The Doll - Kuroko No Basket

III

Earth turned around itself and sun for millions times, Bringing diffrent seasons as quickly as blinking eyes, forcing any creatures to age and experience things they may not love or see appropriate.

Akashi Seijuro, being one of the victims turned sixteen and became a highschooler student, losing his innocent self. In the past four years he's changed in many ways. He became strict, crueller and twisted. The miniscule kindness in his heart disappearing, bein replaced by absoluteness and dominance. The gentleness in his eyes, killed by psychotic equanimity. He acted callous even toward his Doll, speaking badly about him, questioning his love for the auburn head. Stabbing his claws hard and painfully in his heart. Demanding why he never talks back, not defending himself ? Always looking silently at his young owner, letting him to release his frustration on the teal head. He doesn't need anyone's pity, specially Kuroko Tetsuya's.

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The tealnette looks out of the window as his love leaves for school not tiring himself to say farewell. Walking farther away, to somewhere Tetsuya can not reach his hands to. Cold icy wind bits his cheek. Not sensing the playful action, he looks around the mansion.

Winter has come. The leafless twigs and branches jumping up and down in frustration. It's freezy and they are bare, not having their expensive foliages to protect them. The snow feeling sorry, sewed white mourning dresses with love and put it on them. Adding whiteness to their black structure. They numb, hum a song of death. Pushing the already soulless city farther into void. Even streets are empty. Snow dislikes the black smokes cars produce so she blocked it with ordering her soldiers to land there, making it impossible for them to move through.

It is a lonely sight.

Winter is emotionless just like him. Kuroko hates this season, deeply.

He leaves his Akashi's room and walk unsteadily in the hallways. Not having a specific destination. His feet increasing the distance between him and the young master's room.

It's been four years since Tetsuya has met him. The loving Seijuro who despite knowing he can't feel any sensations, treasured him and made sure he felt happy. Now he is gone.
The realization hits violently his beating irregularly heart. Tears want to leave his large mesmerizing rubies. They can't. They don't exist.

Kuroko finds himself in the garden. Sitting on bench, he stares at the snowflakes falling rhythmical. They have a beautiful shape and design. He opens his mouth and let his tongue out, catching one of them. He puts it back. He can't even taste the coldest things. His hands form a fist and his shirt is clenched. The lower lip is bit hard.

He did try hard to never let sorrow capture him and torture his soul. It is stronger than what he imagined it would be. The thoughts surround him, each throwing a hate comment, pressuring him to listen.

“Seijuro does not want you”

“Why are you alive?”

“You're just beautiful. A useless beauty though”

“A doll having a beating heart. Don't make me laugh”

“Die”

“Die~”

He places his shaking hands in his ear. Preventing them to enter his head  and start a war with his mind . Stupid Kuroko does not know, it is his mind that began playing a won game with him. Everything is happening inside.
“I begg of you” “leave me alone”

“Then die~”

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Akashi dribbling the basketball ball, stops some feet away from the Basket and throws the round object right in net. The ball successfully land on the court, having got two points for the auburn head. The door of gym gets opened and reveals four tall athletes, each diffrent and crazier than other. “Yo! ” The adventurer air, peeks malevolently in there, making their hair to stand. Shiver goes down their spins. A sudden sting of pain imprisons his heart and Tetsuya's picture pops in his mind, rushing him to get his doll.

His mismatched gold and red eyes gets closed and opened. Soft breathes flying in the air. He shakes the ridiculous thought and scolds his teammates. “You're five minutes late, have you not heard that time is gold? Hurry up and get started” They all used to his stoic face and perfectionism obsession, nods their heads. “Hai!”

After all, what can possibly happen to a doll?

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At afternoon, when sky has long turned black, Seijuro takes the lead to his home, having a deep urge to see his Tetsuya. Clouds have arranged a party for tonight, to once again bring disaster upon Tokyo. Moon shaking her head of the disrespectful grey masses, silently closes her eyes, taking a nap. Tonight she is off duty, having the delinquents clouds take her responsibility away.

The empty streets are passed, his heart is beating faster as he gets closer and closer. “What's wrong with me today? ” He questions himself, not being aware of his Tetsuya's condition at the moment.

Once arrived at his mansion, he goes straight to his room, wanting to see his Testuya's face. He opens the large door and enters there. The lonely room welcomes him, not having Tetsuya's spirit there. He puts his bag near the wall and worried runs to every sites he thinks the tealnette would be there.

He checked some of Tetsu's favorite maid's rooms, the living room, the kitchen, the pool, the library. But he was nowhere to be seen. He huffs slightly stressed out. Where can he possibly go? Is there a place he hasn't gone to yet?

His hands annoyed hids in his pants' pockets, his back leaned on living room's wall. ‘I haven't checked garden yet’

An exhausted sigh leaves his mouth.
“He is a doll Seijuro, don't worry ” He calms himself down, leaving there. A band in his heart begins their rock music, one singing insanely, the others playing the drum and guitar excited.

He arrives at there. He sees his Tetsuya. The stress does leave his heart, the rock band going to another heart for their next concert. The urge to see the unique art fades away sadly.
He touches his face and kisses his closed eyes, after a long time.

On the bench was a soulless doll, eyes shut, bloody tears' stains clearly visible on his colder than winter's touch, cheeks. The beating heart was out of its rightful place. Cryin in his hands, demanding Tetsuya to let him see its Seijuro. Their's Seijuro. His opened up chest was empty like a shell, having lost his bloody organ.

The dominant emperor hugged his dead doll tightly, not wanting to believe his love is gone. He apologizes over and over. “Im sorry. Im sorry. Im sorry. Im sorry. Im sorry” “Please come back to me”
“Tetsu......... TETSU! ”

Tears one by one leave his eyes. With Agony in their spirit, they fall on his hair, turning white.

Kuroko Tetsuya is not coming back.