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“Here first in are Miya Atsumu and Miya Kiyoomi, making an appearance for our recorded interview! This is Amelia Jirou from keeping up with Japan’s latest news! I just say on behalf of my team that we are just so excited to have you both here!”
“Oh no, the pleasure is all ours. How are ya’ Ms. Jirou?” The wedded couple were finally shown, hand in hand. Atsumu grinned politely at the woman, dipping his head slightly. Amelia giggled, her notebook placed on her lap. “I’m good, and I’m glad you two accepted our invitation here!”
Kiyoomi, next to his husband, bowed his head slightly in a formal manner. “It’s good to be here. “Do we just sit here? What do we-“ Atsumu asked as he stood hunched over awkwardly over the obvious two seats placed for them. “No yeah, just sit there and make yourselves comfortable!” The wedded couple did so, a moment passed before they situated themselves comfortably.
“Are you guys ready?” She asked, the camera angled and zoomed on both of their faces. Atsumu waved at the camera before focusing back on the woman. “Yeah.” Kiyoomi nodded, letting Atsumu hold his hand. “We’re ready.”
“Wait- this is, what- live or?” Atsumu asked, Amelia humming in response. “No no, pre recorded so we can edit anything you guys want out just in case.”
He oh’d in understanding, sitting back again. “Are you guys nervous? This is your first interview in a while.” Amelia asked, her emerald eyes curious
“Only a bit nervous really, it’s been a minute since we’ve done one of these.” Kiyoomi commented, taking a sip of the apple juice that was given to him.
“We’re just answering questions and making a few comments anyways, there’s no hurt in that, right?” Atsumu mused.
“Well to start off easily, we all know you’re part of Japan’s national team. How is it?”
The camera blurred on Atsumu from moving the camera too quickly, the lighting against his face making him look shiny for a moment before it focused.
He brushed his dark brown wavy hair back, before it went down to rubbing his semi-bearded chin.
“Well, it’s certainly difficult with the childish teammates I have—” he cut himself off into a laugh as Kiyoomi threw him a glare.
“Don’t be an idiot, it’s mostly your idiocy that gets us in trouble.”
“What? Would you mind elaborating?” Amelia pushed, seemingly eager to get new information out of them. Kiyoomi stared straight into the camera with a glare. “This idiot gets in trouble along with our other teammates. He, Suna, Bokuto, Komori, Hinata and others get yelled at all of the time because of their stupidity.”
“Don’t act like you don’t.” Atsumu grinned, pointing at Kiyoomi accusingly, making the said male shrink down in his seat.
“Only because you guys always have to drag me in on what you do. You’re lucky I have your last name because I would have a high saying I have no association with Miya Atsumu.”
Atsumu scrunched his eyebrows, looking at the camera men.
“He’s lying, he follows us around because he wants to be included.” He whispered- winking with a lazy grin on his face, echoed laughter sounding in the background soon after.
Atsumu shook his head slightly, looking down at his lap before he stared at the interviewer again. “No, uhm. They’re all great, they’re all really good teammates. I’m glad I can work with them and have the privilege to call them close friends outside of the work environment. They’re all like family to me, I love them dearly.”
He confessed, smiling warmly. The camera then pointed at Kiyoomi, who huffed and crossed his arms.
“I suppose they’re okay when they’re not idiots. But I have to say, having Yaku-kun and Aran-kun there to control them is nice. It was a stroke of luck really, to be grouped with such amazing volleyball players.”
“That’s great! It sounds like you all get along pretty well!”
“Atsumu doesn’t like kageyama or Ushijima.” Kiyoomi pointed out bluntly, earning a whispered hiss from Atsumu. “Why would ya’ say that?”
“Oh? Would you mind elaborating?” Amelia asked, eyes excited at the sound of drama. Sakusa smirked, “Atsumu doesn’t like being switched with Kageyama and he always tries to beat him even though Atsumu’s already a skilled setter.”
“Okay, what about Ushijima?” her voice was eager, making Kiyoomi look at Atsumu with a smirk, who grumpily sunk back and crossed his arms over his chest with a scowl and refused to look at any of them as he spoke.
“He and Omi always had somethin’ going on. Thank God Tendou got Ushijima or else Omi would have never married me.” Kiyoomi smiled fondly, “He was such a dork. I shut him down right after me and, my good friend, broke up.”
“He’d try to woo me, and when we were captains of our teams in our third years, we got closer and I realized a moment too late I liked him back and that I wanted to date him. I went to university and played volleyball there..”
He stopped for a moment before closing his eyes, a smile still kept on his face. “As you guys know, we were both in MSBY black jackals, Atsumu got there first. He visited me when he was off season...and I really fell for him.”
He looked at the ring on his finger, seeming to look back on memories in his mind. “After dancing around each other in MSBY, much to inunaki’s dismay and the others, we finally got together and two years later he proposed.”
His entire demeanor shifted. The camera zoomed in on his hand, which was curling into a fist. “We got a house...and decided we wanted children.”
He looked up, his eyes not seeming as bright as they were before.
It grew quiet, and after a few seconds of it, Amelia spoke up again softly. “Mr. Miya. What kind of person is your husband Atsumu?”
“He’s an amazing person. He may be a nuisance sometimes, but I still love him.” His lips thinned, but then returned to being plump once he started speaking again.
“He took care of me after what happened to our children. We were all grieving, him and I mostly, but he still stuck to me and made sure I was okay. If I didn’t have anyone like him, I’m sure I wouldn’t have been how I am now. And I don’t know how I’ll ever repay him for that.”
The camera focused on the couple, Atsumu looking at his husband with a somber expression whilst the raven continued having his eyes straight in front of him.
