♛ Royalty ♛ 『 Kuroken 』

♛ 14 ♛

"K-Kenma.." Kuroo choked out, unsure of what to say.

"I'm so mad at you! And I'm so sad! Why didn't you just kill me and end my sorry life? I feel like I've had to watch my mother die twice after having to remember it. This is all because of you. Have you just been using me? Am I some you for you to play with? I thought you loved me, but clearly I was wrong." I said, unsure what to do from that point on.

"Ken-chan..." He said softly.

"Don't Ken-chan me Kuroo. I'm done with your shit." I spoke. "I don't want to hurt anyone anymore, so I'm going to leave before I snap all of your necks."

I leave the room. I don't know what I want anymore. I think I just want to escape and push away all my problems.

I keep walking, storming through the building. Finally, I'm outside.

I breathe in, inhaling the cool autumn air. The grass is a pale shade of green and the trees are beginning to lose their leaves. I walk far, through the field-like area, only to come across a forest.

Making my way through the forest I find what's on the other side.

The city.

Bustling streets and busy people move quickly past me and I'm swept up in the insanity. Finally, I escape the crowd of people. I look around to find that I've been pushed right outside of the doors of a grocery store.

Reaching into my pocket I manage to find 10 dollars, a nickel and a piece of paper.

Crumpling of the paper I shove it into my pocket, walking into the store.

I look around the store, there are a few people but it's mainly empty. I look around, surveying my options. There's a large bag of chips for 1.99, but those never last long and are usually half full of air. There's some candies, but those aren't very filling. Finally, I settle on a large box of mini donuts for six dollars and a three dollar water.

Going up to the cashier I place the money in front of him.

"You look familiar." He said.

Shit. He either recognized me as the kidnapped prince of France or an assassin. I hope it's not for the assassin part, but I work for an underground and secretive agency so he probably doesn't know me for that.

I put my head down and say, "I get that a lot."

He offers a warm smile as he checks my items.

"Thank you." I say quickly, stealing a glance at the clock ask leave. It was 7:46

I know that's not very late, but I'm tired. So I search for a bench to sleep on.

I find one, and quickly doze off.

Dear reader,
I hope the money is correct. I've always had trouble with American currency. But hanks for reading :-)

Also, the rest of this book will probably be a little lazy. I'm not really into this story anymore.