WELCOME TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD

[Nixon Valent]

She pulled out her phone looking at the time. "We met basically an hour ago. Give or take some." She gave a small laugh her phone screen spammed with messages from her father she didn't even look at and notifications saying you have so many missed calls.


"He's like that a lot of the time. He's overbearing as I said. What ticked him off now is that I left that tea kettle on the stove by mistake and the box of peppermint tea out." She thought for a second. "And that cup. That's three lashes." She laughed like that was normal, even if he wasn't crazed it still seemed considering. "He also brought up I left the garage door by mistake so maybe four who knows."

 

[Fairbanks]

"You act like its so normal, do you like abusive people?" Hisashi somehow smiled while saying that, it wasn't the fact that it was good but it was so stupid. Saiyuri kept talking about it like nothing, which was unexpected. Although, he may have come across a bit rude saying it.


The male gritted his teeth thinking about her. There was just something he couldn't understand about the way she acted but it was so intriguing. "Your dads an asshole." He raised the side of his hand over his mouth and chuckled, with a soft expression.

 

[Nixon Valent]

"My emotional pain is buried so far deep inside of me I don't even know where it went. I don't nesscary like abusive people. Emotionally just don't feel anything towards them. If you want to murder people for no reason? Sure go ahead, I've told my father this and if your abuse desires to kill me do it quickly." She said walking around the store, looking around for the stuff she needed to make dinner. She didn't pay attention to his rudeness or laughter. "Yes very much so. He is that."





She still wouldn't cuss.


"The only reaction to his abuse and others verbal abuse I feel is anger. It's not like I go around pissed off all the time, just if something pisses me off to a point it's hard for me to control myself." She sounded like him a way, without the protecting what she deems hers and didn't sound as bad but in way it sounded the same. Could be just anger issues, she didn't seem like the type to fight back physically more like scream at you.

 

[Fairbanks]

He listened to her closely, comparing it to himself. The fact that she seemed unfazed by the abusive attitude her father gave her saddened him in a few ways. One, it was just awful and the second was how he wished he could have been that way. It was in a terrible way, but she was tougher than he could ever be. Hisashi had given in to things like that long ago...


"You're also a deep thinker from what I can see." He kept a soft smile as he looked around at things in the store, following her.


"But you're tough, I like that." Those words didn't change the fact about how much he already hated the girls father, he could feel the hurt somewhere in her aura. For now, he would just make assumptions about Saiyuri, he was going to get to know her soon after all..

 

[Nixon Valent]

"Thank you, not a compliment I generally get. I'm generally called small, weak, bit- yeah small and weak. Albino too before." She didn't have an issue naming off things that are generally rubbed against her in a mean way.


She roamed around the store eventually finding everything she needed and checked out, her phone ringing again but she just ignored it this time. She had an expression of annoyance. She started heading back to her car slowly. Her phone stopped ringing and then began to ring again. She pulled it out and handed it to him. "Talk to him, smash my phone just shut it up before I go to a gun store and shoot myself in the head." The amount she referenced suicide might have been a bit concerning but it was only when she frustrated and sounded like it was just her joking around.

 

[Fairbanks]

Hisashi took the phone from her hand in an instant, he didn't even have to be asked twice. "I'll meet you in the car." With that, the male walked a few feet away in the parking lot and rested against a pole, hearing the phone ring yet again and looking down at it. Before answering, he looked at Saiyuri from where he was standing and answered the call. There was yelling already, but instead of listening to him go on, a smile came across his face, a small chuckle going through the phone speaker.


"Can I help you?" Hisashi held back some laughter, covering his mouth from the speaker and waiting for a response from him.

 

[Nixon Valent]

When he heard his voice he could easily tell it wasn't his daughter. Saiyuri went into the car turning it on waiting for him to get done talking to her father she didn't care what he said to him.


Her father had a deep voice, he just sounded like a pissy off personal in general. "Who are you and where the fuck is my daughter? Give the phone to my daughter that will help me."