“So, based on the information we have of your situation from two years ago, we heard that it was Ms. Sakusa, your sister- was the surrogate of your children. We have no information on her right now, how is she?”
Atsumu offered an awkward laugh, waving his hand dismissively. “We’ll skip this question.” Amelia nodded, an understanding look on her face. “Of course.”
“Well, if you don’t mind. We’re going to take this to what you guys have agreed to.” Without any hesitation, she flipped to the next page of her notebook and spoke up again.
“We haven’t seen you two outside of volleyball for two years since the case regarding your children had brought you two down. The case was closed and deemed a double homicide with the arrest of —— ———-.”
They got the sight of Atsumu raising an eyebrow, Kiyoomi scowling. “They changed his name?” The mic caught Kiyoomi whispering, Atsumu only shrugging in response.
“On October 11th, 2024, on a friday morning, Miya Kiyoomi and his children were in the Miya household whilst Miya Atsumu went out on a grocery run. The house was broken into ten minutes later by a man who threatened and taunted Mr. Miya and his children before striking Kiyoomi on the temple that caused you to pass out, and by what we were told, your children were still alive when you were knocked out but sadly, their lives were taken from them moments later.”
Amelia cleared her throat, looking up as she tapped her pen against the notebook paper.
“It’s a difficult question to answer, but how did the bodies look?”
“What the fuck?” Atsumu blurted out, eyes widening. The camera zoomed on both his and his husband's face.
Kiyoomi held a disgusted grimace while Atsumu only scowled, his muscles tensing as he sat straight up. “What the fuck is this?” He demanded, looking around at the camera crew.
“Which news organization sent you? Who do you think ya’ are asking those insensitive questions?” Atsumu yelled.
Amelia winced but kept her composure. “You’ve already agreed to this interview, you knew that we were going to talk about this matter.”
“But talking about our deceased children’s bodies?” Kiyoomi insinuated with repulsion clear in his voice, a storm clearly brewing on his face.
“You don’t have to answer that question-“ Amelia offered, but Atsumu shook his head “You didn’t have the right to ask it in the first place.” He snapped.
It was quiet, deadly quiet. Then Amelia spoke up again, eyes looking at the now uncomfortable looking curly haired raven. “We wanted to ask, Mr. Miya-“ “Just call me Kiyoomi.” Kiyoomi spoke bitterly, eyebrows furrowed.
“Right...well we wanted to ask how exactly the attack happened. The police didn’t release a lot of information the entire process. We also were- thinking you would care to share your lives as parents”
The raven stared at her for a moment, then rubbing his chin simultaneously before looking up again.
The camera zoomed on his face, the light reflecting off of his skin but the single tear that ran down his face was very clear.
He smiled brokenly.
“What do you even want me to say…?”
THE SEVEN STAGES OF GRIEF-
Stage one:
Shock and Denial.
“I’ll go get the groceries for tomorrow.” “Oh, Atsumu. The kids and I want some ice cream and cookies, bring some as well.” Kiyoomi called after him, the twins placed in his arms from where he sat watching tv with them.
Atsumu nodded, smiling at the sight of his daughter and son, Aya and Ayo, watching spongebob.
”Y’all hear that? I’m gettin’ stuff for y’all’s birthday tomorrow.”
“Make sure to lock the doors.”
“I will.”
He did. He did lock the doors. He even put up the security cameras and everything for their safety. The police were supposed to get there immediately to save his family.
His children were two years old and his husband was twenty eight years old. That’s all they had to do.
“That’s all you had to fucking do.” he gritted out, tears burning down his cheeks. The groceries were left dropped and forgotten on the ground.
Sirens rang around the house, various shouts from policemen and paramedics. Why were they at his home? Were the kids okay? Was Kiyoomi okay?
He stared widely at his house being swarmed, expression horrified with his thick brows pinched. He felt everything around him go dark for a moment, only being able to hear his heart beat in his ears as well as a disturbing ringing sound.
He didn’t know when, but he began running.
“Ya-Ya! Yo-Yo! Kiyoomi!” he screamed frantically as his feet thumped against the pavement of concrete, eyes wide and filled with fear.
He heard shouts calling from behind him, but he didn’t care. He wanted to see if his family was alright.
Once he made it through the entrance, He caught the sight of curly black hair, feeling relief wash over him. “Omi-!” He breathed out, a small smile quirking the corner of his lips up for a moment.
but just for a moment.
His blood turned cold, hands stilling at his sides.
Kiyoomi was curled up, blood dried against the temple of his head, eyelids slightly opened but seeming like there was no life in him. He looked pale.
Atsumu’s breathing quickened, his chest moving up and down rapidly. His hazel eyes flicked over his body, why was there so much blood?
His children, his children. They were in Kiyoomi’s arms, he protected them until the very end. But they were dead as well, by the sight of various wounds all over their bodies.
Atsumu let out an unrecognizable sound before he started bawling uncontrollably, his lips pulling back as saliva dribbled out of his mouth. “No!!”
His knees gave out, dragging himself over his family’s lifeless bodies. Atsumu gasped through his tears, dipping a hand under his husband’s head- feeling Kiyoomi’s clumped curls caused by blood.
“Kiyoomi!” His tears landed on Kiyoomi’s bloodied face, Atsumu’s lips trembling. He brought Kiyoomi’s body close to his, hugging him close as he mourned. “No- this isn’t real.” He tried to convince himself, pressing his forehead against Kiyoomi’s.
Aya- his sweet angel, his beautiful daughter- felt cold against his stomach, she wouldn’t fuss as she usually did when Atsumu would try to wake her. Ayo- his son, his clear reflection- his shy little trouble maker didn’t move either.
