#nikoshi motherfucking doe

[sadboyayeron]

THE ONLY VALID MORIYAMA Nikoshi Doe

I came up with this Idea of Kevin having to raise Rikos son who’s name I decide would be Nikoshi Doe aka Niko

Enjoy

So If you Read “Tapping on my Chamber door” 

You know Nikoshi’s mother, Naima Dixon was born in Jamaica but came to the states at a young age after her mom past away.  She lived in the Bronx with her Aunt. She had tight curls aften in box breads or corn cornrows and dark skin with light brown eyes. She was 5’8.  Had a muscular build from all the years of track and had a scholarship to run at Eager Allen University. She was soon to have a spot on the olympic team for long jump, 100, 200 and 400 meters. She was then pregnant with Nikoshi after her and Riko started there little hook up.  The knew of each other but they first met in class.  She noticed Riko looking at her.

“Like what you see.”  I was trying to catch him off guard but he didn’t even look surprise.  But then he smiled.  Something sharp that left me feeling tingly, similar to how I feel before racing.  

“Not to bad, no.”  He chuckled, looked me up and down before he landed back on my eyes, “Want to sit.”

He left me in a trance and I took a seat next to him and sat my books in front of me.  I tucked some braids behind my ear and looked at him again, he was looking back with a smug smile on his face.  

At first I was thinking Nikoshi was Rikos frozen sperm and his mother was forced by Rikos uncle to have him BUT I decide that Riko died before he knew about Naima being pregnant She found out she was pregnant and went to Riko’s uncle for help and he said to give him the kid and she could get her scholarship Back.  So she agreed naming him “Nico” but sadly she died while giving birth from bleeding out. Tesuji doesn’t use that name and changes it to ‘Nikoshi’ stripping him of any last name (Doe) putting the kid into the system in the same place she grow up in Bronx. Ichirou is informed of Nikoshi ten years later after having his Uncle killed. Who then informs kevin.

Nikoshi is from the Bronx has a accent when he speaks. He knows Spanish because of the amount of Dominican and Puerto Rican foster parents he’s had.  Kinda understands broken english two because one of his foster brothers was from Jamaica which is cool because he knows he’s half Jamaican and some type of asian. He wears beat up high top jordan 1s baggy ripped jeans and long sleeves with a baggy jacket. He plays soccer because the system put him on a team and he’s very fast. He didn’t have much clothes but his best ones are the uniforms and he’s fine with that. He also plays street basketball and baseball with some kids in the area.

Kevin has to take Nikoshi in, according to Ichirou. Bringing Neil and Andrew with him. Ichirou just sent him a picture a kid and he was confused until he got that call that explained everything. He doesn’t need to explain who the kid is because you can clearly tell from the picture. Though the kid has milk cholclate skin, and curly hair that falls around his head in a fro.

When he frist sees Nico he has a scrape scab on his cheek, bruises on his wrist and purple knuckles. His ears a surprisingly pierced.

They find out Nikoshi Doe goes by Niko, he likes chocolate and cafe con leche (coffee), he likes shoes, he likes the color green, he uses a lot of slang and sometimes uses broken english and spanglish words, he’s quite but hyper and doesn’t know how to say still, asks why a lot, he hates math and likes to read, he loves listening to music it’s his safe place, he was diagnosed with ADHD/ADD and takes a pill in the morning and after noon on school days, he doesn’t like the way the pills make him feel, he likes Bee, Bee suspects Niko my be Borderline but it’s hard to tell, Kevin explains Riko was too.  When they go to pick up Nikoshi they are informed of his diagnoses. 

“So Kevin Day, It is very nice to meet you my husband loves watching you guys play Exy,” She smiled at them and then opened a drawer in her desk pulling out two folders.“ Now these paper were just printed out today.  One from Nikoshi’s Doctor and another from his psychologist.”  Kevin straightened his back more at that.

“Psychologist?”  She looked up at Kevin.

“Yes, a lot of children in foster care go to see a therapist.  It helps cope with abandonment and makes sure the kids are transitioning well in their new homes.”  She opened one of the folders.  “Nikoshi saw a therapist who recommended him to a psychologist.  He was diagnosed with ADHD/ADD and given medication.  He went through three different medications before he was put on Focalin XR.  His biggest issues are impulsivity, managing feelings, and energy.  There is more information in the folder with getting the prescription at a pharmacy and things to know about his behavior.  He takes Focalin every morning before school, its not needed on the weekends but to long off it isn’t the best idea.  Though if you want him off the medication, if you ever come to adopting him you can do that.”  She looked towards the other two. “Will you two be helping take care of Nikoshi.”

“Yeah we are, is there anything else we need to know.  If he needs a therapist we already got that covered.  We can send her the information.”  Neil replied with a bored tone but

“Thats good to know, he just saw the doctor last week.  He gained some weight and is now at a more healthier weight then he was before.”  She sighed. “You have to reminded him to eat, he forgets to and he doesn't ask for food.  The foster home he was just at was good with keeping a schedule, he ate, took his meds, ate at school, had a snack at home, soccer practice and then dinner.  He gets distracted and has little habits that cause him focus to much on random things.  The meds take away his hunger also, so it important that he finishes.”  She then closed both folders and stacked them together before sliding them to Kevin.  

