* This is just a blurb hope you all enjoy*

"Where is she?" Red son huffed impatiently.

Y/n was late....again. As typical as this phenomenon was, she had never been this tardy.

Worry ebbed at Red Son's chest as he considered searching her out. With the aid of his flames and car it wouldn't take long, perhaps with the bull clones-

"I'm here!" Y/n burst through the tree line waving a hand at him. Her chest heaved with labored breaths when she paused Infront of him.

"Well it's about time!" Red Son chided. "Where on earth were you? I was beginning to get wo-" Red Son clamped his mouth shut once he realized his fumble.

Y/n looked up at him with a risen eye brow.

"Warm." Red Son corrected. "It's scalding out today. I'd rather not over heat you know." He folding his arms glancing away.

Y/n seemed to study him a moment.

"Uh huh." She mused disbelievingly.

"Listen here you little- where did you get that?"

Y/n stiffened as Red Son noted the large bruise just under her eye.

"Get what?" She asked, her tone remained perfectly nonchalant but suddenly her gaze refused to meet his. She acted as though she was glancing away which allowed her hair to cover the offensive bluish purple skin.

Red Son, however, frowned.

"Don't take me for a fool, peasant girl. The bruise right-" he moved her hair aside only to have Y/n flinch violently.

"Sorry." She excused swiftly with an embarassedly smile. "Jumpy. Oh you mean my bruise, I fell face first. Pft clumsy am I right?" He spoke quickly and dismissively.

"I suppose." Red son responded slowly trying to process her retort. Y/n was not clumsy. She was a force to be reckoned with wether on the battlefield or not. Any less would not have captured his interest.

"Anyway, you want to train or chat?" Y/n challenged snapping his train of thought.

Red Son took up a defensive position.

"Go on and try it, peasant girl."

Y/n grinned and raced towards him.

Some time later.

Red Son studied Y/n as she packed her belongings together. Training had been...odd.

She didn't take his attacks quite as well as she usually did. And one particular hit to her back had sent her face first into the dirt. He hadn't even struck hard, infact he has been holding back more than usual. Something was amiss.

Once she has finished packing Red Son grasped her duffle bag.

"Finally. Let's be on our way."

"Red, what are you doing?" Y/n arched a brow at him folding her arms.

Red Son's heart skipped a beat at the look but he ignored it.

"What does it look like? I'm walking you home."

Panic flitted across Y/n's features. And she reached for her bag.

"No, you can't."

Red Son tugged the bag away holding it out of reach. His resolve turned to stone.

"Why?"

Y/n's panic turned to frustration.

"Because I said so! That is more than enough reason." She offered her hand palm up. "Give me my bag, Red."

Red Son considered pushing for an answer but an idea clicked in his mind. So, he handed over the bag simply.

"Fine. Fiiiine. Be my guest."

Y/n hung the bag off her shoulder and Red Son tapped her shoulder.

"Try to keep your feet under you this time."

Y/n laughed.

"Whatever you say, Red Boy."

Red Son typically growled at the nickname but he hardly blinked at it this time.

You shrugged and waved goodbye as you walked away. It took enough effort just to force that laugh and hold your duffle bag. You didn't need the stress of mind of trying to understand why Red Son didn't get annoyed today. You had more than enough stress already.

Your back seared from Red Son's blow. It took all of your will power to ignore it. At very least until you were out of eyesight. You turned a corner and breathed a sigh of relief.

There would be no pestering questions if you winced or flinched slightly.

The truth was your bruise had come from a poor interaction with your mother. She was... absolutely insane to be honest. She would scream at you over the most idiotic things, threaten your younger sister if you fought back, and vanish randomly to go who knew where.

Today's encounter had been her accusing you of swiping her cigarettes. You had zero interest in smoking, or anything of hers at all. She had gone through your belongings and raced around the house screaming like a lunatic.

When you had ignored her tantrum, she had grabbed your younger sister by her hair. Your sister has screamed for your help and well...you had lost your patience.

To be fair, you had attacked first. She hadn't won. But now you had to get home before your younger sister, or she may have to pay for your actions.

Your shoes clicked against the pavement as you quickened your pace. Her school bus came to her drop off at about 3;30. You glanced at your wrist watch. It was 3:20. Ten minutes, you could make it if you hurried.

That was the moment you realized you had an odd feeling. As though someone was watching you. You tossed a glance over your shoulder. No one was on the sidewalk behind you. Your stomach twisted, but you ignored it.

Instead you simply quickened your pace. The feeling persisted the entire walk home but you pressed it aside. Soon enough you came to your front door. With a deep breath you reached for the door knob only to be cut off by a scream.

Your blood chilled and you grabbed the knob but it refused to turn. The door was locked.

You dropped your duffle bag and ran to your window. The latch was locked as well and more screams were sounding from inside. Panic raced through you as you searched for a rock.

A loud bang cut your search short as you realized it came from the front door. Looking around the edge of your house you saw flames creeping around the doorframe. The door had vanished from view and a bit of red cloth disappeared into the house.

Your gut dropped and you raced to the front door. The screams had ceased now but that brought you no peace of mind. You paused in the door way only to see your mother laying on the floor unconscious and Red Son on bent knee speaking with your little sister.

She had taken shelter below the table. She hugged her knees close to her as tears spilled down her cheeks.

"If it suits you just stay there. Your sister will be here soon."

Just then your shock broke.

"What is going on here?!" You demanded walking over the fallen door.

Red Son got up.

Your sister raced over and hugged you tightly.

Calming your nerves you picked up your sister and looked at Red Son awaiting answers.

Red Son was extinguishing the flames. He stepped over your mother. You didn't miss the scathing glare he threw at her as he worked.

This made it clear that he was not ready to explain at the moment, instead you decided to calm your sister and ask her.

After much consoling and many tears your sister explained that your mother was livid when she arrived home. Your mother had locked the door and picked up a knife. Your sister has hidden under the table when Red Son kicked the door in.

You assured your sister that Red Son would never hurt her, nor you. Your sister has begun to calm down so you offered her your phone allowing her to play on it.

Then you went back into the living room where Red Son appeared to be meditating.

Your mother was gone from sight. Your gut roiled as you walked over.

"Red?"

Red Son sucked in a breath but didn't open his eyes.

"Yes?"

You knelt down Infront of him.

"Where is my mother?"

Now Red Son's eyes opened at that question and he folded his arms.

"She's on the couch. How is your sister?"

"She's ok. Thank you, for helping her."

Red Son huffed.

"You didn't tell me any of this."

You twisted your hands nervously.

"Well I- wait! How did you know?!"

If you weren't mistaken, Red Son's cheeks twinged pink but he glanced away.

"Well I knew you were lying about the bruise and I may have come to investigate."

You sighed then pressed a kiss to his cheek.