Atsumu held them all as much as he could in his arms, sobbing uncontrollably before he started yelling. “Wake up!! Please- I’m beggin’ you guys!! Don’t be upset with me!!”
“Sir! What are you doing here?” A police officer shouted at him, causing the rest of the cops to look at him.
Atsumu only held them tighter, crying harder and harder with each passing second.
“You have to get out of here!” A man, grabbed him by the torso, dragging him backwards. Atsumu grunted, “NO!!” He screamed, desperately trying to get closer to his family again.“Come follow me outside!” “You have to wait out here!-“ “ omi!” He called out, feeling more hands land on his arms.
“Kiyoomi!! It’s me, I’m back!!” Atsumu cried, voice wavering, his eyes filled with even more tears along with a burning feeling in his nose.
“I brought y’all cookies!!” He screamed, fighting against the strong arms making him stumble backwards. “Come on, they’re y’all’s favorite!!”
They had to be alive, or else the ice cream would melt. Kiyoomi hated when ice cream was melted.
Maybe Kiyoomi was mad at him, that’s why he wasn’t responding.
He opted for his children.
“Ya-Ya! Yo-Yo!! It’s me! Dada! Come on, come to me!!” He begged. He was close to the door.
“DADDY’S RIGHT HERE!!! HE’S BACK- IM BACK FOR YOU GUYS!!” He desperately screamed, his hands gripping the doorway.
His children. His children and husband.
On the floor.
blood all over.
The police were here to save them.
they should’ve been alerted.
why weren’t they tending to their bodies?
why weren’t they helping them?
Then it hit him.
They didn’t save his family in time. They were late, probably doing things that God knows what .
“Sir- stop struggling.” “Fuck off-..” he breathed out, still staring straight. He wanted to get to his husband and children, but they wouldn’t let him.
His blood was boiling.
His face was growing hot.
The adrenaline was rushing through his veins.
“Fuck off- Fuck off!!” Screaming as he pushed against an officer, he knocked one of them against the wall, but then was immediately forced onto the ground.
He hated the police.
He hated the fucking government.
“Stay onto the ground, sir!” “SHUT THE FUCK UP!!” he didn’t care if he got arrested, he just wanted to hold his loved ones. That’s all he wanted.
“Please cooperate, Mr. Miya!” A knee dug into the middle of his back, his wrists held together painfully. Atsumu felt like a rabid dog with the way they pinned him to the ground, his cheek pressed too tightly against their wooden floor. “NO!! FUCK YOU GUYS!! MY FUCKING FAMILY IS DEAD BECAUSE OF YOU ASSHOLES THINKING YOU HAVE BETTER THINGS TO DO!! MAYBE YOU WAITED UNTIL AFTER TEN MINUTES TO ARRIVE!!”
“We came as soon as we could-!” “YOU CAME WHEN YOU WANTED TO!! THEY WOULD STILL BE ALIVE IF YOU-!”
“Calm dow-“ “DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO WHEN MY FAMILY IS LYING DEAD IN FRONT OF ME!! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU GUYS?!”
He hiccuped whilst sobbing, starting to shake.
It’s their fault.
It’s all their fault.
His eyesight was blurry, his ears starting to ring again. He glared up at the officer who had him pinned down, his wide bloodshot eyes glaring at him with his teeth gritted. “-fucking kill you.” He hissed, “You killed my family.”
“Hey, this one has a pulse!”
Atsumu stopped struggling at that moment, trying to raised his head but not being able to budge at all. “Stop-!! Who’s alive!! please tell me- who’s alive!!”
“They’re collecting evidence right now. Fingerprints and any clues as to who might’ve killed them.” Atsumu’s father spoke quietly, Atsumu only staring at his clasped hands placed on his lap.
It turned out Kiyoomi was still alive, but he was in bed rest and as soon as he were to wake up- he would be suspected, infuriating Atsumu.
His biggest concern was, how was he going to explain to Kiyoomi that their two children were dead?
How was he going to explain that the two babies they loved and cherished were murdered?
Maybe he already knew? Maybe he watched as his kids were tortured mercilessly—
Stop thinking about it.
“Well they’re a moment too late to catch the fucker aren’t they.” Osamu bit out, his voice hoarse.
Atsumu’s lips trembled, his eyes closing shut as his twin continued.
“I mean, my fucking niece and nephew are dead. Atsumu has the best security in his house which was supposed to alert the cops immediately but they were too late.”
“Osamu, this isn’t needed right now..” Rintarou spoke softly, Komori’s sobs sounding in the background along with Atsumu’s mom.
“I don’t care if it’s needed or not, Ayo and Aya are dead, Kiyoomi’s fucking hurt and unconscious with various wounds- whose fault is it? The people trying to find the murderer, which helps nothing right now! Even better! They’re suspecting Kiyoomi!! The father!!” Osamu snapped hotly, which earned a loud sob from his mother. “Son, please just stop…”
Atsumu bit his lip, his nostrils flaring with his eyebrow twitching.
“I’m just saying, what are they gonna do? Put the murderer in jail for the rest of their life? That’s not nearly enough of what we need- what Atsumu needs! Two year old babies are dead- they were only just growing up!! And then there’s kiyoomi -!!”
“Lower your voice.” His father hissed out, making Osamu stand up beside his twin. “Pa, yer’ grandchildren! Yer son-in-law!”
His voice wavered slightly as he choked out his next words, “My niece! My nephew! My brother-in-law! They didn’t deserve this!”
“We’re all upset.” Suna tried to cut in, ultimately getting interrupted again. “It doesn’t seem like it!” he yelled, his voice blaring in Atsumu’s ears.
“Kiyoomi’s family will come any moment now, act civil!” Atsumu’s father yelled, making Atsumu wince by the boom in his voice, but Osamu didn’t step down.
