Runaway blue

Chapter 18

Sorry for the long wait guys! So, I saw the comments and the plotline is basically going to be a mixing of plot 1 and 3. Basically, this is going to happen;

Kuroko gets in a car crash, where soon after he is plagued by dreams of his mother and secrets of her death. He makes friends at school and joins the bb club, but many are made into targets. Kuroko and gom are kidnapped, His father tracks them down and fights his uncle to death. Kuroko leaves a note and disappears.

Anyways, now that that's sorted out, enjoy!

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《Not too long now
and you'll see
How deep this story
Just might be

Stay strong little one
And carry on
You'll right the ones
Who did you wrong》

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Sometime during the break of dawn, when the purplish sky was brightening and the first sun rays hit the earth, was when he regained consciousness. His body was aching, muscles locked tight on a fight or flight mode despite all the tiredness and lonely quiet that filled the room, now clean and rid of the earlier destruction.

Looking at the side, there was a glass of water and some painkillers, which he ignored. A Kuroko didn't need help, he didn't need help.

Slowly, the tealnette got up, threw off the covers and, hissing as pain flooded his nerves, left his bed. He slipped on a pair of trousers, sneakers and a T-shirt before leaving the room altogether, wandering the hallways of the haunted mansion.
Well isn't this familiar?

Pictures from the memory lane came and washed over him, for a moment his mother's last memory flashed in his eyes. Taken by anger, those teal eyes narrowed and coldened. He'd never forgive the man for taking away his mother's life. Never.

“-You dare speak of her, you bastard!” Tatsuki's voice rang in his ears, pulling the younger Kuroko out of his hatred and throwing him into another kind of misery.
There, inside the monster's office, he heard one voice after another, all words accusing and angry, aimed at one another.

“And why would I not? She mattered to me as well, didn't she?” His uncle spoke next as he peeked through the crack in the door. In the illuminated space he could see his father's desk and chair, but it was unoccupied. On the side, his uncle sat on the couch, one leg over the other and his right arm lazily slung over the armrest. Opposite him, his brother stood enraged. Body set in a fighting position, fists clenched at his sides as he glowered at the man.

“Don't you dare give me that BS! It's your fault she died you fu-!”

“Tatsuki that's enough!” Boomed the king's voice and Tetsuya struggled to make out his back in the far corner of what he could see, near the window. “Or did you forget about what happened earlier?”

“The hell old man?! If you did your job right then none of this would've happened!” The teen was quick to retort, raising his voice an octave higher. Kuroko flinched, that tone was no good. Neither of them were any good but… why so?...
What's going on damn it?
“Mom would've been ashamed of you!” His brother continued, his back now turned to their uncle and trembling in their father's direction. “She's rolling in her grave right now and it's all your fau-!”

A slap echoed in the room, the eavesdropping teen barely suppressed a gasp as half of his father's features came in view, looming over his brother's lowered head. Had this been any other occasion, Tetsuya would've joked about how Tatsuki was being interrupted over and over again, but this was dire. His father hit him, he laid hand over one of his sons. The one thing he was against.

His father was furious.

He stared wide eyed from the crack, listened in shock as his uncle barked a dark laugh. The air got colder, even as the sun rays hit his back, creating a shadow that started seeping from the crack, forcing him to immediately move from his spot, before any of the room's occupants noticed his presence. In his haste to get away, he bumped into a flower vase, causing it to fall and shatter on the floor. The deafening noise made his heart stop as it sliced the quiet and alerted the people in the King's office. Quick on his feet, the phantom slipped away, turning a corner just as the door opened, he hoped that his heart wasn't loud enough for them to hear and that the odds would be in his favour to get away.

Waiting for a few seconds, he dashed as far away from the office as possible, never looking back while his teal hair swayed over his eyes. “What was that all about?” He whispered, his voice trembling from fury and fear. His family was keeping something from him, something big. Just what?

Slowing to a halt, the Kuroko heir panted and slid down the wall, he put his head over his crossed arms, elbows resting on his knees. He was tired, in pain and angry. Angry at his life's events, angry at the position he held in society, angry at all the secrets others kept from him, angry at his powerlessness towards it all. At that moment, all Tetsuya wanted was to die and be reborn as a peasant. A normal person, just normal..

But that would never happen…
He was doomed to be the shadow prince forever, moving in the shadows and striking when people least expect it, to bring victory and success beyond imagination. A new era… a golden era…

With a heavy heart and mind filled with doubt, in other words, his senses overload in unwanted emotions, Tetsuya didn't notice the person approaching him until the other was sitting right next to him. A warm hand covered the top of his teal crown, ruffling the soft strands.

“How much did you hear?”  His brother spoke up after a few minutes of silence.

“Enough,” He replied, “To know that something shady is going on behind my back.” Tatsuki sighed, shoulders slumping as a sign of tiredness. He rubbed at his eyes ocean colored eyes, already feeling his headache becoming unbearable. “You won't tell me what it is… will you?” The younger Kuroko asked, the words drawled out in a hushed and soft tone.

“… I… I can't 'Tsu… please understand,” A speck of desperation filled Tatsuki's eyes, sorrow and regret, forced composure took over his features and a deep hatred glazed his deep golden orbs.
Tetsuya looked at him, wondering, aching to know the answer to a question never to be spoken. He decided right there and then;

“I will find out, 'Tsuki.” And none of you can stop me.

His brother didn't answer, smiling at the use of his nickname but never responding, just let his determination grow as they both bathed in the morning sun, forgetting all about their family's issues, their earlier fight. Their minds filled with one intention; one to protect, the other to fix.

Two brothers, with two different goals. Not supporting each other's purposes, but not standing in their way. Not quite.