Runaway blue

Chapter 12

《They'd never understand,
Don't try, unless you want your heart to cry.
For messages in the sand
Are overwritten trash to the eye.

No they can't decipher,
You'll have to down right explain.
But you can't do that, O fighter,
You hate drowning in useless pain.》
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He stared at the five different pairs of eyes, his own teal ones never blinking, clashing with red and nightly blue especially.
The large room was filled with a tense atmosphere, everyone too out of it to even breathe properly.
The young Akashi heir was the first one to break the silence he cleared his throat, opening softened eyes, which now had no trace of the glare he was giving earlier, and adressed the youngest, but probably the most capable mind amongst them.
“Tetsuya,” He called. “Would you care to elaborate the situation. I'm afraid we don't quite understand.”

They were sitting in different sofa's, the royal heir opposite them, seperated by a glass table. The room they were in was a huge one, with golden painted walls and chocolate floor, rich furniture of different colors decorated it everywhere, making it hard not to gawk at it.
He however, was used to this types of environments. Lowering his teal eyes to the glass table, metting his reflection frowning at him, he answered. “What is there to understand? I am the crown prince. That's all there is to it.” The redhead opened his mouth to speak. However…

In that moment, the tanned teen, who had been quiet the whole ride there and up until then, let hell broke lose. In a fit of rage he got up and slammed his hands on the table, hard enough to crack the thick glass.
“We get that! What we don't get is why we're only finding out now!!!” Aomine Daiki was never cold headed, he followed his insticts everywhere and was quick to jump to conclusions (which more often than not were either wrong or plain out too idiotic to bee true) and actions. So it was no suprise to the group of teens when he yelled, although his actions caused some to flinch.
“Because, Aomine-kun,” Tetsuya also raised his voice. “I didn't want you to know. There's a reason as to why everything has happened and you,” he pointed at the standing teen, but meant all of them. “should not involve yourself with matters that don't have anything to do with you.”
“But we do, in fact, have to do with the situation, nanodayo.” Spoke the grennette called Midorima Shintaro, making all heads turn in his direction. “We are… ahem… your friends. Therefore, we will be involved at some point in this situation.”
“Shintaro's right, Tetsuya. We're friends… no. We're family, aren't we?” Seijuro watched how the adressed widened his eyes before regaining his composure. Of course, he thought, he takes our promise very seriously… but…

“What do you want me to say Akashi-kun?” Their eyes met once more, and this time neither would back down. “That I'm sorry? I'm not! The decision was mine and I don't regret it!” The tealnette stood, giving a hard glare, not just to Akashi, but to all of them. “I wanted to get through life by my own strength, not my name's. And I did. End of story.”
“B-but Kurokochi, that still doesn't explain why you didn't tell us. Don't you trust us?” The blond model spoke, averting the younger's gaze as it was too cold for his liking.
“Tell you when, Kise-kun?” Kuroko asked, knowing full well that he was about to hit a nerve, about to bring back unneccesary memories and break them with what he'd say next, knowing that he'd break himself along them, for the boy he pretended to be was a part of them, and also a part of him, but he didn't care. He was too frustrated with everything to have such an emotion.
“When you all turned your backs on me? Huh? Or when you were doing everything in your power to break my resolve?” 

Had he thought it through, he wouldn't've done it and the moment the words left his mouth, he wanted to take them back, for the reactions he recieved would be pleasing only to someone who actually wanted to hurt them. But he didn't!
He was just tired from everything, sleep deprived (though he hid it well) and depressed. “…I… I didn't…” He couldn't even form an apology, guilt forming a lump in his throat. He wanted to cry for he messed up again, screwed everything.

Murasakibara, who usually towered over all with a terrifying aura, to those who didn't know him, was now looking at his feet as if the most interesting thing in the world was placed there, but instead of interest, his eyes were filled with regret and for once, there were no snacks in his hands.
Kise had his eyes closed, his hands griping his newest jeans so tight he could've ruined them. No bubbly aura around him, and no smile either.
Aomine, who still stood, had his hands stuffed in his pockets, looking sideways with a faraway look. The insomia marks making him look even worse than he already was.
Midorima had his hand on his glasses, holding them up in an angle that reflected the light in the room, his eyes couldn't be seen but it was obvious that he was upset, you could tell because his lucky item had fallen to the floor (not too damaged) and he wasn't making  a move to pick it up.
Akashi on the other hand, betrayed nothing. His face was void of any emotion. His hands lay on the table, in a way that meant bussines. However, he didn't stand straight.
The one thing that gave away the fact that he was effected by his words.

The redhead took a deep breath then spoke. “I understand that what we did was wrong, Tetsuya, however, that doesn't mean we weren't trustworthy. Had you told us, we would've kept your secret.” It was true and they all knew it. Kise looked at the prince, wanting to say something, anything, so bad, but held back.

Then the tealnette said:
“But would you be the same…?”

They all wanted to say more, to know more, but were interrupted by the door opening, and in came their king, with a cold expression.