Title: Gods Among Us
Ship: AkaKuro
Plot: Some say that humans only use 10 percent of the mind's capabilities. Kuroko Tetsuna meets Akashi Seijuuro, a boy who uses 90 percent of it. [fem!Kuroko x Akashi]
A/N: EclipseKuran, I've finally made it! It's not a one-shot, but of course, that does not matter, an AkaKuro should be made in chapters!
Everyone Else: So yeah, people, I got inspired by the movies "Lucy" and "Wanted". Probably The Matrix as well…anyway, I hope you like the plot, and the love story along with it!
Douzo!
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What was Kuroko Tetsuna's reaction when she had first met him? She was obviously horrified and…for the lack of a better word…mystified.
Then again, not every girl gets to see a handsome boy blast a six-foot-tall assaulter into pieces without the need of a direct physical contact.
Kuroko had first met him two weeks ago, after school, at an alley beside the new karaoke house she and her friends had hung out. She was not a party girl, unfortunately: just after two songs she had decided to abandon her friends and walk home.
And just as she had walked out of the establishment did a man grabbed her and dragged her into that dark alley.
Kuroko tried to pull away and fight the man, but the bastard just would not let go. She even tried to bite the hand that held her, but she only got a hard slap on the face as a result. She tried to scream for help, but he had shut her mouth quickly as he held a knife against her neck.
"Chill, sweetie, this won't take long…" he whispered against her ear. She could hear him chuckle with glee, she could smell his foul breath, feel the hard bulge of his desire against her thighs.
Kuroko tried to fight the tears dripping from her sky blue eyes. She had no idea what this man was planning to do to her. But she wanted to fight him, she wanted to survive. At that moment, however, she could not do anything but shiver in fear as the man began to drag the knife along her skin.
If only there would be someone who could help her.
And that's when a savior came.
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It was hard to compare him to anyone, or anything for that matter. Was he some sort of guardian angel? But the way Kuroko saw it, her savior was more like a demon in disguise: with a graceful swipe of his hand, he sent the rapist flying away, slamming him against a wall. Kuroko slumped onto the ground, her face an utter picture of shock and horror, as she glanced at the young man who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. His red hair and eyes reminded her of roses and blood. He was like a Grim Reaper as depicted by an artist, the beautiful living portrayal of death.
With another movement of his hand, the red-haired stranger sent the assailant crumpling to the ground. The man screamed in utter agony. Kuroko looked at him, unable to understand the pain that he felt. She was unable to understand what was happening before her.
Her eyes drifted back to the young man, and saw the hatred and disgust in his bloodred orbs. He clenched his fist, making the man scream out louder, and Kuroko could hear the sound of bones breaking into many tiny pieces.
And when the red-haired boy opened his hand, the man's body blasted into bits of flesh and blood, spattering all over the walls, some of it splattered on Kuroko herself.
When Kuroko had realized what had happened, it was her turn to scream.
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There was little Kuroko could remember after that incident. When people found her, she was all alone, sitting on the ground. She was staring blankly at the wall before her, dried blood painted all over it, some of it even stained her beautiful face and school uniform. She was immediately brought to the hospital, and although she was well and unharmed, she could not speak for days.
And then she saw him again.
Kuroko knew that it was more than by chance, or a twist of fate, that she saw the red-haired boy once again. At that time she was strolling at the hospital garden, now slowly recovering from the trauma she had after the attempted rape and the gruesome murder. She just took a momentary, unintentional glance at the doctor's office when she saw him. The boy was talking to the doctor, a psychiatrist – what was his name again? Midorima Shintaro – and Kuroko was frozen by fear, all of a sudden. Then the fear was followed by curiosity. Who was this monster, and why did he save her?
It was then that she had decided to confront him.
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For a man who has the power to bend the world according to his will, Akashi Seijuuro has many psychological issues. One of them was saving random damsels from being raped and murdered by psychopaths.
Well, it was not a dream of his to become a superhero or a knight in shining armor. But there had been circumstances which caused him to save a highschool girl one dark and gloomy night.
One of those circumstances was her voice screaming inside his head.