 

[Fairbanks]

Upon the answer, he lost his cool, laughing up a storm with a seriously unstable sounding laugh. "You...you better watch yourself, I don't like the way you've been talking to her." Hisashi covered his mouth and turned away so Saiyuri couldn't see his face from the car.


"But she's alright, don't worry that big head of yours."

 

[Nixon Valent]

The man on the other end didn't know what to think and instead of taking out his rage on the man he had no who it was, he simply hung up. Saiyuri sat in the car looking bored and paying no mind to whatever he was doing, hoping he fucked around with her dad just a bit.

 

[Fairbanks]

There was a click then no sound from the cell phone, making him take it away from his ears and look at the screen. He hung up...





Hisashi frowned, the amused look fading from his face then shrugging and putting his hands in his pocket. Once he got to the car and hopped in, he handed her phone back, holding it in front of her. "Did you grab everything you wanted to in the store?" The male smiled sweetly as if nothing happened, tilting his head ever so slightly.

 

[Nixon Valent]

"Mhm." He didn't bring up her father, so she didn't either. If she didn't have to talk about him she wasn't go to. Not in a million years. She put her car in reverse after putting her phone away starting to drive home. "I'll make pasta for dinner, that's easy enough."


With that said she pulled into the drive way both of the other cars being gone that were there in the garage earlier. She got out of the car grabbing the stuff she bought. "Do you want to wait at your home will I make dinner or wait here?"

 

[Fairbanks]

Hisashi stepped out of the car and looked at her, thinking for a moment. "I'll be back in a few minutes, there's something I've got to take care of at home, then I'm going to come back." He looked almost impatient, like something was bugging him. Before Saiyuri could say anything else, he ran out of the garage with quick speed, darting back to his house a few doors down.


Once the male got inside, he slammed his door and locked it, taking a few moments to try and calm down. Although to no avail, he placed his hands at the side of his head, gripping his hair as if he was in serious agony. They were meant to be, it was real. She talked so much about her family without thinking anything of it, nor did she find anything strange about him. It was like they knew each other for years already, she was his now, only his and Hisashi wasn't going to let her dad get between them or bring her down either.


It had been so long.


So long since he had felt this way about someone, the feeling was joyous, like relief and strangely assuring. Somehow it made him feel more sane than he could ever be. He laughed inside his house, falling back against the front door, losing his balance. The laughter echoed in his empty, dark house. The male stumbled away from the door, walking over a bunch of papers with writing on them. Eventually he made his way to the bedroom to get ready for the dinner. A hoodie wouldn't do for this simply joyous night.


Hisashi practically forgot about his other personality at this point.

 

[Nixon Valent]

She went into the house letting him go, whatever he needed to do. He had plenty of time she carried the stuff in starting to cook dinner thinking no one was home.


It took a few minutes but her father came downstairs, no one being there he didn't give a shit. He was pissed. He went into the kitchen behind her yanking her by her hair. "Just what in the fuck was that?" He asked his voice was harsh and deep.


No answer.


He let go of her and slapped her so hard she fell down onto the floor. That was probably going to bruise. "DO NOT DO WHAT YOU DID AGAIN. WHO IN THE HELL WAS THAT?" He yelled loudly at her, she didn't look up at him she only shook slightly in fear. He gave her a moment but when she didn't answer he kicked her in his stomach as hard as he could it making her whine in pain.


He smirked finally get a rise out of her, kicking her in the same spot just as hard making her cry out in pain. He didn't know anyone was coming over for dinner so he didn't care how badly she got hurt. He turned around leaving her there, going back upstairs. Before he did he took her car keys out of her pocket. "You won't be needing these for a while princess. Bring me a plate when dinner is done." He said as he went upstairs.


She struggled to stand up, shaking in pain and a bit of anger. She couldn't fight back she knew she couldn't. He was so much bigger than her. She slowly but surely made it to where she was standing struggling to continue to make dinner but she kept with it, a bright hand print on her cheek. If he was there to look at her it was easy to tell she was in pain, a lot of it. She knew if she didn't make dinner he would just get pissed.

