The Generation of Miracles : Us ! ~Translation

Chapter 23

Disclaimer: This story was written by Aiwaa and can be found on fanfiction.net

The door opened.

And this time, it wasn't a friendly silhouette which materialized in the entrance.

Brown hair.
Emerald green eyes.

Quickly, before the former teammates had the time to perform the slightest gesture, the intruder jumped on Kuroko, pushing Kagami into the wall with a simple push and lifting the Miracle by the throat.

- Hello little brother! he exclaimed, laughing, a big smile on his face.

Kuroko's eyes widened as his back hit the wall. He raised his diaphanous hands as best as he could to put them on the big and strong ones wrapped around his neck. It only made his breathing turn even more into a rattle. He tried kicking his assailant but quickly stopped, not having the strength anymore.

The pain was overwhelming. His throat was burning, his head was hurting him and he was feeling his heartbeat slowing down in an alarming way.
The shadow let his hands fall, incapable of making the slightest effort.

His big brother looked at him with... tenderness, his head tilted on the side.

- You're not moving anymore, little angel?

All of that with a soft smile on his lips.

That asshole. His green eyes were sparkling.

He approached his face from Kuroko's and put a light kiss on his cheek.
He then murmured in his ear, in his soft voice filled with numerous nuances:

- You are mine, you are my beloved little brother and I'll never accept that you consider Aomine and Kise as brothers. We are linked by blood, Tetsu and ...

Kuroko almost couldn't hear anything anymore. A thumping noise buzzed in his ears and his heartbeat was only pulsing slowly.

- Say my name, little angel. Say it and maybe your big brother will forgive you.

- Shi.. shi... Kuroko panted... (shi: death in Japanese)

- My full name, little angel, my full name.

Suddenly, a voice rung behind him:

- Asshole, let him go!

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A few seconds earlier, when the door opened.

Kagami just had the time to see chocolate hair and a green sparkle before receiving a blow with a rare violence in his sides, sending him straight into the wall. His head hit the bulkhead and all the air escaped his lungs. Shook, he lost consciousness for a short while.

Whispers woke him up and he opened his eyes.

Dread took him over when realized that he could only see indistinct stains.

His hands started shaking. In his mind, Asmodeus was on the ground, unconscious. As he was starting to give way to panic, he got a hold of himself. If his conscience was capable of saying something, she would call him a moron and would tell him to strand up.