She’s no good. Those three words repeated themselves in Yusuke’s conscious. Endlessly. Painfully. These were the exact words a mother figure used to describe her very own daughter. Even if fostered.. what kind of heartless demon would say, let alone believe such garbage? Yusuke could not claim to know the girl very well– hell, he barely knew her for a whole day. But he understood one thing for a simple fact; She did not deserve such treatment.
Fist tightened for another swing, but was forced to stop before he was even given a chance to cock his arm back again. Gaze snapped to the girl that had called out to him. Her frame obviously tense and discomfort plastered upon her visage due to the the sight she had bared witnessed to. But before a single word could escape his lips, an object had been hurled passed him, colliding with Aiko’s shielding form. This only angered the delinquent further.
Yusuke charged at the elderly woman, despite Aiko taking hold of his hand. With the remaining free hand, Yusuke gripped the fabric of her clothing and pulled the old woman towards him. Although faced with a less that pleasing spectacle, Yusuke continued to glare before shouting into her face. “What the fuck is wrong with you, hag?! It’s one thing to be an ugly troll on the outside, but how the hell can you be uglier on the inside too?! You don’t deserve her as a daughter! You don’t deserve jack shit!” He released her, tossing the woman to the ground, creating another loud thud.
Turning on his heel, still hand-in-hand with Aiko, Yusuke lead the girl towards the door, twisting the knob and pulling in order to open the door, giving them access to freedom. Yet Yusuke halted in his tracks, taking a moment to turn his head over his shoulder for one final goodbye and walking off.
“.. But you do deserve one thing and that’s dying alone.”
Her ears fell deaf to her mother’s angry words afer Yusuke’s last comment. Aiko was amazed that he would do something like this for her. After countless years of her mother’s crude behavior she had almost began to believe she was worthless and that her mother’s words were true. But just like anyone else that would be going through her situation, she had that little bit of hope that it would all end. And it seems like that moment would be now. It seemed that any of her false hopes were right -- and she had a savior. Yusuke saved her from the one thing she couldn’t find strength to fight against, and was offering a home as well.
But again, she spoke no words when they exited the home. She had so many thoughts swimming through her mind. Would she come after them? What if something bad happens to Yusuke? What if she finds out where she is? She was worried to say the least, but also happy. Was this the right moment to cry? Maybe so. If they were sad or happy tears, she couldn’t tell. But with quivering arms, she dropped her bags to the cool ground, ungrasping his hand. She turned, arms wrapping around his neck in a bone crushing hug (or with the strength she had). “ . . . . Thank you. “ She felt like her actions and words were enough but she’d pay him back for his gratitude at some point.
She lingered for a moment, trying to cease her tears and emotions, before pulling away with the toothiest smile. She plucked her bags from beneath them, hosting them over her arms. Sniffling, she held her hand out once more. “ Lead the way, Yusuke! “
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