Biscuits, Reds, and Glasses

Trigger Warnings:

FlUfF

PTSD

Implied/Referenced Sexual assault

Implied/Referenced Abuse

Enjoy!

Three days passed all too quickly in Killua's opinion, and anxiety only gripped his insides at the prospect that Gon hadn't woken yet.

The nurse said based off all his internal injuries, it wasn't that surprising.

He tried to use that as a comfort, but it only cycled back to him worrying about how hurt Gon was.

His own injuries were healing well, which he didn't get to admit honestly very often.

Stitches were doing their jobs and his skin was putting itself together. His body now ached with a vengeance but it was better than the constant sting. Although the sharp pain was brought back if he stretched too much or twisted wrong.

But over all, he was doing alright.

It was 13:00 now, and his foster mother was apparently coming in a half hour or sooner, according to the nurse and doctors.

He was wringing the thin white hospital sheets in his hands as he worried his lip.

Going back to a home meant getting hurt again. It always meant that. Sure he'd have Gon, but Gon wouldn't be released for another week regardless of his awakening.

Killua was told that glass punctured his right eye, and it hemorrhaged, bleeding badly. That combined with his already weak eye sight, his right eye was blind.

Evidently it had healed outwardly, but the blue eye would be glazed over and unseeing when the bandages were finally off for good.

Another fantastic bit of new information for Killua; surely they'd use that to their advantage to scare the living daylights out of him.

After all, everything on his right was now a black void.

He stared out the window while he waited and worried, and it felt like hours had gone by when the door to their room finally opened fifteen minutes later.

He turned his head sharply to find a petite blonde woman and the nurse walking in.

"Mister Killua, this is Biscuit Kruger. She's your guardian from here on out," the nurse announced with a proud kind of smile, "You are officially discharged!"

From the tone of her voice, she'd expected some sort of happy reaction. But it was only a matter of time till Killua was left inside somewhere again to keep him from burning to death.

All he could manage was a nod.

The nurse patted Biscuit and took her leave.

The small woman smiled at him.

"I'm Biscuit, Biscuit Kruger," she introduced, "But you and your friend can call me Bisky."

Killua nodded again.

Bisky's face never faltered.

"Do you need a wheelchair or do you think you can make it to the first floor on your own?"

Killua hesitated. He didn't know what she wanted, but he figured making himself less trouble was the best bet.

He stood up slowly. "I'm good."

Bisky smirked. "Alright then, we can go whenever you're ready."

Killua started walking forward and she followed him out of the room, taking lead as soon as they entered the maze of hallways.

Getting downstairs wasn't as painful as Killua had imagined it being, but it still wasn't great.

He was slow, his sore legs and core not wanting to move. But he was used to it, so he managed.

He was glad she was in front and not watching him from behind, small mercies, he supposed.

They finally made it out the front door and to the parking lot, where she led him to a cream coloured car.

"You can sit in the front if you want," she mentioned off handedly as she opened the door on the driver's side for herself.

He went over to the left of the car and cautiously got in, eyeing Bisky to see if she'd changed her mind last second.

When she said nothing, he closed the door, buckled in, and waited.

She revved up the car and then pulled out.

It was awkward and quiet for the first bit, but after a few minutes that ended as Bisky created a flow of chatter as she explained and said various things to him.

No questions though, he was grateful for that.

People who asked questions first got rid of him first, immediately thinking his past will make him a handful.

And of course, they were right. But it still hurt.

"You and Gon will be sharing a room- I hope that's alright- and the other two will probably be curious but I'll try and make sure they leave you be."

"You'll be here by yourself for the first week right? Well if you want to visit the hospital just let me know, I'll tell you as soon as I get a call that Gon's up. Oh and for dinner we're having spaghetti…"

Her white noise somehow made Killua a little more at ease, knowing more things about than she did him, her not expecting him to talk.

It was…. New. But it wasn't all that bad.

He didn't expect it to last though. The façade always comes loose quickly, and for the first week, he was alone.

Selfish though it was, he hoped he didn't have to face the brutality without Gon.

It was easier with someone to protect.

They drived through one of those gated neighbourhoods, which only heighted Killua's sense of being trapped.

She scanned a card and they entered.

She took many twisted roads and Killua found this to be one of those fancy neighbourhoods where most of the neighbourhood houses were built by the people who owned them.

She eventually parked in the driveway of a modestly large house. It was beige and white, with accents of brown.