 

[Fairbanks]

Slipping off his hoodie, the male scanned for some other clothing in his closet, landing his eyes on a black jacket with gold buttons. Ripping it off the hanger fell to the ground after spinning around a few times. He ran to the washroom and placed it on over his red t-shirt with a smile on his face, trying to fix his messy hair. The dark circles under his eyes were very visible with the shitty bathroom lighting, you could almost see the no sleep on his face.


Hisashi turned off the light and left back towards the living room and up to the curtains covering the front window. He peeked through looking at the street just to run to the door and open it, leaving back to Saiyuris house.


He walked the few houses separating the two and knocked on the door, rocking back and forth on his heels, giving off an almost completely different demeanor now.

 

[Nixon Valent]

She heard the knock on the door and luckily her father didn't. She paused for a moment taking a deep breathe in but it didn't help with her pain, emotionally she was fine. It was just pain coming from her stomach that she was having trouble keeping down, she just couldn't. She slowly left the kitchen and opened the front door. Every moved she made killed her a bit inside she wanted to lay down and cry.


She stared at him, her eyes were watering slightly with pain and still had the hand print on her face. "You could've just came i-in.." She found it hard to talk, she was pale. She stared at him but didn't make eye contact, she couldn't bring her self to for some reason. There was no way in a hell just a good slap across the face could make act in so much pain, he was smart enough to know that much.

 

[Fairbanks]

Hisashi's eyes widened at her, there was something wrong, a big red mark on her cheek and that snarky attitude was gone. He walked in and closed the door behind him, grabbing her upper arms on both sides, slowly walking in and pushing her backwards in the process.


The male shook her gently, looking straight into her eyes with an extremely angry look. "He did this to you, didn't he?!" Raising his voice a bit, his expression went terrible. The two fell back onto the floor, he kneeled over her, slightly pressing against her body. He raised a hand to her face to touch her bruise but stopped just milimetres away from her skin to glance in her eyes.


"Doesn't he know not to touch what isn't his?!"

 

[Nixon Valent]

When he pushed her back and shook her slightly she keep her pain to herself but when she fell she couldn't, she shut her eyes tightly as a wave pain shot through her tiny body crying out in pain. It took her a moment to calm down and to answer him, not knowing what he meant by 'his'


"W-What..? Yes he did.." She trailed off, her voice was quiet and stared back at him. She answered staring back up him she didn't even care he was so close or about to touch her face. She didn't give a fuck about the slap. It was the kicks to her stomach that did her in.


Her eyes widened, pushing his hand away and turned her head to the side either vomiting up blood, it being alarming. It staining her snow white hair a bit. She wasn't quick enough to let go his hand after pushing it away and instead ending up squeezing it with her hands. When the blood that had filled her stomach was out she still didn't feel better she didn't let go of his hand either.


Her breathing was loud and hitched every once once in a while, shaking slightly holding onto his hand tightly. In all honesty she felt so confused but didn't know why it was probably shock and panic. She didn't fight the fact that he was so close to her being comforted by it in a weird way. If she was going to dye here on the floor which she felt like it she was, it wouldn't be in some house with her father by themselves. She didn't turn her head but she moved her eyes to stare back at him her eyes full of fear and panic, begging for him to help her. She hated the taste of blood in her mouth but had no way of removing it. Her fathers kicking was far too hard for someone of her size, anyone in honesty.

 

[Fairbanks]

His hand traced downwards to her abdomen since it was obvious where the pain was coming from. The anger turned to panic, well more of a mixture of the two when he took her hand off his and picked her up bridal style. It was quite easy, her being so small and all. Hisashi could hear her dad upstairs, him yelling must have stirred some movement from him. Before he could get downstairs, he opened the front door and ran out holding her. His hands frantically looked for keys on her body somewhere, then realized they weren't anywhere to be seen.


"Hold on, I'm going to set you down for a moment." Hisashi placed her down on the ground and searched the garage for something. His gaze settled on a rug near the corner, he grabbed it and wrapped it around his arm and elbow, smashing the car window. It stung a whole lot and was definitely going to leave a mark.


