A Love To Kill (Kuroko no Basuke Fanfiction)

A Scent of Roses

Chapter 01
A Scent of Roses

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It really snowed.

She smiled at the white crystallines that fell on her open hands. It was cold, yet beautiful. The ground was slowly turning into a field of pure white snow as the sky darkened even more. But she wasn't bothered at all, and as a matter of fact, she loved watching how the snowy weather slowly covered all colors around her.

"Hey, Missy. Are you alone?"

In an instant, the expression on her face changed as she quickly whipped around to see the source of that rough voice. Her sharp eyes scrutinized the three men in front of her, raising a brow in such obvious confusion. Despite their nasty looks, they didn't seem murderous at all.

"Who are you?" she tried asking, curiously tilting her head to the side, "You don't seem to know who I am. That's good."

The man with chestnut hair evidently frowned at her lack of hostile reaction. "Good?"

"Yeah, I can't afford getting caught now," she simply said, shrugging nonchalantly. "After all, I snuck out of the palace to see the snow."

The three males suddenly froze at what they heard. Realizing who she was, they had instantly taken aback and disposed of their initial plan of robbing her clean. They couldn't possibly risk their lives right here just to take a hold of her damn jewelries.

"Scarlett."

She groaned when she heard her name spoken by that one voice she had been dreading to hear at the moment. Rubbing her freezing hands together for warmth, she turned around to face the nuisance who came to shatter the little piece of freedom she found. "Kotaro, I told you not to follow me."

Hayama Kotaro popped a vein, annoyed. His chest was still rising back and forth, panting heavily, as he tried regaining his usual pattern of breathing. "You know I can't do that, you troublesome princess-sama! Your brother will kill me. Moreover..." the blonde suddenly trailed off, finally able to recover. He narrowed his eyes into a glare as he examined the suspicious-looking men behind his mistress. "Who are these punks?"

The said punks flinched in fear, taking a step back altogether with shaky knees. Hayama Kotaro was one of the strongest knight that served the monarchy. They couldn't possibly take him on. It seemed like they had ran out of luck today for messing with the wrong person.

Scarlett mustered up a soft smile then turned to look at the frightened men. "Your names are...?"

The man with long black hair reluctantly answered. He looked definitely younger than the other two. "W-We're from the slums. W-We don't deserve to be called by our names, A-Akashi-hime."

"Oy, you pig!" Hayama interjected before Scarlett could say something. "My mistress asked you who you are! You have no right to--"

"Kotaro," she warned, instantly silencing the blonde, "I asked them a personal question, they have every right not to answer. Do not address them using such unpleasant names."

"But they're thieves, Scarlett! Can't you tell--"

"I can," she cut him off once again, but this time, her gaze was sharper than usual. "Who do you think you're talking to?"

Hayama took a step back, bringing one knee down to the ground and bowing in utmost apology. "Please forgive me, my lady and mistress. I was just thinking about your safety."

The expression on her face immediately softened up. "Raise your head, Kotaro. It's okay." And when she saw that Hayama was back on his feet again, she reverted her attention to the three men. She stared at them for a moment before she removed the necklace she was wearing. "You can have this one. But you have to promise me that you won't hurt anybody again, okay?"