Yellow Diamonds [AkaKuro Fanfiction]

Chapter 11

I literally spent hours staring at the blinking text cursor in MSword, trying to think of what to write, while thinking (and inwardly freaking out) over what to do with our thesis. *cries in sheer agony*

I'm so sorry that this came late! Our internet connection is still crappy, because of the typhoon. T_T Anyway, thank you for always supporting this fic! Writing is my only ray of shine in this bleak life of mine. lol

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, Mayuyu's rainbow of curses (that we all love), and... well, just some shit that's about to happen. :3

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The late afternoon sky bloomed outside. It was an encompassing canvas of cerulean lit up by the glaring sunlight– a typical undisturbed day in the city.

Somewhere, in the darkness, within the deepest undertone of the calm, a phone soundlessly blinked. On its screen, a notice flashed. One new message, it said.

A thumb slid through the display, drew the pattern to unlock it, and simultaneously opened the unread mail.

"He's not needed anymore," the message read.

As the phone's light died, a small grin flickered on its owner's lips, dreadfully reflecting on the pitch-black screen.

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Akashi already had the faintest idea about Kuroko's line of work. Still, the bluenette's bold actions, in every respect, took him by surprise. It didn't show in his face, but his heart did skip a beat when he felt the warm touch invade his lips. The kiss was straightforward– just Kuroko's mouth and his– and was truly... intoxicating. It was enough to make him stop thinking rationally about anything else for a few seconds. He almost responded and pulled the bluenette to his chest, until he felt a pang of pain overrun his head. It was as if thousands of needles suddenly began puncturing his brain in all places. It had happened before, but he thought he had already been cured of it. He didn't know he still hadn't. Not until now. Grabbing Kuroko by the arm, he roughly shoved him away– opposite to his initial thoughts to just let the bluenette have his way with his game– and covered his eyes with his left hand.

Kuroko drew in his breath at the sudden push. He was coughing by the time he realized how the redhead had just pulled away. He was so sure that Akashi was about to kiss him back. It was a first for him– for someone to refuse his advances. He wasn't sure if he should feel irritated or thankful because of it. All he knew was that Akashi was different. The redhead was different from everyone else... and he hated it. He hated it because things weren't going his way. His Plan B which was to escape doesn't appear to be workable given the current circumstances. He wasn't so heartless so as to leave Ogino-kun in his current situation, after the redhead had helped and fed him. Blame his senseless conceitedness.

Akashi moved his hand, and clutched his forehead with his palm. His head seared. It felt as if it was burning. He squeezed his eyes shut to try to lessen the scorching sensation, but nothing happened. He gritted his teeth as a crossed huff went past his lips.

Kuroko's eyebrows scrunched as he felt Akashi's already strong grip on his arm tighten even more. "Ogino...kun?" He muttered between clenched jaws. His arm was getting numb. He tried to wriggle it away, but Akashi's hold was too secured– as if his arm had been locked in Akashi's fist. He doesn't have any idea what was happening.