Polaroid

. Day 13-14 .

Kuroo watched as Kenma slept on the bed. It was getting late and if he didn't go home anytime soon he would be in trouble. He moved some hair out of the smaller ones face and put it behind his ear. He didnt have that frown he always wore when he was awake. His pretty pink lips where parted and his chest would rise up and down.
Kuroo pulled a red fluffy blanket over Kenma and picked up his things. He slowly walked out after he blew a kiss at him.

He needed to get home soon or else but the only form of transportation was a train. He hopped onto a bullet train that was filled with people since it was the last ride of the day. Everyone crowded around Kuroo and pushed him until they where tightly packed. Nobody looked happy in there everyone had a grumpy facial
Expression that just said that they wanted to go home. He held onto the handle as a woman pressed against him with a sorry look on her face. Kuroo smiled at her telling her that it was fine. Thing like this always happen, It was pretty common after all anyone would understand.

The ride went by slow not that he cared. Anything that would let him be away from the freak was wonderful bonus points if it would work as a great excuse. The train came to a slow stop and he got off the train. The wind blew in his face and snow came falling down. Kuroo looked up in the sky and smiled as the cold snow touched his skin. Kenma would of probably made fun of him if he saw him like this. Kuroo laughed at the thought of it and made his way home. Soon he was home and when he approached this door step he felt uneasy and scared he took his wallet out to see the Polaroid of Kenma nicely tucked in the clear plastic where his ID would go. It brought some comfort to him as he saw his lover beautifully posed. Kuroo kissed it like the goofy person he was and put his wallet away taking a deep breath. Things can go either good or wrong today but it was always better to hope for the best.

Before he could nock at the door it was swung open. "Where have you been? Do you think it's funny to run off somewhere for so long?" Souta said as he held a bottle of alcohol in his right hand. He looked drunk with a sprinkle of cracked out.

"Sorry I went to visit a friend, since you know they where worried about me because I have bruises." Kuroo said as he stepped inside.

Souta looked at Kuroo up and down analyzing if there was anything different but nothing. He approached the Kuroo who was slightly smaller than him and pushed him against the wall. Getting close enough for Kuroo to feel his hot breath on his neck. Souta inhaled deeply and chucked.

"You where with a girl huh? I can smell her perfume all over you." He said disgusted.

"W-what? I didn't, I promise you I didn-" before Kuroo could finish his sentence Souta grabbed the front of Kuroo's hair and pulled it back causing him to bang his head on the wall. Kuroo grabbed his arm and tried pushing it off but failed.

"Don't you fucking lie to me," he spat on Kuroo's face. He then proceeded to pull Kuroo by the hair to the basement. Kuroo once again tried pulling away free knowing something bad was about to happen. Nothing seemed to work on this guy he had kicked, punched and pulled and he was still in his grasp. Why was he so weak against this guy? Was he on steroids? Kuroo was thrown in a wooden chair. His arms Where strapped where the palm of his hands where facing up.

Souta walked to the dark to a furnace and opened it to reaveal fire inside. He grabbed something from his right that seemed like a iron rod. As he realized what was going to happen his eyes watered. This was a huge misunderstanding, he knew there was no way he could talk to this angry drugged baster. A single tear rolled down his face as he was approached with the burning hot iron.

"You know I'm tired of just being ignored. I tell you not to do something and you go and fucking do it. I told you not to get near your soulmate and what do you do? Come home smelling like her." Souta raised the rod.

"Wait! Please wait!! I didn't go to any girls house, I was with my guy friend and on my way I took a bullet train. It was packed and a g-girl was pressed against me!" Kuroo shouted.

Soutas face changed from a angered to a calm one. "Oh...Well we're already here! Might as well continue." Souta smiled and pressed the rod on Kuroo's wrist. Exactly on his soulmates tattoo. A loud cry echoed in the house as the pain was unbearable. The silent room with sizzling nosies of his skin melting made it worst. Kuroo's eyes widen as he felt the hot iron against his skin. Tears streamed down his face as the burning sensation felt like it was going to kill him. It felt unbearable and agonizing. Kuroo wailed in pain, he tried to move but the straps where too tight. Finally Souta pulled it off and looked at Kuroo's wrist. He looked quite happy with his actions. He then grabbed the Med kit next to him that he had already prepared. He opened it and took out a ointment.

His shaky hands picked up the tube and opened it putting some on his long crooked fingers.
Kuroo jumped at his touch as he placed the ointment on him. It was still hurting. It felt like a lighter was being held against his arm. Souta wiped Kuroo's tears away as they still came out and wrapped his wrist with a bandage so it wouldn't get infected. "W-why me," Kuroo managed to say in between sobs. He couldn't control his tears. He just let them fall.

Why did this happen to him? Why was he suffering this much? Was being rejected the first time by his soulmate not enough? Was this ever going to end? Will things get worst?" Kuroo was finally released from the straps but he didn't have the energy to push himself up. He was to shaken up to even think about walking. He looked down at his arm in misery, how was he going to explain this to Kenma?

Kuroo's head was tilted up so he could look up at Souta who had a smile plastered on his face. Kuroo felt a lump in his throat finding it hard to swallow the saliva that was in his mouth. He was finding it a bit hard to breath. Souta leaned in and kissed Kuroo on the lips. "Your mine okay?"

Kuroo didn't answer, he looked straight at him with a soulless look. One that Souta enjoyed knowing that he now might have full control over Kuroo. I'm going to be living in hell from now on arnt I? Kuroo thought to himself. There had to be something more to his life, he wasn't born to just be tortured right?

"Your sleeping in the basement tonight," Souta said as he moved out the way to show Kuroo where he was going to rest. In front of him laid a green futon with a pillow and a thin blanket you would use during the summer. Next to that was a lunch box and a water bottle. Kuroo didn't know to either be surprised or conserned if he was going to be warm enough for the night. Just siting here made his body shiver.