The Story of the Seven

CHAPTER 24 - Adopting A Kid Without Wife's Consent

Very Early Morning

-Kuroba POV-

"Hey, Mafuyu, so I know it's early in the morning, and you're tired." I said, leaning against the front entrance of my home.

"Yeah."

"But listen, I used my position to instantly adopt you, so.....well....you're at my home."

"Okay."

"And stay in the living room until I call you. Also, call mothers "mom," alright?"

"Okay."

"Did you seriously say "okay" with no objections?"

"Well, what the heck am I supposed to do? Besides, this worked well the last time I tried it, although I don't know where Katyusha went after fending off those evil people."

"Uh... Yeah. Okay, so do what I tell you, alright?"

"Got it."

"Alright! Now I'm going to convince my wife now. Don't worry, I'll protect you even if the world turns on you."

"Wow......Dramatic....."

Afternoon, Same Day

-Kuroba POV-

The afternoon sky is dreary and raining, perhaps a reflection of the emotional pain I am undergoing right now.

What kind of emotional pain am I going through, you ask? Long story short, it has to do with me bungling up the order of things – first adopting a child, then trying the get my wife on board. I really should have done this in reverse order – it would've been much simpler.

Case in point:

"As I said, for the thousandth time, I don't want a @#$@ child!" My wife furiously screamed at me, her eyes shooting lasers which burned through me.

"You'd seriously never thought of how I'd react when you come back home from work, and with a plain face, announce that you GOT a child?"

She emphasized that sentence by throwing a vase at me. It was a pretty one, with those flowery designs, so I felt so bad for that semi-expensive vase when it shattered over my head, the ceramic fragments raining down on me.

"Hold on a sec-"

"On top of that, both you and I are climbing up the ladders of the organization! Adopting a child will only get in the way of our job as well!"

"We can still clamber up the ladder while raising a child! Besides, what the hell were you expecting me to do? That child's been abused twice by two sets of rotten parents for heaven's sake – one of them was a human trafficker, no less. Of course I had to take her home!"

"Shut up! I'm not accepting her, and that's that. Divorce me if you have any complaints!"

With that fiery exchange of words, our verbal sparring which started in the morning came to a close, as my wife tactically shut herself in our bedroom.

I hurriedly tried to yank the door open before she could lock it, but the deadbolt slammed shut before my hand reached the handle. Furious footsteps and ominous mutterings followed behind closed doors.

"What am I going to do?" I mutter to myself.

I wearily walked back downstairs to the living room, where my newly adopted eight-year old child awaited.

"See, I told you mother hates me." (Mafuyu)

"Darling, don't say that, please. I'll convince your mother to properly love and take care of you."