Kevin didn’t know how to process that.  This information sounded to familiar.  He always had to remind Riko to eat something.  Riko would go days without eating, or sleeping, or even both.  It got so bad the master had to tube feed him because he past out and didn’t get back up.  Niko always got back up.  He was taken out of his thoughts when the lady, Jennifer stood.  He picked up the folders and got up following Andrew and Neil out the door.  Nikoshi was still sitting in his chair, he was singing his legs slowly and seemed fixated on his hands.

“Nikoshi, these gentlemen here are going to be your new guardians,”  Niko looked up at them.  He got a better look at there faces, now that the glasses were off he could easily recognize who the taller man was with the chess piece on his cheek bone.  He was confused o say the least.  This had to be some sick joke, or a stupid stuPID dream.  He looked at the other too, the screw that littered the red heads tan face and the man with blond hair and black studs.

“Deadass?”  He blurted out suddenly.  Fuck.  He did not mean to blurt that out.  Kevin day looked taken back by his statement and the other too snickered from slightly behind him.  The lady looked horrified.

Riko used to self harm, stop eating for days, wouldn’t sleep for days either.  His uncle had to force him into a tube feeder once because of this.  Kevin and Riko had to see a therapist and she diagnosed Riko. His uncle disregarded it and gave him sum type of pills that made Riko’s anger at himself turn down a bit but he was more depressed. He tried to commit 3 times after. Kevin made him promise not to. He flushed the pills and started to abuse others.

Kevin explains this to Neil and Andrew.  They then try to learn more about BPD.  They watch youtube videos, read articles and books on it till they had a better understanding of the disorder.  They learn about the self-destructive tendencies and suicidal gestures that are quite common with the disorder.  They all try there best to build a good support system. 

Niko has a hard time with his identity and ‘who he is’,  he tries to remember that Kevin wants him and isn't going to abandon him, he tries to keep his shifts in moods to himself but in only makes things worse.  He tends to shut down in his room more often then not.  He finds himself getting angry at little things knowing he shouldn’t but he still does.  Anger attacks aren't as bad as the empty feeling he gets sometimes.

When Niko meets all the foxes he drifts more towards Nicky for whatever reason.  He finds that he like Nickys happy vibes and feels it radiate from him.  He likes to soak in it.

Niko likes talking to Neil, he gets candy from Andrew, and he likes playing Exy with Kevin. He didn’t like school and says it’s hard for him but he still makes honor roll no problem.

During the second month of school when he first started living with Kevin he expriences racism for maybe the first time.  He didn’t have any friends, nor knew anybody.  He could tell he was different from the other kids.  They were mostly white with a splash of color here and there.  The way they talked and walked was different then how he did.  He didn’t grew up with white picket fences like they seemed to.  They dressed different too.  He didn’t like the stares he was getting from the kids in his class.

“Nice hair are you a girl?”  One of the boys said, with his little click at his back.  It was recess and Niko stuck to staying to himself drawling in his note book that Andrew gave him. 

“No.”  The boys continued to laugh.  He hated when people talked about his hair.  He didn't like his hair.  Especially when his foster mothers always tugged and pulled on it.  That wasn't just it though.  It reminded him of his foster father Mr. James.

“Such pretty hair.”

The boys crept closers and Niko started to feel closed in.  One of them pulled out scissors and two grabbed him by the shoulders.  One talked about how there dad said them Black boys need to cut there hair.  Another used a slur Niko heard a lot back in the Bronx, used it himself when with the kids in the neighborhood but he never heard it used like this.  He started to struggle but another one grabbed his face and held him down so his face fell between his knees.  He felt chuncks of hair being cut of from his head as they fell down his back and some at his feet.  

He felt his eyes water and struggled harder.  He kicked the one to his right in the shin, knowing how much it hurt from when he played soccer with out shin guards.  The kids let go of that shoulder and he swung his arm hitting another kid.  They all let go once they heard a teacher yell at them.  Niko reached for the scissors and threw them in the grass.  The boys ran away and Niko was left to look at the small and large chunks of his hair on the concrete.  He didn’t mean to bother anybody.  He didn't ask to have this type of hair.  He didn’t ask to be different.  Sometimes he missed the Bronx but then remembered his foster sister getting shot, and his doped up foster parents he used to end up with.  He didn't want to go back, but he found himself missing it sometimes.

Nobody asked abut his hair during the rest of the school day.  Not even his teacher.  Its fine he didn't want to bother anybody.  When Andrew came to pick him up he was wearing his hoodie.  Today Neil and Andrew were coming over, so was Aaron.  Aaron practically lived with him and Kevin now though.  He said nothing on the way home.  He didn't want to bother them.  He was trying his hardest not to.  

