Ascension│Bluelock x male reader

3.37. Ascension

It was late February, and it was sunny in Tokyo.

Not just sunny. Perfect weather. Clear skies that shone a perfect, undisturbed cobalt. Warm afternoon sun, warming the slightly chilly air to a comfortable temperature. No wind. Trees stood undisturbed.

And in a suburban area, just a kilometre away from Bluelock's facility, Y/N stood facing Kuroi.

The streets were empty. The walk out of Bluelock, out of the emergency exit and down the hill it was on to the city below had been some of the tensest few minutes Y/N had ever lived. Kuroi had concealed a handgun in his pocket, the barrel pointing right at Y/N the entire walk.

And now, they stood facing each other. Y/N had nowhere to run. And Kuroi, by kidnapping him in broad daylight, would have nowhere to run after this either.

Y/N was still dressed in his Bluelock sports kit. Shorts, a plain white jersey, boots. He watched Kuroi silently.

He didn't know what he felt.

Anger?

Kuroi certainly deserved it. Y/N had tried to let Ascension go years ago. But he kept coming back, he kept fucking with Y/N's life, he kept trying to destroy everything he was trying to build up. Why wouldn't he be angry?

Sadness?

At Kuroi? At the situation Ego had told him about, the man's dead parents? Not likely. Y/N was more sad about the years he'd suffered because of this sicko. The amount of other kids his age that were broken at his hands. And now, the amount of dead and dying rotting inside of Kuroi's sick prison of Ascension.

Fear?

Of course there was fear. Maybe before, there wouldn't have been. Before, in Ascension, he wouldn't have been scared of death. But now...? Y/N had things to lose. His friends, the people who cared about him, everyone who'd ever helped him out. And most importantly of all, he had himself to lose. He was on the verge of finally learning how to recover himself, finally trying to live life the way he himself wanted - and he could lose it all.

But was there really any point in fear? Y/N had seen the gun. He knew what was happening, what was going to happen. Nobody was around. Maybe someone had called the police, but there was no sound of sirens, no flashing lights, nothing. Nobody could save Y/N except himself.

It was Y/N, and Kuroi.

"Why."

Y/N bluntly said. The gun was tucked away in Kuroi's pocket. The man stood there, hands by his sides, a mirror image of Y/N. His black hair hung over his forehead in loose strands. Dark shadows surrounded his eyes. His hands were loose and relaxed against his sides, but veins stood out in his head, neck, and over the back of his wrists.

"Why are you doing this?" Y/N spoke. He made an effort not to sound scared, not to sound angry, not to sound like anything. He wanted Kuroi to know that if he wanted a reaction out of Y/N, he wasn't going to fucking get one.

Kuroi stared at him. "Why did you run?"

The man's voice was largely the same. He usually sounded teasing. Like he was playing with Y/N. Like he knew Y/N was powerless against him. But now, he was hiding it. Now, he wanted Y/N to know that he wasn't going to be swayed. Y/N L/N would die right here, right now.

"You wanted me dead."

"You're going to die now anyways. Why delay it?"

"Maybe I thought you'd give up."