The ride was quite peaceful; the sound of Peterson's monotonous voice mixed with the smooth rev of the engine was enough to lull you to sleep. You had already seen that he had missed most of the usual turnings; so, you had pieced together that you were going somewhere other than the lab. You didn't care. By this time, you had zoned out completely, your eyes trailed along with the houses of the upcoming neighbourhood. It had a certain familiarity to it, one that you couldn't put your finger on. You felt your eyes flutter closed, the blur of the houses becoming dark as you slowly sank into slumber.
"(Y/N), we're here." You groaned as you forced your eyes open, rubbing them with the bottom of your palms to get rid of the sleepiness. He opened the car door and stepped aside to let you out; you stretched your arms as you stepped out, looking back down onto the car.
A Porsche?
"You changed your car? Again?" You asked looking at him as he locked it with his keys.
"No, I left the other one in France; I had to make do." The other one was referring to his Limited-Edition Bugatti Veyron by Mansory Vivere. He was rich, really rich. You hummed in response and averted your attention to the building in front of you. Your body stiffened, you felt a small coil emerge in the pit of your stomach, only becoming stronger by the second.
"(Y/N)!" You snapped out of your trance, looking up to see that he was already at the door.
Forcing your body to move, you took a step. Another, slowly advancing on the large house looming over you. It had a curved roof and overwhelmingly beautiful scenery, one that was all too familiar. You supposed that it could have been wholesomely nostalgic if Peterson wasn't staining the image with his self-satisfied expression. His eyes locked onto you and you scowled, halting as you reached the door.
"Shower." You murmured, glaring at him as he pressed the button and turned back to face you. His eyes resembled stone, and they were as hard and cold as the material that they embodied.
"Are you calling me a douche?"
"Oui."
"Why, you little—"
"Who the fuck...parked their expensive lookin' car on my driveway?" Interrupted the muffled voice that came from behind the door. The door flung open revealing a tall ash-blonde woman holding a kitchen knife. Brandishing the weapon, she leant against the doorframe, only to drop the blade when she looked down onto your face.
"Kid is that you?" she said with an immediate change in the tone of her voice; it was soft, concerned even. She pulled you into a tight hug, her eyes met Peterson's with a confused expression.
"Hey Aunty," you said, a small smile forming on your lips.
"Sorry about that," she chuckled picking the knife up from the floor "I was cooking, and my son was just being... a nuisance," she sighed, rubbing her temples she stepped aside to let you in. Apparently, you had taken too long because Peterson found it necessary to push you into the house by the shoulders.
He's being exceptionally annoying today.
Mitsuki patted your back before she turned to the stairs and shouted.
"KATSUKI!"
That name rang out in your ears. Your jaw clenched in anticipation, you didn't want to see him but... actually no, no bullshit today you didn't want to see him. You were exhausted and to be frank, just wanted to go home and sleep.
"WHAT!?" he shouted back storming down the stairs almost tripping as he saw you; your eyebrow raised in distaste. There was a moment of silence before Mitsuki spoke up.
"Well, say something." He rolled his eyes, crossed his arms and stared dead at you. She signed in frustration, burying her face in her hands before reaching out to clip his ear.
"We have visitors, now what do you say."
"Welcome to our home," He said through gritted teeth and a sickening smile, pulling her hand off his reddened ear. "Would you like me to kiss their asses too?" he remarked still smiling sweetly. She scoffed and slapped the back of his head, before turning around and guiding you all to the living room.
Well, I guess it's good to see nothing's changed.
AN: If you've gotten this far and you are someone other than my mother @_contagion_ . Thank you so much, please comment and vote. Also yes, you speak French in this (shout out to all you Petite Croissants)
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