The Jewel of Miracle -Kuroko no Basuke ff- (GoM + Kagami x Male!OC)

27 : About My Past

Amanogi felt like he was getting interrogated by FBI.

Riko, Hyūga, especially Kuroko didn't give him time to hide the scars. Amanogi could only sat helplessly, surrounded with glares. He was now sitting awkwardly with Kagami's baggy shirt, looking drowned in the bigger shirt, as his shirt was also stained with the soup.

"Yū-kun? I think it's time for you to tell us."

The silver haired man gulped, Kuroko looked somehow intimidating.

"I told you it's not a big deal.." Amanogi replied meekly while staring at his wrist.

Kiyoshi scratched his neck and tried to play it off, "Maa, it's getting late and he looks uncomfortable talking about it, let's go home."

Hyūga knitted his eyebrows and glared hard at the man. "You knew about it, didn't you?" he asked, making Kiyoshi panicked, then glanced back and forth towards Amanogi and Hyūga.

"Kagami-kun..too, right?" Kuroko asked while staring blankly at Kagami, who immediately shuddered at the dead-fish-eyes.

"They...knew by accident."

"B-But he didn't told me the reason behind it! He just told me to keep quiet about that!" Kagami exclaimed after the second years threatened him to speak up.

"Tsk, traitor." Amanogi mumbled, but he knew Kagami felt conflicted too. He didn't actually try to keep it by himself, but because the two men somehow found out about it, he let them knew but never told them the reason.

"Fine.." Amanogi took a deep breath and commanded Kagami to bring him another milk tea. "I'll tell you guys."

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Warning : This section contain self harm. Please skip to the next *** if you don't want to read!

--Flashback on--

It was just in a spur of the moment.

Amanogi never knew what got into him that day. He felt really tired of everything, including everything that happened in his life. Not only his family condition was bad, now he didn't have anyone to depend on.

He filled the bath with warm water, then took a scissors. The man cleaned it first with disinfectant, making it sterile. It's not like he wanted to die directly from tetanus or any other infection, he was just curious of how it feels, cutting himself.

The first cut was done. Amanogi only stared in amusement. Unlike what he expected, it didn't hurt, at most, it felt itchy. He suddenly got the urge to scratch it, but knowing it would make the scar worse, he restrained himself.

Although he suffered from hemophilia, small cut like that didn't take much time to close--though it took longer time than normal people, and he lost more blood than how it should be.

It became a routine. Everytime he felt like venting on something, instead of milk tea, he chose to cut his wrist. He always did it in the bath tub, soaking his wrist inside the water to prevent it staining the floor. At first it was just a small cut, barely seen, but as the time progressed it became larger and larger. The longest cut was done half across his wrist. He only chuckled when practising violin, as the violent movement somehow made the cut opened again and bleed. But no one seemed to notice how often he went back to bathroom just to wash the blood on his sleeve. Ironic.

All this time, he managed to keep it hidden. As the climate there was still winter, he hid them by using long sleeve and sweater everyday. And it's not like anyone cared enough to notice something was wrong with him. Although he was getting skinnier day by day, and his face became paler. The people inside his house all thought it was just because of the weather.