I was catching up on my Kuroshitsuji when this came into my head, and I just had to write it... Had to.
Hope you enjoy.
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His breaths came out in desperate gasps as he felt his body get colder and colder. The alley way was dark, it reeked of rotting waste. The pungent water made him want to puke, he did. He turned his head away and stared up into the dark night sky, a tear sliding down from his left eye. What had he done to deserve this? He wondered...
An hour ago he had been on his way home when he was jumped by a group of basketball players that he had encountered before. They remembered him, Teikou had just played them two days ago, before his resignation. They had wanted revenge and decided to take it out on him physically, torturing him endlessly with their brutal attacks that left him unable to move his body. His legs were probably broken, a few ribs as well. He was lucky to be alive but why did it feel so... Worthless?
He heard a dark chuckle emit as a dark figure approached him, "What a pitiful sight..." The voice said. "Humans are such selfish creatures. Oh," the voice mused as his blue eyes stared into the gleaming blood red eyes that seemed to glow amoung the shadows. They were haunting as they scanned his body. "You're still alive."
It took all his strength to speak barely a whisper, "Revenge," came the raspy reply from the injured boy.
The figure paused before bending down, and lifting the boy up to meet his gaze. "What did you say?" Asked the dark figure.
Kuroko winced as a black smokey hand grabbed his throat, he cried out in pain as the figure lifted him into his arm, his broken bones dangling as more tears streamed down his eyes. He took a moment to gather himself before speaking, "I want them to repent for what happened to me," he whispered. His eyes hardening as he found his voice. "They need to be destroyed."
The figure remained silent, "What is your name, human?"
His blue eyes widened slightly but his emotionless face still remained. "Kuroko... Kuroko Tetsuya." He said weakly.
A clawed hand reached out and clasped his forehead, Kuroko hissed in pain as he felt all his memories flash through his eyes. He was dizzy, spinning around as he re-lived through every experience. Even the most painful one.
'I don't know how to catch your passes anymore...' A tear dripped down painfully as he winced from the pain that shot through his entire body. It hurt so much.
A long tongue slipped out of the figures mouth as it licked its mouth, a sinister smile formed. "How would you like your wish to come true?" The figure said, it's smoky black body curling around the bluenette. "To have your revenge on the Generation of Miracles."
In the past, a part of him would never turn to the path of vengeance but that part of him no longer existed. He didn't care about life anymore, he saw no purpose in living it. But now he did. "Yes," replied Kuroko, weakly. "I would give anything to have that."
Red eyes glinted with interest. "Anything?"
"Anything..."
"Even your soul?" Asked the figure, a smirk on the lips widening.
"Anything." Kuroko bluntly stated as he felt himself being lowered to the ground, his broken back propped up against the cold brick wall.
He watched, fascinated as the smoky black cloud formed the outline of a human. He watched as the outline got stronger and soon a teen stood in front of him, fiery blood red eyes, tan kissed skin and two tone hair that was also red. The teen wore a black t-shirt and a pair of faded jeans, a silver chain with a single ring hanging. He wore a wild red smirk. "Then allow me to present to you my services as a demon," the red haired teen held out his hand to Kuroko. The blue haired teen reached out, the demon grabbed his wrist.
As their skins touched, Kuroko's eyes widened, he cried out and hissed as he tried to pull away but the demon held firmly onto his hand. Tears streamed down from his face, a burning sensation spiking through him as he saw the demon's palm glow. His wrist, it felt like his entire arm was on fire. He shut his teal blue eyes tight as he winced from the sensation, he could feel his flesh melting away from the fire within the demon's palm. The demon smirked before he pulled his hand away, Kuroko's wrist began to cool slightly as he stared at the crest imprinted on his skin. It looked like a tattoo, the marking of a magic circle as a pentagon decorated the middle, words of an ancient language inscribed in the rim. "You have three desires from what I see," the demon told him. "So what would you like to achieve from my services in exchange for your soul?" He asked, smirking.
Kuroko took a deep breath and thought carefully before replying hesitantly, did he really want to give up his soul for this? An image of Ogiwara's face flashed through his mind. His heart ached painfully... He had made his decision. "First, I want you to help me destroy the Generation if Miracles, to crush their prides like they did to all the other basketball players, to Ogiwara, and to me." He said. "Secondly, I want you to help me find Ogiwara again..." The demon's smirk widened, it sounded like a rather easy task to complete first. "But only after we destroy the Generation of Miracles. And for my final request..." He took a deep breath before meeting the demon's red eyes. "I want your utmost loyalty to me, no matter what happens." The demon's eyes glinted with interest. "You will stay by my side, if I ever call you, you will come and if I am ever in danger, you will be my saviour. You will always stand by my side until two missions are completed."
The demon chuckled before smiling, "Then we have an agreement," the insignia on Kuroko's wrist glowed a bright red shade. "You wish to destroy the Generation of Miracles, then allow me to be your light."
For once that night, Kuroko smiled. "So what's your name?" Asked Kuroko.
"That is for you to decide," the demon replied.
Kuroko thought about it. The man before him looked strong, fierce... Wild, like a tiger. "Taiga," he said. "I call you Kagami Taiga."
"As you wish."
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