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-Blackmail-
A Kuroko No Basket Fan fiction
Written by anniee-chan

A new start, A new beginning,
But it means more pain for two messed up souls.

-Chapter One-

The feared red haired leader carelessly tossed his black scissors backwards, as it landed in the round, metal pencil case tin with precise accuracy and a dull thud. In his hands were two shoji pieces, as his long, slender fingers twirled them around in the palm of his hands. Both pieces, while appearing to have a glossy surface, had countless scratches that marred the near-pristine condition that otherwise would have left the two pieces to appear flawless and well-kept. Akashi smiled, before letting one piece slip through the gaps of his fingers and land on the wooden floorboard with a satisfying sound. He then lifted the remaining shogi piece and examined it, turning it around so he could see it from all angles. A small laugh escaped him before he suddenly smashed the piece with his scissors, leaving it cracked in half, forever broken.

The silent drips of salty tears came falling down Kuroko's cheeks. She tucked a few stray strands of silky blue hair behind her ears, before forcing herself to quit sobbing. She had cried again, and she swore not to. How long has it been? She must forget the incident, as the forceful booms of fireworks echoed throughout the night of the new year. There were joyous screams and shouts of young children as they chased each other, chanting and running on the floor below. Kuroko looked through the window from her room, her breath fogging up the view, making the happy scene below blurred out, and far away. She turned so that her back was facing the cold glass window, as the shadows of the trees casted a sinister look to her plain bedroom. The electricity was out, and only the pale moonlight was allowed into the darkness of her room A fierce, howling wind blew outside, as the black shadows of the trees swayed and moved around. She was alone this New Year's day, but it wasn't always like this. Before, she had her parents… but there was no use thinking of her parents now. It was just her.

There was only herself.

Teiko Junior High's first day started with a huge uproar. In hours, swarms of reporters came and tried to get into the school. Some waited patiently at the main gate, while others were sneaking in through alternate entrances, however, none were let in due to the security that was doubled at this moment.

There were murmurs in the school with every student and teachers face looking anxious and frightened. A male student had attempted to assault his ex-girlfriend who had tried to break up with him. There weren't any students around when the incident had happened, but he had somehow sneaked a butchers knife into the school premises, and, quoted from someone who had witnessed the event 'had a mad glint in his eye as he charged like an insane person to chop her.' The girl, who was somewhat-proficient at self-defence after attending classes hastily dodged the attack, with the shiny silver knife deeply stuck in the tall grass after it was thrown at her. The male student then pulled out a handknife from his pocket, and swung wildly everywhere.

"That was when the first witness brought a teacher here, they were both shaking, and the shouts had gathered attention." Principal Nomura explained, wiping his sweat off with a white handkerchief. The police officer merely nodded as he lazily scrawled down notes.

"It was during class time, so that's why there were no witnesses when the male student first began his attack, correct?" The forty year old police officer asked, as he changed his seating position so that his right leg crossed over his left.

"Y-Yes." Principal Nomura replied. "Please do not disclose this information to the public. It will definitely make them think otherwise of Teiko's proud reputation."

The man nodded, closing his notebook. "We will take the offender with us, if you may. The police will try our best about not leaking the information, but as you have realised there are reporters swarming everywhere around the school."

Principal Nomura swallowed as he paced back and forth around the room. The Winter Cup for basketball was coming up soon, and the captain of the so called 'Generation of Miracles', Akashi Seijuro's father was playing a generous sum of money to the school for promotion of the basketball team and to make sure that when Teiko would win, everyone would know about it. Now that this incident happened and the schools reputation was at risk, would the sponsorship money be taken away?

"Thanks for your co-operation." The police officer said, as he stood up and put his cap on, while shaking hands firmly with the principal before leaving. The principal sighed before taking a gulp of his tea that was supposed to calm himself down. He looked down from his second-floor office and had a clear view of where the police were taking the male student away after questioning him, no doubt, and a shaky girl that Principal Nomura presumed was the offenders ex-girlfriend. The students had disgusted looks on their faces, and backed away in fear when the male student was taken away.

Yet, he did not notice a certain teenager with heterochromic eyes of red and gold watch the whole situation unfold as if it was something that happened every day, or a blue haired student who carefully observed the situation and blended in effortlessly with the masses.

The Winter Cup would be no problem for the Teiko basketball team, Akashi thought to himself as he sat down with the rest of the Generation of Miracles to eat lunch. With his pair of scissors at his left side while trying to block out the unnecessary comments made by his teammates, Akashi studied the recent happenings at school on his laptop. Information is knowledge, and knowledge is power. Although the official school blog would obviously not post anything that would show Teiko in a negative light, the students blogs were quite different, although boring to look at. Nevertheless, occasionally something mildly interesting would pop up and catch his attention, although that was very rare.

"Akashicchi, what are you looking at?" Kise asked, while reading a magazine which had his photo on the front cover.

"It does not involve you, Ryouta." The red-head replied simply.

The blond model merely flipped to the next page, not at all bothered by the captains cold reply. Everyone was used to it by now, whether it was orders that requested absolute obedience, or harsh punishments that would definitely be served to the person who disobeyed with no exceptions, the Generation of Miracles still treated Akashi rather carefree, whilst always remembering what he was capable of.

The captain scrolled down on the blogs, when a black and white plain styled blog caught his attention. It was in the 'Teiko Junior School' club, but instead of the student name, it just said 'PREDICTOR.' Intrigued, he found there were no posts, instead, there was a button with no instructions whatsoever. He clicked it, and a pop-up came.

