"Kuroko?" Haizaki was wide-eyed when he saw the bluenette down the cold asphalt road, the boy's complexion seemed paler than usual, his fingers and lips almost blue. It was raining and the temperature is dead cold at night especially now during autumn is entering winter. Upon closer inspection the bluenette was unconcious. Then he noticed another detail, the boy's clothing was torn and ripped apart, several bruise marks appeared on the pale skin, the wrist posses a line of red encircling at as if someone had gripped onto him harsh and he resisted. Small purple colour marks too appeared around the collarbones and neck. A suspicion crept into his mind.
Looking down below to Kuroko's other half body parts strengthen the suspicion, pants pulled down, legs spreading apart and traces of semen plus blood. Kuroko was raped. Haizaki crouched next to the almost lifeless figure. Touching the bluenette's hand it was almost frozen. It's already 3 in the morning, so how long has the shadow been here on this lonely alleyway? Why is Kuroko here anyway? Does the phantom not know the dangers of such secluded places? Haizaki touched the now blue lips, there was a few cuts on the bottom and upper lips, the cheeks was swollen, truly looks like a beaten up angel.
He knew that if he left the bluenette there, by the next morning the only thing left would be the body, no more life. "Mendokusai." He carried Kuroko on his back as he continued trudging on his way home with normal pace which grew to a long stride and without noticing he was jogging fast towards his apartment. The lift seems to be moving so slowly, all he can do in that god-damn-thing is fidget and make sure the teal-haired teen won't fall.
Kicking the door open he went straight to the bathrom and lay down the bluenette in a bathtub, turning the tap of both hot and cold though more hot than cold. The bluenette was throught out unclothed, having modesty in his mind he kept his eyes above the chest, focusing on the face. If could though he would avoid even looking at the shadow, he just look broken. Even for people he had beaten up before, they had never looked like this, broken. They would just look severely beaten up but never broken.
After he had made sure that the bluenette's body was no longer suffering in cold, he carried the bluenette to his bedroom, properly covering the bluenette from the waist down with a towel. Putting the broken-like boy on his bed carefully. What should he do now? Tend the wounds and bruises? Haizaki ruffled his messy grey hair in frustration. He has no first-aid kit in his place, he will have to run out to buy. Another glance and the bad condition of Kuroko he decided he would go and buy the necessary supplies.
It was tiresome and he wasted a lot of his money but it should at least help the cute boy a little.
Patiently he took care of the bluenette the night, cleaning all the wounds, treating the wounds and bandaging them. And finally falling asleep, sitting on the floor, his head layed near Kuroko's arm, his hand unconciously holding Kuroko's.
"N-no…s-stop! P-lease…stop it!" Kuroko thrashed. No why are they doing this to him? Someone, anyone please help. He can't take this anime, it feels disgusting and horrible and ultimately painful when the rapists penetrated him, not to mention that they all took turns on him until all of them were satisfied. It hurts so much, more pain inside then out. Then Kuroko noticed something, his wounds and bruises doesn't throbbed painfully anymore.
He opened his eyes. Where is he? Kuroko felt a hand holding his own? Could it perhaps belong to the one that treated him…slowly he turned his neck and his eyes rested on a familiar face. "Haizaki-kun?"
Once Kuroko spoke his name, Haizaki roused from his slumber and opened his eyes, meeting blue ones. "Ah!" The silver-haired jumped backwards. "Eh, um, you're awake. Are you all right now?" He went back closer to the boy who only kept quiet and stared at him with disbelief. "What? So yeah, I saved you. What's the big deal, don't stare at me like I've turned into a handsome mutant or something would you?"
"Haizaki-kun, what happened to your hair." And here the saviour think what the hell was on the bluenette's mind.
"I dyed back to original, why?" Haizaki grunted a bit at the question.
Kuroko smiled a little, even with his face beaten up he still manage to look adorable. "Nothing, it's just I like your better before you had it braided and dyed black. You look handsome." Unaware of his own reaction, the almost a Miracle player visibly blush.
Prologue end. I wonder why my prologue's are always so short?
Anyway stay tuned, okay? Updates gonna be slow since the writer is attending a boarding school and is facing examination right now.