Together We Will Live Forever | An ABO Fanfic (DekuBaku)

Chapter 19: Divided, We Fall

Wednesday, April 23

Toshinori sped down the highway as he glanced at the dashboard—one o'clock in the morning. Inko was in the front passenger seat chewing her lips and twisting her fingers, a familiar family trait. Masaru tried massaging Mitsuki's neck in the back seats to help manage her stress. The rainstorm had long since dissipated into the night, the pitch black skies and twinkling stars poking through the clouds. They had traveled over an hour on the usually remote road, yet the traffic only seemed to get worse the closer they got to the city.

"Can't you go any fucking faster?" backseat driver Mitsuki muttered.

"Sorry," Toshinori apologized. "There's more cars on the road than usual. Seems like everyone is going to the same destination." He eyed the traffic ahead. "Our exit is the next off-ramp."

Inko leaned forward in her seat and squinted. "They all are exiting the same off-ramp!"

Toshinori gripped his steering wheel. "Then we take the off-ramp farther down. It might add an additional thirty minutes to our trip, but I have a feeling the traffic jam up ahead has something to do with the boys. It's no coincidence."

Mitsuki pulled out her phone and clicked the Voggle Map traffic icon. Sure enough, the route was red-lined for a few miles. "Good idea taking the next ramp. The south side of Heaven's Gate is completely backed up with traffic." She then went on Chatter to see why people were desperate to enter the city. Mitsuki held her breath as she read the trending tags: #PrimeAlphaFound, #NBASummerRankings, #JPSCBrotherhoodCult, #PrimeAlphaKidnapsOmega, #JPSCTakeOver #HellinHeaven'sGate, #Heaven'sGateMassacre.

"AHHHH!!!" Mitsuki screamed at the top of her lungs, causing Toshinori to dangerously swerve in his lane.

"Mitsuki! What's wrong?!" Masaru asked, concerned his normally strong wife was crying hysterically in her seat. She shoved the phone in his hands and started pulling her hair, fearing the worst for her child. Mitsuki felt it in her gut. Something went wrong. Something always went wrong.

"Mitsuki?! What's going on, Masaru?!" Inko questioned, turning around from her front passenger seat.

Masaru read the tags and found one that must've scared her. He clicked #Heaven'sGateMassacre tag. Up popped blurry, shaky videos of soldiers and vehicles surrounding several people in the distance. An unidentifiable person, white-washed by the blinding lights of the helicopters, drones, and vehicles, was seen yelling at the soldiers. The figure raised his or her hands above their head, when loud weapons were fired at the person.

Screams, shouts, and crying were heard in the video as it shook violently, many people having fled during the chaos, but the cameraman or woman was brave enough to continue filming the scene. As the person recorded kept creeping closer, the video showed the body of another unidentifiable person on top of the other, bloodied. Nearby soldiers grabbed the possibly dead person away while the one who was saved jumped up to stop them from taking the body. Two other civilians that were in the middle of it held the person back while screaming bloody murder, saying they 'killed him'. Then the scene stopped with the replay button popping up.

Masaru quietly sobbed, holding his wife in his arms. They knew that scared, screaming voice anywhere—their son's. Masaru, along with the rest of the world, had unknowingly witnessed Izuku's murder online.

"Masaru?" Inko whimpered in the front seat. "That was Katsuki's voice, wasn't it? What...what happened? Was my son...?"

"Don't watch, Inko. Don't watch," was all he could say, his voice wavering in sorrow.

Inko couldn't hold back and wailed. Toshinori fought grief from consuming him. He needed to concentrate on driving and figuring out what the hell happened. "Tsu- Tsukauchi," his voice cracked, "Where's Tsukauchi in this? He should've called us if something happened."