“Yeah okay, I’ll act civil.”
The chair screeched loudly as he kicked it, Atsumu looking up to see his brother furious, his eyes puffed and red.
“I’ll act civil when I see the fucker who killed them rotting! That’s when I’ll act civil!” “Osamu-“ Rintarou tried, hands going to soothe Osamu but he was shrugged off, the said male walking away whilst shaking his head.
“No, I’m done- I don’t care.” “Ya’ can’t just leave, we have to wait for the police to-“ His father sounded exasperated but Osamu whipped his head around.
Atsumu looked back down.
He was so tired.
“We have to wait for the police. Ironic, isn’t it.- FUCKING IRONIC HUH?! What- what are they goin’ to do? Ask us questions and go on about their day? They don’t sympathize with us- it’s not their family that died!! Don’t ya’ get it? They don’t care. They’re only doin’ this for money.”
With those final words, he turned around and exited the room.
“He has a point.”
Silence.
Then Atsumu stood up, his hair getting in front of his face, not bothering to push the fringe back as he leveled his gaze over everyone.
“This is all bullshit. Whatever we do- it won’t bring my children back. It won’t bring Kiyoomi back easily.”
He leaned forward, whispering. “It’s all utter bullshit.” He leaned back, bowing his head as he kicked his foot against nothing in particular.
“Omi was excited to go on that trip to that island, he wanted the twins to experience the sand and water. Collect seashells- it’s their birthday today...“
He choked on his sobs, watching as tears darkened the carpet below him, tiny dots beside his feet.
His nose started scrunching up, his heart ached with pain.
They were only two years old.
Kiyoomi was probably so scared, having to keep the children safe but he couldn’t.
The wailing from his mother stung him, but kiyoomi was probably shouting at their killer when he barged into their house.
His children were probably crying, anxious as to why their father was yelling in fear.
“I’m going to kill that fucker.” He vowed, glaring up with hatred for his children’s killer.
“I’ll kill him- I’ll fucking kill that bastard!!” Atsumu vowed, seething.
Kiyoomi laughed loudly at Atsumu, who was getting smacked repeatedly on the cheeks by his children.
“I just want a kiss!” He whined.
Aya puffed her chubby cheeks, grey eyes seeming judgmental whilst her brother laughed as if Atsumu’s pain was funny.
Babies are so weird.
“Bah!” Aya glared at him, pointing an accusing finger at Atsumu, only making Kiyoomi laugh harder.
“Is it the beard? You don’t like my beard?” Atsumu cooed at his daughter, who flopped backwards to avoid his kiss.
“Ya-Ya!” Atsumu cried indignantly. “Tsumu, just give her to me.” Kiyoomi chuckled out, walking to them. He did so reluctantly, but he smirked when he stole a kiss from kiyoomi, who glared at him.
“You’re gross.” “Ya’ say that that but yer’ blushing.” Kiyoomi huffed but smiled softly afterwards when Aya buried her head on the crook of his neck.
“I love you guys.” Atsumu whispered, kissing Ayo’s head and Aya’s, who squirmed cutely.
“I love you.” Atsumu looked at Kiyoomi, snorting when Kiyoomi tried to kick him.
“Years of being married and ya’ don’t like it when I tell ya’ how I feel?” The bleached blond teased, being glared at by his husband.
“Omi~” “I love you too.” The raven spoke softly, blinking slowly as his smile only grew.
Atsumu loves them so much.
He fell on his knees, hunching over.
He started laughing hysterically, fingers digging through the carpet.
“There’s no way this is real!! This has to be a nightmare!! Our kids- they’re sleeping in their crib!! They’re gonna learn their new words!! Learn things in school- and grow old!! We’ll be a happy family, right?!”
He looked up, seeing everyone’s pinched expressions, his father crying as he stared down at his son.
“Atsumu, they're both dead..” “Haha-..” he smiled, fingers curling against the carpet.
“Haha-ha hahahAHAHAHA!!” He banged his head against the ground, screaming.
“THIS IS SOME KIND OF SICK AND TWISTED NIGHTMARE!!! ”
“Atsumu- you’ll hurt yourself-!” “I PROMISED THEM A HAPPY LIFE!!”
He wailed in grief, his muscles stiff.
“THEY’RE NOT DEAD!!” “Atsumu-!” Saliva dribbled out of his mouth, mucus clogging his nose.
Aya’s curly dark brown hair was held back with a pink colored hair band, her grey eyes shining as she laughed. She clumsily stepped around Atsumu and Kiyoomi, who were doing push ups.
Ayo’s chocolate eyes shined as well, his dark brown curls styled to the left bobbing whilst he laughed loudly, balancing on Atsumu.
“What’s so funny- huh!” Atsumu roared, stopping his workout to chase after his son, who screamed with joy and tried to run away but was caught in Atsumu’s arms.
“Uh oh, where’s Aya?” Kiyoomi asked, feigning confusion as he looked around, Aya clearly hiding behind the curtain.
He stood up and walked slowly, watching with a grin as his daughter shuffled her small feet around excitedly, giggling at being looked for.
Kiyoomi opened the curtain at the wrong side purposefully, “Aha!!” he heard a squeal from his daughter on the other side. He hummed, shrugging. “I guess Aya isn’t around here~”
He took three steps back, watching in the corner of his eye when Aya peeked her head out of the corner, using it as his chance to whip around and play.
“Got you!!” He acted as if he were a monster, his hands stretching as if they were claws while snarling, deepening his voice.
Aya screamed in mirth, running away but being caught in Kiyoomi’s arms with one long stride.
