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Genichiro gritted his teeth. Living feels like a heavy weight on his shoulders, failing his son and his now ex-husband.
He quickly glanced at Kuro in the backseat, and the word came back to him.
“Heresy” he muttered fiercely.
His son made a tiny noise as he heard him speak nonsense. Genichiro couldn’t stop his cheeks from heating up, embarrassment clouding his mind.
“Dad, are you muttering words under your breath again?” Kuro asked his father with concern.
How could he answer his son? With his honest thoughts and considerations? Impossible. Bearing weight on his twelve year old son would only bring him ill-will.
But his emotions flooded.
Genichiro silently started crying. Heresy used to be their always; his heart bleeding because of his now ex-husband. He felt a pressure on his right shoulder.
“Dad, you will be alright. We can get some McDonalds’s and all will be fine.” Kuro said, leaning towards his father.
Genichiro wiped his tears and drove towards his favorite McDonalds. The exact place he had met his ex-husband. They had lovingly shared a McFlurry, only one spoon. Now the very thought threatened to make tears burst from his eyes again. He swiftly took an old Mcdonald’s napkin he kept in his car and tenderly wiped his tears. He wasn’t loving it.
After driving for a few minutes, Genichiro parked his car, taking up two spots cause he was a bitch like that.
“Fäther you parked wrong” Kuro said
“Shut up you're twelve” Genichiro said fiercely, taking out his sword. His samurai sword. He used it to cut up his burgers and needed to prepare.
“Fäther can’t you use real cutlery like a normal person?”
“One more word and you’re staying in the car”
“This is why he left you...” Kuro muttered annoyed.
Genichiro turned his head.
“I will only buy a black coffee if you keep this up..." The sword wielding father said.
Kuro kept his mouth shut, knowing his father's threat to be a real one.
They swiftly got out of the car, walking vigorously to the entrance. The fluorescent lights shone at them as they entered. Genichiro narrowed his eyes, observing the McDonald’s pristine appearance.
His eyes swept over the area, and suddenly he spotted him.
He was wearing a dark hoodie and blue sweatpants. But it did not matter, Genichiro’s mouth watered at the familiar sight of Sekiro gazing up at the menu. He was undoubtedly the most handsome man Genichiro had ever seen, and he knew that if he hadn’t already known the man, he would’ve used his best pickup line.
“Dad!" Kuro yelled
“Oh, fuck.”
Genichiro thought. Only he hadn't thought it, he had said it out loud to the entire McDonalds. Two girls eating fried shrimp looked up; picking up the dramatic confrontation between ex-husbands and child. They were loving it, vowing to post this online later.
Sekiro turned his head, his brilliant eyes widening as he spotted his child and past lover. His gaze focused on Genichiro. Though he looked tired, he was as handsome as ever. The lean man leaned against the counter being lean.
Kuro walked towards his other father, a gentle smile blooming on his face. Sekiro smiled back at his favorite son. His only son.
“Fäther, what are you doing here?” He said ‘father’ like that because he was adopted from Sweden, but his heritage is from Japan.
Meanwhile Genichiro was lost in thought, an inner turmoil battling itself out in his head. He could run right now, run far away. He only had custody on the weekends and Wednesdays anyway. He had lost the battle, Sekiro getting the most time with his son after the divorce. He bitterly remembered his honor; beaten like himself – when he lost in court. Genichiro had even hired the best lawyer money could buy.
But it was all for naught...
While Genichiro was lost in thought, Sekiro had made his way to him. When he came in front of Genichiro, he only reached him to tiddy height.
“Greetings, Genichiro.” Sekiro greeted.
Genichiro turned on his heel and ran away.