Recollected Memories // Kuroken

Chapter 12

Kuroo's POV

Mom: Tetsurou where were you last night. When I reached the front desk, they said you had checked in.

Mom: Where are you?

Mom: I'm sorry for being late. If you're angry over it I'm sorry.

Mom: Tell me where you are.

Mom: -

The first thing I saw on my phone.

The last text today:

Mom: Happy birthday Tetsurou. Let's meet up another time when you are free.

Well... it's my birthday. Shit, this doesn't make anything better.

I ruffled my messy hair.

After regaining my sanity, after my short frantic search for Kenma, I decided to go visit his mother.

The air hung frigid as I walked past the narrow streets. My chest felt heavy as I remembered how I'd walk home from school with Kenma every day. But ever since he was gone, I walked alone. Cringing at the thought I quickened my pace towards the residence.

I hesitated at the doorsteps and waited for the rapid pacing towards the entrance. The louder it got, the more anxious I was. I knew I didn't want to meet her and I'm pretty sure that's what she thought about me but this was important. It was something she had to know.

The door opened showing a sullen face.

She was hooked, I could tell that she was suppressing the urge to tell me to go.

"H-hi Kuroo what brings you here today." She forced out a greeting.

Ignoring her blatantly obvious remark I recalled all my past events to her. By the end of it, she was almost in tears.

I stood awkwardly, having come up with no plan, we were both uncertain what move to make first.

"I think you should leave." Her voice quivered.

"Wait-" Immediately, I opened my mouth to refute when abruptly, the door slammed shut.

Kenma's POV

Awakening with dulling pain on my back welcomed my first day of 'quarantine'.

My body was not doing what I wanted. I was way pickier than usual and everything around me was uncomfortable. This new living compartment which they said 'will be a refreshing and relaxing stay' was nothing but pain.

"Ha..." They could've at least given me a more varied supply of pillows. That was my new obsession.

Hate to admit it but I think I'm going through the nesting phase. I had hated myself so much for being an omega at this stage. My thoughts were a whole mess and I couldn't get anything straight.

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The mechanical sound of metal doors sliding open heightened my protective senses.

I responded with an immediate menacing scent.

Dammit, my skills have worsened to such an extent- I could feel my anxiousness leak through. Whoever entered will definitely pick up my distress.

A similar figure appeared through the entrance.

His broad clear steps traveled in slow motion as I appeared to wait in a timely fashion. The same man that had come and comforted me when I first arrived at the place, appeared and dosed me with the toxins every week. The omega on their side.

His blatant smile forever fixated on his face was always the same. I thought that I could hate him, but it wasn't possible. He was the man that had led me through and kept me on track for the past 7 years. He was someone with that small chance, and possibility, that understood how I felt. I'd completely ignored my feelings but now, I had begun to wonder. Could he have also been like me? Was he also taken by the others? But how did he manage to survive up until now? Is he really that important?

Maybe, just maybe, did he understand me.

As I thought, I'm becoming weak.

"Kenma..." He spoke up. I turned away from him.

"How are you feeling?" He ignored my action and continued to question. Something that he had asked for every single checkup. Nostalgic

He knew that I was distressed and confused at my own situation but continued to advance.

"I'm fine." A responded like always.

The closer he walked, the more I wanted to shift away, protect myself. But somehow, he was able to nudge closer and try to comfort me.

Subconsciously, I loosened up to his calming pheromones and let him hold me into an embrace. We stayed like that for who knows how long.

I wanted to cry.

The fear of what might happen to me, and the life that was living within me.

Why am I so weak? How am I going to protect the baby or even myself from whatever is going to happen next?

I felt hopeless, sitting there, and agreeing with everything the man had asked.

Writers Notes:

I'm sorry for not updating for so long :') You see, I was busy preparing for a piano exam and school is just pain T^T I also understand that this chapter is rlly short and yes I shall try and compensate with whatever is gonna come next :)) My inspo also kinda ran out but hey, now I'm back on track... Everything is just a mess for me.

Pls accept an apology ( >-<)