“What do ya’ say we do with these two little monsters?” Atsumu asked, walking to his husband with Ayo in his arms, who was trying to free himself with loud boisterous laughter.
kiyoomi hummed in thought, scrunching his nose at his daughter while clenching his teeth. “I say we start with their little cute carrot- toes!!”
They took off their socks and started kissing and tickling their tiny feet, their laughter only getting louder.
Atsumu raised an eyebrow at Kiyoomi, smirking. “I say we finish them off with the deadly kiss.”
“Ooh, great idea.” The raven played along, standing closer to Atsumu so both the twins were beside each other.
“One.” Atsumu started, “two.” Kiyoomi continued. “Three!!” They finished. They pressed a long kiss on each twin's cheek.
Aya on her left whilst Ayo on his right.
They over exaggerated with their long kissing sound, enjoying their kids snorts or giggles that followed after their laughter.
This felt so right
Atsumu whimpered, the swell in his heart painful. “Please… they can’t be dead. They’re such angels...there’s no way…” he bowed on the ground, head hung low as he sobbed.
“I’m sorry…” came a voice above him, but he didn’t care who it was.
He just wanted his children back.
“I’ll kill him…” he cried, forehead throbbing painfully. “Dada!”
He’ll kill whoever thought it was a good idea to murder his children.
“That must’ve been really hard on you two...i’m sorry for my inappropriate question earlier..” Amelia apologized whenever Atsumu finished up on his part. Atsumu narrowed his eyes, waving her off. “Make sure it never happens again.”
“I remember the exact moment where i noticed something was wrong..” Kiyoomi spoke softly, having the camera focus on him again from the front. Atsumu looked at him, rubbing his back in a comforting manner.
Amelia’s pen clicked, ready to write. Kiyoomi took it as his cue to start speaking again. “I was on my phone talking to my older brother who was asking about the kids. The kids were watching spongebob as i said before, but then i think Ayo heard something because he looked to the side minutes before the break in happened.”
Kiyoomi blinked to the side, wearing a trembling smile.
“I remember he pointed at the direction, smiling at me saying ‘dada?’. I told him- no honey, that’s not dada...i thought it was just an animal outside or something. I should’ve looked into it…”
He sighed, his eyes half opened with his lips faltering his smile. “That way our babies would still be alive...me begging made it worse for them…”
“Stop it, omi...it wasn’t your fault…” Atsumu whispered to him, leaning in close to his face to kiss his temple, hugging him close with one arm.
“Tsumu...they were so happy before he broke in. They were waiting and laughing...oh god- I wish they took me instead of them…”
“Kiyoomi, stop. We’ve been over this…” Amelia waited a couple of more seconds before she continued.
“You were the last person with your children. It’s been said for a couple of weeks that they investigated you and treated you as a suspect, Mr. Kiyoomi.”
“The investigator assigned to you manipulated you into saying the truth, she believed you murdered your children and that you were at fault for their deaths. Thankfully she was relieved from her duties of working there due to foul play. If you don’t mind- will you explain furthermore on what happened during that time?”
Kiyoomi nodded stiffly.
“Please be careful when you move around.” Kiyoomi blinked rapidly, the bright lights shining against his eyes hurting him, and now he was seeing purple splotches everytime he looked to the side or front.
Kiyoomi was getting handcuffed by two men towering over him where he laid on the hospital bed, Tears slipped out of his eyes without him even noticing. The men stopped for a second before continuing, brushing off his crying.
“You can shoot me- but please , leave my kids alone. Please.” He hadn’t realized there were tears in his eyes until something warm streaked down his cheek.
His lips pulled back as he cried, eyelids squinting with dipped brows. “ Please, I'm begging you. Take our money- take anything but please don’t hurt them.” The man only stared down at him for a few moments before he let out a low chuckle. “You had your chance.”
Kiyoomi’s eyes widened before his jaw was kicked back, his neck cracking.
Everything went black.
“Let’s go Mr. Miya.”
He was sitting down on a wheelchair, having his hands sat on his lap to stare at. Why was he being arrested? He was being let out from his hospital room, and the smell of alcohol and medicine filled his senses.
Maybe his kids were around here...Atsumu was probably with them…
Atsumu.
He looked up, the anesthesia still in effect making his movements slower than usual. “Sir…” the male looked down, “hm?”
“Do you know where my husband is?” He asked quietly, but he really did want to know. Did Atsumu even understand what happened? Was he with their kids? Was he caring for them? Is he okay?
“He’s currently in the waiting room. We'll make our way down there.” Kiyoomi looked forward again, only this time he was feeling his need to see his husband grow stronger.
It was quiet from the elevator to the lobby. That is until he saw- not Atsumu- but his twin.
Osamu.
Osamu looked at him directly, straightening up and already running his direction. “Kiyoomi!” “Osamu..” he whispered out, still maintaining his blank expression.
Osamu smiled, but it faltered when he trailed his eyes over him. “Fuck...you’re really bruised up…” really? He didn’t feel anything. “We’ve been worried about ya’, you’ve been out for a while- uh.”
“What the hell are the handcuffs for?” Osamu asked, his tone more furious out of nowhere. He directed his question at the officers, who leveled their gazes with Osamu’s.
“We'll be asking him some questions, an investigator is already there in the police station to ask Mr. Miya some questions. Now if you’ll let us through.”
Osamu's eyes widened, mouth agape. “Y’all are actually serious about that? Can’t ya see the injuries on him?!”
“We need to make sure he’s innocent-“ “he’s the father! For as long as I’ve known him- he’s not capable of that sort of thing--!“
“Anyone is capable of anything.” One of them interrupted, and that faltered Osamu’s argument completely.
