Tourette's || KuroKen

chapter 4 - crashing plates

Sitting alone in the room where he stayed in for hours was heart shattering. He was torn away from the friends he made for a couple hours, pulled away from his social life once again.

Tears streamed down his face, dripping off the tip of his nose. Those salty tears made a small puddle on the ground.

"W..What did I do wr-wrong?" He choked out through gasps of air.

"I cannot believe you Tetsu!" She screamed at him, "I give you one rule to follow and you break it! You were such a lovely kid.. now.." She huffed.

As he bawled up his fist and hit down on the floor, his mother gasped.

"How dare you Tetsu!" She covered her mouth.

Kuroo quickly jerked his head up, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! It was just a tic.. promise!" More tears flooded down his face.

As his head just shook and his shoulder twitched, his mother stared in horror. Her face had sheer disgust painted all over it.

"You know Tetsu.." She breathed in, trying to keep the tears from flooding out, "You were such a great child before all of this.. but those doctors had to diagnose you with that horrible disease." She held her hand to her chest.

"I-It's not a d-d-disease.." He stuttered, "It's a disorder mother." Kuroo corrected her.

"DON'T YOU DARE TALK BACK." She screamed in bloody murder. "I don't give a damn what it is. All I know is that it's making you be a horrible child." She scoffed.

She stared at him with the daggers in her eyes, piercing through his soft skin, reaching through his heart. The women turned around and slammed the door, making the windows shake behind him.

Kuroo sat there in terror, no words came out of his thin lips. Hot salty tears flushed down his face, his fists bawled up in anger. Why is he being blamed for it?

Anger rushed threw his body, sadness soon swept it away and embedded into his body.

"Explosion!" He yelled and threw his hands up on the air, "Can these stop for once..?" He mumbled to himself after lowering his hands.

Kuroo slowly got up and jumped onto his bed, the wetness from his eyes stained into the pillow case.

Constant punching the pillow came into play, he couldn't stop it. Luckily after a couple of minutes it all settled down and he mumbled random words into the pillow.

Kuroo jerked when he heard his door creak open, was his mom back to yell at him? Quickly he sat up to find his father standing in the door way.

"Father?" Kuroo tilted his head, wiping his tears away to not show 'weakness' in front of him.

"Son.." He said with monotone of his voice, slowly walking in and shutting the door.

He walked over and sat on the creaking bed, leaning down and putting his forearms on his knees. He wouldn't look at the boy next to him, he just stared at the floor.

Kuroo quickly sat up and fiddled with his hands. "Is there.. any-er-thing you need?" He mumbled.

"Tetsurōu.. I know your mother is hard on you.." He said, "But don't blame her.. she really loves you-"

"SHE LOVES ME?! You think she loves me?! Do you know what she says to me?!" He cuts him off, "Do you even know what happens when your at work..?"

Tear pricked his eyes once more. His father was shocked that his son talked over him, he had no words.

"I don't know what happens.. and I'm sorry." His father mumbled, "I'm trying, I'm sorry I work so much. It's been hard with everything happening, you have this disease that is so weird.."

"It's not a disease father. It's a damn disorder! And I can't fucking help it! Okay?" He exploded with emotions. Did he really just cuss at his father? Kuroo had never used any words like that, he never really knew what they mean't, only that they were words used by 'adults'.

"Son, what did you just say?" He lifted his head.

"I- I'm sorry! No I'm not!" His Tourette's backfired and took away the apology, "No! I am!"

"Where did you learn those such words?" He stared Kuroo in the eye, "Tell me."

"You wouldn't believe me." He fidgeted with the bottom of his shirt.

"Tell me where you learned those god damn words child!" He raised his voice.

"Mom! Mom!" Kuroo blurred out.

His father sat there in silence, he contemplated if his son was lying to him or not.

A couple minutes passed before his father spoke again.

"Tetsurōu, I'm going to talk with your mother." He looked at the boy who jerked his head up once more, "Come here bud." He opened is arms wide.

Kuroo quickly lunged into his arms and squeezed him tight, he doesn't remember the last time he has such a big hug. Accidentally punching him in the back, a quick 'sorry' came out of his mouth. His father laughed and shook it off.

"Alright Tetsu, I'm having a talk with your mother. Do some school or something," He stood up and slipped out of the door.

Kuroo sat there for a second. He started to overthink the worst, was his father just being nice to him because he couldn't stand him? He's going to end up like mom sooner or later, isn't he?

He sat there for a while, staring at his hands that were flying up in the air. Listening to the words that blurt out, hating himself at the same time.

"I hate this.." He whispered to himself while rubbing his eyes.

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A couple of hours have passed, Kuroo has been in bed. He did some assignments, gradually finishing them. Watching some kitten videos on the computer while he stared out the window at the sunset. All of a sudden he heard yelling from downstairs.

He carefully got up and opened his door slightly to hear what's going on, hoping he wouldn't shout anything.

"Why are you treating our son like this?!" His father yelled.

"He's a fucking disgrace!" She yelled back, "You know! Why are you on his side?"

"You're fucking manipulating him!" Raising his voice more. "Why did you change? Just because of something he can't control! I would never have married you if it would've ended up like this!"

Crash.

A plate shattered on the ground, Kuroo closed his eyes in terror as he quickly closed his door. More screaming and shattering dishes were coming from down stairs, he couldn't handle it anymore. Kuroo jumped on his bed and closed his eyes, plugging his ears to quiet the mess from downstairs. Warm tears flowed down his face.

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"Son, we're getting a divorce."

Is it my fault? I caused this didn't I.. what a nuisance, burden.

"Do I have to stay with mother?"

"It'll depend on the judge. I'm sorry bud.."

"It's fine."

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a/n: sorry for the short chapter, deeply. and for the anticlimactic filler chapter.