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He found his most precious reason to live, delivered at his door directly, he doesn't know who, but he thanked that angel who brought that red child to him, His star, His Sun and His everything, his sweet, sweet little boy.
Its been some years since *HE* got bored of them, all of them, and delivered them back to their homes, not much but an hour passed in the real World, an hour that was two years inside that cabin.
He had his son when he was 20, his son was barely 5, too old to be a baby, but too young to remember his parents. But he took care of him, day and night, got himself three jobs to keep then both stable, his past as a hacker long forgotten behind, now with His new light, his boy.
Now, years has passed, now he was 29, his boy? 14, strong and healthy boy- no- teenager!
He had never been so proud in His life, not when himself got in the university he wanted, or any of that nonesense, no, his boy was an example of everything good, and you could expect him to say that, hes his father. BUT he had good grades, he was in a basquetball team in school, and was always out with his friends!
He knew the boy had problems with how he looked, devil tail, claws and hind legs, horns and dangerously sharp fangs, but the boy seemed happy.
Now, he was making a tiny visit to his son at school, why? Because he forgot lunch, and he had free time from his severeal jobs.
Slowly, he walked to the open area outside the school, holding the luch he looked for his son everywhere (and yes, he did warned of his presence).
He spoted his sweet boy with severeal of his friends, with a wide grin, he took a single step, before watching *his* boy punch a guy in the face, drawing blood from his nose, his friends laughed and mocked the guy, the other cried, before standing up and deviler himself a brow directed to C00lkidd's stomach.
The boy didn't even flinch slightly, laughing mockingly, and a big fight started, just before 007 eyes.
His boy wasn't as sweet as he thought he was.
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He laughed and mocked, this was funny! And its not like hes going to hurt him, his skin was too thick for him to actually hurt him.
They fought for around 30 minutes, until the bell of school rang, sign for them to go back in school, C00lkidd laughed as he picked his things up, his friends walking away.
He loved these types of days, the principal was an ignorant, and didnt care what his students did, so C00lkidd fought, like, a lot, he kept a clean slate and good grades, and then he could be a rock in someone else shoe.
He felt no regret, everything was going HIS way, and if someone reported him? He could borrow his dad's coolgui and change whatever they put in the system! Easy!
Until...
He looked behind him, his tail completly droping as he saw the lunch his dad was supposed to give to him, the small Spiderman lunch box his papa bought him the first day of school, the one he always wanted.
...
He froze in shock before one of his friends pulled him towards them, laughing along.
Severeal hours passed since that, and it only fills Coolkidd with unease, was that His dad? Surely it wasn't, he couldnt be- besides, what was his dad doing in his school?! His tail wagged along the way home, wrapped around his leg or hitting his old backpack.
His throat felt like closing, it hurt, but emotionally, consecuences of what he have done pulling him deeper in a pool of fear and anxiety where he couldnt breathe, he couldnt swim back up, but only drown.
He walked heavily to his home, he was so, so nervous! What was his dad gonna tell him? Was he gonna scold him?! Yell?- well, he have never done that, yelling at him or hitting him, but maybe he was tired and would!
With trembling hands he opened the door, finding his dad layin' on the couch, asleep, he still had his pizza place uniform, and that only made him feel more guilty, his dad worked three- no, now FOUR jobs to keep him stable and even spoil him with stuff.
"Hey dad, i'm home..."
He carefully murmur near his dad, his dad's eyes flutter open to look at him, a tired smile formed on his lips.
"My boy, how was school?"
Slowly he sat down on the couch, patting besides him to coax his son to sit next to him.
Nervously and fidgeting with his hoodie, CK sat next to him, his tail wag warily around.
"Normal, i suppose..."
"I wanted to talk to you, son, bout' something i saw you did..."
Coolkidd tensed, his tail falling limb besides him, he rubbed his neck with a clawded hand/paw.
"I did something... Wrong?..." He tried to test if his dad actually did had watched him.
"No more lies, Kidd..." The man sighned with dissapointment "i saw you and i know you saw me, why would you get into a fight? Is that what you do in school, while i work myself to exhaustion?" He wasn't mad, not even close, he was so, so sad... His voice was barely audible, his eyes watered, bit he blink the tears away.
"It isn't like that! We were bored- and-"
"Lift your hoodie."
"What?..."
"You heard me, lift your hoodie"
The boy, sighing, lift his hoodie off, His favorite, the one that was his dad's hoodie, and now his.