But he wasn’t backing down. “Well still, I don’t--!" “Omi!” Kiyoomi’s lower lip quivered. “Atsumu…” Atsumu ran over to him with concern drawn over his face, his eyes wide.
He stopped next to his twin, who pulled his dark brown hair back frantically with a brush of his fingers. Atsumu landed on his knees, cupping either side of Kiyoomi’s face.
“Are ya alright?? How are ya’??” Kiyoomi held Atsumu’s hands, feeling more of his warm tears trail down his cheeks.
“ ‘m okay….” His voice cracked, his nostrils burning. Atsumu started tearing up, voice quivering as he spoke up. “Oh darling, your face is all bruised up…”
“Alright. We have to keep on moving.” Atsumu looked up, irritated. “Can’t I speak to my husband first? Where are y'all even going?”
“They’re going to investigate him as if he were the criminal.” Osamu grounded out. Atsumu stood up from his spot, and Kiyoomi already missed his warm touch.
“Are you kidding me? You guys haven’t even given him the chance to heal properly! Look at him- he’s barely able to keep his head up!”
“We’ve been given instructions to drive him there to the police station immediately after he’s woken up.” “Do you even know who we are?-”
“We know you guys are famous around here, the public will go mad if we don't get on this case immediately. We’re keeping peace here- we’re obligated to keep this pace up.”
Atsumu bristled, mouth scowling with his muscles tensing up. “You value the peace of the public more than you value the lives of my son and daughter?! You practically dragged my husband out of the bed!! If ya wont do this properly then we don’t want your help!! We’ll go to somebody else!!”
“Where will we go?” Osamu asked him, already getting his phone out to make a call. “Sir-” “No, listen to Mr. Miya. He’s right, we shouldn’t rush things.” Kiyoomi looked behind him at the sound of a deep feminine voice.
There was a woman who wore a suit with heels holding coffee, her skin tannish with freckles decorating her cheeks and nose. Her light brown hair was up in a bun, bangs hanging off of each side of her face.
“Who the hell are you.” Atsumu grunted out, focusing his attention on her now, wary.
She smiled, but it didn’t meet her eyes.
“I’m a crime investigator for the law enforcement. I’m in charge of what’s happening and why it’s happening. And I'll be the one responsible for asking your husband questions.”
She took a long sip of her coffee, ignoring the angry baffled expressions on Atsumu and Osamu’s face as well as Kiyoomi’s narrowed expression.
After a long moment, she dropped her smile, looking straight at Kiyoomi. “I’m Laura Castaño.”
“There was something I didn't like about her from the beginning.” Atsumu spoke up, shifting in his seat to use his hands as gestures.
“She always had this eerie aura around her. She always got what she wanted, by what others have said- but then when Kiyoomi was introduced to her, she went completely berserk after a while.”
Kiyoomi snorted, letting a hand drag down his face as he let out a dry chuckle. “She was a very convincing woman, i must admit. Very good with her words. I could tell Osamu didn’t like her at the very start, as well as Rintarou.”
“Those two and Komori were the ultimate reason as to why we won the case, actually. They deserve more credit than what our lawyers and what we received.”
Atsumu stared at Amelia expectantly , who was writing down even more by the second, a surprised look on her face.
“It has only been mentioned a couple of times that those three helped close the case.” “We owe a lot to them for their help. Without them, Atsumu and I wouldn’t even be here at this point.” Kiyoomi spoke solemnly, Atsumu reaching for his hand to caress once again.
“Could we continue where we left off?”
Kiyoomi wasn’t allowed to leave the hospital for two days more days. It had seemed the strange woman had given into his family’s demands on letting him rest more. And in those two days he couldn’t see Atsumu at all.
In case Kiyoomi was the criminal, they didn’t want him and Atsumu to make up a story in how it all went. Why would they even make up a story in the first place?
What was there to tell? Kiyoomi and his children were attacked and he just wanted to see them to check how they were doing.
Hopefully they were just resting and eating. Maybe Kioomi’s family was with them. Or Atsumu’s family, who knows.
Today was the day he was going to be sent to the Police department to be asked questions. If that’s all it takes to see his children, then he’ll say the truth and only the absolute truth.
There was a knock on the door.
And then a low creak before a familiar voice sounded, “Kiyoomi?”
Kiyoomi looked up, eyes landing on Komori.
Motoya teared up almost immediately, and Kiyoomi felt his heart churn painfully at his cousin’s wail. “Kiyoomi!! You’re okay!!”
Arms wrapped around him tightly, his arms went up to do the same but he felt so weak. He only managed to rest his hands on Komori’s broad back.
“My god, I’m so sorry for what happened...you must be so scared…”
Kiyoomi shut his eyes, his eyebrows scrunching up. He thought he wasn’t allowed to see any of them at all.
“Mori, why are you here? I thought you weren’t allowed to be here…” Komori sighed, soon giving them space as he separated himself from him.
“They gave me a bit of time with you before they take you over to the police station today.” “Will you guys be there?”
Komori nodded, “yes we’ll all be there in the waiting room.” Kiyoomi frowned, holding onto his cousin's forearms.
“What about Ayo and Aya? Who’ll be with them?”
Komori’s eyes widened at that question, his face changed completely.
“What do you mean?” His voice was shaky, seeming terrified. And for the first time in three days, kiyoomi felt alarmed.
“Aya and Ayo...who’s with them right now. Are they alright?”
Komori’s tears slid down his cheeks, covering his mouth with the back of his hand while the other held onto Kiyoomi’s forearm.
“Oh, kiyoomi…”
The door opened up again to reveal the same guys who picked him up last time. Only he felt uneasy and fragile now, he didn’t know what was going to happen now.
The ride there was quiet, and the police officers who drove him there didn’t speak a word to him, only gave him a few looks. They were unprofessional about this whole thing, but Kiyoomi just wanted to see his husband and kids.
