Red

by SimonBlackquillEatsASandwich

He could smell it and taste it and feel it and hear it and it was there, always there. The Red was enough to leave him weak at the knees, incoherent nonsense spilling out of his mouth that had sounded like a declaration of love in his head. It was enough to be his everything, leave him empty for however long it would be gone.

AN: The prompt, red, came from the AoKaga Month Blog on Tumblr, so check them out, they're pretty cool! :) Uh, I don't think it's the right day, technically tomorrow is, but close enough. Thanks for reading!

Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroko no Basuke.

"Stay," Aomine murmured into the shoulder before him, wrapping his arms around the waist. His brain didn't register that he was whining, something his old self likely would've punched him in the face for.

"I want to, you know that," came the response, and yet Aomine did not, in fact, know that. Something about that voice though, something about it that he shouldn't have been able to pick up on, told him that he was being told the truth. "Have to work, unfortunately. Don't wake up."

There was no kiss goodbye. Despite this, Aomine found himself smiling at the retreating form, desperately trying to ignore how hollow he felt when the man hadn't even left the room yet.

The unknown tone in his voice could decidedly be called Red, just how the man had always been described to him. Red, all red.

There was a mirror in the room, but Aomine did not look at it, and so he did not see the Blue that otherwise would have stared him in the face. For this he was glad. In his world there was room for only two things, the constant darkness, and the Red that he'd never laid eyes on but had still come to love.

-(00)-

"I think it's time we went our separate ways, Daiki."

Aomine did not understand. He couldn't imagine parting with the only color in his life. Every path imaginable had the Red lighting the way. There was no way to live without the Red, all he could do was continue to be alive. Did the Red not feel the same about him?

He was too wrapped up in trying to think of how to get the Red to stay to hear the door close softly as the Red left the room for the last time.

Aomine missed the Red, yearned for it, cursed how dependent he had become on it. It was still there in everything he felt, tasted, heard, smelled. It was everywhere, all around him, but not with him.

He withered away in that room, unable to see it happening despite the mirror right in front of him, and without the Red there to guide him, it was a very colorless life indeed.