Betrayal in its simplest form

Chapter 15

Betrayal In Its Most Simplest Form

Chapter 15

Akashi Hayato rubbed his eyes and groaned while resting his forehead against the desk. Ibuki was the most secretive person he had ever met. If this were a case, he'd probably announce it as the hardest one. Nothing would come up stable and new for her; nothing. It was simply false information or vague facts. His wife had managed to recover some of the abuse records, adding more dates and names of the victims and when she had committed the crime, but other than that, their six hours of researching her led to nothing.

Hayato sighed and lifted his head off the desk. He ran his hand through his signature red-hair. It's getting long, the attorney noted. Long to him but in fact, the lawyer's hair was actually still quite short, equaling the length of his son's. "I might as well send the abuse records to Seijuro," he murmured.

"Tell him to come home for the weekend," his wife ordered as she walked past his office. A small smirk was on her face. "He still has to pay for keeping Ibuki from me."

Knowing better than to defy her, he simply nodded and opened his email while dragging the documents and records into a folder. He uploaded the folder and sent it to his son, adding a small message of 'Your mother wants you home for the weekend. Do well to listen to her!' and his signature.

"Hayato." Rin strode in his office and slammed down stacks of paperwork. "Rest from the Ibuki case. You have a new case; the court trial is within a month. I already have two cases, so you take this one."

He looked at the paperwork with a raised eyebrow. "I wouldn't call this resting."

"Call it whatever." Rin waved her hand and turned to walk out. "I'll do all the Ibuki researching for today."

"All right," he sighed as he heard his office door close. Hayato grabbed the first stack and started to review the order, before he blinked and looked toward his door. "Hold on; did she not say she had two cases? Why would she have time to research Ibuki?"

He slapped a hand on his face and groaned, knowing he was once again tricked by his wife.

~Setting Skip~

Kuroko quietly walked out of his house and shut the door behind him. His father was still nowhere to be seen, and he didn't know if his mother was in the house or not. He was prepared to go to school fully, today. He had taken strong painkillers and re-bandaged most of his serious injuries. His bruises were most hidden, but his limp was still visible. A white patch stuck on his cheek to tend to the scratches left by the shoe.

Akashi had also helped him disinfectant the places he couldn't reach on his own, such as his back. Kuroko fought a blush from the thought of Akashi. While he had expected a kiss from their position, he was still surprised when he felt Akashi's lips against his. It had been a long but chaste kiss. Kuroko, having no experience, simply awkwardly moved his lips whenever Akashi did. The red-head had chuckled when he pulled away and, as if nothing had happened, asked if he could tend to his wounds.

Kuroko, until now, did not care for his preference for relationships. He didn't have time to worry over something so ridiculous, especially since his mother would hurt anyone who got with him. However, he could not explain the 'uncomfortable' feeling he was experiencing ever since Akashi left.

A ringtone from his phone went off, startling him from his thoughts. Kuroko started to walk [or limp] toward his school while digging for his phone in his pocket. "This is Kuroko," he answered monotonously.

"Tetsu," Aomine's gruff voice echoed through his phone.

"Aomine-kun," Kuroko said with a hint of surprise in his voice. "Is there something you need?"