It looked nice, in Killua's opinion.

"Alright, this is it," Bisky announced, turning off the car, "You and Gon's stuff is already inside. They said you two had your items documented and so they got what was listed."

Killua nodded. He and Gon had written down their belongings awhile back, so it made sense.

He just hoped they got everything.

The driveway was made up of tan and blond stepping stones fitted together in concrete.

The entrance was two steps like the driveway going up to a small square platform, all the same stone.

It had a white awning with thin decorative pillars lined up with the platform.

The front door was solid white.

They went up the steps and Bisky took out a key, opening the heavy door with a click.

Upon entry was a large open room, to left the living room was set up while the right had two doors in the wall and was an open walkway.

There was a TV on a large black television cabinet. Around it were three couches, one navy blue and two light grey.

The carpet was beige, the walls were white.

He was noticing a theme.

Against the wall on the left there was a stairway, and looking up you could see unto the upstairs.

The wall broke off at the stair entrance and opened into what he guessed was the kitchen and dining area.

It was.. Roomy.

After analyzing his surroundings, he noticed the actual people living here

A tall guy with black hair and weird glasses was on the blue couch in a white button down with a loose tie and black slacks.

He was watching some cartoons on TV, which Killua chose to ignore.

Next to the tall guy was a kid with blonde hair to their shoulders, blue shirt lined with yellow and matching pants.

He was curled up while reading a book, supposedly oblivious to the world.

Killua decided they were both weird.

Bisky huffed next to him as she hung up her keys.

"Boys you could at least pretend to acknowledge the fact that I'm," She announced with puffed cheeks.

Killua didn't know how old this woman was, but she looked incredibly young, whatever her age.

"Ah!" The one with glasses yelped, shutting off the show, "Hi Mum."

Next to him the blond looked up and tched, playfully punching the others shoulder.

"Don't be so loud, moron."

Glasses sheepishly rubbed his neck before they both stood up and walked over.

"Killua, this is Leorio and Kurapika," Bisky said, gesturing to each accordingly, "Boys, this is Killua. No rough housing, he's still healing up from the hospital. The other, Gon, will be here in a week or so."

Kurapika looked Killua up and down before dulling stating, "You're really banged up."

Killua ducked his head. "Uh…. Yeah."

Leorio whistled. "You fall down a hill or something?"

Kurapika shot him a look that read "do you even know how absurd what you just said was".

Killua shuffled awkwardly, muttering, "Something like that…"

Kurapika arched a brow, then shrugged.

"So, you're fostered too right? We were too until Mum adopted us," Leorio said, Bisky rolling her eyes but nodding.

Kurapika nodded, "Yeah, we met at our first house. Known each other since we were kids. Leorio was practically raised there. We got transferred here because our foster mother got on rough times and could not support foster kids anymore."

Leorio shook his head wisely, as if it was some major event. "Too bad too. She was great. But mums great too," He said with a flashing smile to Bisky, "But yeah we've been through two homes."

Kurapika turned to Killua fully, "How many have you been to before here?"

Killua did not like that question.

At all.

He looked up at them and found even Bisky looking with mild curiosity and concern.

Killua let out a small breath, they'd find out eventually. Might as well.

"Twelve."

All eyes widened.

"Like, twelve parents or?"

Killua shot them a look. "No. Twelve homes. This makes thirteen. I… I didn't stay in places very long…."

It was silent a minute before Kurapika carefully asked, "Why didn't you stay long?"

Killua blanked his expression, putting his fingers up in front of himself to count.

"The first three were with younger kids, they were scared of me so they kept taking me out."

He put down three fingers.

"Next four had older kids than me, and thought I was to much trouble. So they got rid of me too."

Four more fingers down.

"The next one…" he paused, hands shaking slightly as he remembered, "They…. I was removed."

Another finger, and a sigh.

"Next two had to stop fostering for personal reasons."

Two more.

"Then the two after that just didn't like me."

He said that one with a bit of spite, putting his hands down all together.

"I was removed from the last four. This is thirteen."

An awkward silence took over them as the two boys and Bisky contemplated what he'd said.

Kurapika's brow crinkled in confusion.

"The first one you were removed from, it's in a weird spot. Why did you get-"

"OKAY!" Bisky clapped her hands loudly, scaring Killua as he flinched slightly away from her.

