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mekachu0412 Role Reversal
The man is screaming, cursing and spitting vile, hand still raised, ready to hit his son again.
One day. One day, his son wont stand for it anymore. His father will be the first on a long list of bodies left behind, the start of a man known to the wourd- even his closest family - simply as Killer.
Except, that day that now will never come. The son didn't kill him in self defense of himself. The sorry excuse for a father was murdered when he started beating on a different child. One just known simply as the kid.
One that didn't exist in this timeline anymore, his tiny body long since burned away.
Without that straw... what happened to Killer? What in this life would break the camel's back?
When this little boy was finally beaten down until he could stand no further...
Kidd wasn't going to stand by to wait and find out.
Maybe by moving now, he'd cement the fack his Killer would never exist. That Kidd and Killer of the South Blue might never terronize the Grand Line, claw their way to the top of the Worst Generation,
Maybe...
But all Kidd knew now is he could not stand idly by and watch this adult hit his friend again. Killer was the only family he had for so long, who took so many beatings for them both untily they finally got strong enough that no one dare disrespect them ever again.
Who knows where the jikijik no mi was in this time line, if it existed at all anymore, but some part still ran through Kidd's veins, and he * shoved * the man back by his belt. The man stumbled in shock.
Heartbreakingly, his son looked up like he thought his father had chosen to cease his outburst. Looked at him with such fucking hope, only to see the man still Raging, even if momentarily confused.
Kidd * pushed * again, the man now stumbling back in to his own home, and with a jerk of his fist, Kidd * pulled * the door to him, forcing the locks in place and wedging them so tightly closed a wrench or crowbar would be needed to free the man from his own abode.
The little boy still sits where he fell from the curb, his lip bloody, tears still streaming down his face, but he utters not a sound. Those blue eyes, they lock with Kidd's and such a small face should look so lost.
It had been so hard for him to find his way home. again, the past few days filled with the unknown and terror that he'd be stolen away again. Only to find out he'd never been missed. That his family was upset to see him again.
That he was some terrible unwanted * burden *
Kidd glanced around to the unseen eyes watching, and he * flung * his anger at them, all the Rage and hate building in his heart, * wanting * them to fall to their knees in fear, * willing * them to force themselves into submission.
The boy sobbed at that, drawing Kidd's attention back. Just as he had only a few days before, Kidd hauled the tiny child up into his arms, lifting him from the metaphorical cage instead of a physical on this time.
He did not look back.
Nether of them did.
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