AN: Well, I should probably be updating my story instead of writing a one shot, and yet here we are.. I'll be updating And Who Are You Exactly in three days, though, so don't worry. Anyways, this turned out sadder than I originally intended, so be warned. Anyways, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroko no Basuke.
There was a calendar in the corner of the white room, and it laughed at me as it had every day for the past few months. I didn't care, I had stopped caring a while ago. That day was different though, that day the calendar screeched that it was August 30, that the day had almost come. The clock joined in as it struck 11 PM, even harsher in reminding that I only had an hour left.
I trembled in my chair, tears that I thought were long gone coming back to play. I reached my hand out towards the bed, hoping for some sort of miracle but knowing I wouldn't come. The only sound was a dull beep, and I had almost forgotten what it signified.
Slapping myself internally, I tried to stop crying and stay stoic, but there was only one person around to see it and he hadn't seen anything in a long time.
And so for a while, that's how it was. Choked cries and the same monotonous beeping filled the room as I tried to think of something to say to him. The thought that there would be no response, that there hadn't been a response in 4 months, 12 days, 10 hours, and 16 minutes forced my throat closed, though.
My eyes fluttered toward the bed, knowing that if I couldn't bring myself to speak to him that I should at least look at him. His navy hair was completely tangled, and even under a blanket it was visible that he had lost a lot of weight. His hand, which was above the blanket, was ashy and bony instead of its usual tan. He wasn't the person from any of my memories. He wasn't the person who was always joking around, often annoyingly so. He wasn't the person who would hug me and calm me down when things were going every way but the right way.
Still cracking up, the clock proudly displayed the time. It was 11:55 PM. The last five minutes were the fastest of my life, each second seeming to quarter itself in length. 11:56, it taunted. 57, 58, 59, one last chime. After months of hanging over my head, August 31 had finally come.
A doctor I knew but couldn't remember the name of walked into the room, giving me a look of pity that I didn't want.
"I'm sorry, Kagami-san. It's time." I tried to nod, but it probably looked more like a seizure as I was still shaking, unable to stop even if I wanted to. He pressed a button on some machine, taking away life support, taking away the very thing keeping Aomine alive. The beeping became more erratic.
"H-happy birthday, Daiki," I whispered, and the beeping finally stopped.