But then he got home he went straight to the bathroom and locked the door.  He didn’t hear Kevin nor Aaron calling him.  He stared in to the mirror and glared at himself.  Disgusting. You look like a girl. He ripped off his hood and he felt something in himself crack.  His hair was clearly uneven.  Some areas you couldn’t tell but he could see how his curls on his forehead were shortened compared to the pieces on the sides.  He could tell where every spot was that had been cut, like there were circles showing him where to look.  A broken sob cut through his throat.  The tears rolled down his cheeks.  He always thought he was an ugly crier.  He grabbed his hair and pulled.  He kept pulling till he felt arms wrap around his torso.  He wanted to fight who ever they were off but he couldn't.  They grabbed his hands but they couldn't pry them from his hair.  He heard someone calling his name and found a face to that voice.  He noticed another person accompanied him in the mirror.  Holding on to him.  It wasn’t his voice he heard though.  He saw the other three at the bathroom entrance but it was Aaron standing closest to him.

“Niko its okay, let go buddy.”  He didn’t know if he meant his hands or his feelings but he let them go.  He saw more pieces of hair fall through his hands but ignored it and them screamed.  Kevin turned him around and held him again.  Kevin lowered himself to his knees to let Niko cry and scream into his neck.  He rubbed his back till he calmed down.  Neil and Andrew left to prepare some ice cream and play music.  Kevin noticed the hair that fell to the floor and so did Aaron.  It didn’t match the amount that should still be connected to his head.

Niko told them what happened at school with less emotion then he displayed before.  They were all furious but chose to keep it inside to comfort Niko.  They called the school and told them what happened.  The school apologized but Kevin still wasn't letting Niko go back to that school.  He transferred Niko to another and reassured him it was okay and it was the same distance anyways.  They took Niko to the babor shop and they evened out his hair.  He got it cut some on the sides as well, allowing the back and top to be longer.  His hair showed more off his forehead and ear piercings now.  He felt more exposed, but was happy with the hair cut.

When he meets Dan she gives him oils and creams to put in his hair.  Even showed him how to wash it too, Matt helps.  He got to meet there kids.

Allison braided his hair down for when he graduated Elementary School.  She teaches how how to do other things like twist, braids, and box braids.

When he goes to college Renee helps him bleach the ends of his hair blond.

He has nightmares often. And likes to have hot chocolate to calm his nerves. He gets irritated easily, they learn. When he gets irritated he stops talking and fidgets, tapping his foot and cracking his knuckles. 

Kevin’s night terrors slowly fade as Riko’s dark shadow fades into Nikos warm glow.

Niko definitely learns how to skateboards when Aaron gives him his old one. Kevin likes to watch them practice it together.  Just like Aaron likes to watch Kevin teach Niko Exy.  He joins a team in Middle School.  He's definitely going to be something.

Hope you guys like this.  Leave ask and suggestions about Nikoshi Doe. I would love to hear about it and write the prompts.  

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[side-effect-of-the-meds]

Okay so Nikoshi Motherfucking Doe 

So, @sadivy2​ dropped into my inbox and snagged my attention with a rather interesting ask and while I like most of the concept, I’m choosing to take a few creative liberties. Take what you want from this but, as always, I’mma do what I want bc I can :))) Bear with me as I tell the tale of the only valid Moriyama

In the months following Kev’s flight from the Nest, Riko begins to grow incredibly volatile and needs something to distract him. It’s in the middle of his English class that he sees the prettiest girl on the face of the Earth. On his way out, he swings by to talk to her and, one thing leads to another and she’s leading him back to her dorm. 

About a year or so later Riko hears about the car crash that killed Evermore’s number 1 track star and orphaning her child. He doesn’t think much of it until a week later when he sees the shrine they’ve put up for her. 

It’s the girl from English and in the photo is her four and half month old son, Nikoshi. For the most part, he seems to take after his mother. He’s only a few shades lighter than her with a more golden/yellowish undertone and the same cloud of corkscrew curls but his nose is thin and turns up just a little at the end. His lips aren’t as full and his eyes are rounder with irises as black as night. The child is beautiful and is unmistakably Riko’s.

By the time Riko gets his shit together, it’s too late. Nikoshi’s been shipped off into the foster care system. One would think that with such an unusual name, he’d be easy to find but Riko can’t for the life of him find the kid. 

Make no mistake, Riko doesn’t give a damn about this kid. He wants to find him and erase him. If word got out that Riko had been fooling around and had fathered a child, there’d be a thousand women falling at his feet and attempting to claim that their child was his too. Nikoshi was a threat to Riko’s reputation. He had to be disposed of. 

Of course, he never gets the chance to deal with the kid. Instead, he’s to preoccupied orchestrating the death of Seth, the return of Dr*ke, and Neil’s trip to Evermore to even think about Nikoshi. It’s not until the death of his own father that he even takes the time to think about his son. It’s only for a brief instant that the word flashes through his head. My son. Riko hates it immediately. Anger floods him and he beats the shit out of Jean. The next morning, by the time Riko wakes, Jean is long gone.

