Yellow Diamonds [AkaKuro Fanfiction]

Chapter 2 ✔

Rewritten version: 04/21/2017 (The flow of the story might change as I rewrite this but it's still the same plot. I would love to hear your thoughts! ^^)

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It's quite obvious who the mystery man was from the last chapter. :D And about what really happened to him, this chapter will give you an idea... I guess?

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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The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department was the enormous force behind the long-lasting peace and order in the entire Tokyo metropolis. It had a staff of more than 43,000 police officers and about 3,000 civilian personnel fairly distributed on the 102 stations within the prefecture. The Metropolitan Police was excluded from the regional jurisdiction and was autonomous than the other local forces.

The department's headquarters stood 18-storeys tall above ground, and was located in the Kasumigaseki part of central Tokyo. The large wedge-shaped building included a cylindrical tower, which also served as a well-known landmark. It can be easily sighted from the streets.

The MPD was an apolitical body free of control. Or so, that was how it was supposed to be.

Yeah, that's how it's supposed to be! A navy-blue-haired officer arraigned. He stomped his way back to his desk, sporting a visible scowl on his rugged facial features. His tan skin fitted ideally with the broadness of his back and the thickness of his muscles. One look and one would surely guess that he was working with the authorities (or maybe as a renowned athlete).

Aomine Daiki fixed his cap in an attempt to look presentable, but he was everything but that. He might be sporting the on the job look, but the aura he had been giving off didn't speak approachable.

I can't believe that asshole's treating me like a slave at his beck and call! He's been here for only a month and he thinks he's superior already! He griped in disbelief as he swept and pretended to organize the scattered files on his table.

"Aomine."

Aomine tried to hide away his flinch (He didn't!) as a voice suddenly called out from behind him. It was smooth and cold and fuck – He hated the voice from the bottom of his heart. He hated more the owner of the voice.

What now, you fuckface? He hoped he could say. He clicked his tongue as he turned to face the owner of the voice. He didn't even bother to hide his displeasure. After all, what was the point? "What's it, Akashi?" You motherfucking slave-driver.

If Akashi was equally annoyed at conversing with Aomine, his face didn't show. Or maybe he just didn't care at all. Aomine decided it was the latter.

Akashi handed out a brown envelope to Aomine, his face inscrutably dour.

He had the nerve to look all fucking austere and pristine, Aomine thought. Akashi was the very definition of a perfect police officer. Heck, Akashi was the very definition of a perfect human being. Aomine hated how he just thought of that. Maybe Akashi wasn't human because nobody would be that perfect and still be alive? Yes, that was probably it, Aomine thought.

"I need more data regarding this incident," Akashi coolly said, his voice commanding, as if he wasn't talking to his senior. Well, experience-wise, Aomine was Akashi's senior, but achievement-wise it was vice versa. Aomine gritted his teeth in a futile attempt of defiance.