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"nemeko!"

"Nemeko!"

"Neme*cough*ko!"

the sick calls of Y/n rang through the house as Nemeko tends to his sick girlfriends every need.

Her condition has gotten worse and she now is bedridden with a fever.

Nemeko is worried out of his mind and is completely clueless of what to do about the following:

She hasn't slept because of her stuffed nose.

She can't eat because she throws it up.

She is cranky.

All things that nemeko never had to deal with until now.

but nonetheless, he's happy to be taking care of his beloved Y/n.

"Nemeko, cuddle meeeee!!!" y/n whines making nemeko look up from his book.

Looking at his girlfriend with a blank face he simply states.

"Your contagious, I'm risking my health sitting here with you. be happy I'm here."

Y/n's mouth drops open at his sudden sassiness before crossing her arms and pouting.

Returning to his book, Nemeko lets out a content sigh.

Finally silence.

"I'm thirsty." Y/n states grumpily.

Nevermind.

Nemeko sighs loudly before getting up and going to the kitchen.

shortly after leaving he returns with a tray containing soup and tea.

setting the tray down, nemeko sits on the bed with the soup bowl.

"What happened to me being contagious?" Y/n Asks snarkily.

Nemeko rolls his eyes before scooping up soup and holding towards Y/n's mouth.

She frowns before turning her head.

"It's too hot."

Nemeko frowns before blowing on the soup and holding to her again.

"Thank you, Mekkie!" Y/n exclaims happily eating the soup.

Nemeko's eyes widen at the new nickname.

Mekkie?

A warm feeling burst in Nemeko's chest and he smiles slightly.

"Hey! I'm waiting!" Y/n exclaims impatiently, Effectively snapping nemeko out of his trance.

Nemeko only chuckles at her childish ways before feeding her.

Nemeko POV

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Finally she's asleep.

I quietly pick up the tray and make my way out of the room.

It's been a while since we've had downtime.

Yeah... what do we do?

Uhhh. . . 

It's been a while since we painted.

True.

Turning towards the hall I walk up the stairs that leads to an upper room that requires a key card.

opening the door, I'm instantly hit with the smell of paint.

Smiling slightly, I open a new tube of paint while discarding my jacket.

Now, what to paint.

shrugging I see where my brush takes me before standing back to look at it.

it's missing something.

I drag my fingers through the wet paint and my eyes widen at the result.

Why did I paint this?

Don't ask me.

huh, I guess I'll keep it.

walking over to my table I place down the painting.

I turn to leave when suddenly I get a throbbing pain in my head.

Stumbling backward, I grab the table to balance myself.

The pain intensifies and I start to black out.

Shit... what's happening?

I lose my balance and fall towards the floor, Blacking out.

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When I open my eyes only to see I'm in a child's bedroom? 

Suddenly I see movement in the corner of the room.

What was that?

Approaching where I saw the movement.

As I get closer I can hear fearful breathing, almost like someone was having a panic attack.

I move aside a coat and my eyes widen slightly.

sitting there curled in a ball was a small boy, hyperventilating.

I crouch down to his eye level but he continues to stare straight ahead, right through me.

following his line of sight, I look at the door of his bedroom.

I listen closer and I catch onto the commotion outside.

"YOU will NOT turn MY SON into an even more twisted version of you!" an angry female voice says.

suddenly there's a sound something being hit and there's a loud thud against the wall.

"DON'T EVER TALK TO ME LIKE YOU OWN ME! IN CASE YOU HAVE NOTICED HE'S MY SON TOO. YOU THINK HE NEEDS YOU? YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A CHEAP WHORE!" A thunderous male voice booms.

I glance back at the kid and he's in bad shape.

He's having a panic attack.

but something about his vulnerability makes me feel something.

what is it?

Nostalgia.

why would I feel nostalgia for a panic attack?

this isn't a memory, is it?

my eyes widen in realization.

this kid is . . . ME.

suddenly the sound of the door opening snaps me out of my thoughts.

I snap my head towards the door to see a woman standing there.

"H-hey baby, everything's fine. j-just breathe," she says with a fake smile.

She approaches my small shaking figure before hugging me.

I watch as little me breaks down in tears.

"Shh, We'll get out of here. I promise."She coos holding him closer.

I squat down studying her face.

Even though it's badly bruised and bleeding, she's beautiful.

unlike me. She has flowy soft-looking brown hair, gentle sea-green eyes.

I must look like that monster called my father.

sirens sound and I hear my mother sigh with relief.

but soon the bedroom door opens and standing there is the monster from earlier.

