Don't Go... {A KuroKen Fanfic}

-Chapter 21-

(Kenma's POV)

I think by this point in time, I've given up. I've lost all hope of ever being found. I've lost the will to live. My mind keeps telling me to end it all, but... I can't. The only thing keeping me alive right now is Kuroo. I think of what he would be like if I died. I thought about what he'd say at my funeral. I'm pretty sure that was what kept me here all this time. I couldn't put him through that. I had attended two funerals during my life time. The funerals of my mother, and father. I remember how heartbreaking it was to see them lower that casket into the ground, knowing you'd never see their smiling face again. I never wanted Kuroo to be the one seeing me like that.

My body laid against the cold stone floor as I stared up at the cracked ceiling. My eyes just stared at it, without blinking. I couldn't even think clearly at this point. My body just did things without thinking. My mobility was limited due to a few injuries I had recently received. I'm certain a few of my ribs are broken along with a severely bruised and swolen ankle. There are bruises in a ring around my neck from the tight grasp of a large hand. I couldn't even say his name. I hated that man with all my being, yet I had no other choice but to stay quiet and obey his orders.

I heard police sirens yesterday. They were loud and continuous, but the sound of them made me hopeful. It lasted for a few minutes, which made me believe that maybe, just maybe, someone was here to save me. Then it faded. The sirens slowly disappeared. I collasped on the floor as the last hope of me being saved, slipped away as if it was nothing. My heart pounded as I felt the world spinning.

Why couldn't someone just save me.

Please.

Anyone?

(Haruko's POV)

I told Tetsurou earlier about the plan. We were going to move the search over a couple miles, and go from there. We were also going to attempt to ask people we saw on the streets if they had seen the young boy because clearly the missing persons signs weren't doing anything helpful.

***

I walked down the sidewalk, stopping citizens as they passed.

"Have you seen this boy? His name is Kenma Kozume and hes been missing for around four weeks. If you've seen him, please tell me," I told an old man as he carried his groceries in one hand, cane in the other. He shook his head and made an x with his arms then pointed to his eyes. I guess he was mute considering he didnt talk. I assume the hand gestures meant he hadn't seen Kenma.

I thanked him anyways and hurried along, finding a couple walking in front of a restaurant. I stopped them, pulling out a picture of Kenma. "Have you seen this boy?" I asked as I handed them the small piece of worn out paper. They shook their heads and apologized before walking away. I asked around one hundred people or so, but I got the same answer everytime.

No one had seen him.

I was gathering the strength to tell Kuroo. I sighed and walked over to a cafe to make a phone call. I pulled out my old flip phone and began to dial his number, but stopped as something, or someone caught my eye.

A man dressed in all black walked outside the cafe. He was carrying a rather large backpack on his shoulder, keeping his head down. He had a mask, glasses, and a hat one along with a hoodie.

It was summer....

A little warm for that, don't ya think?

I knew something wasnt right, so my instincts kicked in and I ran out of the door.

"Excuse me sir, I need to-" I said as he stopped and looked at me, cursing under his breath as he saw my badge. He began to run down the sidewalk, pushing citizens into the roads as he did so. Luckily no one got runover. I chased him, preparing to pull out my gun as someone tackled him, holding him to the ground.

It was Kuroo.

I raced over, breathing heavily as I smiled at Kuroo. "Thanks..." I huffed, kneeling on the guy's back.

"Shit- Fuck!" the guy in black cursed as I hand cuffed him.

"Sir we need you to-" I said. I stopped as motioned for Kuroo to hold him down. I took off his mask, glasses, and hat, revealing a man with a scar across his lip. He spit on me as I did so. This earned him a slap from Kuroo.

I noticed that his backpack was still sitting there, so I picked it up, bringing it closer to me. I unzipped the black bag, and froze. My heart stopped. I stared at the bag with a look of horror in my eyes. I couldn't even form a sentence. My mind went blank as chills ran down my spine.

"Haru? Are you okay...?" Kuroo asked as he grabbed the backpack. He turned it over, dumping its contents out onto the pavement.

Out came a red Nintendo switch, covered with cat stickers, a cell phone that looked an awful lot like Kenma's, a Nekoma keychain, and a note that read: 'Dont forget to call Kuroo at 3 pm on Saturday, June 11, 2021.'

Today was Friday, July 9, 2021. That note was written a little over four weeks ago.

Kuroo's whole face turned dark. A look of hatred in his eyes.

"You have two seconds to explain yourself you sick son of a bitch..." he spat as he kneeled down on the crook's neck, cutting off his airflow.

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