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Katsuki hates himself.
Why wouldn't he? He was a stupid little brat who couldn't even follow simple directions. A nuisance, hellspawn, a stain on their family name, well actually, that was only according to his parents.
He was an accident. His parents told him so. They never wanted him, but they figured it out too late and couldn't terminate the pregnancy. Of course, with Mitsuki's crazy diet, skinny frame, and irregular periods it's no wonder they didn't notice.
It started with cooking. Katsuki was cooking dinner. He didn't cook often; he only just learned how to cook. His parents were tired of him doing nothing all day, wasting their food, money, and time just by being alive.
On Friday night, his mother dragged him from the closet he was being held in. His head hurts, and she's screaming in his ear. Something about his recent science test score.
"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING, BRAT!" Mitsuki screamed, snapping him out of the fuzz.
Katsuki turned to his mom, giving her a confused look which she scoffed at. "You're always sitting on your ass doing nothing. Go make fucking dinner, you disgusting pig!" "ugh," Mitsuki said, her face turned up in a sneer.
He threw her a look before tuning into the kitchen to begin cooking. He's trying to Katsudon, it's Zuku's favorite, and he was restricted from going to the playground to meet at all this week.
While he was reminiscing on all the missed fun he could've had. He smelt smoke. 'oh crap.' He was brought back by the smell of burning pork. Katsuki hurridly turned off the stove and moved the pan to an off burner. He quickly reached to grab a plate, but it slipped out of his hand and dropped to the ground shattering. He jumped off the stool he was standing on straight onto the broken glass, then dropped to his knees anxiously. He grabbed the pieces, collected them, and sliced his fingers in the process.
He was so frantic he couldn't see her coming. But when he looked up, it was too late; she was there.
She was yelling, but he couldn't hear anything. His ears were ringing. She's dragging him. "imsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorry" he's pleading. He can't even make out himself, but he can tell he's yelling though cause his throat is starting to hurt. He dropped his weight in hopes of stopping her.
It didn't.
They're standing at the door to the closet. Mitsuki opened the door, and you could see claw marks from previous use on its backside. (By him, of course. Who else)
"I won't do it again!" "I'll do better!" "I'm sorry!" Now he's begging, pleading.
She won't listen. She's forcing Katsuki into the closet.
All of a sudden, Mitsuki is screaming. His hand is hot. "What the fuck! WHAT THE FUCK, YOU LITTLE BITCH!" She pulled her arm away from Katsuki's only to find a red hand-shaped burn. "What did you do?" Mitsuki yelled at Katsuki, her face red with anger, and a nasty glare pointed at him. If looks could kill, he would've died the day he was born.
Katsuki's confused. He doesn't understand what's going on. Katsuki looked down at his hand. They were popping and cracking, and tiny explosions fell onto the wood floor from his hands.
Katsuki looked up at his mother, who was still glaring down at him. "YOU REALLY ARE A HELLSPAWN!" Mitsuki spit at him.
Mitsuki grabbed Katsuki's leg, pulling him to the basement door to lock him down there instead. Katsuki panicked and grasped onto the bottom of the door setting it aflame. And with the door, the house followed. Mitsuki started kicking him, yelling that this was all his fault.
In an instant, fire surrounded them at every turn.
Katsuki looked around the fire at every turn. He had to get away. Mitsuki had already gone from the house. Katsuki took his chances and went to the leftmost cupboard in the kitchen that was used for nothing. It was where he kept his go bag for whenever he was kicked out.
Katsuki grabbed the home phone and shoes as he left the house. KAtsuki dialed the police as he sat in the driveway of his burning home.
"Hello, this is the police emergency line. How can I help you?" a woman spoke through the phone.
"Um, I- My house it's. My house is on fire. It's on fire!" Katsuki's voice was shaking, tears streaming down his face.
"Are you in the house?"
"No."
"Is there anyone else in the house?"
"No."
The emergency operator noticed how young Katsuki sounded. It's concerning for a young child to be home alone at this time of night. "Where are your parents?"
"My um- my mom, she just left. and my dad, he's at work."
"Your mom just left?" the dispatcher asked, even more concerned.
"Yeah, she just."
"How old are you?" the dispatcher asked.
"I'm 5."
"YOU'RE 5?!"
"Yes."
"Ok, firefighters are on their way. Do you have a safe place to wait far from the fire?"
"Yeah, there's a park by my house."
"Can you wait there?"
"Yeah"
"Ok, stay on the line; the firefighters should be there soon."
The fire must have eaten away at the phone dock and cords by now because the line cut off.
Katsuki tried to dial 911 repeatedly, but the phone didn't even ring. So finally, Katsuki gave up and started to walk towards the park where all the kids played on the weekend.
It was a 13-minute walk and about 7 minutes into the walk, Katsuki heard the sirens probably arriving at his house. When he got to the park, he hid under the tube slide connected to 'pirate lookout.'
The sky was crying. The night was warm so was the rain. The rain pellets were hard and heavy.
The earth was crying for Katsuki.
Katsuki was exhausted. He fell asleep before the police could come to get him.