Intertwined

Chapter twenty-three - The seven stages of grief

Trigger warnings: Mentions of death in the past, sickness

Atsumu's POV:

*ring ring*

"Come on all ya have to do is pick up, is that so hard to do".

*ring ring*

"It's not like I'm your child or anything, no big deal".

*ring ring*

"Fine, be stubborn then ya old-"

"Hello?", the distinctive voice of my mother rings down the phone causing all train of thought to be thrown out of the window, it's been quite a while since I heard her voice, still as emotionless as ever I see.

"Hi it's- um it's Atsumu, Yano- your son, just in case you forgot that's all", fuck why am I so awkward, she's my mom for god's sake, and she's the one who snubbed osamu and me when hiro turned up unknowingly, not like she had much involvement in our life in the first place, but it still hurt me and osamu a fuck ton. "Yes I know who my son is Atsumu, what do need?", she says almost sounding bored of the conversation before it's even begun.

"Can't I just call my mother once in a while to see how she's doing?", My eyes roll to the side knowing I'm about to get an equally sarcastic reply or a lecture about how my attitude and choices in life are a disappointment to the Miya family name, or if she's feeling lively enough she'll mixed them both together in a beautiful toxic soup.

I'll be the one to admit, I may have some underlying mummy issues- but so does osamu, in fact he's probably got it worse than I do. However I do indeed have bad daddy issues, took me a long time to admit it, admit that what he said and did to me wasn't normal behaviour for a father or anyone for that matter. There both as toxic as the other, always arguing and if they aren't arguing- then they're either cheating on each other with anyone that would have them or find anyway to belittle me and samu.

"We haven't talked in a little over a year, and suddenly you want to ask how I am? Ya clearly want something Atsumu so out with it already, I have things to do", I can vaguely taste the venom in her cold voice, as it seeps though my skin making me feel as if I'm being slowly poisoned by the toxins from her passionless input. Come on Atsumu just ask her, then you don't ever have to talk to her again, you can do this just don't get too wound up, that's what she's wants, she wants a reaction.

"It's about Chiyo", a beat of silence came from the other side of the phone, the booming silence seems almost alien when talking with mother as her favourite thing to do is run her mouth, I guess I got that unfortunate trait from her. I hear incoherent shuffling from mothers side, along with a few muttered curse words, "what about Chiyo?".

Her defensive tone slaps me in the face like a strong gush of wind, she knows something, I know that deceiving sound; she used it many times with our father to lie about her multiple affairs and many other scandalous things she's done. "I need ya to be honest with me, and trust me I know when ya lie mother your not as sly as you may think. So I need you to tell me if something happened to her since me and osamu left home, I just need to know her and her family are safe.".

I'm dreading the answer that I'm about to get, I have my own speculations about Chiyo, but I really really don't want my theories to be true, Chiyo was like mine and osamus whole childhood. Mother and father didn't exactly have the time or emotional capacity to even interact with us when we was younger, never mind care for us, so they hired a nanny to look after us. That nanny was Chiyo, I can't quite remember her family name, something starting with S but that didn't matter, we just called her by her given name and the name she married into.