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araxiis · 3 years

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Family Found- Kuzupeko

CW: Verbally & physically abusive parent, fighting/violence

Angst, but not between Fuyuhiko and Peko

Also Fuyuhiko's parents are never named so I just picked a name

Words: 3001 (oop)

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The curtains were open in the modest house on the corner, letting the morning sun dance about inside like a pleasant houseguest. The violets in the garden were growing beautifully, a lovely surprise to those who may be passing by the house. A casual pedestrian may take note of the house, and find it quaint or cozy, but not something quite worth note, and continue on with their day.

This is exactly what the Kuzuryuus had wanted when they bought their home.

After a lifetime each of being in the public eye, and never for good reason, Peko & Fuyuhiko had agreed that a life of anonymity would be beneficial to them both. They were married quietly, their only witnesses being their fellow students of class 77-B, who had all grown very close to one another during their recoveries. Now, a few years later, Peko stood in the nursery of the sun-dappled house, holding her four-month-old daughter in her arms.

"Good morning, bunny," Peko whispered to her baby. The little girl was called Riki, her name meaning 'little bunny', the nickname her parents so often used. The baby was so blissfully unaware of the frightening world she was born into, and her mother hoped it could stay that way for at least a while. Riki was born at home, her parents hardly ever daring to take her out of their neighborhood, for fear of being recognized. They had a lovely backyard for her to play in, after all. Whenever a shopping trip became necessary, Fuyuhiko or Peko would travel individually, never together. It was a difficult life, to be sure, but a peaceful one. A normal life was never in the cards for them either way.

On this particular morning the baby had been sleeping soundly, and Fuyuhiko had opted to stay in bed and relish the rare moment of quiet so scarce with an infant. Peko, ever the morning person, was never one for sleeping in. She chose to rise at the same time as usual, and spend the morning simply admiring the miracle that was their daughter. She had no engagements that day, choosing to stroll about her home in her pajamas, her hair loose and unkempt. In the nursery with Riki, who was still soundly asleep in her arms, Peko walked to the open window that faced the street. It was a rather high window, the lowest sill at the level of Peko's chest. When Riki was upset, it always calmed her to be held up near the window (safely, of course). But now she was dozing contently, so Peko kept her resting in her arms just below the window. The baby had a soft head of silver hair just like her mother's, and the features & sharp green eyes of her father, now invisible behind her sleeping eyelids. She was the perfect mix of her parents, and had taught Peko that displaying emotions was not something to be ashamed of. Peko gazed lovingly down at her little girl, wishing she could freeze time and stay in this exact moment forever.

As luck would have it, the moment was broken by a harsh knock at the front door. Peko glanced at the clock on the wall; it was just past seven AM. Laying Riki back in her crib, she wondered who could be at the door this early. Perhaps Teruteru had brought them something freshly cooked from his family restaurant, or perhaps Sonia was returning the book she had borrowed the week prior. Still engulfed in the peacefulness of the day, Peko opened the door without looking through the front window first, a very uncharacteristic decision that could only be attributed to the laziness of the morning. She was punished for this choice in due time, though, as the door swung open and Peko's blood turned to ice in her veins.

Dressed sharply in a black business suit, a short blond woman in her sixties stood on the front step as if she owned the place. Truly, her presence could make any room feel impersonal. Peko knew this well, as she had grown up in fear of this woman. A woman she had sworn to keep her family away from.

Aika Kuzuryuu, Fuyuhiko's mother.

Any words Peko had thought to say froze in her throat. How would she even address this woman now? It felt wrong to call her Mrs. Kuzuryuu, since that was also Peko's name now. Aika? No, she wouldn't dare. As a child she had addressed the matriarch of the clan as Mistress, the thought of saying it now burned like poison. Her mind was swimming as Aika began to address her.

"Ah, Pekoyama," her voice was as cold as it had been when Peko was young. "As excellent as it is to see you're continuing to fulfill your duties this many years later, this is quite an inappropriate state for you to be seen in." Aika sneered at Peko, green eyes glancing from Peko's undone hair down to her pajamas. "Though I suppose we never did keep you around for your looks," she laughed cruelly. Peko flushed pink, still unable to muster any words.

"Anyway," Aika continued, examining the nails on her right hand. "My sources tell me Fuyuhiko is living at this address, and judging by your presence, I assume this is true. He has evaded my contact and his responsibilities for too many years. Now that I have his location, I am here to stop this childish charade. Let me in now, Pekoyama."

Peko didn't move. Her mouth was dry, her hands shaking. Uncountable thoughts ran through her head, and she had no idea where to start. Something dangerous flashed in Aika's glare.

"Let me in NOW, Pekoyama!" Aika shouted.

A piercing wail carried down the hall to the door. The yelling had woken Riki. Upon hearing the cry, Aika's eyes widened.

"Is there a child here? Does Fuyuhiko have a child? Where is his wife? Is she here as well?" Aika fired off questions like bullets at Peko, one finger pointed at her accusatorily. "Do you even UNDERSTAND how inappropriate it is for you to be here? Dressed like a slob in the home of my son and his family, unbelievable."

