Yellow Diamonds [AkaKuro Fanfiction]

Chapter 1 ✔

Rewritten version: 04/21/2017

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Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroko no Basuke. Fujimaki Tadatoshi-sensei owns it. The only thing I own is this story.

I do not own the cover photo either. Credits go to their respective owners.

Warning: Grammatical errors, unbetaed :3

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It was another bustling night in Kabukichō. The busy district in Shinjuku had lived up to its title as Tokyo's "Sleepless Town."

The moon waxed and waned along with the blinking lights of every operating establishment. Moneys were exchanged and gossips were traded. People shed their skin, giving birth to a new persona – a different individual far from who they were with the sun watching them.

Lots of sex-oriented businesses operated from left to right. Brothels, nightclubs, love hotels, and host and hostess clubs supplied the night with life. They were considered an illegal trade, but the illuminated streets and the hard-pressed character of the district brought about solace and euphoria; it created a delusive sense of lawfulness.

Structures stood in varied heights. The spot apparently was a perfect hutch for both pleasant and doleful happenings. The neon signage were dazzling, obscuring over the darkness rooted within the place. Alleys were left unlit and quiet, shying away from the occupied main street. And people were cheerfully traversing the roads, concealing the despondency living within their troubled hearts.

The Sleepless Town was a place to remember, a place to forget; it was a place full of paradoxes.

Within the deepest part of the district was a nightclub of sorts. It might appear to be a normal entertainment bar at first glance, but countless shady businesses and transactions had taken place inside this florid establishment.

The exterior was finished in the darkest shade of black painted in the wall's flowing wave patterns. Half of the front's two sides were illuminated with purple light against the white hexagonal carvings pressed against the wall. In the middle was the entryway, canopied by a massive black roof. Above it was the establishment's name in large letter blocks in black with purple lights radiating underneath them: 神業(Kamiwaza)

It was one of the most popular to-go clubs in Kabukichō. Contrary to its name which meant "Divine Work," this place was considered as one of the most blighted places in the area.

How it got its title had always been a muted secret. Only a handful of tight-lipped members knew of the undertakings happening inside the bar. Prostitution, drug trade, gun smuggling, and unauthorized auctioning were only a few to name. Behind the heavenly façade of this building was a tenebrous sanctuary.

Sanctuary because the place was considered as the refuge of the homeless, a shelter for the lost – for the one who had lost his will to live, for the one who had lost a part of his soul, for the one who had lost a piece of his heart.

However, it was also a haven for those who had a remainder to share – who had a part of their life to give, who had a piece of their soul to offer, who had a complete heart to accord

Somewhere, on the backdoor of a club a few blocks from Kamiwaza, a form swayed its way out of the backstreet, the door behind the figure left open.

"H-Haah... Hah... Hhha..." came the person's shallow breathing. The sound was soon swallowed by the noisy crowd on the main street.

The person was showered with spectrum of lights as he teetered like a drunken person, occasionally laughing breathlessly. He was leaning against the walls he passed to support himself as he struggled to retain his footing. The bright hues revealed a man with a hair color resembling that of a chestnut's, its lower bands a shade of dark brown, highlighting his orient features. Oddly, the man's vision didn't seem to be focused on anything at all. His brown orbs were hazed as he stared ahead into nothingness. He continued walking with no specific direction in mind.

A single step.

Two.

Three.

It didn't take him a few meters before he fell down to his knees. He weakly scooted to a sitting position. He chuckled as he felt his back scrape against the wall. A silent whimper escaped his quivering lips as the rough surface burned his skin.

It felt good, he thought.

His mind swirled. Lights danced before his eyes, beautiful and hypnotizing. He wanted to do it again, to feel the pleasure, the hurt, the pull in his chest, but his body wouldn't move despite him willing it to. He head fell forward, his chin pressed to his chest. He was still laughing, but he had no idea why.

It felt good, his mind seemed to think.

His breathing became shallower and soon he was desperately gasping for air. Finally a bit of strength returned to him. He moved his right hand, extending it to no one in particular. No oxygen was reaching his lungs now. It felt as if they were being pierced by a thousand of needles. He was sweating, cold and profuse. He felt his fingers become stiff as the fatal seconds passed.

Still, it felt good. He wanted the feeling to stay. He knew it was odd, since his senses appeared to be dulling in a rapid pace. He winced, vaguely registering his consciousness as it slowly shut down. Black dots began to dance in front of his eyes. He was getting delirious, but he couldn't find it in him to care.

A blurry figure materialized in front of him. It took every effort in him to raise his head. He narrowed his eyes. What he saw before him was the most beautiful thing his eyes had ever laid upon. It was an angel donned in pure white kneeling in front of him, silently watching the strange situation he was in. The angel's pure white feathers gave off a heavenly glow – they were fading in and out, in and out, in and out – but what caught his failing sight was the angel's unkempt sky blue tousle. The angel smiled at him, and he felt a pair of hands cup his own.

The angel's hands were warm, and it was as if the warmth was being transferred to him. He felt so tired. All he wanted to do now was sleep. He didn't fight the feeling. He let his eyes flutter close. He wasn't sure if it was caused by his hallucinating mind, but he saw a pretty jewel cascade from the corner of the angel's eye. The angel's eyes were also a beautiful shade of light blue. He felt as if he were drowning as he watched them pool in transparent liquid. He hoped to drown in them if it was the last thing he could do. His lips curved into a smile at the bizarre thought.

"I... love..." he began to say, but in the blink of an eye everything was lost. He couldn't remember what he was about to say, nor who he was talking to.

Then, his senses went numb, and... he felt no more.

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The red-light district.

It was a place for the selfish; it was a place for the selfless.

It was a place for the one who was missing; it was a place for the one who was searching.

And, most of all, it was a place of sweet, jocund, endings... and of bitter, mournful, beginnings.

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A/N:

I'm such a tease~ Hahahaha XD Can you guess who "the man" is? :3

Chapter 1 is the setting introduction. The next chapters will be longer than this one, I promise! And the characters will show up in chapter 2... but not all. :3

Update will come in a few days. See ya!