 That’s it. That was the final straw. All of Riko’s self-control is gone. He’s lost Kevin and Jean. He couldn’t bring Neil back to Evermore. He couldn’t even find the child he’d fathered. When he steps onto the court at finals, he’s ready to burst. 

He throws his all into the game and he still loses. 

The defeat is crushing, not as crushing as Andrew’s racquet smashing into his arm, but crushing nonetheless. It’s almost a relief when Ichirou pulls out the gun.

“I have a final request,” Riko started, speaking in Japanese for fear of the Wesninski overhearing. “Find the child I’ve fathered. His mother died in a car accident when he was four months old, nearly five. His name is Nikoshi. Find him and kill him too.” The gun goes off and Riko’s lifeless body slumps to the floor. 

For the next few months, all Ichirou can think about is Nikoshi. His curiosity ends up winning out and he ends up spending a few late nights researching. From what he’s managed to find, Nikoshi is the son of a woman named Renatta Beckford, a track star from Evermore who was being scouted for the Olympic team who’d never revealed the father of his child. Why she’d chosen to do so, Ichirou couldn’t figure out but he was grateful nonetheless. That made this mess a little easier to clean up. 

It’s YEARS before Ichirou manages to actually track the kid himself down. Well, if you could even call it tracking him down. On Ichirou’s rare day off, he decides to head down to Brooklyn for the weekend. Wandering about the Brooklyn Museum, he sees a kid, no more than twelve balanced precariously atop a bench in an attempt to see. 

“Nikoshi, if you don’t get down from there right fucking now!” a woman snapped as she yanked him off the bench by the collar of his shirt. As the shirt shifted, Ichirou saw the myriad of bruises blooming across the boy’s skin. 

“But Mom-” the boy started to say. 

“I am not your mother,” the woman hissed as she caught him by the hair. 

“Surely not, seeing as no mother could possibly bring herself to hurt her child in such a fashion.” The words were out of Ichirou’s mouth before he could stop them.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” the woman asked, giving Nikoshi’s hair another savage yank. 

“That is none of your concern,” Ichirou said breezily. “If I were you, I’d be far more concerned with who they are.” Immediately, a pair of officers moved to flank him. “I presume, you saw the bruises too.” One of the officers nodded. “Detain her and get CPS on the phone. Tell them Ichirou Moriyama is calling.” The woman’s face grew pale as her hand slipped out of Nikoshi’s hair. 

A few hours later, Nikoshi found himself riding in the back of the nicest car he’d ever seen. 

“I didn’t need your help,” he snapped at the man sitting across for him. When no response came, Nikoshi said it again, louder this time. 

“No wonder your father didn’t want you,” the man said. His words knocked the breath out of Niko’s lungs. 

“Fuck you. There’s no way you know my father.”

“No,” the man replied. “I didn’t know him but I know someone who did.” After that, no matter what Niko said or did, the man didn’t say another word. At some point, Niko gave up the fight and let himself be led out of the car and followed the man out to a plane. “Is there a problem?” the man asked when Niko stalled at the foot of the stairs. 

“I’m not supposed to get in a stranger’s car,” he said suspiciously.

“You already let us drive you out here,” the man pointed out. “Besides, this isn’t a car. It’s a private jet. Now, come on. I haven’t got all day.” Tentatively, Niko made his way up the stairs and into the lounge. He took a seat as far away from the man as he could and curled up. No one bothered him for the remainder of the trip. 

When the plane landed there was a second car waiting for them, just as nice as the first. Niko didn’t have any choice but to get in. He stared out the window, watching in silence as the houses passed by. They were massive. Each was three or four stories high with opulently decorated gates that towered over him. It wasn’t long until they pulled up into the driveway of one. The gates parted to let them through. 

“Come, Niko. It’s time to meet your new foster family.” Niko slid out of the car and turned his gaze to the man standing at the front door. His mouth fell open as he took in the messy black hair and emerald green eyes. He watched as the man worked his jaw, the muscles beneath the chess piece on his cheek twitching. “Nikoshi, I’d like you to meet-”

“Kevin Day,” Niko whispered in awe.

and it’s really late now so i’ll finish this tomorrow if you guys are interesedt in my continued bullshit 

#just a pipe dream #the foxhole court #all for the game #tfc #aftg #riko moriyama #kevin day #ichirou moriyama #nikoshi doe #bananna speaks #aftg hc #tfc hc

[aftgficrec]

HEY! Um so I read this fic or something recently about kevin adopting rikos son. these two accounts have it but i couldn’t find the other. i think the kids name was Niko Doe??????? It’s wild

You’re right, anon, Kevin Day adopting Riko’s son Nikoshi is a concept we found on these three tumblr blogs.  We tried to collect as many of the posts about Nikoshi as we could, both text and art. Enjoy! - S

andrewminyardamiright

what if Riko had a son by @andrewminyardamiright [tumblr, 2020]

