Yellow Diamonds [AkaKuro Fanfiction]

Chapter 10

Thank you for all the reads, votes, and adds! You're making me cry here, guys! (;w;) Now, I'm going to break your hearts–

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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His current location wasn't exactly the best place in the world. The prep area of Laboratory 5 wasn't exactly the best place in the world. Not for him. Never for him.

Nearby, from where he was standing, were sets upon sets of complex apparatus used for forensic examination and analysis. To name a few, there were evidence drying cabinets, a ninhydrin fingerprinting humidified incubator, compound and comparison microscopes, a culpascope, and an unlit stainless cadaver dissection table. There was also a workstation on the other side of the room. Disorganized files were cluttered on top of the table which was lighted with a LED desktop lamp. A test tube rack, with three out of the six test tubes in it filled halfway with liquids of different color, and a crime-lite were also littering the messy terminal.

"That asshole," he cursed under his breath as he proceeded to the lavatory to wash his hands. "He did thoughtless things which were completely out of plans. Again. How many times has this happened already? I can't believe he's tolerating such selfishness!" He clucked as he wiped his hands dry using a white towel.

The ivory walls of Laboratory 5 were mocking him, he thought. Cream-white wasn't really the best color for such a soiled place. Black would be more fitting.

He couldn't believe he was still working there. It was as if he was baiting himself right in front of his own enemies. It wasn't actually his decision, but his– or the organization he was in, rather. But, since he's the boss, then he's the one to blame, isn't he? The ungrateful bastard wasn't even thinking about his well-being. As if the bastard would ever think of someone else's welfare. Egocentric shit with his head right up his ass... Or his ass right inside his head. He loudly scraped his shoes on the tiled floor as he strode across the room with large steps. He was inside a completely sound-proofed room, so even throwing a tantrum wouldn't be a problem. As a matter of fact, he was already inwardly debating throwing one. His movements weren't monitored in this place, after all. Meaning, nobody was watching him all the time. He was free to do anything he wishes 24/7. That was one of the reasons why he agreed to take the risky job. He wasn't watching him. He wasn't leashed. He could do whatever he wanted to in this place. It was his solitary sanctuary.

All of a sudden, the loud ringing of his phone blared throughout the silent room, causing him to flinch and almost trip in his own feet. Stupid. He slid his right hand inside the pocket of his laboratory gown, and picked up his phone with a scrunched face. The number flashing on his phone's screen was unknown, but he knew better. He knew best who the caller was. He clicked the accept button, and placed the speaker next to his ear.

The other line was silent. He knew that was his cue to speak. He huffed. "What is it this time?"

A crackling chuckle resounded from the other end. "I know you're rattled about Silver's folly. You know him. Impulsiveness is the enemy of deep thinking. He doesn't practice the latter, but he has a full supply of foolhardiness," the caller nonchalantly replied.

Foolhardiness, my face! He inwardly exclaimed. "You do understand that his actions can be dangerous to us in the future, don't you? They may have finally traced some clues indicting us!" He whisper-shouted, holding the phone with both of his hands. He knew he was safe inside the laboratory– his safe haven– but his body has been conditioned to be careful at all times.