Yellow Diamonds [AkaKuro Fanfiction]

Chapter 15

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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.

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Warning: Grammatical errors, limited vocabulary, unbetaed. I also apologize for the ambiguity (of things) in this chapter.

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Gold's eyes flashed in derisive mirth. "Kagami Taiga," he slurred. Despite the look on his face, his voice sounded bored. He swirled the snifter of whiskey he had poured when Kagami sat down earlier. "What brings you here?" He asked, gesturing his hand, offering Kagami a glass of his own.

Kagami raised a palm, refusing. He didn't come here for affable talks, anyway. The very thought of being friendly with the other was utterly insufferable that it almost made him puke. He fought his own impulse to glare at the golden-blonde-haired man casually seated with him in the semi-circular sofa. He needed to calm himself down or he would give away his real intentions. He hardened his expression. "The usual," he replied.

Gold stopped whirling his glass of whiskey. He placed it back on the table. The clattering sound instantly died as the booming music inside the establishment escalated even more. His gaze cut through Kagami's own. "What is it, then?"

Kagami curled and uncurled his fists on his lap, trying to arrange his thoughts.

Haizaki who had been standing on the sofa's end where Kagami was seated pretended not to notice the redhead's stiff action. He turned his gaze toward the dimmed dance floor where silhouettes upon silhouettes of inebriated patrons swayed.

Kagami cleared his throat. "It appears the agency has finally caught up with YD," he said. He inwardly sighed in relief for not biting his tongue or the insides of his cheeks.

Gold didn't even bat an eye, despite the fact.

The Agency is on their tail.

The Agency.

The damned agency whose name remained shrouded in mystery.

Their biggest opponent.

The Agency was a clandestine government organization meant for covert operations, for surreptitious affairs that have no need to reach the public's eyes and ears.

The Agency and their group had clashed countless times in the past. They were always at the losing end, except for that one time– that time four years ago, when they had succeeded in obtaining one of the greatest minds the world could ever offer. Though, it somewhat ended in failure, because of them, because of the insolent monkeys who had the nerve to go against him– against them– against the Jabberwock.

Great minds really do think alike, but he– they– had the upper hand, at that time.

After all, love really could make people weak.

It was disgusting. Repulsive. Just like the Agency itself.

"They never learn," Gold hung his elbow on the sofa's backrest and shook his head. "Especially that rainbow trout and his little underling." He picked up his half-full snifter and breathed in the strong smell of his whiskey. He sent his gaze toward Haizaki, egging on the gray-haired man's reaction, who was obviously pretending not to hear their conversation. "What do you think? Shall we take the fish out of the water?" He asked, smirking.

Haizaki's face didn't move an inch.

Gold's lips curled up in amusement. He snorted. He returned his gaze to Kagami. "It seems to me that you're useful after all, despite being a cub."