The Fallen Emperor

I don't own Kuroko no Basuke/Basket. If I did Bakagami would be dead 10 feet in the ground, my angelic Miracle babies would be together again and happy with Akash in Rakuzan High; at least.

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It's been a month since Rakuzan High had lost against Seirin High. Akashi, when he came home from the game, had intended on going to his room for some sleep but his Father had stopped him in his tracks. It lasted for about almost two hours; an argument had occurred along with one or two vases being broken on one of the two Akashi male's anger. The argument was about Akashi, not his father but Akashi Seijūrō, the Akashi family heir and his career in basketball. It had, in the end, came out that the red haired and – now – crimson eyed male could continue playing basketball but he had to get better in the sport, work harder and complete paperwork and such. Akashi had easily and readily accepted the conditions and went on his way to his room to sleep.

During the few weeks, Akashi found himself mentally and physically exhausted more than usual. Basketball practice, creating regimes and supervising most of the practice games and such, Student Council work, his own family heir work that had increased hugely to the point where the young teen had to bring some work with him to school so he could finish it on time and the sudden yet not so sudden increase from his teachers, who gave him more homework and classwork than his other classmates. He would stay up til 2 in the morning at most or 1 if he was lucky enough before he had to go to sleep and wake up at 5 to get ready for school.

The stress was building on the poor red haired male and he found himself either unbearably irritable or showing little to no emotion. Even though his old team, the rest of the Miracles including Kuroko, invited him constantly to things; he declined them all politely in an almost similar way and fashion to the other Akashi that most or rather all people dread to face.

With his lack of sleep and work load growing, he found it near impossible to find time to eat. So during breakfast, lunch or dinner, he was usually working on the things he needed to be completed or was eating at a fast pace but not as much as he use to. His skin soon took on an unhealthy shade from the lack of nutrition and dark purple shadows grew under his eyes from the lack of sleep.

The Akashi heir had used make up as a way to cover up the shadows and to try and balance out his unhealthy skin tone so it would look normal once more. His usually bright crimson eyes had dulled down to a dark red shade almost the color of dried blood.

One morning he had found himself staring at his own reflection in the bathroom mirror. Disgust and self hate was the first thing he felt emotionally as he gazed at himself through the mirror thoroughly appalled by his own appearance. He could see a few of his ribs sticking out from underneath his unhealthy skin and then he fully noticed on how skinny he was exactly which only made his own disgust grow.

He wanted to find a way to punish himself for letting himself turn out like this. Dark red eyes had scanned the bathroom and landed on a razor that his father had gave him just in case he needed to start shaving, not that the Akashi heir needed to. He was hesitant as he brought the sharp metal edge to his wrist. After a firm mental talk down encouragement from himself, he pressed the cool metal against his skin and dragged it across the vein lightly.

A faint gasp of slight pain came from the male as he felt the lightning shock of pain run from the wound straight up his spine causing him to shiver. Sucking up the pain, he made more marks on his arms and wrists; each one getting bolder and deeper. Brilliant dark red crimson liquid had spilled out of the numerous and deep cuts on his arms coating the blade and dripping onto the floor. He had a sense of light headedness but he didn't let it bother him.