"That's enough questioning boys. He just got here," she turned to Killua and pointed to the farthest white door on the right, "That's you and Gon's room, why don't you go get settled?"

Killua nodded and shuffled hurriedly over to the door, quickly closing it behind him.

Bisky sighed as she shooed her sons off. She would have to tell them, eventually, to avoid triggering the two.

She'd wait till after dinner, she'd already read Gon's file but was only one third through Killua's. There were multiple files for the kid, and none of it was remotely good.

She signed, rubbing a hand through her bangs, making her way to the kitchen to cook dinner.

When Killua entered his and Gon's supposed new room, he was surprised. To say the very least.

The to was a decent size. To his left was a bunk bed, and he immediately knew he'd save the top for Gon.

The bunk was in the middle of the wall and so behind it was a sort of reading nook, there was a shelf under the bright window on the back wall and two blue bean bag chairs next to it.

On the right wall was a drawer system and a television on top. The remote rested neatly next to it.

After that if he turned (a normal person could simply use peripheral, but there were new conditions for Killua) there was an indent you could walk in, and turn to find a small closet like space. No door, really just rod and some coat hangers in a small space in the wall.

Good storage though.

It baffled Killua that there was even a bunk bed in the room. Their last house had one bed for them both, and the foster parents used the rest of their room like storage.

He didn't dare touch any of it. Bit until he was sure he was actually allowed to. He'd learned early on that just because it's in your "room", doesn't mean it's yours. Or even allowed to be touched, or looked through.

So he walked over to the back of the room where spotted his and Gon's bags, and went through those.

He checked his own stuff, and was relieved to find the small wooden hair clip his sister had given him. It had a black smiley on it.

He used to wear it around when he was lonely (before Gon) but he quit after it got him thrown out of a house for "being like a girl".

He didn't care, but he didn't want it to happen again. His agents had enough trouble already.

However, he was alone right now. So he clipped a small part of his bangs behind his ear and left it there.

Then, he checked Gon's things. They each knew what each other had. And he wasn't snooping, no, he was looking for something he knew might break Gon if it was missing.

He went through the small suitcase and at the bottom found the object, a sigh of relief escaping his lips as the worry edging his brain slipped away.

The object was a small orange and green bear that his Aunt had made for him.

Gon's aunt had died saving him in a house fire, and the only thing he got out was the small bear in his hands.

Killua put the bear on the top bunk, wincing a little as stretching pulled his stitches.

He knew Gon would want to know where it was as soon as possible, and Killua was going to make sure he could tell him.

After that, he cleaned up the bags and put everything back neatly.

Next came checking the room.

The first thing he did was unlock the window and check for a screen.

There was no screen, although if there had been he would have removed it, and he slid it closed once more, leaving it unlocked.

Unlike the last house, this was the first floor. So getting out was an actual possibility if push came to shove.

That window would stay unlocked if Killua had to fight for it.

They'd learned long ago that what goes on inside of houses is easily more dangerous than the outside if you can't escape.

Next he checked the door, and thanked the lucky stars it had a click lock.

Which meant keys did nothing. If the door was locked, you couldn't get in without breaking it.

But they could get out via the window.

Killua immediately locked the door.

After that he searched around for hiding spots for the worst case scenario.

Closet, under the bed, under the bean bags, behind the shelf if they did it right.

Not a lot, and not very good.

Killua frowned and worried his lip between his teeth as he looked around.

Not enough space not enough space not enough space-

If they needed to hide, there wouldn't be much of an option.

He hoped Gon would find something when he got here.

He looked at the digital clock resting next to the TV on the left of the drawer system.

16:30. He estimated about an hour or

So till dinner.

He didn't want to be late, and he didn't want to get Bisky upset because he came late.

So he planned to come out in 10 minutes.

He walked over to his pack, and pulled out a long bit of white string.

He plopped himself on the centre of the floor, leaning against the bunk, and began winding the string slack around his fingers.

Once he had it right, he moved the string to create different patterns.

Cat's Cradle was a good pass time for someone like him because it kept him quiet, out of the way, and the string was easy to shove in a pocket.

He also genuinely liked the complexity of the game, not that it mattered much nowadays. Any distraction was a good one.

He played until he looked up and saw it was almost 17:00.

His sisters clip out of his hair and place it next to the television remote, not wanting to get caught with it on and hoping he didn't get in trouble for leaving it there.

He pocketed the string and walked over to the door.

