breaking and entering (yandere! Kuroo x fem reader)

27 || trust

In the dim, flickering glow of a solitary bulb hanging precariously from the ceiling, Kuroo carefully unraveled the crimson bandana he'd been using aa a gag for his mother's mouth - feeling ripples of unease run down his spine, his fingers recoiled instinctively at the touch of the slimy fabric.

The feeble illumination cast coldness on the grey walls, revealing dust motes that danced in the uncertain light and accentuating the stains of blood and filth that spoiled the floor.
Kuroo's face twitched under the mask he was wearing, a gag jolting through his chest as the smell of stale urine and feces punched him in the throat; it had been a while since he'd cleaned the basement, and the odor had started to seep into the walls.

Looking at the unconscious body of his mother, however, it was clear that he wouldn't have to worry about the state of the basement for much longer. She'd been getting quickly thinner, and weaker - her bones were starting to protrude in every direction, her joints almost poking out of her thin skin.
Her beauty, that she treasured so dearly, had been brutally drained from her features. She lay, like a shell of a human, in her own dirt and desolation, crying away the days and the nights - at the sole mercy of a heartless son.

Desperate rang the calls of a few coworkers, worried about her sudden disappearance: it was Kuroo's mellifluous voice that answered, dismissing everyone's concern about her.
"She's went vacation. It was an impulsive decision," he would chuckle, leaning on the wall as his gaze met her begging stare "you know how she is. She just leaves when she's feeling overwhelmed. Her phone's probably disconnected. Yeah, thanks for calling, have a nice day."
Words just rolled off the tip of his tongue, like a script he'd practiced many times before.

He had made sure to put her on the line when he called her boss, a box cutter to her throat as he intimated her to quit her job. Her eyes had looked up desperate, full of gentle mercy as she followed up with her son's orders.
The way the cold light bounced off her worn out features brought a solemn severity to her features, softened by fear and agony as she locked eyes with Kuroo. She sniffled quietly, a lone tear running down her cheek - an image that was now burned in his mind, like a statue of a redeeming Holy Mary basking in her own misery.

Now, however, there was nothing left; there was only a skeleton wrapped up in the last veil of its pale skin to look at. The fleeting holy image that Kuroo had found in her was completely extinct.
Sometimes, caught up in his own thoughts, he wondered how sane his plan actually was. There were little to no arguments to back up the reckless decisions he'd made so far; still, he was in it too deep now. No matter what he did, there was no going back from the chaotic state of things.

"Mom," Kuroo lightly slapped her bony cheeks with the back of his hand, "Food."
Not too long ago, the word 'food' would startle her awake, her face contracted in a groggy expression as she tried to force her eyes open.
Now she didn't even react - Kuroo would still proceed to shove spoonfuls of canned food in her mouth, but she rejected the food after entertaining it for a couple of seconds on her lips. Everything would start dripping down on her chest, her dirty clothes, and the filthy mattress she lied on, staining it with damp vegetable residue that would soon bloom into mold.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, mom."
As he watched her spit the food out, Kuroo couldn't help this outburst of anger, and he threw the can across the room: the water inside splashed across the cold walls, marking them with new, earthy, colors.
Kuroo rubbed his eyes, sighing deeply as he did so. Through his fingers, he looked at his mother leaning senselessly against the wall, totally passed out.
Out of worry, he ran a finger under her nose to check her breathing, and when he detected the faint breaths he somewhat caught his heart skipping a beat.

"I'm leaving now."
He covered her up, turned the light off and locked the basement before finally leaving that chamber of torture.

As Kuroo walked towards his car, his mind was filled with a whirlwind of conflicting emotions; the image of his dying mother was burned into his eyes, and even if a part of him felt deep guilt, the other couldn't feel the faintest hint of empathy towards her. That was payback - he thought - for all of the painful years that he spent longing for her affection; payback for the serenity he lacked as a child - for the constant fear of being abandoned, and forgotten.