Yellow Diamonds [AkaKuro Fanfiction]

Chapter 13

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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, a little bit of violence (and evidence of how much I suck at writing these scenes) and mentions of suicide attempt. Sorry.

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What, for fuck's sake, is wrong with this world!? Mayuzumi clucked in annoyance as he shifted underneath the thin blanket of the hospital bed. Me? On fucking narcotics? The very thought sent a shiver down his spines. He hated it. He hated any kinds of drug, be it for medication or for different purposes.

Mayuzumi wasn't fond of consuming such unnaturally prepared– or created– medicament. Fucking Nijimura! He should've just told them about my work! I don't "use" drugs. I "study" if people had used them! That asshole! And why the fuck is he even my relative? We don't look fucking alike! He felt a cold sweat dribble down his temple. That's disgusting!

Mayuzumi returned to wondering how he ended up in his current situation. He was supposed to be working– no matter how much he hated it– in his laboratory or his desk in his godforsaken office. He wasn't supposed to be recuperating on a fucking hospital bed.

The afternoon sun outside has started to set, dyeing the sky with shades of orange, magenta, and night blue. The scenery was delicately captured on the only window present in the gray-haired coroner's hospital room. It was beautiful, but Mayuzumi couldn't care less.

He has more important things to do– one, being to know how he ended up here. But, first, he has to make sure if his suspicions were correct. He wasn't as foolhardy and impetuous as someone he knew to just dive headfirst in the rogue's den. He wasn't that stupid.

He has someone he needed to contact first. He needed to alert him– them– especially with their enemy lurking so, very, close... and about to bite them. However, again, he wasn't exactly sure about it yet. That was why he has to investigate everything first, and he knew he needed his assistance. He inwardly puked at the thought.

He unconsciously clicked his tongue in annoyance. He wasn't one to start a conversation, so phoning him up, just the very thought of that, was totally outrageous.

But, you have to. He told himself. He has to. And, maybe, he would confront him about his situation, before ending the call.

In the middle of his thoughts, all of a sudden, an unwelcomed sound pierced through. He peered behind the blanket with a glare, and turned his head to the side. His phone was ringing. He was thankful that he had been allowed to keep his phone with him.

Fucking Nijimura and the strings he controls.

Mayuzumi reluctantly sat up and picked it up. His eyes slightly lit up, when he saw who the caller was. This just saved him the trouble of establishing the conversation.

He pressed the accept button.

"Mayuzumi-fucking-Chihiro here."

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A unusually tall man with golden-blond hair, medium in length, strode haughtily across the small crowd. His expression was stern, but his equally deep lustrous yellow eyes glinted condescendingly as he looked down on the dressed personnel of the bar, looming his six foot or so figure above them. The light-yellow dress shirt he was wearing had two buttons open– on his collar and upper chest– revealing a tribal tattoo that stretched from his neck and slithered down his left shoulder, and the toned muscles underneath the pressed fabric. The air around him spoke volumes of authority.