♛ Royalty ♛ 『 Kuroken 』

♛ 02 ♛

We reached the coordinates after what seemed like years of driving. We were at a large, seemingly abandoned factory. The only reason you could tell people were inside were because there were screams and shots heard from behind the walls.

"Kenma. How should we go in?"

I looked at the building for a minute and thought.

After several minutes of studying the building I noticed a ventilation system near a tall tree that could help us break in stealthily.

"Kuro. Follow me." I said as I sprinted to the tree.

I pulled out two knives from my belt loops. The tree would be rather difficult to claim on my own seeing as I was rather short, but the knives would assist.

I stabbed into the tree and pulled myself up. I continued the process, pulling out knives and stabbing them in higher to use as grips. Finally, I pulled myself onto a high branch and reached down for Kuroo.

"Grab my hand." I said.

I knew I wouldn't be strong enough to lift him, but I also knew that if he tried to climb at the same time I tried to pull him up then we could make it.

I grunted as I attempted to lift his weight onto the branch.

"C'mon Kuro." I said as I ran across the branch towards the vent. Kuroo kicked it in for me, knowing I wasn't strong enough. Finally, after it had broken, I began to crawl through.

Kuroo was close behind me, and we shuffled through the dusty vents until I found another opening. There was a vent that was about three feet above a large beam, probably used to support the ceiling.

After a quick second I figured that the beam was sturdy enough to stand on, as I used a knife to try to unscrew the vent. After several failed attempts, I successfully unscrewed it.

I dragged the cover to the side and carefully slipped onto the beam. Kuroo followed, gun in hand.

We looked down and saw squad 4 split up throughout the room. There were about 20 or so people who were unfamiliar, all of which were our enemies.

Behind a couple of boxes, Nishinoya and Asahi were trapped. Asahi seemed to be patching up a wound on Noya's shoulder.

On the other side of the room, Yamamoto and Tanaka were trapped by a large group.

Shōyo popped up from behind some boxes every once in a while. I can't believe they dragged him into this. He's not even apart of squad 4.

We had three options.

One, attempt to snipe the enemy. It would take too long and it would be easy for them to take us out once they noticed is.

Two, we could slide down one of the beams and walk right into a dangerous fight.

Or three, which is rather similar to option two; I would slide down the beam and walk into the fight. But, I'd allow myself to slip out of consciousness or 'go psycho' as the agency likes to call it. I could potentially hurt someone, but Kuroo would probably keep me in check.

I turned to him, and our eyes met. We've done this so many times that we don't even have to speak to know what comes next.

Time to go psycho.

Kuroo kissed me on the cheek.

"Good luck Kenma."

Dear reader,
IM SO SORRY!!! SO SO SORRY!! This story is absolute garbage. I finished prewriting it yesterday, and I didn't know what to do at the end so I kinda gave up. My next story will be better though, I'm writing it now. It's a really fucking angsty iwaoi fanfic and then after that I'm either gonna write a Tsukkiyama or a Bokuaka fic.

Fun story: When I was younger I wanted to become a famous writer (in English), so when I learned the language I focused on writing. Now I can write like and English eight year old and I speak like a literally two year old. I remember I couldn't pronounce "my name is Chihiro" when I first started and I mixed English and Japanese words. I just thought I'd share this because the other day I mispronounce the number eight and my girlfriend made fun of me.
Sincerely,
Chihiro