Yellow Diamonds [AkaKuro Fanfiction]

Chapter 7

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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.

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Warning: Grammatical errors, limited vocabulary, unbetaed. :3

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Shit.

That was the only thing Akashi could muster to say to himself, after hearing everything slowly fall into place. To think, that he let the guy get away when he was sashaying right under his nose.

You've done enough embarrassment to yourself, Seijuurou. Akashi unconsciously let out an exasperated sigh, messing his scarlet locks with his fingers in the process. Frankly speaking, he expected "Kurokage" to have more presence, since the other seemed to have been working in Kamiwaza for two years. He thought it would appear obvious that the person was involved with the underground dealings in one look, but he didn't get that kind of rotten feeling from the other at all. Heck, the bluenette was like an out of place apparition. Kuroko's appearance was so fragile that Akashi wouldn't risk touching him, because he was afraid that the bluenette would break once he did. Akashi heard Kise sigh. He returned his eyes to the bartender. The other appeared to be worried about something– or someone. Akashi knew. He was so sure who it was.

"Oh, if you don't know who 'Kurokage' is, he's... well, the most designated person here in Kamiwaza," Kise replied as he leaned over the countertop.

"Designated... person?" Akashi echoed with one eyebrow raised. He remained silent. The lapsing seconds urged the other to continue.

The blonde nodded once, and spoke in a hushed manner. "I believe those things aren't legal, but... this is just that kind of place. Kurokocchi, he... No matter how many times I advise him to stop, he just won't," Kise glanced at the dark hallway where Kuroko was taken. "I know he wanted to, but he just won't. Kurokocchi's really hard to understand," he huffed. He stood straight, before stretching his back.

Akashi thought precisely the same. It was as if life was escaping out of the bluenette like a gradually diffusing smoke, but the other was fighting and keeping himself intact. It was strange how the Kuroko's eyes looked so lifeless, but when Akashi noticed the tightly clenched fists, he internally debated otherwise. He noted how contradicting Kuroko could be. The bluenette is a complexity that he can't comprehend in a single glance. It was a first for Akashi to be this... incapable in performing something so simple.

Akashi stood up from the stool, and gave Kise an appreciative smile. He took out his wallet, and was about to pay, when the blonde stopped him.

"Tonight, it was on the house, Ogino-kun. I hope you enjoyed your night!" Kise sheepishly grinned. "Though, I was quite privy... Anyway, I hope to see you again soon!"

"The margarita was truly delectable," Akashi curtly nodded. "I will surely comeback to have another glass. Thank you," he said. He turned to his heels, and proceeded to exit the club. His nose perked at the distinct smell on the air, when he passed by one of the black sofas on his way out. Weed.

Surely, he needs to weed out the prime mover behind the case. Anon. A smile tugged on the corner of his lips.

He decided his first step will be him.

From the bar counter, Kise discreetly observed the redhead. He watched Akashi with vigilant eyes as the other trod his way to the exit. The bartender let out a small, inaudible gasp as he noticed a strange occurrence fall before him. Though, he wasn't sure if it was just his vision playing with him, or because of the flashing lights. His topaz orbs slightly narrowed at the retreating redhead. "Gold..." a murmur escaped his lips, but it soon died down as the blaring sound swallowed his voice up.