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"How's school, hon?" Seiryu asked as she pulled into the driveway. Her shift had ended early and a tall woman with flowing black hair had taken over for Seiryu as she did every Friday.
"It's fine," Deidra lied. The whole week, Mikku had been overly friendly with him and he did not like it one bit. Konan seemed to not notice Deidara much now. The redheaded boy (whose name, Deidara had found out, was Sasori) had taken to bullying him whenever the teacher's back was turned. He was often joined by a violet-eyed boy named Hidan. Twice, the group of fifth-graders Deidara had met on the first day of school had taken his money which was meant for cookies from the cafeteria.
"Have you made any friends?" Seiryu asked, turning off the car and looking over at her son.
"No, not yet..." Deidara admitted sadly. He didn't think Mikku counted. A whole week, he reminded himself. A whole entire week and he had no friends.
"It's alright, Dei. You just need time," Seiryu replied, kissing him on the forehead and getting out of the car. Being a mother, she was skilled at keeping the doubt out of her voice, which she kicked herself mentally for feeling in the first place.
Deidara said nothing. He got out of the car, slamming the door behind him unintentionally.
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Nagato's POV
"Not fit for the job...bullshit," I grumbled, lighting a cigarette as I walked home from yet another unsuccessful job interview.
Every day I felt less and less like a man. Seiryu was the one that did everything: She worked, cooked, cleaned, and cared for the brat. When had I ceased to be the man of the house? She did everything. But was it because she was afraid of me? She locked both her and the brat's doors with two locks each. We had slept in separate bedrooms for almost a year. She was being stupid. She was the only woman in my life- but not my bed. She deserved those beatings, both her and that little faggot she called her son. They should be grateful- I was straightening them out...showing them who's boss!
Flashback
It was snowing outside, the temperature was ten degrees below zero. I was five back then, and beside myself with excitement. I wanted to play with the snow more than anything. It was the first snowfall of winter.
"Nagato-kun, where are you going?" I heard my mother whisper. She had caught me sneaking downstairs, probably on her way to the bathroom. Sure enough, when I turned around, I could see her standing in the dark hallway wearing her favorite baby blue nightgown.
"I wanted a glass of water," I lied.
Her lined face allowed for a warm smile as she saw straight through my lie. "You can play with the snow in the morning."
"Alright," I muttered, as I started to go back into my room.
"Damnit, Suguri!"
Damn. My father, Akitaroh, was awake. He sounded half-asleep...or drunk. I couldn't tell. But I did know which was more dangerous.
Before she could do anything, my father, tall and powerfully-built, burst out of the room and grabbed my mother by the neck. The strong scent of cheap beer and stale tobacco reached my nose. He was drunk. Panic invaded me.
"I'm fucking tryin' to sleep in here!" He roared, shaking her and waking up my older sister, Yuiko.
My mother struggled, gaspong for air. There was a thud as he slammed her into the wall. She came away, blood dripping from her nose and mouth. She cried silently and pulled at my father's hands- they would not budge.
Yuiko was tall and just a bit chubby. Or a "fat pig" as my father preferred to call her. She had shoulder-length dirty-blond hair and navy blue eyes. We looked almost the same. She rushed out of her room, half-asleep, but scared.
She saw what was going on and grabbed my hand. "Run, Nagato-kun," she whispered. "Run, run and I'll be right behind you-"
"You two, don't think you're going anywhere! I'm gonna fix you, I'm showing you all who's boss!" Akitaroh yelled.
"Run!" Yuiko shrieked.
I ran and she followed. She never once let go of my hand. We ran down the stairs and out the door into the freezing cold that we could not feel because we were so afraid. We kept running and I looked back, crying, and my father's words were burned into my mind:
I'm showing you who's boss!
End Flashback
I took a drag and noticed I was almost home.
Of course. My father had it right! He was a smart man, I realized this now. It was time to hand out some punishment of my own. I was showing them who's boss.
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Normal POV
"What do you think, Dei?" Seiryu said, stepping into the kitchen. "Ramen or curry for dinner?"
"It doesn't matter," Deidara said, grabbing two glasses and going into the dining room. "What'll you make for him?"
Seiryu sighed as she opened a cabinet. "I'll make something when he comes home- if he comes home."
The kitchen was a small but nice one, the walls lined with black tile. Everything was black-and-slilver: the refrigerator, the stove, and the microwave. A sink was under seven wine-red cabinets and a phone was on the wall. Nagato had bought all of these things, not out of the goodness of his hear, but because he liked to eat and wanted Seiryu to have everything necessary to have a hot meal ready for him when he got home.
