The Death Play - Kuroko no Basuke Fanfiction

Chapter 2

(You're suggested to read this chapter while listening to the music available.)

I shall be found dead, laid neatly on my bed, shot through the forehead in accordance with the record kept by my fellow victims. Times of death cannot be stated with any accuracy by the time our bodies are examined.

Akashi turned his back to see who was talking, and gasped when he saw someone he had never seen before.

The person was wearing a costume, and the face was hidden behind a white mask.

"Who... are you?" he asked.

"My name and identity is not important," said the mysterious man – yes, it's a 'he' – as he approached the redhead. "I heard that you want this role so bad?" he took the script and read it.

"Not the role, but the profession." Akashi said.

There was an awkward silence, before the mysterious man finally spoke up, "so you really want to be an actor."

"Yes."

"As I was saying, I can help you with that."

Somehow Akashi could feel that the man was smiling behind his mask. "And how is that?" he asked cautiously.

"As long as you have a strong will – a very strong one – I can make it possible."

"I think I want it so bad." Akashi mumbled, which was audible to the mysterious person. "I don't think there's anyone in this world who wants to be an actor as much as I do."

"Are you willing to do anything for the price?"

"I..." Akashi was being hesitant for a while. Now he was really curious. Who was this man and what could he do?

However, there was something in that mysterious masked man that was able to make Akashi believe in him.

"Yes, I am."

***

"This speeding's all wrong - all wrong. Young men like you are a danger to the community."

"Well, I couldn't help it. Just an accident," said Akashi while taking a half-full glass.

"Why don't you telephone to the mainland?"

"There's no telephone. Fred Narracot, he comes over every morning, sir. He brings the milk and the bread and the post and the papers, and takes the orders,"

"A bit unsporting, what? Ought to ferret out the mystery before we go,"Akashi took his drink, flashing a thin smile. "Whole thing's like a detective story. Positively thrilling."

"At my time of life, I have no desire for thrills."

"The legal life's narrowing. I'm all for crime," he raised his glass."Here's to it." He drank it off at a gup. His face looked like he was about to choke, and ended up slipping onto the sofa as his glass fell from his hand.

There was a short silence before everyone in the theater applauded. It was just a rehearsal, but lots of people were willing to come from afar just to see the famous actor – Akashi Seijuuro.

"That was splendid!" the director shouted out."Seijuuro-kun, I never thought that you would be able to be this great. You make a great replica of Anthony Marston up there."

Akashi stood up from the sofa and smiled, "I take it as a compliment, Sir."

"Seriously, you're almost as great as the previous actor," his playmate – Kise Ryouta – patted him on his back, laughing."If only he's still alive, we won't be able to find an actor as brilliant as you are."

The same smile remained on Akashi's face once the entire crews had already left. His hand moved to his left eye.

Yes, if only he was still alive...

***

"Akashicchi,"

He quickly turned his head to find Kise staring at him."What is it?" I thought everyone had already left.

"I knew that there was something cheesy about you," he walked closer to the redhead."You were considered as a failure, but you turned into someone else the day after."

"What are you talking about?" Akashi glared athis playmate.

"I was just thinking that your father has anything to do with your excellent performance," a tiny grin was shown on Kise's face. "You don't want me to report about this to the director, do you?"

"Go ahead and tell him, then," Akashi shrugged."Since my father didn't do anything to help me."

"But how could you improve that much in one day?" Kise tilted his head. "And how could the previous actor died before you auditioned for his role?"

"That's none of your business." Now Akashi'svoice started to shatter.

"Oh, of course it's my business." Kise patted his shorter company on his shoulder. "I could've been better, smarter, more talented than you, and you ruined my dream."

Akashi's eyes grew wide, but he said nothing.

"It looks like the handsome face of yours is so important." The tiny grin of Kise's turned into a scary wide smile. "Then I'll be the one to destroy it." Out of a sudden, he pulled out a knife and aimed for the redhead's face.

Akashi, however, didn't seem at least scared –although the knife left a wide scar across his left cheek.

So I just have to do it again, don't I?

So here's my second chapter. How is it? I'm writing this whilereading 'And There Was None', and I feel that Marston's part suits Akashi sowell.

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