He unlocked the door, holding his arm, still wincing from the pain. Saiyuri was still on the ground so he ran over to her and scooped her up, placing her in the passenger seat. Hisashi didn't know how to drive, so this was going to be quite the event.


Hopping into the drivers seat, he jacked open the part under the ignition and between the radio to fumble with the wires. He sweared to himself while doing so then finally getting the right ones and listening to the car start up. His hand hovered around, thinking about what to do before finally putting it in reverse and backing out with jerky movements.


They'd just have to hope he wouldn't kill them both trying to drive. At least he knew how to hotwire a car, I guess?


"Have I ever mentioned I failed all my driving tests?" He attempted to crack a joke in a time like this, in fact, he never tried to joke around.

 

[Nixon Valent]

"G-God.. It would've been easier getting my c-car keys from father.. In all honesty he w-would've gave them to you or beat the shit o-out of you." Her head resting against the cars window, she just let him do it not questioning where he learned how to hot wire a car. How he knew how to drive but he could have done that. She shifted weight around trying to find a way to help her pain simply couldn't.


"I-I'd offer to drive but y'know.." Her voice was quiet, her eyes staring at him assuming they were going to the hospital. She moved one of her hands so it was resting on he stomach a shitty attempt in ending her suffering. What luck did she have today. She was quiet for a moment before crying out in pain, gripping her midsection. She didn't have the highest pain tolerance but honestly when you're bleeding internally and stressed out like she was it was probably a decent amount of her trying to hide her pain. "Please don't kill us both.." She said after she forced her pain back feeling the need to vomit again but pushed that down too.

 

[Fairbanks]

The male just scoffed and looked over at her with a half hearted look, he was too angry and focused on not losing something he just claimed his. "Just stay quiet, I'll get you to a hospital in no time." The car got faster all of a sudden once he pushed the shift a certain way, it startled him making Hisashi jump. His eyes looked down at the shift in surprise and just hoped the next few lights would be green, not to mention any cops around. They went a few minutes at the high speed before he ripped it a different way, resulting in the car being stalled. They stopped in the middle of the road, Hisashi slammed his head against the wheel and looked over to Saiyuri frantically, cursing to himself again.


"Wait, wait! I'm going to get you to a hospital, I can do this!" Yelling to himself, anyone would be able to tell he was in a panic, an angry panic because it seemed as though he was going to kill someone.

 

[Nixon Valent]

She frowned at his concern, anger, whatever he was feeling. She didn't like the feeling he gave off.


She let out a quiet groan of annoyance as the car was droven shittly. "You picked the shittest fucking car to steal." She cursed under her breath. "Least to greatest on the thingy is what gear and s-speed.. Five or six is whatesver is fastest. For the sake of not killing us please don't go over 3.." It was easy to tell she was struggling to talk and explain it. "The clutch needs to be down to switch down a gear for the car not too w-weird as shit. If you really can't drive I will. I-I'd rather drive than be jerked around like this." There was her bitchy attitude again, she was in so much pain it pissed off her, his shitty driving didn't help. Her abdomen looking a tad bit swollen because internal bleeding.

 

[Fairbanks]

He scowled at her while she struggled to speak, he certainly didn't like being told what to do. "'Kay." Hisashi grabbed the clutch and pushed it again, the car starting to move again. A look of victory came over him as it did.


About a minute of silence passed, just Saiyuri groaning in pain and he reached over to grab her hand, shaking it back and forth a bit. He wasn't looking at her but you could feel the softness in his voice. "You'll be okay."


They pulled into the emergency of the hospital with a rough stop, somehow they made it without dying. Him having knowledge on how to hotwire a car and at least knowing how to steer a car helped. Jumping out of the drivers seat, he went and grabbed the female, holding her as careful as he could. The car was parked on the curb near the entrance, nice going...


Inside the nurses took over right away, grabbing her out of his hands and leaving him waiting in the lobby, looking really worried.

