Chapter Six: "Remadancy"

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A ceiling fan slowly turned above him.
The bed lay diagonal to a window that outlooked the night sky.
A small draft escaped from the isolated walls. For a teenager, Kuroo's room was relatively empty.
Nothing except a large bed and futon towards the beginning of the stairs. And a plasma screen sat on a stand adjacent to a coffee table.

There was a ruckus downstairs.
Kenma thought it had to be that boisterous loud guy with the two toned hair. He was nice--but very loud.
He also asked a lot of questions.

Kenma fiddled with his fingers and sat upright in a swivel chair. It motioned back and forth as he swung his legs around.
Sweat droplets formed at his pores.
He couldn't stop moving.
He looked around the room uneasily.
His breaths became ragged and short.
He was nervous.

Mostly because he was sitting in Kuroo's room.
He pressed his legs together and pulled down at his skirt.
He grew even more nervous.

This night would definitely be the beginning or ending of a lot of things.
Suddenly Kenma heard shoes meeting the stairs below him.
Kuroo came back into the room with a cup and set it on a low wooden table in front of Kenma.

He laughed, "Sorry, We're not fancy enough for tea."
Kenma smiled cheekily. "It's fine. Thank you." Kuroo sat next to him in a day bed near the television stand.

"Do you want to talk now or-."

"We can do it now."

    Kenma crossed his legs in the chair and hunched forward. He blew an exaggerated breath. He knew that if he didn't say anything now, there was a good chance nothing would be said.

"Why's your mom being...Ya know, being...difficult?" Kuroo trailed off, not knowing the most appropriate way to describe Kenma's mother.

"A prick? You can say whatever, I don't care."

    Kuroo sat back, dumbfounded at Kenma's sudden change of attitude. Though he knew he wouldn't have the attitude unless there was a reason.

"Why don't you live with your dad then?"

Kenma gripped the arms of the chair and averted his eyes to the floor. His voice was almost inaudible .
"I use to live with him, but he's dead. That's why I was staying with her until I moved in with my aunt."

"So why'd your mom decide to just drop by like that?"
Kenma couldn't see his face from where he was sitting.
Only a dim lamp shun from the darkest corner of the room.
Kuroo scratched the back of his head and glanced up at Kenma.
He saw something in his eyes.
Something that was clouding him.

He clicked his tongue to his cheek and lean back in the chair.
    "Ya know. I think there's something real important you're not telling me. I mean I'm not trying to push you into saying anything you don't want to, but I think it'd be better if you spoke up."

Kenma brought his hand to his face and rubbed his forehead. Of course there were things that he wanted him to know. Above all else Kenma didn't want to deceive him.

Deceive. Him.

"Kuroo, I need to tell you something."

"I'll hear anything you have to say."

Kenma was anxious, yet tranquil that he'd take to hearing him out.
Kuroo seemed fine at the moment.
There was nothing beyond the norm.
    He closed his eyes and drew a deep breath. He held his head towards the ceiling. The words that escaped his lips came ever so quickly.
He hadn't even known he'd spoken them. Partly because there was a quietness about the room.
    He said it again.

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