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“Yoshikage, please…”
Oh, how Kira loved to hear his wife, his wife, not Kosaku Kawajiri's, speak his true name.
It had only been a day or so since he had revealed his true identity to Shinobu and Hayato. One would think that outing himself would have been an impulsive action on Kira's part, but to the contrary, the man had hardly done a single compulsive action in his life. Everything, from the capture of his girlfriends to the reveal of his identity, was carefully considered and executed. That was why he had gathered his wife and son, his wife and son, into his and Shinobu's locked bedroom to prevent any panicked attempts for escape. (And why he had cut the phone mines and locked the front and back door and windows.)
Kira, in the past, before taking on Kosaku Kawajiri's identity (the neglectful, dead peice of shit that he is), before growing to learn to love Shinobu and Hayato, would have never even dreamed about revealing such intimate details to another human being, let alone two. But… “Love.” That was the gamechanger.
Yoshikage remembered feeling love for his parents, in some capacity, at least. However, this love was distant and muted. When they both had passed, Kira did feel sadness, yes, but, it wasn't anything big. There was no crushing sadness or hole in his heart, no. There was a brief sadness and then there was work to do and a quiet life to live. Though, he did remember not having the urge to kill for quite a while.
For the Kawajiris, though, it was different. It took a while, yes, many months, but Yoshikage noticed a bizarre difference.
He… cared. And not only that but he cared deeply for both of them, his, his, wife and child. He fell for Shinobu's smile and bright eyes and affectations and the way she nuzzled against his chest late at night, falling asleep against his chest before their late-night soap opera could end, Yoshikage having to carry up the stairs. And at some point, he didn't mind. Maybe one day, he had simply forgotten that he should be annoyed by this, and it all swirled from there, effectively falling for the woman with no return.
And through Shinobu, he couldn't help but find himself caring for Hayato - the boy and Shinobu went (forgive the pun) hand-in-hand, after all. Yoshikage was surprised to find he could see pieces of himself within Hayato, something he had never done before in his entire life. Why would he have, after all? Kira was Kira, and everyone else was… Everyone else. If he had related to anyone too much, he would stand out, and standing out led to being found out. And he couldn't have that… Though, how ironic it was that he had simply allowed himself to be found out by not only Hayato, but Shinobu, as well.
In Hayato, Yoshikage related to his general disdain and disinterest in others and general activities, reminding Kira of himself when he was younger. Yoshikage was never the best at… Anything. He never stood out, and while he leaned into this as an adult, it depressed and frustrated him as a child. And, to that end, Hayato, Yoshikage's son, was a chip off the old block.
So, this care naturally turned to love… Love something so strange and complicated, highly sought out, sung about in songs, written out in books, and displayed up in movie screens. Yet, something Yoshikage never imagined to have within his grasp. And yet, somehow, it happened. He loved. He loved so deeply that even Killer Queen was affected - Yoshikage sometimes having to use almost all of hid restraint to hold his Stand back from embracing Shinobu or Hayato. (Though, he assured Killer Queen that he'd tell his family, his family, about him. All in due time.)
Though, that love came with dark, twisted thoughts. That's nothing unusual coming from Yoshikage. The man was honestly just thankful he no longer had the strong urge to kill (His dearest Shinobu had seemed to cure him completely of his bloodlust, she and her lovingly manicured hands replacing it with a different kind of lust entirely…)
Those dark thoughts were of a possessive nature - keeping his wife and his son home, all to himself. Why should anyone else, the unworthy, so much as gaze upon his perfect family? It was unfair!
...So, Yoshikage formulated a plan. He had thought long about it, before eventually deciding to go forward with it. If they reacted calmly, Yoshikage could get Killer Queen to unlock all doors and windows before Shinobu and Hayato were even aware they were locked in the first place. And, he could simply call someone up to fix the phone lines that were “mysteriously” cut.
However, this was not what unfolded.
Kira had confessed his true identity, what he had done to Kosaku (he deserved it!...), though left out the graphic details - he didn't want to frighten either of them, but especially not Hayato. He didn't want the boy to be permanently scarred, especially by the last of his own father. (He would tell Shinobu about his ex-girlfriends later…)
Shinobu must have thought he was joking at first, and he couldn't exactly blame her. She was in denial, but then, it must have clicked. Kosaku (God just the thought of comparing himself to that scum of the earth made him gag) had been acting odd as of late…
Because he wasn't Kosaku Kawajiri.
He was Yoshikage Kira. And he wanted a quiet life… with his family.
The both of them panicked, trying to escape. Killer Queen had swooped up Hayato easily. The Stand purred as he held the boy in his arms, nuzzling him and even licking his hair to clean it, even as the boy tried to break free. Yoshikage had read once that cats living in communities saw other cat's kittens as their own - Killer Queen probably saw Hayato as a son just as his user did.
Shinobu screamed and tried to swipe her son out of the air, giving Yoshikage the opening to take her in his arms, lifting her up. He had pulled out a set of handcuffs, and with some effort, handcuffed her to the bedpost.
He left her to calm down, carrying Hayato to his room and handcuffing him to his own bedpost. The boy screamed and swore, louder than he had ever been in the almost year Kira had lived with them. The boy was full of surprises!
He left them to cool down, cooking up dinner to settle the adrenaline flooding through him. He brought up plates to his, his, all his, family. Hayato regarded him with a glare, which Yoshikage regarded as progress. Shinobu, however, cowered in fear at the sight of him. It broke his heart. He left her to calm down for the night, though making sure to check up on both of them during the night.
Hayato eventually fell asleep at one in the morning. He was a growing boy, after all, he needed his rest. Shinobu had eventually eaten her dinner and fallen asleep, improving Kira's mood.
In the early morning, Kira walked out to a payphone close to their home, making sure to lock the door, and excused his, not that fucker Kosaku's, his son from school. Speaking of the boy, he checked up on him when he returned. Thankfully, the boy was still sleeping soundly. He hoped his rest was comfortable, in spite of the handcuff around his wrist.
Shinobu was awake when Yoshikage opened the door. His darling wife shrunk away from him. It upset him so, especially when she had welcomed his touch so openly before… Why? Why was she so afraid? She hated Kosaku, the real one, the one who neglected her and her son and ruined their lives. Yoshikage was the proper husband, the proper father, so why? Why fear him? If Kira truly wanted to be rid of the two of them, he could have done so a long, long time ago…
“Yoshikage…” She had called to him, tears in her eyes. (Oh, how much it hurt him to see his wife in such distress.) “Please, let me and my son go… Or, or just Hayato, please! Do what you want with me, just please, let Hayato go!...”
Yoshikage shook his head, hanging it slightly. “I'm sorry, Shinobu. I'm afraid I can't do that…”
“Why…?” She whispered, eyes wide and teary.
He walked towards her, arms wrapping around her. He felt her seize up. In all honesty, he was the one who should be afraid. He was in a very vulnerable position. If Shinobu really wanted to, she could easily attack him… But, Kira trusted his wife. He trusted her and cared for her and loved her so deeply it almost ached.
“Because I love you,” Yoshikage replied, kissing the top of her head. “I love you and Hayato so much…”
Yoshikage rubbed soothing circles into his wife's back as she shudders in horror.