So I was thinking something crazy. what if Rico had a son.

side-effect-of-the-meds

Nikoshi Doe master post by @side-effect-of-the-meds [tumblr, April 2020]

Nikoshi Doe part 1 by @side-effect-of-the-meds [tumblr, April 2020]

Okay so Nikoshi Motherfucking Doe

Nikoshi Doe part 2 by @side-effect-of-the-meds [tumblr, April 2020]

So, it seems that some of y’all have taken an interest in Niko!!! I’m so glad. Anyway, here’s part two

tw: scars, tw: implied/referenced child abuse

what if Niko has race problems by @side-effect-of-the-meds [tumblr, April 2020]

Niko definitely deals with some racism but you’re dead wrong if you think that Kevin is going to let that shit slide for a second.

tw: racism

one time Niko reminded Kevin too much of Riko by @side-effect-of-the-meds [tumblr, April 2020]

One time, Niko’s patience started to wear thin after a long day at school and Amalia just didn’t seem to notice so she kept pestering him.

tw: violence

Niko and the foster care system by @side-effect-of-the-meds [tumblr, April 2020]

People tend to brush over things like this when they happen to boys

would Niko ever talk to Aaron and Kevin about his experiences by @side-effect-of-the-meds [tumblr, April 2020]

Niko never really talks about the weird things the foster moms did bc he still doesn’t really understand but he does talk about the physical abuse he suffered with Aaron

Niko's disorder by @side-effect-of-the-meds [tumblr, May 2020]

Winter and Niko by @side-effect-of-the-meds [tumblr, May 2020]

Winter is the sweetest, funniest, and most beautiful being Niko’s ever met.

Winter's appearance by @side-effect-of-the-meds [tumblr, April 2020]

sadboyayeron

Tapping at my chamber door part 1 by @sadboyayeron [tumblr, April 2020]

(This is how everything started, this is Nikos mothers POV)

Tapping at my chamber door part 2 by @sadboyayeron [tumblr, April 2020]

Niko was used to being woken up in the morning by yelling.

Tapping at my chamber door part 3 by @sadboyayeron [tumblr, May 2020]

“So Kevin Day, It is very nice to meet you my husband loves watching you guys play Exy,”

The only valid Moiyama by @sadboyayeron [tumblr, May 2020]

I came up with this Idea of Kevin having to raise Rikos son who’s name I decide would be Nikoshi Doe aka Niko

Nikoshi's mother by @sadboyayeron [tumblr, April 2020]

Nikoshis mother was born in jamaica but came to the states at a young age living in brooklyn or the bronx

Nikoshi meaning by @sadboyayeron [tumblr, April 2020]

Art

Nikoshi's clothes by @sadboyayeron [tumblr, April 2020]

Kevin's adopted son by @sadboyayeron [tumblr, April 2020]

Nikoshi Doe art by @sadboyayeron [tumblr, April 2020]

#fic #Kevin Day/Aaron Minyard #Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard #Nikoshi Doe #Winter Aziz #Amalia Day #universe: post canon #universe: canon divergent #universe: au #au: kid fic #theme: foster care #theme: adoptions #theme: exy #theme: mental health issues #theme: rarepairs #tw: violence #tw: implied/referenced rape/non-con #tw: racism #tw: scars #tw: implied/referenced child abuse #anon

[sadboyayeron]

Feel free to send ask or suggestions. I like to write about Aaron since I relate to his character in some ways but any of the foxes are fine to. Especially the monsters. ;)

#all for the game #aftg #the foxhole court #aaron minyard #andrew minyard #tfh #kevin day #nikoshi #nikoshi motherfucking doe #tfhc #nick hemmick #neil josten #kevaaron #andriel

[sadboyayeron]

Tapping at my Chamber Door (Nikoshi Doe) Chapter 1

All For The Game Fic                                                                 Chapter 2>

(This is how everything started, this is Nikos mothers POV)

I was born in Jamaica.  I moved to the states at a young age to live with my Aunt in the Bronx.  I didn’t have a sad childhood besides the fact that I miss my mother who died and I didn't know my father.  My aunt took good care of me.  She took me to track practice everyday and worked hard to pay for the rent.  I got a Scholarship to Edgar Allen University to run track for there school.  It was one of the best scholarships I got that was closest to New York.

Thats where I meet Riko Moriyama.  It was around the same time Kevin day left.  I always knew he went to the school, who wouldn’t his face was plastered everywhere.  He wasn’t bad looking, not at all.  Sharp cheek bones and slitted eyes.  Black pools of nothingness.  I noticed him looking at me couple times.  I figured it was because my name went around that I broke multiple school recorders and was rumored to be running in the next olympics.  He only ever looked, no emotion etched on his face.  One day I decided to approach him while in class.  