Akashi had no idea how it happened. He was simply taking a leisurely walk that evening, when he heard her voice in his mind. He was certain that no one should be able to enter his mind; he has built a psychological shield all over himself so that no…shall we say, superhuman like him could read his thoughts or worse, control his mind. But she managed to get inside his head, and Akashi could hear her scream for help.
He searched for the source of her voice, and he saw her.
And as if by reflex, Akashi killed the rapist and saved her life.
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Akashi had no idea what on earth was wrong with him. He killed a man to save a girl – not just any girl, but someone who has the same potential as him.
That moment, he should have killed her as well, seeing her as a threat to him. Akashi has already met a lot of psychics like him, and many of them wanted him dead. The girl hardly knew what she can do; with the look of surprise she gave him, Akashi understood that the girl had no idea what she was capable of. It was the right chance for him to crush her as well; or, if he was a bit more merciful, he could have just shut her mind down, so that she could die without feeling anything at all. Akashi could have used any of the million and one ways to silence the innocent girl forever.
But staring into those sky blue eyes, all Akashi could do was run away.
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"I don't understand this," Akashi, for the first time in his life, looked so helpless before his confidant, the psychiatrist Midorima Shintaro. "I don't know what is wrong with me."
Midorima could only look at the red-haired boy as Akashi went on rambling about his mistake: letting a potential psychic, someone who will probably be more powerful than him, live. To be honest, Midorima did not find Akashi's action wrong; if anything, the doctor found it very human, and he liked it. After all, keeping Akashi human was his job.
"Have you seen her after that?" Midorima asked. He was tapping his fountain pen against a pad paper as if waiting to jot down notes.
Akashi shook his head in response, and the doctor frowned.
"No," Akashi said remorsefully. "Unfortunately not."
Midorima let out a disappointed sigh. "You should have tried to find out who the girl is, at least."
"Why haven't I thought about that?" Akashi replied sarcastically.
"That's right. Why haven't you done so, Akashi? Were you that afraid?" Midorima asked. He knew provoking his patient's anger was way more than risky – it was downright deadly, to say the least – but there was no other way to ease the red-haired boy's agitation other than by letting it all out.
"I'm not afraid…" Akashi narrowed his eyes at the doctor, disliking the question thrown at him. Midorima began to feel the piercing pain in his head, like a long, sharp ice pick slowly drilling through his skull. To think that his patient could hurt him like this, even if he himself was a psychic, and a pretty adept one at that – Midorima could not help but be amazed at the redhead's power.
"Really now, Akashi. Stop denying," Midorima tried to strengthen the barriers within his mind as to keep the other boy from doing any more psychological damage.
"I'm not afraid of anything!" Akashi shouted. His barely controlled anger shattered the glass filled with water on Midorima's desk. There was also a slight crack on the doctor's eyeglasses after the sudden outburst.
"Very well," Midorima went on jotting down notes, ignoring the water spilled on his desk. "I see you've cooled down. Now, tell me more about this young lady you met."
Akashi heaved an exhausted sigh. "I can't do this anymore."
"Yes, you can," Midorima encouraged him. "Now, about this girl – "
The doctor did not get to finish his sentence, for his patient has already sped out of his office.
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Akashi walked out of the office and down the hallway in a quick stride. His mind was running with more than a million thoughts, all at once; when you are capable of using ninety-percent of your mind, you can do many things. Thanks to the maximized usage of his mind, he can think deeply and carefully make his way through the crowd; avoiding nurses and patients coming his way.
There was someone whom he could not avoid that moment, however.
What is he doing here? A soft female voice echoed in his mind. It was a very familiar voice, although he had only heard it yesterday.
Akashi froze, his eyes darting around him. He searched for the source of the voice. His heart was being torn by two emotions: fear and curiosity. Who was this girl, and what makes her overcome the barriers in his mind?
"Excuse me."
Akashi abruptly turned around, his face a picture of sheer surprise. She could enter his mind, and yet he barely felt her presence behind him.
She was way more powerful than him, and she had no idea.
"You," the girl spoke in between breaths, as she must have ran all the way to get to him. "You're the one who saved my life, am I right?"
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THERE YOU GO!
EclipseKuran, this is for you, for supporting my KnB fanfics and chatting with me through PM, even if we often take days before answering each other's messages.
This is for everyone, as well. Reviews are very much appreciated.