Kiyoomi jumped when the door opened next to him, the police officer only stared at him blandly. “Let’s get going.”
Kiyoomi stumbled slightly when he was forced in front of the men, looking back to see cars that belonged to his family members park.
“Keep going.” One of them instructed with annoyance in his voice. “Come on, man. We don’t know if he’s guilty. Take it easy on him.” The officer's partner commented, taking Kiyoomi’s wrists instead, which was much more gentler than before.
“Mr. Miya!” Kiyoomi was greeted with the sight of Laura from two days ago. She wore a friendly smile while waving at him.
He couldn’t manage to smile back.
It was funny how he was taller than the police officers when he straightened up, which caused one of them to straighten up as well.
“How are you?” She asked, looking up at him. Kiyoomi frowned, but he shrugged, his voice not working at the moment.
“Of course. Would you mind following me?” ‘I don’t have much of a choice now do i?’ Kiyoomi thought bitterly, following her when she was already walking away.
“So I’m sure you’ve heard. You’re being a suspect in what happened recently.” Which is stupid. Because how could you even attack your own children.
They opened the door for him, taking him inside a small room with a table and a chair right behind it. Presumably for him to sit in.
“Omi!!” Kiyoomi immediately turned his head. Atsumu. “Atsumu!” He called, hearing the deep voices of men calling after Atsumu as well.
Atsumu shoved past them and hugged kiyoomi like there was no tomorrow. Kiyoomi wanted to hug back, but his hands were handcuffed.
He did bury his head on the crook of his neck. Atsumu was always so good at hugs. He missed this. It felt like forever that kiyoomi had the chance to cling to his husband.
“Baby, I’ve missed you.” Atsumu whispered against him, and kiyoomi nodded agreeingly. “Me too. Me too I’ve missed you.”
“You two- separate right now-“ “no no. Let them.” Laura spoke dryly, but Kiyoomi couldn’t find it in himself to even give a fuck.
Atsumu cupped his face, “You’ll be okay, they’ll just ask questions. Then we’ll do something, we’ll find out what the hell happened.”
He knew what happened already, though. Kiyoomi and their children got attacked.
Ayo and Aya.
“Atsumu, who are with the kids right now?” He asked, voice desperate. Komori didn’t answer him earlier. It was starting to get to him.
Where are his children?
It frustrated him how Atsumu had the same reaction Komori did, only he seemed more horrified.
“Omi...Omi did they not tell you anything?”
Kiyoomi’s breath was getting easier to lose these days. What did he mean? What did he mean?!
“Alright. Get in. Mr. Miya can watch from the outside. I’ll be alone with Mr. Kiyoomi.”
Kiyoomi shook his head, “Atsumu. What do you mean? What haven’t they told me?” Atsumu craned his head over Kiyoomi’s shoulder, seeming to fixiate a look at Laura’s face.
“I need to be the one to tell him- he doesn’t know. Give us a couple of minutes.” “No. We’re going right now. Stay down, Mr. Miya.” “Wait-“
Kiyoomi was already being dragged in the room, Atsumu being pulled from him and only being able to stare at him with wide eyes.
The door clicked shut.
He sat down with Laura in front of him, his head bowed as he panted from struggling.
“How are you today, Mr. Miya?” Kiyoomi kept his gaze down, not knowing how to relax. What was Atsumu going to tell him?
He looked up to the mirror behind Laura’s head. Atsumu was probably looking at him right now without him knowing.
“Mr. Miya.” Kiyoomi snapped his attention over to Laura, who had a very calm look on her face. He thinned his lips before speaking.
“I want to see my kids.” He whispered out, ignoring her question from earlier. She raised an eyebrow, her eyes examining him slowly before she blew out a sigh.
“Mr. Miya, your kids were murdered.”
For the first time in two days.
For the first time in two fucking days.
He got to know what happened to his children.
Tears built up in his eyes almost immediately, maybe they were already there.
“Ah-...”
Kiyoomi let out a sound he couldn’t recognize, and then he started bawling, his mouth wide with saliva dribbling out.
He held his children more than a few days ago, they were still alive and well- there was no way their lives could be taken so easily! He was protecting them!
His shoulders hunched up, loud sobs were ripped from his throat. Ayo and Aya were smiling at him- right before everything happened.
There was no way they were dead, If he went to the hospital right now they would be looked after by his or Atsumu’s parents.
But he saw their cars outside.
What if he called out to them? Would both their heads peak out of the corner? As usual Ayo would have peeked out first and until he smiled Aya would follow suit.
His back hunched over, not being able to breathe properly at all.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”
“Seeing and watching didn’t help with anything. The fact that i wasn’t the one who told him that our children were murdered infuriates me. I thought it made sense at the time, because that’s an investigator, they told people if their loved one’s passed away, right?”
Atsumu shook his head.
“She’s a sick and twisted woman. I understand her background and what she must’ve gone through....but that’s not Kiyoomi’s fault at all. I’ll never forgive her for everything that she’s said to him.”
The camera caught sight of Kiyoomi biting his lip and shutting his eyes tightly.
Laura had left Kiyoomi by himself in the room for an hour since he was either sobbing uncontrollably or laughing hysterically in disbelief.
She had asked him questions before, but he couldn’t respond due to his words being caught up in his throat while crying.
When she finally came back with a police officer, he was just sitting there with half closed eyes. Quiet and spacing off.
Empty looking.
“Mr. Miya, i want you to look at these pictures.”
Smacks against the table and then multiple images of either blood or Ayo and Aya on the floor showed up under Kiyoomi’s eyes.
His breathing started quickening up. Eyes widening slowly.