He unlocked it timidly and peeked outside. No one was in the living room but he could hear Bisky moving around in the kitchen.

He slipped out, leaving the door behind him slightly ajar, and walked across the living room and through the open arch into the kitchen area.

The floor was a warm grey tiling, to his left, a large dining space with a big wood table and some chairs.

To the left, an open kitchen with a bar counter and marbled quartz countertops.

He could just see Bisky over the counter from where he was.

He walked over and pulled out a stool, sitting awkwardly as Bisky moved around.

When she finally noticed him, her eyes widened a touch and then she went back to cooking, a smile on her lips.

"Killua," she greeted warmly.

Killua hummed acknowledgment.

"Was your room alright or do we need to change something?

Killua turned his head away slightly.

"It was fine."

Bisky nodded.

A couple more seconds of silence led to Bisky wondering why he wasn't here, and maybe giving him something to do.

"The boys are upstairs if you want to see what they're up to? I'll call you all down when dinner is ready," She suggested.

"Alright," Killua responded, getting up and putting the stool back as she headed upstairs.

Bisky frowned, that wasn't exactly the reaction she had been looking for.

She'd have to start phrasing things differently with them…

Killua made his way upstairs, which was carpeted in the same blonde the downstairs had been.

Once he reached the top, he found the whole upstairs to be the same.

It did not take long to locate the siblings. All he had to do was look right, and the open door revealed a room with mute dark blue walls and the two of them playing cards, Leorio in a chair and Kurapika on the bed as they played over the brown desk on the back wall.

He sighed quietly and slowly approached, knocking on the dark wooden door frame when he got there.

In all honesty, he'd rather be downstairs. But Bisky sounded like she had already made up her mind of him coming up here and he didn't want to fight her. Or anyone really, ever again.

The two boys turned their heads to him and Leorio waved cheerily.

"Heyo Killua," he said.

Kurapika patted the spaces on the bed next to him, and gestured Killua over.

Killua entered and sat on the blue and yellow sheets.

This guy must really like these two colours, Killua thought as he looked around, seeing the colours almost everywhere.

"You wanna play?" Kurapika asked as they reshuffled the cards for a new match.

Killua looked between Kurapika and the cards, unsure of what to say.

"You don't have to," Kurapika added at Killua's apparently obvious conundrum.

"Ah…. I'm okay…" He decided awkwardly, turning slightly to keep from meeting Kurapika's eyes.

"Alright then," he said and dealer Leorio the rest of his cards.

They continued playing but kept conversation with Killua. He wasn't sure how they were managing that but he didn't question it either.

"So, you from around here originally?," Leorio asked, pulling a card from Kurapika's hand.

"Uh, not sure… I move around a lot. Don't really know where I'm 'from'," Killua said, watching as kurapika took two cards from Leorio, making the elder frown.

"Same here," Leorio agreed, looking harshly at his hand, "Kinda hard to know where you're from when you don't remember."

He smirked at the end and placed three cards in front of himself.

Kurapika frowned.

"You don't remember. You've been in the system foreverrr," Kurapika announcer, drawing two more cards.

Kurapika looked over to Killua, a serious glint in his eye, "I hate spiders."

Killua arched a brow, confused as to how this was relevant.

"O...Kay?" He said, looking to Leorio for a hint.

Leorio shook his head dramatically, clicking his tongue.

"Ya can't just leave him on 'I hate Spiders' Pika! You are not even afraid of them-"

Kurapika glared. "They should be afraid of me."

Leorio cracked a smile and then burst into laughter. "Yeah, you got that right. Kurapika, the spider murderer. You could start a career."

Kurapika rolled his eyes and turned to Killua.

"My family was killed when I was seven," he said as casually as if it were the forecast.

Killua was curious, and his eyes widened a touch.

Kurapika continued with a disgruntled sigh.

"Somehow, a poisonous spider got into my family's place, and we were having a reunion. What luck."

"It bred quickly and by the end of it I was only one not deathly I'll, by the time I figured out it was the spider, it was too late…"

Kurapika grit his teeth as he fisted his hand.

Killua starred before looking away, "Sorry.."

He looked up when he heard the blond giggle, and found him waving it off.

"It's fine, I had therapy and I got mum and Leorio now," He elbowed Leorio softly.

"So how about you?"

Killua turned sharply to the curious eyes of Leorio.

"What?" He asked, hoping he did but hear right.