“Like what you see.”  I was trying to catch him off guard but he didn’t even look surprise.  But then he smiled.  Something sharp that left me feeling tingly, similar to how I feel before racing.  

“Not to bad, no.”  He chuckled, looked me up and down before he landed back on my eyes, “Want to sit.”

He left me in a trance and I took a seat next to him and sat my books in front of me.  I tucked some braids behind my ear and looked at him again, he was looking back with a smug smile on his face.  

“Are you from New York?” He asked.

“How do you know?” I replied.

“You have an accent, I've been there a couple times to be able to tell.”  He looked back down to his work and the professor walked in.  At the end of the class he passed me a note and left with out a word.

Like what you see

***-***-***

And thats how I got myself in this fucked up situation.

Rikos dead.  I’m Pregnant.  Rikos fucking dead and I'm 5 month Pregnant.  I had to stop running.  I had to quit my life and he killed himself.  Dead.  I didn't know what to do so I went to his Uncle. Tesuji who didn't bat a single eye when I told him.  All he said was give him the kid when I have him and I get my scholarship back.  My life back.  Thats what I did.  I went back to New York, back to my aunt who was disappointed in me.  She had every reason to be.  She tried to get me to keep the kid but I just couldn’t.  I’m not ready to have to take care off another human being, maybe later but not now.  The next 4 months went by and I found myself in the hospital.  God it hurt like hell, the doctors looked panicked ad my Aunt was crying.  I knew I was bleeding to much and I was probably going to die.  Tesuji was in the hall way, my aunt called him when my water broke.

“Nico,” I whispered to her.  “His n-name is Nico.”

Naima Dixon Died May 20th, 20**

Tesuji held the small vermin in his arms trying his best to look like he cared for it.  The child was clearly Riko’s, just with small curls on its had and darker skin. As soon as he could he would drop this child off in the system but now he had papers to sign.  “Nico,” is what the hag had told him the name would be.  To close to Rikos.  He decided to spell it Niko and add a Shi at the end out of spite.  It only made sense, shi meaning death in Japanese.  

Nikoshi Doe Born May 20th, 20**

About ten years went by and Tesuji found himself in New York again face to face with his older nephew.  Tesuji’s time was up now.  It only made sense he was useless and caused so much trouble to the Moriyama name after the ravens were tarnished.  In the face of death he found his thoughts drifting to a little boy with brown skin and curly hair with eyes, lips, nose so smiler to the child he beaten with inches to his life so many years prior.  He should have killed the thing when he had the chance.  He looked his nephew in the eye and gave his last words.  Of him having his own nephew.  His late younger brother not being able to keep his hands to himself in ways besides torture.  The child not living to far from this office.  In the system.  The offspring would have been nine or ten years old by now.  Older then when he had to take in Riko.  He watched as Ichirou thought about his claim.

“whats his name?”  He finally spoke.

“Nikoshi Doe.”  Fitting wasn’t it.

Not long after Tesuji was found dead in his home.  Said to have been peacefully asleep.  The best way to go out.  Ichirou did some digging, calling numbers he knew could find him what he was looking for.  Nikoshi Doe was not hard to find at all.  He was currently living in a foster home with a couple other children in the Bronx.  He was 10 years old and was in the 5th grade.  He received a picture.  The child was average hight for his age.  He had milk chocolate skin, dark eyes resembling his own (Rikos), curly hair that fell all around his head in a afro.  Slight bags under his eyes, full lips pulled into a smile that didn’t quit reach his eyes.  He could see little studs in his ears.  In the face he was definitely his brothers child.  His nephew.  Doesn’t mean he wants much to do with him, he has no time to deal with a child and can't have this ruining the Moriyama name any further.  Killing a child is were he crossed the line though, leaving it would be the easy option.  But of course he wants to have some fun with his investments.

 Kevin Day has never gotten a text message from the lord so when he wakes up one day while he's sleeping on Neil and Andrews couch in Chicago to buzzing on the coffee table he is terrified.  What he sees though is a picture of a child.  Deja’vu hits him hard.  Then his phone rings in his hand with the same number he knows so well.

“Hello My Lord.”

(I had to redo this because some reason it deleted ugh)

I decided I wanted to actually start writing.  This has been stuck in my head for so long.  I love reading how you view this and keep doing what your doing I love it @side-effect-of-the-meds.  Can’t wait to go further in depth for how I picture this going hopefully I do okay. @andrewminyardamiright

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Kevin Day takes in Nikoshi Doe. Who is a quite but hyperactive little kid with a  attitude that can rival Neils. Speed and grace that the kid also has let me tell you, especially on the court. Though his biological father gave the foxes hell, Niko is a pride and joy to Kevin’s life. Niko is our little cultured boy (Japanese/Jamacain). Kevin learns to love this kid and over come his still present night tearrors. With the help of Andrew and Neil they learn more about Niko. Kevaaron is present ;)

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Tapping at my Chamber Door Chapter 3

The lady.  Jennifer Hubert judging by the name on the desk plate.  Told them to sit in the chair or bench infant of her desk while she went around then in sat down.  Kevin sat in the chair directly in front of her.  Neil and Andrew took to sitting on the bench on the right side of the wall.  It wasn’t a particularly large space but it wasn’t to small to fill claustrophobic with four people inside.

