Runaway; a Kurooken fanfiction

Kenma's POV

It was Thursday evening and me and Tora had a problem. Akaashi wanted me to go to the training camp and hide there for the next week.

The problem is how am I gonna get there. I cant just get on the bus with the rest of the team. Plus I cant face Kuroo yet.

"I can ask my mom to drive you?" Yamamoto asked.

"No! No one can know I'm here, remember?"

"Right, and the bus is a no. You cant walk there."

"That's way to far."

"Hmm...oh! I got it!" This should he good.

"What's you idea?"

He got up and started digging threw his closet.

"Ah-ha found it!"

"Found what?"

"This." He pulled out a suit case. It wasn't big, but it wasnt small either. "Get in."

"No way in hell."

"Oh come on. Its are best idea."

I heastited. "Fine."

I got up and tried fitting in the suitcase. I felt cramped and hated it. But it is the best idea we have so I guess we will do it.

"So?"

"If it is the only way then I guess I will do it. But we are still thinking of more ways tonight."

"Ok, great, we have a plan."

"Yeah great." I got out of the stupid suitcase. When my stomach grumbled.

"I will go get us some food. You know the drill." Tora said as I started getting into his closet, he then threw some clothes on me and shut the door.

I say there for an hour or two.

What the hell is he doing, I swear to God he owes me, it stinks in here.

Then I heard the door open, I heard footsteps aporching the closet door, but they were different than Tora's. They were lighter and more gentle-oh shit it's his sister fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!!!

"Now where would he put it...? Hmmmmm?" She open the closet door.

Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit!!!

She started digging through the piles of things of stuff.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN HERE GET OUT NOW." Yelled Tora.

Once his sister left he ran towards me.

"Hey are you ok? Did she see you?"

"I'm fine. She didnt see me. Just one more night." And then I will be forced to see Kuroo again.

We spent the rest of the night trying to think of ideas but we came up with none. The suitcase it is.

The next morning Yamamoto went out the front door with his duffle bag and an empty suitcase while I jumped out his widow.

We met at the end of his street so his parents wouldn't see me.

"Shit we are gonna be late-" just then Yamamoto's phone. He answered the phone. "H-hey KUROO. How are you?"

Wait kuroo?!?!?! Oh God, why did HE have to call?

"Shit shit shit." I started mumbling.