"What about you," he repeated, pushing his glasses further up on his nose, "How'd you get into the system?"

Killua looked down at his hands and worried his lips. He didn't want to but it was a direct question…

"I was...my family weren't the greatest people," he answered vaguely, putting a hand on the back of his neck.

He could already feel the anxiety bubbling in him.

"Ohhh so like criminals or something?" Leorio asked.

Killua shrugged. "Something like that."

Kurapika suddenly clapped his hands together with a light of remembrance on his face as he gasped slightly, causing Killua to jump backwards on the bed into a defensive position.

"The house!" He recalled turning to Killua as the albino righted himself.

"H-house?" He stuttered out, more on edge than before.

Kurapika nodded.

"Before, when mum told you to settle in. Remember? The first house you were removed from. What happened?"

Killua clenched his jaw, his entire body tensed. They remembered.

He swallowed thickly, examining their looks. They were both looking at him in curiosity, Leorio even had his head tilted slightly to the side.

He didn't have a choice.

"I.. It was a boys home, a-and there were four of us. They guy was thirty something…"

He glanced nervously at Kurapika. His expression only looked more interested.

"He- at some pointed he'd give one of us something sweet for the night… not too often but.. He gave me chocolate once."

Now they looked confused. The anxiety was gnawing at him, the events playing out in his mind. Killua could feel his breath wanting to quicken as he remembered the sickening events of that home.

"He said he had to ask me something and sent the others to sleep."

He had tears in his eyes now, but he wouldn't let them fall. The siblings looked concerned now, but it was too late.

Killua was shutting down. What spark his eyes had before was lost and he was duly looking ahead.

His voice was quiet now. "The door closed. He told me to sit on the bed. So I did and… I was trapped and he didn't stop and no one came."

"Killua-" Leorio tried to comfort him as Kurapika starred in blank horror.

Leorio placed a hand on his shoulder and Killua gasped and stood up fast, tripping over himself and falling against the wall next to the door, arms in front of himself.

Kurapika snapped out of his horror and hurried over, Leorio close behind.

"Killua!?"

Killua went slack as Kurapika put a hand on his knee and shook gently, Leorio towering behind him.

He winced but did not move, staring with empty eyes ahead.

Trapped trapped trapped just wait they'll leave they'll get bored it'll stop-

Kurapika's eyes were wide with concern.

"Killua can you hear me? Are you okay?" He asked

Killua nodded.

He turned to Leorio. "Quick go get Bisky," He said sternly, turning back to Killua.

"But-" Leorio started.

"Go!" Kurapika said strictly and pointed to the door.

Leorio nodded and ran off downstairs.

"Killua can you name five things in this room for me?" Kurapika asked steadily.

Murky blue eyes lifted and looked around.

"Fan, wall, bed, desk, you."

Kurapika nodded but was now even more worried because that hadn't changed anything. That was what he'd do to get out of blind rage but he didn't know what to do for this.

"Right," he continued, "Do you know who I am?"

Killua looked up at him and deadpanned, "You're Kurapika. It's okay."

Fear flashed across the blonde's face.

He reached out to grab Killua's hand but was stopped by Bisky.

"Don't touch him," she hissed in a whisper shout, appearing in the doorway.

Kurapika startled and looked up at the short women with a look of rage and concern in her bright brown eyes.

"Is he oka-" Leorio started but Bisky snapped and turned to him, pressing a finger to her lips.

Apparently silence was a necessity right now.

Kurapika backed up and Bisky took his spot.

Her eyes held a gentle look when getting next to Killua. Then she frowned.

"Stay right here and don't do anything. I'll be back in a second," she affronted and hurried out of the room.

Leorio and Kurapika shared a look, and not even twenty seconds later the short woman was back.

She kneeled back down next to Killua.

"Killua can I please see your hand?" She asked quietly and gently.

Killua wordlessly raised his hand, palm up and flat.

Bisky lifted her own hand and carefully placed a wooden button-like object in his hand, then softly curled his fingers around it.

As soon as she let go a spark of recognition entered Killua's eyes and he looked down, opening his hand to see the object.

Bisky stood up and silently ushered her other two boys out of the room, leaving the door open and not saying a word till they were in the dining room downstairs.

When the two of them had taken a seat and Bisky was pacing the floor with a finger to her temple they knew they'd somehow screwed up.