Riki was still screaming. Choking on tears and unable to think rationally, Peko turned on her heel and ran to the nursery, Aika's belittling chasing her down the hall. She heard Aika shout "come back this instant, Pekoyama!" before Peko turned the corner and collapsed against the nursery wall, silent tears streaming down her face. She slowly lifted Riki out of her crib with shaking hands and held her daughter close to her chest. As Riki's crying faded, Peko's only became more intense, causing her to fall to her knees on the carpeted floor. Across the hall from the nursery, she heard the bedroom door creak open.

"Peko?" Fuyuhiko was still drowsy, she could hear it in his voice. From the bedroom doorway Fuyuhiko saw her, knelt on the floor with Riki and sobbing. Suddenly, he was wide awake. "Peko, what-?" His question was cut off as he took his first step into the hallway, and saw Aika, still standing haughtily at the door.

"What the fuck," Fuyuhiko growled in a voice Peko hadn't heard in years.

"Fuyuhiko," Aika greeted her son in a tone that could only be described as borderline indifference. "I was speaking with Pekoyama, but she ran off when that child started screaming. I can only hope she's assisting your wife in caring for the child, since keeping her around for any reason other than that would be WILDLY improper." She examined her son's ruffled form. "I was going to suggest you lecture Pekoyama on how she presents herself, but it seems you yourself aren't doing any better. How humiliated your wife must be."

Fuyuhiko's had his fists clenched so tight his knuckles were white. Aika was still talking.

"Of course, I only assume you're married to the child's mother. I suppose it wouldn't be beyond you to father a bastard child."

If looks could burn, Aika would be ashes. Glaring daggers, Fuyuhiko spoke through clenched teeth.

"What the fuck are you doing in my house," he spat. Aika remained unbothered.

"Is it not obvious why I'm here? I've come to bring you back to the clan." Fuyuhiko paled as she continued. "You've had your fun, avoiding your birthright, but you have responsibilities to fulfill. Your wife and the child may come with you, but not Pekoyama. She is of no use to you anymore, to any of us."

Peko, still on the floor of the nursery, slapped a hand over her mouth to muffle her sobs. Fuyuhiko saw her move out of the corner of his eye, his concern & love for her mixing with the rage he felt towards his mother, who was somehow still talking.

"Go fetch your wife and the child, Fuyuhiko. I must see if they are up to clan standards. If not, adjustments will have to be made. I'm sure you understand."

Suddenly and inexplicably, Fuyuhiko seemed to completely relax. He smiled tightly at Aika. "Of course, mother." He spat the word like an insult, turning his head to face the nursery and Peko. "Honey, could you come here a moment?" He asked her.

Peko was terrified. What was he thinking? He nodded once at her, quickly, his face certain and stern. Despite everything, she still trusted him. She stood slowly, wiping tears from her face, and moved to lay Riki in the crib.

"No, bring her too, please," Fuyuhiko said.

Cautiously, Peko obliged, laying Riki's head on her shoulder and creeping into the hallway, into Aika's condescending gaze.

Aika raised an eyebrow. "That's just the child, Fuyuhiko. I asked for the child and your wife."

"I know," Fuyuhiko said simply, taking Riki from Peko's shoulder and cradling her in his arms, making sure Aika could clearly see the baby's crown of silver hair.

Peko's wish from that morning seemed to have arrived late, as time froze still in that moment. Aika's eyes flashed erratically between the three before her, her sharp face turning a dozen different shades of red and purple as the pieces fell into place in her mind. Peko's heart was racing, though Fuyuhiko remained completely composed.

"You-" Aika sputtered, stepping further into the house. "You- you disgrace. How dare you-" She was approaching them at a steady speed down the hall. Fuyuhiko passed Riki back to Peko and stretched his arm out in front of her, forcing her to step back and behind him. Peko held her baby close as Aika reached them. Fuyuhiko stood confidently, his chin up and his arms crossed. Aika jabbed a finger at him, just as she had done to Peko earlier.

"You disgusting, pathetic disappointment of a son," Aika snarled. "Running off with the help. How dare you leave your family, your clan, your future, to waste your life on this miserable girl?"

Peko wanted to disappear. She wanted to melt into the floor, and only come back when everything was back the way it was before she'd blindly answered the door. In front of her, Fuyuhiko lowered his arm slowly, clenching his fists at his side.

"Get out." His words were flat, dangerous.

Aika opened her mouth in shock, then closed it. Her fists were clenched as well, and Peko distantly thought that they had never looked more like mother and son than they did now. They stood still, facing off, for a good moment, before Aika raised her arm and smacked Fuyuhiko across the face.

Peko gasped as Fuyuhiko fell against the wall, shocked. Riki was sobbing quietly, almost as if she was aware of what was happening. Wild-eyed, Aika turned on them. The composed woman who had entered the house was gone, and in her place Peko saw a glimpse of what she herself used to be; what this woman and her clan had instructed her to be.

