Runaway blue

Chapter 10

《Run, run away
Coz it's the one thing you can do
But the world will stay wicked this way
Poor runaway blue》
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The wind picked up pace as the helicopter flew over the ground, the two standing few feet away from it while their sky blue hair danced in the wind.
“So he's finally back.” Said the oldest and the shorter of the two.
“Apparently he is. And he just has to make a scene.” Grumbled the younger man. “Have you told Tetsuya?”
“I did mention it to him. He didn't react to it though.” The man said, moving his cane behind his back, where he clasped his hands, remembering how his grandson stared at him for a loooong long time with that impassive face of his, before nodding at him and… dismissing him?
My when did he start acting like a prince? He thought. And to me at that!

The helicopter finally lowered to the ground, where a young man stepped out and smiled at them in a longing manner, but a glint in his eyes made the two look more like his prey.
His golden eyes hid a smirk as his teal hair flew over his forehead.
“Dad, Granpa!” He shouted over the noise of the leaving helicopter, leaving his bags on the spot he was, he ran towards the two men, crushing them in a hug. “WASSUP! YOU TWO I MISSED YOU SOO~ FREAKING MUCH! YOU NEVER TEXT!  UWAAAA!!!” He continued his rant, holding on to them tightly while blowing their ears off by his screams of joy.
The maids and butlers on the roof sweatdropped at the prince's childish antics. He was known for that behaviour ever since he was young but that never bothered the teen as it was just another way to make things ineresting for him. More, fun.

Suddenly, the tealnette let go of his relatives, jumping a few feet away from them and looking around, up and down, behind and sideways, to end up looking at them once more.
“What?” His father snapped at him, still fixing his clothes from the hug. The oldest Kuroko smiled at him but didn't say anything.
“Where's 'Tsu?” The teen asked, oblivious to his father's irritation.
Or rather, ignoring it.

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The girl skipped down the halls, a confident smile on her face as she hummed a tune. Her long braided hair in colors of deep red to a lighter purple, swayed from side to side in tune with her speed.
“Oi! There you are!” A rather undescribable voice called out behind her, making her stop and turn to a boy approaching her. “Everytime! You do this everytime!!!” He yelled in irritation, throwing his arms up in the air as his voice took an angry tone.
The girl laughed whole-heartedly at his angry face before reaching up with one hand to ruffle his spiky dark blue hair. “Well maybe if you joined me for at least one time you wouldn't have to come and find me.”
The boy stared at her for a moment, suprised at her actions before scowling and taking her hand in his large one.
“As if. You know I'd never sing out of the shower.”
“Or out of the basketball gym.” She countered, annoying him.
“That's different, but yeah.” They started walking in silence, hand in hand until they reached a door. The blue haired boy pushed it open and the sight of annoyed teenagers greeted them.

“Where were you this time?!” One of thwm yelled.
“Somewhere and nowhere.” The girl shrugged. “Can we just start already?” The boys sighed at her behaviour. As always, she just had to come late at their rehearsals.
“Whatever, let's just do this thing.” Another boy said, taking his place on their stage.
Agreeing, the others did as well, with the girl in the front with the mic. The blue haired boy left to his own business, leaving them to their job.

The music begun, the girl waited a few before opening her eyes and starting her part.

“They say we are what we are,
But we don't have to be.
I'm bad behaviour but I
Do it in the best way!”

In a huge mansion, in his indoor basketball court, a young teen practised his game.
His teal hair swayed on his forehead, his eyes closed as he passed imaginary opponoments.

So it seemed. To him, however, it was a different matter, for he was replaying in his mind every battle that he played. He fought against Aomine with Kagami's moves, Kise with Akashi's, himself with Takao's, Midorima with Aomine's and so on, unaware of the prying eyes.

“I'll be the watcher,
Of the eternal flame!
I'll be the guard dog,
Of all your fever dreams!”

He scored a basket and stole the ball from himself. As he continued dribbling in front of the opposite hoop, footsteps (finally) approached, setting a calm, with a hint of a deadly atmosphere.
The new commer ‘tsk’ed once, twice, thrice before talking.
“'Tsu, 'Tsu, 'Tsu. Why dearest brother, you are so irresponsible.” He chuckled deeply, yet it seemed the other wasn't paying him the attention he wanted and expected, like he didn't even hear him. However, if you saw closely, you'd clearly see that his muscles were tense and his breathing nonexistent. “Father said your leg just healed, do you really want to destroy it so bad-”

In a blink of an eye, there was a basketball standing just in front of his eyes, milimeters away from his nose. If he hadn't put his fast reflexes to good use and cought it, the ball would've actually destroyed his face, no doubt.
Eyes wide with an emotion hidden so well in suprise, he let the ball drop to the floor as the one who threw it turned to him.

“Oooooooooh”

Their eyes met, making even the walls of the room vibrate in shivers at the coldness of their gazes.

“I am the sand
In the bottom half
Of the hourglass, (glass)!”

They kept on staring, the younger of the two didn't drop his uninterested face once, until the older one laughed that creepy laugh that crawled up your spine to whisper ‘death’ in your ear.
“Awie, why would you do that?!” He asked, but the way he spoke sounded nothing like what the words usually did, his voice was cold and unforgiving. The complete opposite of how he spoke earlier.

“Oooooooooh”

It sickened him…
How his brother would change and look at him with different eyes.
How he acted absolutely universal.

“I tried to picture me
without you
but I can't!”

But he was powerless against him.
He was powerless against his older brother, Kuroko Tatsuki.
“You know… 'Tsu…”
Tetsuya's back straightened at the tone of his voice, fear seeping into his weak heart and eating it away. He knew...

“You are amaizing as a brother. But…”
He knew what came next.
“You always forget.”

Pain… so much pain.

“You always forget respect…”

Pain… then…

“You never respect me, as the eldest.”

Just numbness…

Sry I haven't updated in a while!!! 😣
I hope this chapter was good and left you with enough curiosity to read the rest of this book. Thank you for reading!
P.S: I don't own the song.