contort my face, with confusion. "I just want to show you something, is all." Marv crouches down, so that I don't have to look up at him, anymore.

"What? A bullet wound through my body?" I try to be sarcastic, even though I'm tired and not really feeling it.

"No. Ha ha," Marv fake laughs. "Though, that does remind me of something Harry would say…"

"What?" I ask, curiously and confused.

"Oh, something about spitting out gum through your forehead…" I look at Marv, feeling horribly confused about how gum and gunshots are related to each other. Marv realizes what he said, because he quickly moves on, shaking his head, "Anyway, I just wanted to show you how to use this,"

"Wait, what?" I'm baffled at the fact that Marv wants to show me, a nine-year-old, how to use a gun. That could definitely backfire for both of us…

"Sure. After all, I see it as Father-son bonding time,"

I narrow my eyes at him, before saying, "You do realize that that could get either one of us killed, right?" As much as it could be useful to know how to use a gun, for self-defense purposes, I really don't trust myself not to shoot anyone, especially myself, accidentally.

"Uh…" Marv slightly lowers the gun, thinking through what I said. Who knew a nine-year-old could be smarter than a thirty-something-year-old? Then again, I guess me, as an eight-year-old, was smarter than the both of them last year. "You're right. What was I thinking?" Marv looks over his shoulder, thinking of what he should say next. He looks at me again and says, "Here, I thought we could have a moment together, since we've never had that before. Though, my stupid brain didn't even think about the obvious…" Marv lowers his head. I look at him, still feeling confusion; mostly, because I swear he's crying.

"Marv?" My suspicions are true, because I know for a fact, he's crying. "Are you OK? What's wrong?"

"It's just that…" Marv looks up at me again, wiping the tears from under his eyes. "I've never had a son before… I've never had my own son, you, before. So, I don't really know what to do here… You're my actual child, and I don't know what to do with you,"

"Well, first off," I start. "I'd rather you didn't handcuff me to the bed or take me away to a secluded area, with a gun pointed to my head again." Marv looks up at me, almost mesmerized by the words he's hearing from his nine-year-old son's mouth. He knows it's true. He knows I'm smarter than him. I proved that last year.

"I know… I'm sorry, I was just scared, is all. I'm still scared, because I don't know what to do," Marv lowers his head again.

"You could take me back to…"

"No!" Marv interrupts me, raising his head. "You're not going back to Chicago. Your Mother's had you all this time. It's my turn now,"

"Marv, you could've talked to my Mom about this. You didn't have to resort to abducting!"

"Oh, that'd go real well, kid…" Marv rolls his eyes. "Your Mother knows I've been in jail. There's no way in Hell she'd let me have you,"

"Yeah, and I don't blame her!" I stand up from the ground, feeling angry again, all of a sudden. Though, my arm is grabbed on to, and I'm pulled back. "Hey!" I shout.

"You're not running away, Kevin," Marv speaks to me, firmly. It causes fear to spike in me again. I told him not to hurt me, but he's an abductor… That's what abductors do!

"Why not? You certainly have no right to take me against my will,"

"No, but I certainly have the right to be your Father, kid," Marv, clutching my arm in one hand, and his gun in the other, pulls me toward the house. "Come on, we're going inside. You're getting used to this place, whether you like it or not."

I try digging my feet into the dirt, but it presents no use. Marv is stronger than me, so he's able to pull me along, as if I weigh nothing. Not having the will to fight, anymore, I give up. I know it's not a good idea to allow Marv to pull me inside the house… After all, I'm a small child, and he's an older man. He could've been faking those tears to get to me.

My constant trying to get away from Marv and level with him seems so repetitive, and with no result… I just don't know what to do, anymore. Maybe I should just give in to being his son? Yes, I think that's what I'll do. Maybe then, he'll trust me…

To be Continued…

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A/N: Thanks again, everyone! My apologies if there are any plot holes or anything like that, but I was really pushing myself last night to finally write something (yes, I'm posting this the next day), and didn't really bother looking at my previous chapters. I'm doing my best, with the current situation! :) Though, that's enough about me… How are you all doing right now? I hope the virus hasn't affected any of you terribly, besides having to stay home all the time (unless you're an essential worker). I know times are tough and weird right now, and mental illness is probably higher than it's been in a long time. I hope to hear from you guys, and know how you're doing! We're going to get through this. We just all have to cooperate. :) Believe me, I want my life back, too! I wish I knew what else to say, especially about this situation, but please tell me what you think will happen in the story. Otherwise, take care, you guys! Stay healthy. Stay safe. Don't go out, unless necessary! :)

- Majora's Mask Freak184