"YOU BITCH! YOU CALLED THE POLICE!" He bellows storming towards my mother.

little me starts clinging to my mother, screaming.

The man grabs my mother by her arm yanking me from her.

"SHUT UP, BRAT!" The man shouts before backhanding me across the face.

I watch helplessly as little me flies into the wall.

my mother screeches my name before launching herself at the man.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH! DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH HIM!" she yells while repeatedly punching him.

Little me rolls onto his back, looking dazed.

the man finally gets my mother off of him and starts to choke her, but that's when pounding starts on the front door. 

The police are here.

Come on little me! get up!

Even though little me is dazed he shakily gets up and stumbles to the door.

I follow anxiously.

He puts his little hand on the lock and unlocks it allowing the door to fling open.

the police enter and give me a confused look before hearing the commotion in the bedroom.

I watch confused as little me crumples to the floor in pain.

What's wrong?

looking closer I see something stuck in his side.

is that a. . . PENCIL!!

when he fell he must've fallen on a pencil!

luckily an officer notices and calls in a paramedic.

the rest happens in a blur.

the man is carried out, my mother is brought out on a stretcher, and I'm carried out by a stretcher.

then I watch as little me passes out and everything turns white before reappearing but this time in the hospital.

but I'm in the hospital bed.

looking to the side I see my mother sitting there asleep with her head on the bed.

she was clutching my small hand.

my mouth opens on its own and a childlike voice.

"Mommy, wake up," I speak softly.

she stirs before slowly opening her eyes, when she sees me awake they widen and she wraps me in a hug.

"Oh, my little fighter! are you okay? a-are you sore? do you need the nurse I ca-" She starts to babble.

"I'm fine, mommy," I say happily before my smile drops and I sit up alert.

"Where's Daniel?" I stutter fearfully.

she smiles sadly before softly caressing my cheek.

"He's gone, baby. you don't have to worry about him ever again," she says watching my face.

I relax and lay back down with a wide smile.

"does that mean I'll meet my real daddy?" I ask curiously.

she gives me a gentle smile.

" I don't know about that," she says

suddenly the door opens and standing there is a man who looks exactly like me.

"Are you two alright?" he asks his voice deep and concerned.

my mother jumps up, shocked.

While they talk about how he got here I study his attire.

he's wearing an expensive black suit, his shoulder-length hair was slicked back, and his face was cleanly shaven.

He looked like the billionaire I had seen on a magazine cover.

I start to tune back into the conversation.

"I've gone to therapy and gotten over what happened in my past and I really miss you, Tsubaki. I want to be the father mine wasn't. I won't make the same mistakes just please please please come back. I love you, Tsubaki" he pleads to hold my mother's hands.

My mother's eyes tear up and she takes in a shaky breath.

I sit there feeling anxious.

"O-okay." She says finally responding and looking into his eyes.

He practically leaps with joy and pulls her into a hug.

then turning to me he smiles.

" ready to come home with daddy?" he asks joy practically oozing from him.

suddenly the scene before me fades to black.

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 I open my eyes.

I sit up abruptly in a cold sweat.

Was that real?

Glancing around I see that I'm in my bedroom.

How did I get here?

Looking to the side I see the moon shining brightly through my wall window.

How long was I out?!

Slowly my mind pieces everything together.

T-that was a memory!

That woman was my mother and the man in the hospital must've been my father.

but why weren't we living with him instead of that pig of a stepfather?!

did they get a divorce?

If they did, Why?

what did my dad mean by getting over his past?

did something happen to him?

But most importantly, How did I end up in here?

Almost like answering my question, Y/n busts through the door wrapped in a blanket holding a wet rag and a tea tray.

She notices me awake and glares.

"You should've cuddled with me," she says in a disgruntled manner, placing down the tray and putting the rag on my head.

I chuckle and open my arms to her.

She smiles childishly before jumping into my arms.

"Are you okay?" she asks after a few minutes of silence.

"I... honestly don't know," I say mindlessly drawing circles on her back.

"you want to talk about it?" she asks concern lacing her words.

I smile at her thoughtfulness.

you never fail to care about me.

I sigh softly and hold her closer to me.

"No.... not yet. not yet." I say relaxing.

she nods understanding before nuzzling into my neck.

"Well, when you're ready I'll be right here." Y/n mummers before slipping into slumber.

I sigh contently.

"goodnight."

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Aight, this was a very late chapter but I couldn't figure out how I wanted to end it so I just did it the shortest way possible.

Love you nuggets!

sincerely,

Writer_chan101