Yellow Diamonds [AkaKuro Fanfiction]

Chapter 8

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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, limited vocabulary, unbetaed. :3

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Vivid red puddles were staining the checkered floor. The black and white porcelain tiles had been dyed with the liquid of life.

His line of sight trailed on the shattered pieces of clear glass which were strewn all over floor. He knew it came from the smashed window in front of him. The sharp broken ends of the window were unstable, and small, cracked pieces of glass were still toppling to the tiled floor. He felt cold sweat dribble down his back as his eyes returned to the blood splatters under his feet. He knelt down, and touched something. It was soft and warm. He felt a painful tug in his chest as he stood up. He hastily ran out of the room, his hand holding something warm again– something familiar– something he knew but couldn't remember. He heard someone whisper his name. He hated his own name, but, right now, it sounded like a comforting melody to his ears. As he looked back, he almost fell over as he was pulled by his shirt. Suddenly, he felt warmth flood his lips.

"I'm sorry..."

He felt a strong push to his chest, causing him to lose his balance. He violently gasped. He was falling. He reached out his hand as he sank through the darkness. Behind him were depths upon depths of shadows. He screamed out a name. Then, there was a loud explosion from one of the levels above him, followed by falling debris which battled to catch up to his freely falling body. He wasn't exactly sure where it came from, but his mind suggested something dreadful. It came from the place where he had been pushed. He screamed out a name again.

Soon after that, he felt his body hit something cold and hard– with enough force to dislocate a few of his joints. He knew he had broken some of his bones from the fall. Maybe, he had finally reached the bottom. He wasn't sure. His consciousness began to fade as smoke obscured his vision. There was something sticky and warm dripping on the back of his head, and even from a few parts of his body. More cuts and bruises littered his skin. He couldn't move. He couldn't shout for help. He couldn't scream the name.

Whose name was it again? He silently wondered.

His mind was in an utter chaos as he struggled to remain conscious. He has to call for help, or they'll die. Though, he was having second thoughts whether he could survive his current situation or not. It was a do or die, and the person with him earlier chose the former for him. His last thoughts were about that person picking the latter choice to save him.

A life in exchange for another life.

He just hoped that he wasn't right this time.

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Scarlet orbs were uncloaked as Akashi's eyelids fluttered open. He looked at the alarm clock on the night stand before his face.

05:59 AM

He groaned as he sat up while rubbing his eyes. As he moved to the side of the bed, the alarm clock went off and began ringing. He clicked his tongue as he mechanically pressed the button with his hand, and turned it off. He did it again– beating the alarm clock to the last minute... or seconds, probably.

Akashi wasn't pleased. There was still some lingering somnolence in his system. He felt lightheaded as he dressed himself up and descended the stairs like a programmed automaton. Again, the door to his bedroom was left open. He was known for having the lowest blood pressure a person could ever have. It wasn't exactly a good thing. It was an exaggeration, but his symptoms were far, far severe than the common hypotension. Not that he would let it hinder with his impeccable work. Still, he wasn't entirely fond of racing with time against a fucking alarm clock. He wanted to get every seconds of sleep he deserves. He needed it.