Yellow Diamonds [AkaKuro Fanfiction]

Chapter 9

Disclaimer: I dwo 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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The sound of the metal door clanging against the floor as it grazed the hard ground was what greeted the bluenette. He reluctantly cracked his eyes open as the smallest bit of light made its way to his face. He was too enervated to even will them open, but something in the back of his mind told him that he needed to, or he would regret not doing so. So, he did, griping slightly. What hailed his day first were the streaks of radiance which wormed their way from the barred window. He missed it. However, it was too much for his liking. After being locked up inside the drab room for two consecutive nights and days, his vision has comfortably gotten used to the darkness that he found the light to be quite irritating. He carefully shut his eyes again, quietly grumbling while he waited for his vision to settle and return to normal.

"Oi! You're getting out," the familiar voice crassly yelled, followed by a single click of the tongue.

With a sigh, Kuroko slowly got up to his feet, each movement done ever so carefully, so as not to waste the measly amount of energy remaining in his body. His limbs felt numb. It was only to be expected, after having slept on the cold concrete floor for two nights without even the thinnest piece of blanket to protect him. He might've caught pneumonia if he wasn't used to the nippy temperature. It was one of the good things on his pile of unpleasantries. After all, he had already lost count of the number of nights he had spent in the very same room.

The trip back to the world outside wasn't as long as the one he had the other night. It took only a few minutes. Though, to be honest, it was still as nerve-wracking as his other trips. He was trying his best not to lose consciousness while walking. Famished and parched were understatements to describe how he was feeling, at the moment. He was even leaning against the concrete wall, his palms on the concrete surface for support, just so he could properly walk.

Haizaki didn't even bat an eye, despite having known the bluenette's incapacitated condition.

Kuroko swallowed his saliva, coating his throat with the liquid, so he could speak. He expected his voice to come out gravelly, and it did. "Haizaki-kun, what happened to Hanamiya-san?" He asked, his voice a low whisper. Though, it was audible, because of the thick, secluded walls.

Haizaki spared the bluenette a single glance over his shoulder, before returning his head forward in a mere split second. "As if I care for a bastard like that thick eyebrows. Silver must've ordered the guys to throw his corpse somewhere," he replied, not even a tinge of sympathy in his voice.

Body... The gray-haired man's answer just confirmed his fears. He nibbled on his lower lip as he let Haizaki's words sink inside his head. He inwardly made the confirmation, himself. So, he's really dead... I did kill him. I did... didn't I? He could feel his palpitating heartbeat as he hesitantly replied. "I... see..." His breath shook as he spoke.

Haizaki made a low guttural noise, before heaving a peeved sigh. His tone was neither comforting, nor was it rude. It was plain couldn't-care-less. "What's this? Are you thinking that you killed the asshole? Last time I checked you aren't this pathetic, Tetsuya."

Kuroko's eyes slightly widened at the mention of his first name. He wasn't sure if Haizaki was consoling him. The very idea of the other doing that was close to impossible. No. It was totally legitimately, in all actuality, impossible. He squinted his eyes to the floor, his mind replaying the feel of the gun in his palms– when he pointed it to Silver– followed by the wave of determination he had felt as he aimed it to rob the man of his life, and the surge of misery which came next, after he had decisively pulled the trigger to hear only the frustrating click of the unloaded barrel.