Her Pervert (Sequel)

Chapter 2 - Where the hell have you been?!

This has not been fully reviewed and edited! I keep crying every time I read it so...

Chapter 2 - Where the hell have you been?!

Kyoya's P.O.V

I eventually took (Y/N) home, back to Japan that is. Now with my father's company in my hands I had everything I ever wanted, except my child. My son, and possibly the only child we would ever have, is dead. The coffin was buried in Japan in a private area owned by (Y/N) and I, in a beautiful but small garden covered in many exotic flowers and a large cherry tree in the middle. "Levi Momotarou Ootori," I read aloud as I stared down at the tiny grave, the time of his short life engraved below his name. Tears started to blur my vision and I once again found myself burying my head in (Y/N)'s shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably as she also cried, rubbing circles into my back. After a few minutes I finally cleared my head, wiping my eyes with a handkerchief as I said, "I think we should go home. I suppose you're exhausted" She nodded and fell forward a little, allowing me to pick her up and carry her through the mesmerizing garden to the car. After setting her down in the passenger side and pecking her forehead, smiling a little as she slept, I walked around to the driver's side of the car, pulling out of the parking zone and onto the street before taking the chance to sneak another glance at my now sleeping wife. Smiling a little again I headed straight for the Ootori mansion, sighing as I thought of how angry my father would be for running away. I didn't care what he thought of me anymore, its just the thought of him hurting (Y/N) that destroyed me on the inside. "Levi Momotarou Ootori, you will always be remembered"

~Time Skip~

Slowly pulling to a stop at the end of the driveway I gently shook (Y/N) awake, the tears that I cried on the drive to the mansion stained on my cheeks. "Let's go" She simply nodded in response like always; she had refused to speak since Levi's death. Tears threatened to spill again as I thought of my son's short time alive, the time where I didn't even get to meet him let alone hear him cry adorably like every other newborn. As soon as I opened the door with my arm around (Y/N)'s shoulders I was instantly attacked by cries of joy from the household servants and my siblings, all of whom were waiting in the entrance room for some reason. Fuyumi stepped forward to embrace the two of us, but as soon as she saw the depressed looks on our faces she backed off, silently staring like my brothers, however they seemed a bit happier about my being so upset. They probably think its less of a competition for the company now. I wonder if father's told them he sold it to K.O. yet. I sighed and waited for my father himself, since a maid or a butler was probably in his office right now informing him of my return. Sure enough I heard the loud slam of a door from upstairs before slow, heavy footsteps that were getting closer and closer ever few seconds. "Kyoya," my father said menacingly as he stood at the top of the stairs, not caring about how both (Y/N) and I felt right now. Speaking of (Y/N) I quickly glanced at her to see her crying silently while looking down at the floor, her hands on her stomach, the soft taps of her tears dripping onto the floor making me cringe. I was soon crying as well, waiting for my father to finally speak up and try to lecture me. When I heard no words from him I started making my way to my old bedroom, however I was stopped by my father at last shouting, "Where the hell have you been, boy?!" I didn't answer him, the both of us just staring at the old man. "I've been searching for months for the two of you! And where is this so called grandchild of mine?!" As I was about to speak up (Y/N) quietly, although everyone in the room could hear her, said, "Please... Don't ask" He didn't listen, of course. He continued to ramble on, making me angrier with each word he so rudely spat at us, my fist clenched and shaking at my side. "You dare leave this household and abandon all your duties as an Ootori just so you could be with some girl?!" I finally snapped and raised my voice at him for the first time in my life, shocking everyone else in the manor as I screamed, "WILL YOU JUST LEAVE US ALONE FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE?!?! I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY ANYMORE, SO YOU CAN GET FUCKED. AND IF YOU WANT TO KNOW SO BAD WHY MY SON ISN'T HERE, ITS BECAUSE HE DIED BEFORE I EVEN GOT TO SEE HIM!!!" I panted from all the shouting, my throat dry as I started to hastily lead (Y/N) away from my startled family, trying to get to my room as quickly as possible before my father would try to come up with a smartass comment that would probably end in me trying to beat him up or even kill him. "I'm sorry about that," I whispered to a now terrified (Y/N). Never in my life had I raised my voice and expressed this much anger, which probably scared the living daylights out of her, most likely making her think that Levi's death was some sort of trigger that awakened the demon within me. She lay down on the bed still shaking, moving away when I tried to kneel beside her and nuzzle my head in the crook of her neck like I always used to when I was feeling affectionate. Gasping a little at her actions I felt whatever light I had left in my body fade away into darkness, my arms numb as I grabbed a blanket from the cupboard and headed for the couch. I cried myself to sleep for the first time, ignoring the knocks and pleas from my family outside the door. This is the worst day of my life.

I'm sorry. Again. Btw, I think Momotarou means Peach or something to do with flowers. I wanted a flower name for him because of the garden he's buried in. *insert sad smile*