“So Kevin Day, It is very nice to meet you my husband loves watching you guys play Exy,” She smiled at them and then opened a drawer in her desk pulling out two folders.  “ Now these paper were just printed out today.  One from Nikoshi’s Doctor and another from his psychologist.”  Kevin straightened his back more at that.

“Psychologist?”  She looked up at Kevin.

“Yes, a lot of children in foster care go to see a therapist.  It helps cope with abandonment and makes sure the kids are transitioning well in their new homes.”  She opened one of the folders.  “Nikoshi saw a therapist who recommended him to a psychologist.  He was diagnosed with ADHD/ADD and given medication.  He went through three different medications before he was put on Focalin XR.  His biggest issues are impulsivity, managing feelings, and energy.  There is more information in the folder with getting the prescription at a pharmacy and things to know about his behavior.  He takes Focalin every morning before school, its not needed on the weekends but to long off it isn’t the best idea.  Though if you want him off the medication, if you ever come to adopting him you can do that.”  She looked towards the other two. “Will you two be helping take care of Nikoshi.”

“Yeah we are, is there anything else we need to know.  If he needs a therapist we already got that covered.  We can send her the information.”  Neil replied with a bored tone but 

“Thats good to know, he just saw the doctor last week.  He gained some weight and is now at a more healthier weight then he was before.”  She sighed. “You have to reminded him to eat, he forgets to and he doesn't ask for food.  The foster home he was just at was good with keeping a schedule, he ate, took his meds, ate at school, had a snack at home, soccer practice and then dinner.  He gets distracted and has little habits that cause him focus to much on random things.  The meds take away his hunger also, so it important that he finishes.”  She then closed both folders and stacked them together before sliding them to Kevin.  

Kevin didn’t know how to process that.  This information sounded to familiar.  He always had to remind Riko to eat something.  Riko would go days without eating, or sleeping, or even both.  It got so bad the master had to tube feed him because he past out and didn’t get back up.  Niko always got back up.  He was taken out of his thoughts when the lady, Jennifer stood.  He picked up the folders and got up following Andrew and Neil out the door.  Nikoshi was still sitting in his chair, he was singing his legs slowly and seemed fixated on his hands.

“Nikoshi, these gentlemen here are going to be your new guardians,”  Niko looked up at them.  He got a better look at there faces, now that the glasses were off he could easily recognize who the taller man was with the chess piece on his cheek bone.  He was confused o say the least.  This had to be some sick joke, or a stupid stuPID dream.  He looked at the other too, the screw that littered the red heads tan face and the man with blond hair and black studs.

“Deadass?”  He blurted out suddenly.  Fuck.  He did not mean to blurt that out.  Kevin day looked taken back by his statement and the other too snickered from slightly behind him.  The lady looked horrified.

“Nikoshi thats not how you take to people.”  She said.

“Oh, um... Sorry.”  He tried to say hoping he didn't look like a complete dumbass. “But like aren't you famous or something.”  

Kevin honestly had know idea what to say to that.  He was not prepared for any of this to begin with.  

“Come on kid we have to go to the air port, you got everything. “  Andrew glanced at the trash bag sitting next to him and felt a familiar weight on his chest.  The kid looked at his stuff and back at Andrew and nodded his head.  He grabbed it and stood up.  Andrew could see the resemblances to his trash of a father on the kids face but he could also see Nikoshi as the kid that he was.  He wanted nothing more then to protect this kid.

“Alright it was nice meeting you three and you behave Nikoshi.”  She waved at them before returning to her office.  Nikoshi tried to wave back but he kept his hand close to his side still.  The red head, Neil Josten gave him a small smile and told him to follow then to there rental car.  They went ahead of him but Kevin kept looking back.  When they got in the car Neil was sitting in the back with him. Niko sat behind Kevin while Neil was behind Andrew.  Andrew turned to look at Niko while Kevin pulled out of the parking lot.

“You hungry?”  he asked.  Niko realized he never got to eat breakfast, Kris usually made sure he did because she was told to make sure he stayed at healthy weight.  He was about to say he hadn’t eaten yet but a quick glance at the clock in the front told him it was already 1:14pm.  Instead he shrugged.  He wasn’t hungry, but he also knew that the meds took away his hunger and he should probably eat something.  “Is there anything you would want to eat.”  Yes.  Bacon egg and cheese sandwich.  He didn't voice that though he just shrugged his shoulders again.  Andrew Minyard sighed before looking at Kevin.

“Umm, why don’t we find something at the air port, we haven’t eaten since breakfast so we could eat.”  Kevin told him.  they made eye contact through the mirror but Kevin quickly averted his eyes.  

“Okay.”

