Forced Manipulation

Chapter Fifteen

"There you are, Katsuki!" Mitsuki exclaimed as her son entered the house, lugging the suitcases behind him. "What took you so long?!"

"I'm sorry, ma'am," Katsuki huffed slightly, yanking the suitcases in front of him. "They were heavier than I thought..." He looked up to Mitsuki. "Couldn't Jason help me with the- Mph!" His question was cut off by Mitsuki, who slapped a hand over his mouth.

"Shhh!" She whispered. "They don't know that he's here! You better not ruin the surprise. Got it?"

It took everything inside of Katsuki to not flinch backward, the feeling of his mouth being caused tears to well in the ash blonde's eyes, teetering to fall down his cheeks. Memories flashed back to that dreaded day, the day the ash blondes muffled screams falling onto deaf ears as his soon-to-be stepfather violently snatched the only innocence he had left. He gripped the handles of the suitcase tightly, preventing anyone from seeing his hands shake. He nodded hesitantly, hoping that would be a good enough response for his mother. She smiled brightly, before letting go of his face.

"Thank you, Katsuki!" She exclaimed, ruffling the ash blonde's hair. "Why don't you get those suitcases up to the guest bedroom while your grandparents get settled?"

"Yes, ma'am." He said, nodding quickly before dragging the suitcases in tow.

"You know," Uma started, looking at the wall, studying every picture hanging up. "Your husband should be helping Katsuki with the suitcases! Where is he at?"

"Who?" Mitsuki quizzically asked. "Oh! Masaru and I aren't married anymore!"

Uma gasped, her eyes bulging slightly as her jaw fell slack.

"You did?!" She practically screamed, almost as if she didn't believe the words she heard.

"Yup!" She grinned. "I broke it off with him a few months ago!"

"I always knew that pansy was never good enough for you!" Hajime triumphantly exclaimed, almost as if he had solved a mystery. "He was always way too soft towards your son! He'd always let Katsuki walk all over him!"

Mitsuki sighed, crossing her arms.

"Tell me about it, even without his father, he still throws his little temper tantrums, like he is still the little kid he used to be!"

"Sure, you had your occasional fits, but nothing like that demon child! However do you manage to handle him by yourself? Does your husband at least visit?" Uma asked.

Mitsuki scoffed.

"I wish! He's dead."

Right as she had uttered those words, silence had overtaken the three of them. Hajime and Uma were shocked, Masaru died?!

"That's awful!" Uma said, reaching to rub her daughter's back gently. "How did it happen?"