✓ The Seven Deadly Kids 2

Chapter 9: The Master Plan (Part 4)

"16 thousand, no more. No less." Shoto bargained.

Katsuki nodded, "Whatever. Give him back!"

Shoto wagged his finger as if upbraiding a child. "No, no, no. The money, Bakugou. Then I'll give you Izu."

Katsuki's eyes seemed to glow in the dark warehouse and his knuckles popped, "Fine." It was to risky for him not to. He wanted- no needed- his Izuku back. But he added, because he was stubborn, "Don't call him that."

Shoto just rolled his dual colored eyes.

Katsuki dropped his cases, full of exactly the amount of money that he required. He kicked them to Shoto.

Shoto apprehensively opened the case and checked the stacks of hundreds before smiling, "Bring him in."

A woman, short and skinny walked in practically dragging a limp Izuku by the collar of his hospital gown from the day he was taken.

Katsuki wanted nothing more than to run over and make sure he was alright, but if he did, Shoto could easily take him back through that door that led to who knows where.

"When Izuku was laid in front of him, Katsuki took in all the small details of his wounds. None of which were horrible, but they were still not easy to treat wounds.

Shoto nodded before walking away with his wife with money in hand.

But Katsuki shouted, "My mother set you up to this, didn't she, half 'n' half?!"

Shoto stood before saying, "Partly." And then he left.

Katsuki bent down, holding Izuku until he heard the sirens. A small smirk came upon his face.

"Your company won't last long after this scandal," he said quietly, scooping his love up before exiting and the swoosh of the wind from the door and the timing of day reminded him of-

The memory came back before he even knew it.

"Eeeeek! Kacchan, put me down!" Izuku squealed before giggling. They had just come from their visit from the hospital. Apparently, their son was doing absolutely perfect, and Katsuki couldn't be happier.

He had lifted Izuku up from behind, catching the green-haired boy off-guard.

"I'm sorry, but no can do, Deku!" Katsuki shouted playfully, nonetheless, he put his pregnant boyfriend down and opened the door to his car.

He wasn't as famous back then, but he was still part of the bigger businesses. They had lived in a more humble home, one that wasn't a castle looking type.

It was what most people would call a "cookie cutter house", or a house that looks similar to the other houses near the area. It was plain, but inside was where all the beautiful things lay.

There were posters and etchings on the walls that were painted dark green or pop orange. There house was incredibly odd for anyone, but for the two- er thee- of them it was home.

"Kacchan-- I want cake," Izuku whined suddenly. Izuku hardly ever ate cake before his pregnancy. He found it "too creamy" or in other cases, "too stiff".

But when he got pregnant, his body wanted what it lacked in so- cake it was.

"And not just any cake! I want vanilla cake!" Izuku announced as he collapsed into the couch.

Katsuki sighed, but nodded, "I'll be back in a few minutes." He stated before slipping back his just taken off shoes.

Izuku shook his head, "No, Kacchan! Don't leave---"

Katsuki turned back, "Izuku, I'm not leaving, I'm going to go buy some cake-"

"But what if Kacchan doesn't come back and leaves me?" Izuku whined.

Katsuki softly laughed, "I won't leave ya, you nerd. You and your needs." He takes mockingly before taking his shoes off once again and carrying Izuku off the couch and outside the door with the cold morning air and the light breeze.

'When did our lives suddenly become so complicated?' Katsuki asked himself before burying his head into Izuku's hand on the not comfortable hospital bed.

"My baby! My poor, poor Katsuki! Are you alright dear?" Mitsuki asked as she rushed inside with her expensive purse clutched in her pale hands. "I heard there was an incident and-"

"I know what you did, hag," Katsuki said lowly, not bothering to look at his mother.

Mitsuki paled, "Wh- Whatever do you mean, Kat?"

Katsuki stood up and focused his dark red eyes on his mother with a burning hatred, "Get out."

Mitsuki sighed, "Honey-"

"GET OUT"

Mitsubishi huffed out a breath, but she didn't argue anymore. Her son was too blind to see what was really happening. The filthy rat was poisoning her perfect baby.

Her perfect, perfectly straight baby.

What fantasies she lives in...

But it didn't matter the motion was already set. Not even Mitsuki changing her mind could stop it now.