"What did I SAY about the QUESTIONS!?" She raged, looking at them with hands on her hips.

"Uh… to not to?" Leorio replied helpfully.

"TO NOT TO!" She half yelled, before looking up at the ceiling with a worried glance.

She took a deep breath and walked over, sitting at the head of the table.

"Okay, listen, I guess this partially my fault but thought maybe you blue could keep him out of trouble for at least the first day," she said hotly.

They both shrugged sheepishly, still confused.

Bisky rubbed her temples and groaned.

"What did you ask him?" She asked wearily.

Kurapika took that one. "What j winter to earlier, about the first house he was…. Removed from…." He trailed off quietly as he remembered what Killua had answers to his question.

Honestly this was all his fault.

Bisky gave him a sharp look.

"You did not consider that maybe I didn't want you to ask him that for a reason?"

Kurapika looked down, now guilty.

Bisky sighed, and put her hands together on the table.

"Alright, suppose I should have this conversation now. Those two didn't have anything like the experience you two had in the system. Honestly, you two were lucky, and those two are probably the exact opposite."

Leorio and Kurapika stared at her in wide eyed confusion.

"How do you mean?" Kurapika asked.

Bisky got a sad look in her eyes and shook her head. "The reason Killua was put into the system in the first place was because his family was abusive to him and his sister, who he got separated from shortly after."

Leorio's mouth opened slightly and Kurapika's expression grew greivous.

"Gon lost his aunt. The reason for their both being in the hospital is because their last house was so bad that's where it landed them." She curled her hand into a fist on the table, "Killua…honestly I can't believe that kid even has a will left in him. His first homes didn't want him just because they were scared of him due to him having albinism. The next couple thought his mental state was too fragile and after that almost everyone was another abusive home. Which is a disgrace considering it happened to him so many times."

Leorio and Kurapika were silent as they listened, too guilty and shocked to comment.

Bisky saw their faces and reached out, taking each of their hands in her own.

"It's not your fault, I should've told you sooner. Besides, anything could have triggered him." She squeezed their hands slightly and her eyes gained a serious gleam, "however, if you do this to Gon I'm not going to go as easy on you. I've read Gon's file. They may be friends but they're still different. Gon won't just shut down. And getting one of them upset will upset the other. Just be careful."

They both nodded, processing the information.

Kurapika looked up curiously.

"You read their files?"

Bisky tilted her head side to side in a 'sort of' manner.

"I've read Gon's. I'm nowhere near done with Killua's."

Kurapika tilted his head thoughtfully, causing Bisky to sighed once more.

"Hold on," she said, standing up and walking over to a filing cabinet on the wall.

She rummaged around for a minute before walking back over with many thick folders.

She set a thin, normal sized folder just to the left of her.

"This one's Gon's."

She placed three 1-inch thick folders on the right.

"These are Killua's."

Leorio gawked. "All of them?"

Bisky nodded briskly. "You don't go through twelve houses and not have reasons. I've only gotten to about his third house."

Kurapika grit their teeth. "So you haven't got to the first one he was taken out of?"

Bisky raised an eyebrow cautiously. "No, why?"

Kurapika lowered their head and told her the just of what the albino told them.

Bisky didn't even realise she'd lifted her hand to her lips with a small gasp.

"My gosh it would've been nice if they told me about that." She snapped out bitterly.

She ran a hand through her bangs and turned her head in time to see a blur of white smudge past her peripheral.

She smiled to herself and turned back to her kids.

"Alright," she stretched, standing up, "He's good now, dinner was just about ready when you got me so I'll just go ahead and put it out and you two can self serve."

Leorio and Kurapika gave her a curious look and glanced at the ceiling, obviously wondering how she knew Killua was alright, but shrugged it off.

Bisky was never wrong.

After that they got spaghetti, saving a plate for Killua and had a casual dinner, keeping their voices a little lower than normal so they didn't scare the new albino of the house.

Hopefully, Gon's arrival would go smoother.

...I would say sorry but this is a vent fic soooooooo just... think about that.

Love em. Don't worry it'll get cute and fluffy later. Of course not without a helping or hurt/comfort and angst. Because uhhh vent fic xD

This one got really long cause I couldn't find a good place to stop, so you basically got like, three chapters in one. Whoo. Have fun with that.

Anywho hope y'all had a good Christmas, Happy New years and see y'all later.

~ Arria (Uh-Rye-Uh :)