Disclaimer: The Kuroko no Basket manga is the property of its creator, Tadatoshi Fujimaki. The other Kuroko no Basket media is property of their authorised owners. These stories are created by the author. All original settings, characters, etc., remain the property of the author.
Author's Note: Here comes another AkaKuro week and another one of my hurried stories. I am excited about this week (mostly about how I will manage to finish a chapter everyday,) so I hope you'll like the story.
The Heroic Deeds of Vanilla Milkshake
A Kuroko no Basket fanfiction
by Galliechan
© Copyright 2018
We're just Getting Started
The villain of the day was shouting nonsense while brandishing his machine gun around when Akashi entered the bank. There were bullet marks on the walls, the glass panels were broken and a queue separator was still smoking at a corner. Midorima had crouched next to it, tinkering with his weapon.
He stiffened when Akashi came closer but continued screwing his long-range sensor off with a white-knuckled fist. Without raising his head, he said "Why are you here?"
"We have the situation under control-ssu!" Kise shouted from the other side.
Akashi glanced at the customers and employees clustered next to the wall, screaming every time the villain's gun came close to them. Then, he looked outside where the police cars were blocking the road and officers waited at a safe distance. At last, he stared at the scattered bunch of heroes glaring at everywhere except him.
"We're just getting started!"
"No need for Aka-chin."
"Akashi-kun, all data show we can -"
"Get away from us, nanodayo."
"Quiet!" the kidnapper yelled and shot a few rounds to the ceiling. People shrieked when plaster rained on them. The guy pointed his machine gun at Akashi with a smirk. "Another hero? You can do what others can't?"
Akashi walked towards him.
He looked into the kidnapper's eyes and imagined his power twining around the man like an ivy.
He jerked back when Midorima's bullet flew between them. With wide eyes, he looked at its smoking remains on the wall and then to its owner.
"Don't use it around us," he hissed behind his sniper.
"Use your freaky power on me and I will kill one of -"
Akashi twisted around to face the man and in a clear voice, said "Kneel."
His knees hit the ground with a crack. His shocked look melted into the dazed one Akashi knew too well. With a thought, his limp fingers released the machine gun.
In the silence, one hero whimpered. Another cursed. Akashi stopped himself from looking at them - he didn't need to know how pale they would be this time. When he glanced at the hostages, they fell on each other to get away from him.
And, that was fine.
They were alive.
He squared his shoulders and walked towards the main door. An absent thought for the closest police officer unlocked and opened it for him.
He walked amongst silent officers, some jumping out of his way not to touch him while others covering eyes with their hands. At the furthest car from the bank was the police chef, whose eyes widened when Akashi's found his. Akashi gave a quick nod without slowing down his pace.
Behind him, the sirens weren't loud enough to cover up their panicked shouts of 'are his eyes glazed?', 'he said nothing, is eye contact enough?' and 'sir, can you hear me?'
He hadn't needed eye contact to use his power for years, nor did he require to voice all his orders. The others didn't know it though.
It has been years since he talked to them. As his power grew stronger, people perceived his every word as orders or suggestions. So, Akashi opened his mouth only for them.
Sometimes he wondered if it wasn't his power's the true backlash.
Still, Akashi gave a small smile, he got to save people today.
Focusing on this tiny warm spot in his chest instead of the hard, cold lump in his stomach all his peer's reactions brought on, he entered a cafe.
He looked into the blue-haired barista's eyes and said, "a tall black coffee." Since this was a private reward for his heroic deed, he put the money on the counter and added, "bring it to my table."
At his seat, he checked his mobile - nothing unusual - and his pager - they wouldn't call him unless there was no other choice. With quite a distance between himself and all the people averting his eyes, in this calm cafe, Akashi closed his eyes and let the tension leave his limbs with a shudder.
He opened his eyes when the barista put his drink on the table.
It was a milkshake.