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this one took a bit longer to get started just because i didn't know how I wanted to present it; the idea was a companion to the A side, but then i had barely gotten started and it was already double as long as Kidd's half. I ended up just decided to do a chapter per year instead of a one shot, and we shall see if it works out.Reposed Rebellions is a 90's Rural/Western AU staring high schooler Kamazo "Killer" Bujin, the few bright lights of community that care about him, and his best friend Kidd "Captain" Eustass
The B Side will be Killer's story from age 15-22 as he deals with being left behind by his friends, trying to be more than his family, and with the fact that growing up rural and queer is minefield of its own.
The B Side is thematically about rest, finding a place to feel safe
This is an 18+ story, a much more somber look a the events of the A side. There will be a lot more focus on the situation Killer grew up in, dealing with child abuse, neglect, and then a slew of poorly thought out choices as he navigates teenagerdom and young adulthood.
Kuma was heading home to his wife and two month old baby when he noticed Victoria's old truck at the edge of the gravel lot for the first time in months. Which is very strange, considering that he was under the impression that her little posse of hooligans had bought her a one way ticket out of here last spring and she'd had no plans of coming back.
The sunshine yellow truck sat hauntingly in the early winter dark, tucked up against the tree line, like it's hoping no one will notice it.
It could be Heat or Wire - they're rough around the edges, and never quite fit in the the other boys, but for all their faults, they'd never been any less respectful to him than he'd been to them. Kuma didn't expect them to be the kind of boys to vandalize the church - well, yes actually they were the type of boys, along with Victoria, and Kuma has suspicions about whoever tagged the fancy megachurch that got built up on the county edge out west last winter; the one that built a wall around itself and locked up at night. Some pastor called Moria or whatnot. But Kuma did not feel Heat or Wire were the type to vandalize his small little church, one that had always welcomed them in even if they long since stopped accepting the invite. Regardless, Kuma headed over just to check in. He thought he'd seen Heat driving around with a pale blue Nissan, so maybe Wire had inherited the Datsun.
There didn't look to be anyone in it when he approached; possibly they were off causing mayhem together and had met up here? Still, it didn't seem like them unless their plans for the night were going to be more mischievous; that they didn't want their parents realizing they were marauding around together?
Kuma nearly turned back from the empty cab, it was unlikely anyone would be around until morning, and as long as they didn't plan on using his church's lot for long term parking, Kuma didn't mind. However, he wanted to at least make sure it was locked up tight in case of bears, and he initially shook his head when the driver door opened easily.
He was just as guilty of not locking things up behind him, but he ran a church - the main doors should always be open. But his community was far to trusting about leaving both homes and vehicles unlocked, and he -
Oh.
Kuma stood in the open door way, looking down young Kamazo Bujin curled up on the seat bench. Or Killer, as the kids had started calling him over the last year or so. Kuma had mixed feelings on the nickname - feeling it too harsh and cold for the bright young man that once waited for him at the mail boxes that first year of middle school, before Victoria had her license and he was still dependent on the adults of the community to get around. Even know, Kuma was pretty sure he was a little too young to be driving on main roads already, but living on the other side of the valley than the older boys meant he was often left out of their shenanigans. Kuma could see why Victoria would have left him her truck - trapped out there alone with an angry man like Hitokiri Bujin.
That was likely the source of the black eye he was sporting tonight. Kuma sighed, forcing his hand to let go of the truck frame before he damaged it. He look a few calming breaths, before gently placing a hand on the boy's shoulder, giving him a shake to wake up. "Killer?"
The boy slept on; even asleep, he looked exhausted. Children should not look so tired.
He didn't wake at all, even when Kuma ended up picking him up and removing him from the truck. He made sure to grab the keys from where they still hung in the ignition, before locking it up for the night. He carried the Bujin child into the church, getting him settled in on one of the last benches in the nave, tucked in with one of the blankets Ginny had made him that he kept in his office. He placed the truck keys in the boy's hand - he clung to them reflexively.
Kuma returned to his office, leaving the door open. He can see the foyer from his desk, but not into the worship area. He'd be able to see anyone coming in or out, nothing else. He called home, Ginny answering on the second ring.
"I thought you were coming home? What happened? Are you okay?"
Kuma smiled into the phone, how he loved this woman. "I'm okay," he assured her quickly. "I'm okay. Something came up though. I'm going to spend the night in my office."
She was quiet for a moment, reading into what he didn't say. "You need me to bring anything over?"
"Not tonight." Mostly, Kuma was just going to make sure no one bothered the boy. Maybe make him some toast in the morning from the food pantry downstairs if he stuck around long enough.
Let him know that in the future, the church was always open to him, and that included the rooms below; the little kitchen, the pantry, the showers. That he had some cots in the nursery that the boy was welcome to, and to show him which rooms had locks on them. Kuma only didn't set him up down there tonight because he didn't want the boy to feel trapped, and there was a clear exit from the worship area back to the parking lot with little fuss.
Kuma wanted the young man to know that his church was a sanctuary to anyone in need, even if they were not part of his congregation.
He'd also show him where to park in the future so no one would see his truck from the main road.