A killer.

Aika raised her arm again, and Peko held Riki as close as she could, bracing for the impact.

But it never came.

Fuyuhiko had caught Aika's wrist in the air mid-swing, and had twisted her arm behind her back at a painful angle. Aika was struggling, she was strong, but her son was stronger. He caught her other wrist, twisting them both further with murder in his eyes.

"Don't you fucking dare," he snarled. Years of knowing him, and Peko had never seen him quite this way. This was something new. Something more intense.

"I'll kill you." His grip on his mother's wrists tightened. "If you even touch my wife or my daughter, I will fucking kill you."

Aika laughed once, rudely. "How dare you threaten your mother?" she spoke over her shoulder. "And for her? She's not worth this. How could you choose a tool over your own mother?"

Something cracked in Aika's wrists, and she shrieked in pain. Fuyuhiko let go of her arms, and slammed her back against the wall, holding her firmly by the shoulders.

"You..." His breathing was shallow. "You are nothing to me. After what you've done to me, to her, you mean fucking nothing to me. Peko is everything to me. She's not a tool, she's not worthless, and she is not a mistake. She's my wife, and the mother of my child, and I know damn well she's better at both of those things than you ever were. This is my family, and you are not part of it."

He let go of her shoulders. Aika had her wrists clutched against her chest, and was staring at Fuyuhiko in shock. Peko stood back, a hand over her mouth, with Riki still quietly crying against her shoulder. Fuyuhiko took a step away from his mother, gaze never breaking.

"Get out."

Wordlessly, Aika stumbled towards the door, which still stood open from when she entered. One foot outside, she turned clumsily to face Fuyuhiko.

"I hope you know how big of a mistake you just made, son." She had the same wild look in her eyes as she had before. "You will face the repercussions of your actions. You and your pathetic family." She spat the last word harshly before leaving the house. Fuyuhiko slammed and locked the door before falling against it, heaving. Peko had fallen to the floor for the second time that morning, once again crying in sync with her daughter. Peko hardly ever cried before becoming a mother, but she now felt emotions just as strongly as her baby did. Riki hiccupped through her tears, the little noise snapping Fuyuhiko back to reality. Quick as a flash, he was knelt on the floor next to Peko.

"Shit. Shit, fuck, hey, it's okay. It's okay, I'm here. It's okay." He ran his hand through her hair and down the side of her face, gently brushing away her tears. His other hand rested gently over Peko's hand that was holding Riki to her shoulder, and Peko brought her free hand up to cup her husband's face. Her fingertips brushed his cheek, and only then did she realize he was also crying.

"Here, love, give her to me. Let me take her." Fuyuhiko gently took the baby off Peko's shoulder and into the crook of his own arm. Riki was still crying, though quieter now. "Sit back, against the wall. That's it, love." Peko's back hit the wall and she buried her head in her hands, her whole body shaking. As Fuyuhiko took his place against the wall beside her, he heard her mumbling over and over;

I did this. I did this. I did this.

He wrapped his free arm around her and held her close, as close as he possibly could. "Hey, hey, no, you didn't do anything. You didn't do anything wrong." His thumb rubbed small circles into her shoulder. Still shaking, Peko lifted her tearstained face out of her hands to look at her husband.

"I didn't check. Before I opened the door, I didn't check." She took a shaky breath. "It was such a peaceful morning and I- I was so relaxed, and I could have gotten her killed. I could have gotten you both killed."

Fuyuhiko looked at her with so much love in his eyes, not a trace of anger or disappointment. She didn't understand how he wasn't upset with her after such a dangerous misstep. He simply pressed a kiss to her hair, and quietly said "hold out your arms."

Peko shakily obliged. Gently, Fuyuhiko laid Riki in her outstretched arms, keeping his hand under the baby's head as Peko held her. Upon seeing her mother's face, the baby's howls turned to quiet hiccups as her tears steadily stopped. Peko couldn't help but smile at the sight.

"See that, love? Bunny's okay. She's safe." Peko turned her head towards her husband, and pressed her forehead to his. "I'm safe," he mumbled quietly. "I'm here. We're safe."

They stayed like that for several minutes, focusing on the fact that despite what happened, they were all alive and safe and together. Eventually, Peko spoke.

"I suppose we have to move now."

Fuyuhiko laughed breathily. "Yeah. Too bad though. I liked this place."

Peko nodded once in agreement. "Perhaps our new home shouldn't have a window in the nursery that faces the street. Something tells me that might have given us away."

"Ah, man, you're probably right. Why didn't we think of that right away?"

They both looked down at Riki, who had exhausted herself crying and dozed off in their arms. Peko smiled.

"Because it made her happy. Nothing else mattered."

What a sight, two reformed Remnants of Despair and their infant daughter, collapsed on the floor of their hallway. Much like their life as a whole, their little family would never be normal.

But it was theirs.

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