“I want you to look at each of these images slowly. Let them get stuck in your mind and think about your next answers to the questions I’m about to ask you.”
Kiyoomi let out sounds when he sobbed dryly, his eyes hurting from the continuous crying.
It hurt to cry.
It hurt too much to look at the images.
“Look at this first image.”
It was both the twin’s blankets stained in blood, a tiny dark bloody handprint on it.
“Can you explain to me what this is? Just to jog your memory for you to tell me what exactly happened. Trust me, I would ask somebody stable right now but it seems you’re the only option.”
She laughed as if it was the funniest thing in the world. Kiyoomi could only keep his eyes trained on the bloodied pink and blue blankets.
“Those are Ayo and Aya’s blankets...they were huddled in them up on my lap since it was a bit cold…”
A click of the pen and then sounds of writing.
“Do you know why they were bloodied up? Why were they even involved in the whole attack?”
Loud crying and wails rang in Kiyoomi’s ears.
“I tried covering them up when he broke in. For their safety, It was useless though...because both the twins like attention and got excited when they heard the newcomers voice.”
“I see. What about this?” She slid another image in, this time it was the tv remote that had a couple of missing buttons.
“I was being hit on the head with that repeatedly. I think he hit Ayo’s head with that first, I interjected, that’s why I was hit afer.”
“Al-right. And this?” Kiyoomi furrowed his eyebrows at the next image. That was his belt.
“I don’t remember my belt being part of the attack.” “Well it had a lot to do with the attack. I’m going to show you the next images of your children, prepare yourself.”
Images of Aya’s bruised back and thighs were presented to him.
He froze with wide eyes, his lower lip quivering. “What?” he whispered out, shock hitting him like a train.
“An image of her face was also shown, bruised.” He felt like throwing up, there was no way that was the same Aya he saw before he was knocked out.
She looked brutally beaten, most of the bruises on her were because of brutal punches, not from the belt.
“And here are some images of your son.”
Kiyoomi shut his eyes, looking away. That was too much of a horrific sight.
“As you saw for a moment, a knife was used on him. He wasn’t beaten, thankfully. But it seems like he was played around with for a few moments.”
“Mr. Miya, it seems they were still alive after you were knocked out.”
That’s why he was so confused as to why his children were dead, because he was so sure they were alive before he got knocked out.
“There’s more to it, but we’ll hold that up to tomorrow since you’re not feeling so well. I want you to answer my questions right now, though.”
Kiyoomi looked in front of him again when she took the images away, tears pooled up with his lower lip quivering.
His heart was aching so painfully.
“Did you have any part in the break in and double homicide that took place on October 11th, 2024?” Kiyoomi’s eyes fixiated on Laura.
He was seething.
“Why would you even ask me that.”
Was she stupid? Was she fucking stupid? How could he have any part of that? He loves his children with all of his entire being, what kind of sick freak did she think he was?
“This is me questioning for a reason. I don’t ask useless questions. Answer me.”
“No! Why would I ever do that to my children? Huh? What part of that whole thing did you think I had something to do with the break in or homicide?!”
“Take his handcuffs off.” Kiyoomi tensed up almost immediately, his cheeks heating up from the anger he was feeling.
His anger turned into frustrated tears.
“Give me your hands. Show me your knuckles.” He eyed her warily, but he couldn’t keep in his sobs, “I won’t bite. Trust me.”
He can trust her.
She’s an investigator.
She helps and says the truth.
He didn’t even notice his hands were shaking when he brought them up to her. She held them, studying in his knuckles for a slow minute.
“The bruises?”
He knew what she was insinuating.
“I was defending them at first before I started holding them close to me. I punched but he then stabbed me. That’s where they came from, plus I was practicing for volleyball not so long ago for a game against the American volleyball team.”
“Mr. Miya, I understand fully. The evidence against you is very minimal and the murderer of your children left no trace at all. Although, the very fact that you’re alive and that your kids died, mr. Miya, shows a lot.”
Kiyoomi’s mind started racing. That did seem suspicious.
Even so, it wasn’t him that was guilty. They were looking at the wrong person.
“No! I did my best fighting against him! He had a gun and all I could do was use my arms to hold them close and shield them from him!”
Her eyes were unbelieving, her smile was fake.
It made his skin crawl.
He tore his hands away from her grip, his voice desperate to win her over. She has to believe him.
“He came at us and beat us!! I was holding them so I couldn't defend them or myself! I did my Goddamn best!! I didn’t want them to get killed! I tried my best!!”
Laura only grinned wider, “Are you repeating those words to convince yourself? Keep going, feel free to continue.”
But he didn’t do it. He’s innocent. He didn’t kill his children.
He stood up from his chair while slamming his hands on the table, seeing in the corner of his eye that the police officer was already making his way towards him but she stopped him with a hand.
“What the hell are you talking about?! I couldn’t focus on where to hide or attack! Ayo and Aya were crying and crying because of the loud bangs!! I’m sorry!! But to tell a father who lost his children- who wishes it was him instead- that he’s suspicious?!”
He couldn’t tell what she was thinking, the glint in her eye was scary.
“You couldn’t at the very least use more of your sense to make sure your husband locked down the house before you left? It seems you didn’t try your best’ like you’re saying.”
He froze, his heart dropping.
“Repeating that you did doesn’t change the fact that you may be at fault for the death of your kids, Mr. Miya.”
Kiyoomi slowly sunk down in his seat, shaking as he brought a hand up to grip his hair and the other gripping the edge of the table.
Maybe it was his fault.
It’s his fault his children are dead.
He could’ve done more like she said.
Made sure the doors were locked and that the safety of their children were guaranteed.
“So it’s my fault?.....”