Runaway blue

Chapter 5 Part 1

《Welcome back,
Runaway blue
Why so stressed,
Aren't you happy too?

Look around,
Isn't it nice?
Listen to the sounds,
They're qlearer than ice.

You're home,
Smile for them
You're not alone
But you still pretend》
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A gray ceiling, decorated with yellowish white dots, was the sight that met him once he woke.

He already had a feeling where he was, he knew where he was, but out of habit he still looked around the room that's supposed to be his. It hadn't changed a bit from the last time he was there; the red windowsill to his right captured the sunset, lighting the whole room with an eerie glow, the red walls looking blurred out from the action, leaving room for black-lined basket balls to shine brighter, ironic if he were to say so himself, while the trophies to his left blinded him. In front of him stood a large mirror, that didn't even cover a quarter of the wall, designed to look like a demon portal, or so he thought when he was younger, that brought back many sad and happy memories. To it's right stood a wide dark orange door, with black lines crossing each-other here and there, that was his walk in closet. Then next to it stood a plain white door that was his bathroom.
Basketball posters decorated the walls here and there, but not a lot, since his twice the king sized bed took up most of the space. Other than that, two lights stood at each side of his bed and one over the mirror, designed to look like basketball hoops. Beside the window stood a wide black desk that contained his laptop, other electronic devises he didn't ever use, books, papers, pens and more books. There also stood a mini bookshelf over it, holding most of his favourite books. The room hadn't changed a bit, there wasn't even a speck of dust anywhere.
He hated it. Especially the color his mother wanted the walls to be.

Taking another look at the demon portal his mother told so many stories about, he noticed he'd been changed out of his school uniform and into a tight black sleeve-less shirt, and black and red shorts.
He looked like some celebrity even in those.
Yet, he wasn't happy. His once soft teal eyes, now were sharp with fury he wouldn't let out.
Throwing the red covers away, he got up and opened the black door with orange lines, located at the right of the trophies.

The fading pink walls blurred out when a hand went to stop him from getting out.
He decided, this was where some of his anger would lash out to, to the man that brought him here, back to his cage. With a lighting speed move, he brought his elbow down to the others knuckle, cought his wrist with his other hand and dragged the man closer to him, kneeing his gut and elbowing his torso, sending him a few steps back.

Much to his frustration, though, the man didn't let out more than a grunt. Holding his hand to his torso, the black haired monster, to his eyes, calmly walked towards him while he did the same.
"Please, your highness, I have orders to not let you out of your room, yet." He said once they crossed paths. He glared back at him, his eyes shining with different emotions.
"And I have a word with someone, don't worry I'm not stupid enough to try and leave already. Don't get too cocky, just because you managed to get me back, doesn't mean you can tell me what I'm to do, Haizawa.
Know your place." He said, venom dripping from his voice as he left the poor guy standing there, wandering if there'd ever be a time when he'd get his friend back.
"What has become of you, Kuroko?"

Said boy walked through endless mazes of walls, memorized since childhood, until he reached his destination. A door redder than all others, which really pissed and amused him, for the color really suited the owner of the room, but he hated it to his very core.
Slaming the door open, he walked in, uncaring of the others sigh or how the old man had to hide a face palm before letting himself smile.

"Welcome back, Tetsuya." He said, as if it was normal.
"It isn't good to be back, otou-san." He replied, as if kidnapping him to bring him here was normal.
Which in a way, it was, to him at least. His father had done this many times.
Shaking his head, the older Kuroko got up from his comfy seat behind a very expensive desk, and walked up to him, the damn smile never leaving his face.
How it angered him.
Seeing him so happy made him sick.
Made him want to punch him repeatedly until he'd beg to be let go.

"You do know that if you keep that face, it'll stick like that forever right?" His 'father' commented as he now stood before him.
The man made a move to put his large hands on his head, he made a move to fricking TOUCH him! Still with a hard glare on he moved, to let him know he didn't have the right to touch him and felt pleased to finally see him wipe the smile of his face.

"You lost, admit it!" His father said, now with hardened eyes.
"You lost as well!!" He stood his ground. "We had a deal!" The teen reminded him. "And you broke it." 'Liar' remained unsaid- unyelled.
The older's teal eyes widened.
"Tetsuya I-" he swallowed. "I didn't..."
"O really?" He moved closer to the man, as much as he didn't want to, looked up at his eyes coldly. "Then who did?"

"I did..." Came the soft reply. But it wasn't his father's voice... no. It was...

And done.
That's the second update today. I hope it's to your liking.