Kenma's POV:
I followed the tall boy and I...felt safe. Why in the world would I feel safe following a stranger! I was so deep into my thoughts I didn't even notice the car I scraped my ankle on. "Kitten, watch out for your...ankle.." I heard Kuroo say. "It's bleeding. Ugh, what were you thinking about that you can't pay attention?" he asked and leaned into the car through the window to grab a med kit.
I stood frozen as he bent down and cleaned my wound, placing a band-aid on once he finished. While he was doing so, I noticed his car. A 2021 Toyota Supra. It was so damn nice.
I stood in awe. "You like? I just got it." he said standing up and putting the kit back. I nod and we get into the car. The leather seats feel so amazing! He starts the car and we start moving. We drive in silence. After a few more moments, he talks. "So, why did you follow me? You could easily get a ride home." I stay silent for another moment. "Actually, I don't know. I guess, since you were offering a ride I decided to take it." I reply, staring out the window.
"Now I have a question. Why do you call me 'Kitten'?"I turned to look at him. "Hmm...because you look like a cat. And I think it's a cute nickname for a cute boy. Hm? Don't ya think?" he asked, looking at me through the rearview mirror. I start blushing and and getting flustered, but manage to answer, "I guess..."and look back out the window. We stay quiet for a little more. "I swear you are so quiet I wouldn't even notice you in my car." he laughs. "..." "Oh, come on! Say something! Oh, I know." he smirks. "Let's play a game. How 'bout two truths and a lie?" I look at him. "Do I look 12 to you?" I ask raising an eyebrow. "Do you want an honest answer?" he joked.
I roll my eyes. "You roll your eyes a lot. Now, let's play. Hmm, my birthday is November 17, I live with my dad and grandparents, and I hate science. Which one was a lie?" I think for a moment then respond. "You hate science?" He looked shocked. "How'd you know?" "Well, we have the same science class and I noticed how into the lesson you were.." I say quietly. "So, you pay attention to me? What next? You're gonna fall in love with me?" he teases. "Anyways, it's my turn." I say, ignoring his remark.
"Alright, go ahead." he chuckles. "I love games, I have a girlfriend, and you're really annoying. Which one was the lie?" It's my turn to smirk. "I'd say the one where you said I'm annoying. I'm too awesome to be annoying." he answers. I make a buzz sound. "You're wrong. It was the girlfriend one. Haha." I chuckle.
"Oh, you're single?" he asks. "Yeah, I can't really have a dating life when everyone knows who my dad is." I scoff. "So, what about your friend? The one that was supposed to pick you up?" "Ha, Shoyo? Yeah, no. He has a boyfriend and only thinks of me as a friend. So.." I shrug.
"Oh, that must suck," I could hear the pity in his voice. "Well, it's not all bad. I don't have to worry about putting my partner down or getting heartbroken..I guess it is hard to get heartbroken if you don't believe in love, huh?" "You don't believe in love?" he asked.
"There's my house, thanks for the ride.." I thanked, getting out of the car. "Huh? Who would've known we'd be neighbors?" he chuckled. "What?" "That's my house right there." he pointed at a mansion across the street.
"Oh...I didn't even notice someone had bough the Hendrixson's old house. Well, I'm going inside. See you at school, I guess." He nods and starts the car.
I walk inside the foyer and see two men scurring from my father's office. "AND DON'T COME BACK, YOU SHITTY BASTARDS!" I hear my father yell. I move out of the way as the two men are running out of the door. My father walks out as well, adjusting his suit. He notices me staring at him. "Kozume, is there a problem?" he asks, nonchalantly.
"N-no father..I should get to my room and do my homework." I say, rushing up the stairs. I get to my room and step inside, sighing in relief. The cold air touching my face, the plush carpet on the floor; it's all great. A majority of my time is spent here. Playing games, studying, sleeping. I mostly play games, though.
I sit at my desk and pull out a pile of worksheets from school and begin my work. A few hours later, I hear a knock at the door and turn towards it, seeing it open and someone stepping in. "Master Kenma, supper will be ready shortly."Koroma notifies, bows, then leaves, closing the door. I sigh and put my work away as I am done with it. I stand and stretch, walking to my private bathroom.
After I wash for supper, I head downstairs. I sit at the table and wait for the food to be set in front of me. I heard my father's heavy footsteps and he passes the dining room. What is he doing? The table is right here...I hear the front door open and hear more footsteps. Just then a family of four and my dad walk into the dining room.
I can't believe this. "Kuroo?" I ask aloud. "Hey, Kitty, nice place." "Thank you, Kuroo." my father says, pushing in Kuroo's grandmother's seat. "Yes, this place is very lovely, isn't it, dear?" his grandmothers looks at her husband. "Why, yes. It is." he replies. "Sorry, I didn't tell you about our guests earlier, Kozume."my father apologized. I nod and play with my napkin on the table. I feel Kuroo staring at me and turn my head to look at him. "Need something?" I asked, unamused.
He's obviously taken by suprise by the fact I knew he was staring at me. "N-no, just waiting for the food." he rubs his head and chuckles embarrassingly. I shrug my shoulders and go back to what I was doing. The food came out a few minutes later and the adults talked about business while Kuroo and I sat in silence. I would catch Kuroo glancing at me from time to time, but wouldn't say anything. Well, this certainly is awkward.
Heyo, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I've been losing some um inspiration and it's only the third chapter! Anyways, I do take suggestions and tips, so feel free to give some to me! Thank you for continuing to read this book, I appreciate it! (1158 words)
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Who Am I Really? (KuroKen)
FanficA blonde-haired boy in the mafia has trouble finding himself until a tall, black-haired boy walks into his life. The blonde is so confused as to why he's here. What reason could he have for being here? (Smut involved.) (Characters and artwork are NO...