 

[Nixon Valent]

With her being gone, her issue being so urget the nurses or doctors didn't care if they got info on the girl or not. They just focused on helping her, if she was 18 didn't matter. They just assumed her parents would argree to whatever they needed to do to save her.


They gave her medicine to put her to sleep, well painkillers and that was enough. When she woke up it was a while later, a lot later like 2 days later to be excat. She opened her eyes slowly, struggling to adjust to the light looking around to see if anyone was in the room with her.

 

[Fairbanks]

Once the nurses told him that there wasn't much else he could do, he walked back out of the hospital with anger coursing through him. There was something urgent he had to take care of, if he didn't, he wouldn't feel better. Glancing at the poorly parked car, he shrugged and walked away from it, pulling out his wallet to check if he still had his bus pass on him, then walking to the nearest place to catch one. It wasn't his car, nor Saiyuri's so he could care less what happened to it.


Once he got home, it was dark, the streetlights were on and illuminating just enough down the residential street. The light in front of his house flickered on and off unlike the other that lined the street. He sauntered inside, it was completely pitch black in there but Hisashi knew where he was going, soft footsteps and crumpled paper's being kicked around was all that could be hear as he made his way to the basement. A click filled the silence, followed by fluorescent lights turning on to softly hum through the empty air. It was an unfinished basement with concrete walls and floors, they were cold and gave it a damp smell. He pulled back a curtain near the back of the main room and picked up a few things, then moving to a closet and grabbing some sort of coat.


After grabbing the few things, he stopped in front of a body length mirror resting against the wall and buttoned the black coat up all the way only to slip on a white lab coat over it. The pockets were heavy with stuff, some scalpels, scissors and even a stapler. The male buttoned that up all the way then slipped on a pair of blue rubber gloves, tucking them neatly under the sleeves to the coats he wore. Right next to the mirror sat a pair of black combat boots, Hisashi picked them up and started lacing them up, remains of something gross resided on the bottom, it almost looked like blood and dead bugs. Once those were on, he stood up straight and grabbed a gas mask, placing it over his face and adjusting the straps at the back. He was done. Except for one more thing...Pulling back another curtain under the stairs, he grabbed a long baseball bat with what looked like scissor blades and nails stuck into it. There was a bit of blood left on some parts of it, but for the most part it was clean.


The male walked back up the stairs, turning off the lights, his shoes making quite the noise this time. He exited using his back door, they had an alley behind their houses, making it quite dark. Ever since the last girlfriend he had, there was something about memorizing the ins and outs of the street that brought comfort to him now. She lived in the house that Saiyuri was now, hence how he knew about the interior. He knew everything about it. Even the best way to get in and kill her father. Hisashi walked through the dark alley, stopping at the house and walking up to the basement windows, bending down and taking scissors out of his pocket. There were bars on them, so he loosened the screws using the end of the blade and they swung outward, letting him open the window and drop in with a bit of a noise. Their basement was filled with boxes and things that were yet to be unpacked. The sound of a low TV was upstairs, making his way up to the main level as quietly as he could, dodging every stair he knew that would creak.


Finally he was upstairs and could see the man sitting in a chair, the channel on some infomercials, he appeared to be sleeping. Hisashi grabbed yellow rope out of his pocket and brought it around her fathers neck, holding it back with force.


"I told you, I didn't like the way you were talking to her."

 

[Nixon Valent]

The man in all honesty was easy to choke to death, it just being Saiyuri was so much smaller than him if she wanted to fight back or kill him though she didn't seem like the type.


He struggled a bit eventually went limp, dead. With that he was gone. He would no longer be in anyones life. It being up to him to dispose the body however he deemed nesscary.


If he went to the hospital after he was done with her father and had calmed down enough to actually be fit to go into public, the nurses letting him they figured he was her brother or something else along those lines with close affliation to her.


Her room in the hospital was like any other, she was hooked up to various machienes and had an IV of whatever, probably fluids or pain meds. It took her a while to wake up, 2 days actually. Losing enough blood and being stressed out like she her body just naturally rested that long.