Haikyuu Mafia au: Its all for the kill

Part 12

Day: 7
Time: 10.48 AM
Location: Nekoma’s hideout

A wave of stream spread out on the floor, as the door to the bathroom opened, and the pudding head exited. His hair was wet and hang floppy around his face. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, since he had forgotten to bring one into the bathroom, so his scarred torso was visible. People who only knew half the story would be surprised, over how many there was, but those who had known him a long time knew why. Kenma hadn’t joined the mafia, because he enjoyed killing. Yes, he was good at it, but he hadn’t always been. And no way he enjoyed it; he wasn’t a psychopath.

When he was a kid, he grew up in an abusive home. His dad was always mean to him and his mom, so he always had a strong relationship with his mom and wanted to protect her. His dad used to play Russian Roulette on him and his mom, it was a miracle, that he had survived as long, as he had. But it had one upside, Kenma was pretty much immune to the fear of facing a gun. He couldn’t even remember, when he lost that fear. He never feared Russian Roulette, it was more, when his dad kicked or punched him and his mom.

One day when Kenma was 14 years old, and his dad came home wasted, the worst that Kenma could remember. His dad had begun to kick his mom. Kenma remembered hearing her screams from upstairs in his room. He covered his ears and hid in the closet, like his mom had told him to do years before. But then a scream worse than any other scream Kenma had heard filled the air, and he couldn’t take it anymore. He ran downstairs to help his mom. When he arrived downstairs, he so his mom laying on the floor broken glasses laying all around her. In her attempt to get away, she had accidently pushed over a vase that had stood on a nearby table. She fell, and the vase fell together with her spreading glass shards all over and around her, when it landed. In a desperate second Kenma grabbed whatever was next to him and hit his dad in the head with it. He wouldn’t allow his dad to hurt his mom anymore, he had gotten enough. Sadly, the thing Kenma had grabbed was a pair of scissors. They dug into his dad’s head spray blood all over Kenma and the area around him.

Kenma stood and caught his breath looking down on the bloody mess in front of him, as he realized, what he just did. In panic he looked over at his mom, the look in her eyes still haunted Kenma to the day today. The fear, the panic in her eyes. She feared him. Kenma’s attempt to protect his mom had made her fear him. And to be honest, he feared himself too. He tried to approach her, but she backed away quickly. Looking down at his bloody hands Kenma decided, what to do. He ran. He ran  as far and as fast, as he could. He wanted his legs to take him further, but they aced and hurt. He broke down on his knees. A scream escaped his throat, as he cried into his bloody hands. He felt a few weak pokes on his back. They gained speed, as he felt his clothes become soaked. He looked up to get a couple of raindrops in his eye. It had begun to rain. Kenma picked himself up and hid in busy town. Not long after Kuroo’s dad found him. Offered him a bed, roof over his head, food. He offered him a home.

The door to Kenma’s room opened pulling him out from his flash back. Before the visitor could say anything, Kenma threw a knife in the direction of the door. If there was one thing, he hated, it was people, who just wandered into his room before knocking. Especially when he wasn’t wearing a shirt, the others didn’t need to know about his scars. Not the oldest ones at least. He liked to keep that to himself. Of course, Kuroo knew, but Kenma assured him, that if he talked about it, Kenma would blow out his brain.

The bed head peaked inside making sure not to provoke another bullet his way. He made sure, that Kenma had seen him, and sent him an approving nod, before he entered the room. “We have a meeting Kenma.” The bed head glanced  at the scars on his old friends back. He had seen them many times, but still couldn’t get over it. He had before tried to talk to Kenma about it, but it was a forbitten area. And as much as he hated it. He understood and respected Kenma’s decision.

“Here put on a shirt.” He picked up a shirt hanging over Kenma’s chair and threw it over to the pudding head.
Kenma caught the shirt mid-air, and quickly used it to cover up his scars.

“Thanks.” He grabbed a towel and quickly ruffled his hair. If there was one thing, he didn’t need right there. It was the others teasing him, about how his hair stuck to his face, when it was wet. Something he had gotten enough of over the years.

“Let’s go.” Kuroo held the door open for Kenma, when he walked through. He couldn’t help but feeling pity towards his old friend. He remembered, when his dad brought Kenma home to their house that day. Kenma’s brown hair was all filthy and messy, his clothes was torn and had both blood stains and dirt on it, his arms had too many scratches to count, and his eyes were lost.
Kuroo’s dad had told, Kuroo to help Kenma settle in, show him the bathroom, so he could take a shower, lend him some clothes, get a bed ready for him and put some water over to tea. That was the first time he so Kenma’s scars. When he wandered into the bathroom, with some clothes that Kenma could have. Kenma sat in the bathtub staring blankly into the water. The layers of dirt had been washed off, only the horrifying scars were left on the boy’s body.

“Does it hurt?” Kuroo remembered asking that. Of everything he could have asked, he asked, if they hurt. Wasn’t that a weird way to start a friendship? To ask if somebody’s scars hurt? He remembered placing the clothes on a little table and sitting down on the floor in front of the bathtub.

“Not anymore.” That had been Kenma’s answer. He didn’t even look over at Kuroo, he didn’t even need to ask, what Kuroo meant. He already knew, like he read his mind. For the first time Kenma looked over at Kuroo, his eyes dead, confused like he didn’t know, what he was supposed to do. “Are they supposed to?”

Kuroo looked down at his legs. “I don’t know. I guess not.” When he looked up again, Kenma’s glance had returned to the water. His eyes just as distant as before. Kuroo noticed a little clod of dirt in Kenma’s hair. He stood up and sat on the edge of the bathtub. “Let me help you with that.” Surprisingly Kenma sat still, as Kuroo began to loosen the clod. “Have you considered colouring it?”

“No, why should I?” Kenma tilted his head more back, to make it easier for Kuroo to get the clod away. He still felt a little shiver inside, every time Kuroo touched him. But he felt glad, that someone helped him, he felt welcome. In some weird twisted way, he felt like, everything would be okay.

“To start a fresh. I don’t know what happened to you, but you probably want to leave it behind.” Kuroo froze, as Kenma looked down again. Did he hit a forbitten area? Of course, he did! What was he thinking?! Why would he bring the past up?! The kid just escaped the past! “I am sorry, forget I said anything.” He stood up and dried his hands in a nearby towel.

He was just about to exit, as Kenma spoke up, it was low, but hearable. Kuroo turned to look at the boy, in return the boy looked up at him, a little smile had made its way onto his face. “I would like that.” For the first time in a long time, Kenma smiled.
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Sad backstories. Yay TvT