Niko decided he did not like Airports. They were overly crowded, had to many security guards, and once they got to the the area with food he did not like that the smells of different foods.  Kevin got him a suitcase where just stuffed his trash bag where he stuffed his trash bad inside of.  He tended to stay close of all three of them but stayed slightly behind.

“Alright Nikoshi, pick a place you want to eat.”  He did not like this.  There was a lot of places to eat.  A lot of places he has never been.  A lot of food he hasn’t tried.  He did not like this choice that was given to him.  When Kevin noticed he wasn’t going to answer his question he sat his eyes on Niko.  Niko did not like this either.  Couldn’t they just pick for him.  He shrugged his shoulders.  Neil and Andrew weren’t surprised but Kevin seemed irritated with him.  He didn’t want to come off as irritating he really didn’t know.  “Thats not an answer.”  He knew that wasn’t an answer but it was the only one he had.  He worried his bottom lip between his teeth and moved his feet side to side nervously.

“Cafe con leech and strawberry pop tarts.”  Niko blurted.  Kevin was bout to say something else but Neil cut him off pointing to a 7/11 that was right next to them on the left.  Kevin didn't like the idea of giving a 10 year old coffee but went with it when Andrew flicked him a look.  Neil grabbed the pop-tarts while Niko followed Andrew and Kevin to make the coffee.  Andrew asked him how he liked it. “Half filled coffee with two spoons of sugar...No it needs to be even with the spoon.  Yes.  And the other half almost all milk and the vanilla creamer for taste.  Yay!”  

This kid is getting excited about Andrew doing his coffee how he likes it, what the hell.  This better not be a coffee addiction he is feeding.  He handed the coffee to the kid ignore Kevin's little frown.  This was the first time he saw the kid smile, besides it wasn’t even that much coffee.  The kid probably just likes the taste of it.  They went to the register meeting Neil who had the pop tart, fruit bowl, chocolate bar, and a sandwich.  Andrew could guess who's was who's.

As they sat in the chairs near where there plain was supposed to be in thirty minutes, Nikoshi swung his legs back and forth as he took off the crust around the pop-tart first.  Siping his coffee after two pieces.  Then he eat the rest of the pop-tart, took a big gulp and did the same thing with the next pop-tart.  Kevin found this behavior odd and familiar.  “Why are you eating it like that.”  Ovisuly was the wrong ting to say because Nikoshi stopped all movement.  He looked at Kevin and shrugged.  The shrugging again.

“I don’t like the criss to I eat it first and like the drink the cafe at the same time so I get all the flavors.  But I don’t like mixing the strawberry with it so I eat that last and then drink more.  My foster mom always gave me Cafe con leche and pop-tarts.”  Niko wasn’t in the mood to eat anymore.  Now he was thinking about it and he didn't want to.  He only had a little bit left and knew he had to finish it or else it would be wasting.

Kevin you are a ass.  He watch Nikoshi shove the rest into his mouth and then chew ever so slowly while looking around.

“Nikoshi have you done any sports.”  Neil leaned forward to look at Niko from where he sat next to Andrew to get a better look at the kid.  Niko looked at Neil and nodded.  He told them about being on the soccer team.  Kevin made a face to that and Andrew gave a tiny smirk.  He explained how he was supposed to be right wing, which is like a midfielder that can play both offense and defense and assist the striker or can shoot in the goal.  He was supposed to be a right wring but he coach always switched him around the field.  He played striker a lot too.  He was the fasts on the time.  Neil smiled at that.  Kevin thought about how good he would be at sexy with his father and mothers genes and quickly tried to shut the thought down.  Nikoshi also explained how he played basketball and baseball for fun with some kids in the area.

Soon it was time to bored the plain.

(So I don't know if Im going to continue writing like this, Ideas pop up randomly so I might just stick to doing that)

This is possibly the last chapter but Im still going to be talking about Niko.  Send me asked about him if you want.

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Nikoshi Doe 😁

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Kevin Watching Niko playing exy in High School

Not only is Nikoshi Mr. Speedy Gonzales aka Neil josten type speed (you wanna see some real speed bitch) Fast as fuck but he can dominate Exy with skill. Man will literally brake position to Chase down a striker that got the defense to block a shot, get the ball, pass it to Mid and run back to his position just to get the exy ball and score. Honestly he’s more of a assist kind of player but he be making the most impossible shots. When he’s on the court he makes it his territory. He isn’t anything like his biological father or Kevin Day on the court. He didn’t play like he has everything to lose. He doesn’t act like he’s the best on the court. He dosn’t act nonchalant either. Nikoshi Doe plays exy like he is limitless.

He plays like he has no limit, the sport is limitless, compition is limitless. Being at the top is only the beginning. Being the best is nothing. There is no number. That’s why he wears the 0 jersey.

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Nikoshi in kevins house

Kevin: So I'm Kevin da-

Niko: Is this some type of Annie bullshit

Queue music (Its a hard knock life for us...)

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