Deidara looked up as the door opened and Nagato stepped in, slamming the door so hard the windows shook. He put his cigarette out on an ashtray that was sitting on the coffee table and proceeded into the kitchen.
Along the way, he saw Deidara, who had returned to setting the table. He grabbed him by the neck and the little blonde gave a frightened gasp, dropping the napkings he was holding. He tried to free himself and he knew his efforts were in vain, but he did not want to die. He was sure he would die. He knew Nagato was all too happy to kill him. Nagato dragged Deidara into the kitchen and threw him into a corner. He turned to Seiryu and grabbed a fistful of her hair.
"What the- Nagato!" she cried in pain.
Deidara collided with the wall, resulting in a dull thud. Pain shot up his arm, but he fought back the oncoming wave of tears. Nagato laughed loudly. It was more like a shrill bark that sent shivers down Deidara's back. He sounded demented...insane.
"Seiryu!" he screamed, laughing. "I'm here to teach you a lesson!"
'I guess he didn't get the job,' Deidara thought absurdly, rubbing his injured arm.
"OW! You're hurting me!" Seiryu shrieked.
"What's wrong, babe? I'm just showing you some- manners!" At the last word, he sank his fist into her stomach and she gave a tiny gasp, her eyes shut tight from the pain. She coughed and sputtered trying to catch her breath.
She spotted Deidara on the floor and seemed to be able to catch her breath instantly. "Dei-kun!"
Deidara sat up. "I'm fine, Mommy..." he muttered.
It was a lie. His left arm and wrist were throbbing painfully. He stumbled to his feet and turned to see Nagato kick Seiryu in the back. Her legs gave way and she fell to the floor, crying.
"Run, Dei!" she screamed, it was all she could say.
Nagato flipped her over on her back and yanked her pants off. She screamed and shook her head wildly as he reached for her underwear. Deidara stood rooted to the spot; he couldn't move, what was he doing to her? What was this?! Nagato's pants were coming off, then his boxers. Deidara cringed- it was scary.
The blonde watched, frozen with fear. He couldn't think, this was scary and he didn't know what to do. He couldn't do anything.
He couldn't help her.
"Stop it!" Deidara yelled at Nagato, wiping tears from his eyes.
Even without stopping, Nagato was able to punch Deidara in the stomach. Deidara fell to the floor and backed away into the corner, gasping and coughing. His tears finally spilled out.
He was so angry, sad, and scared. He could not fight back, Nagato was too big, Too big! He hated hiself- Seiryu was always able to help Deidara and he couldn't even help her in return. Not even once. He was worthless, hopeless, and stupid! A stupid crybaby who could do nothing but cry in a corner, not even strong enough to fight.
Nagato's scream broke through Deidara's thoughts. He looked over at his father, who now slipped his hands under Seiryu's shirt. There was a ripping sound and he tossed her shirt to the floor. He tore off the object (whose name Deidara did not know) she wore on her chest, exposing her breasts. Nagato gave one of them a tight squeeze and Deidara looked at Nagato and thought that was he was doing to Seiryu was disgusting and he promsied himself never to do something like that. Never.
"Ready for round two?" Nagato yelled, his face alive with malice.
Seiryu shook her head and attempted to fight. Nagato swept her up in his arms and he stood up. She screamed.
"Stop! You're hurting her!" Deidara yelled, backing away further and cradling his head in his hands.
Nagato laughed mercilessly and carried her away. Deidara heard him climb up the stairs and soon Seiryu's screams of terror resumed.
"Stop...you're hurting her..." Deidara said softly. His breathing was shallow, his eyes were closed.
Seiryu screamed in pain.
Deidara sobber and yanked at his hair- yellow strands floated down to the floor and settled there. Hot tears streamed down the blonde's face and he bared his teeth, wanting the tears to stop, wanting the pain to stop. It was like his heart was being torn to shreds, ripped open and emptied out. He wanted to cry, to cry and never stop. He wanted to scream until his throat was sore and bled. He wanted to run, to run until his legs gave up and he would have to fall on the ground, exhausted.
"You're hurting her..." Deidara whispered, and more yellow strands floated down and landed gently on the floor.
Nagato screamed and there was a loud thud, then Seiryu screamed.
"Please...stop. You're hurting her..." Deidara said, his voice barely audible.
This chapter made me really sad T.T But it explains some things. By the way, the description of the kitchen was the same as my kitchen, lol. Poor Dei-kun...R&R please, let me know what you think. Thanks!