In his stomach were bruises from kicks and punches and more, everywhere across his chest.
"Why have you been lying to me?" The old man asked as he pulled down the hoodie, tears itched the corner of his eyes as he look straight into his son's eyes. "I understand if i have done something wrong that you dont want to tell me- but i just need to know what i did wrong..."
CK huffed, his chest puffed out in a defensive posture "you didnt- why would you assume that?! You dont have to be so dramatic, it was ONE fight! Bluudud would understand better"
"Bluudud?" His father tilted his head slightly, confused.
"You wouldnt understand anyways" the boy, again, complained, his tail wagging rapidly behind him, hitting the couch, biting his lower lip from the pure frustration, a bit of blood driping down, yucky.
"Then make me understand, please... I know i havent been the best father but- i'm trying, i really am..." 007n7 hands loomed over CK back, wanting to reach out- but he retreat, not knowing if his little one would welcome touch now.
"You're making a big deal out of something small, dad!- okay? Forgive me, i wont do it, we can go back to normal, now, simple as that"
His papa didnt answer at the moment, trying to swallow his son's words, he looked at him, like if he was staring at his soul, before tears runed down his cheeks, he quickly tries to cover it.
"C00lkidd, this isn't about if it was- serious or not- I raised you to do better" the man sobbed, looking more shocked than angry, if he was even angry at all.
"Dont- do that... Its okay, besides- I get good grades, and the principal doesn't care, so my slate is clean, so Its okay-" he was interrupted.
"Its not!... Its not... Okay..." The man took a deep breath in. "... Bluudud, then?" The single father cooed.
"What bout' him?" The teenager looked suspicious, his tail moving slightly.
"He's the one getting all those ideas inside your head, huh?"
"Dad, no!- you just- AHG! You dont understand, dont assume he's bad!" He- growled, like a beast, baring his teeth's.
"I am sure!" The father insisted, his boy couldnt do something like that by his own, someone HAD to put those ideas in him, his boy could never...
The boy groaned loudly, again biting his lower lip "you dont get it! You dont listen!"
Again, a growl, tail harshly hitting the couch. "*I* get into fights, i start them, because i am strong, what are they gonna do? Nothing! They can't- why are you even mad?! *You were JUST the same!*" The words slipped past his lips before he could even think about it fhurter
But without more regret, he continued
"I am capable, dad, and i am so, so tired of listening how you think i wouldnt even hurt a fly- do you find me THAT weak?!"
007n7 stared at him, not saying anything, before tears slipped from his eyes, sobbing and covering his face, hiccups coming from him.
"I..." C00lkidd tried to talk, before guilt pushed his words down his throat again. "Its not a big deal, dont be like that..."
But his dad didnt stop, no, he was silent, sobbing, he have always been silent, but now he hated it, he didnt know what to do.
"Come on dad, you're really crying right now?"
"I thought- I was making a good job-" he sobbed again "raising you to do good-" another sniff and hiccup "i'm a horrible dad..."
He remember, when the first laugh came out of his son, when he first started to teeth, all this restless and sleepless nights he spend, teaching him, trying to take care of him or simply stop him from crying...
Wasted, because he was a bad dad- not only that, but a bad person... Did he mold his son to be like this? Is this his fault? It couldnt be anyone else fault, after all...
C00lkidd just stared, what was he supposed to do anyways? He was a terrible son, he have made his own father cry, sobbing in front of him, the only ways he would cry, or moments, is when he thought C00lkidd wouldnt hear or see him.
But here he Is.
He wants to cry and hug him and apologize.
His body didn't move.
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A knock on the door interrupted everything, 007n7 lift up his gaze, before CK stand, opening the door with a hand in his hoodie pocket-
Guest.
"007n7." Guest greeted, looking down at the crying man, and the little devil in front of him.
C00lkidd remember him, he hated him, used to punch him when he was a kid when he was ONLY playing TAG!
C00lkidd inmediatly let out a deep growl, his tail lashing out around, baring his teeth's.
Guest putted a hand on the boy's shoulder, bending slightly to whisper in his ear: "you're lucky 007 Is compassive, if i were your father, it doesn't matter how thick your skin Is, i would have made it hurt" The man grip on the boy only got tigher as they both sank in silence, both frowning at eachother without even turning around to face eachother.
Guest slipped past CK, quickly going to comfort his still sobbing father.
And what did c00lkidd did?
He hissed at him, closing the door behind him, he needed fresh air.