Today, the red string of fate for you will be shown. But will you cut it, or accept who it leads you to?

Akashi looked away from the screen, disappointed, and shut his laptop. It was all worthless, anyways. He suddenly felt a cold prick on his neck, as if someone was watching them. His left hand instinctively tightened its grip on his scissors, as he darted his eyes towards the steps as to where they were eating. There was no one watching them, there was no one even there near them. It was a good spot to hide when they were eating to avoid certain people who would disrupt their peace, so he doubted there really was someone here.

Aomine yawned and stretched, his hand hitting Kise's head and earning him a glare.

"We should go to classes now." Midorima announced, swinging his lucky item which was on his index finger. It was a keychain with two broken hearts.

Everyone started to leave, with Aomine and Kise quarrelling playfully. Akashi did not move, he still had an uneasy feeling which wouldn't leave him.

Usually my feelings are correct. Stay composed. What are the likely reasons of this uncomfortable feeling?

The shogi genius quickly analysed some possible occurrences to make himself feel this way, from most likely to least likely. To his frustration, none of them would quite work out at a school setting like this.

Could it be because of the student incident which happened earlier that is affecting my mood? Now that word might get out because of the reporters, which will surely damage Teiko's reputation, would father still sponsor this school? Is that the reason why I'm feeling unsettled?

Akashi narrowed his eyes, not entirely convinced by his implausible statement with himself. No, there must be something that he was missing.

There was a sound from the nearby bushes and he immediately went into his most cautious mode.

I knew it. There was someone here.

With a few quick strides and his deadly scissors in his hand, Akashi forcefully pushed the thorny bushes to one side. It was less than a second of exposure to the new environment behind the bushes before Akashi pinned the person against a brick wall with his scissors to her neck at a lethal position.

The girl had straight blue hair with wide eyes. Her bento was on the floor with her scattered books. The most viable theory would obviously be that she was trying to leave for class when she dropped her books that caused the sound.

Akashi stared into her eyes with a cold glance, but she returned it without flinching. Without loosening his grip on his scissors, Akashi started questioning the girl.

"What is your name, and why were you here where we were sitting?" Akashi demanded, an overwhelming sense of authority evident in his voice.

The girl tried to shrink further into the wall, it was uncomfortable being this close to someone she didn't know. The gap was small enough for her to eat, but with two people here it meant they were very close together. The male's red and golden eyes bore into her sole, as if they were reading her.

"My name is Kuroko Tesune. I was sitting here by coincidence, when I realised you and your friends were sitting there. I didn't want to interrupt your conversation, so I stayed until I thought you had all left."

Akashi pressed his scissors so that the tip was touching her skin. The coldness of the metal sent shivers down Kurokos spine, just like his intimidating aura.

Akashi leaned closer against Kuroko, their breaths lightly reaching each other's face and mixing.

"What do you want?" The red-haired asked, or more specifically, ordered her to answer.

Kuroko's eyes seemed to dim a little. She had never been this close to a male before, and he was holding a pair of scissors aimed at her neck. Although she was trying to remain calm on the outside, but on the inside her brain was screaming 'Danger! Danger!' all over. Fear started taking control of her, and she felt like she was on the verge of slipping into another flashback as the edges of her vision started becoming blurred with black.

Control.

The black dots were invading her vision and she felt weak and dizzy.

No. Not again. Breathe.

In.
Out.
In.
Out.

It was close, very close. As the black started fading away and her vision was becoming normal again, her sense returned and the numbness disappeared. However, the male was still there, his eyes cold, merciless, like a predator who had found a prey.

Kuroko shakily observed the male. Observing was something that she did often. It required at times, no speech or social interaction, just a pair of eyes which could correctly analyse the truth behind many things. But what interested her now by looking at the male, was still his eyes, one a fiery red and the other a brilliant shade of gold. If she needed to get away, the time had to be now. After all, the panic attack could come back any time – and she wasn't sure if she could stop it this time.

She took a shaky breath before quickly slamming Akashi's hand which was holding the scissors out of her way, twisting his arm and attempting to lock him with the weapon pointing away from her, and his back against the wall. However, as soon as her pale fingers came in contact with Akashi's hands, he digged the scissors into her neck just slightly.

"I punish those who disobey me." Akashi whispered, enjoying the steady trickle of blood coming from the wound.

It hurted but Kuroko was determined not to show it. Especially after she swore never to cry again. It was strange, usually she would have definitely freaked out by now, due to the distance between the two, or she expected another panic attack to come, since they were literally pressed together, with Kuroko having nowhere to go as behind her was a solid brick wall. Why was she behaving normally? What was different about this encounter that made her remain able to think, able to stand?

A strand of Kuroko's blue hair near the blood started soaking it up, causing that strand to become stained with red.

"I'll ask you again. What do you want?" Akashi demanded, both his eyes glinting dangerously while applying more pressure on the weapon.

Another jolt of pain. His body that was pushing hers against the wall even tighter than before made it almost impossible for her to try and move. How did he see through her plan?

"I-I told you. I just found this area and wanted to sit here."

Lies. Akashi thought. Why would a girl just happen to sit where the Generation of Miracles sat? And if she happened to hear what he revealed to his team about future training sessions… His mind started singling out the chances of what this girl could be. He had to know her true intention.

The red-head looked down slightly at the girl, not releasing the scissors. Kuroko's strand of hair that was soaking up her blood started dripping it onto her uniform. It was suffocating. The space, the atmosphere, this person. She was thankful the flashback didn't come and she was thinking normally, but she needed to get out of here.

"Leave me alone, Akashi Seijuuro."

She felt his muscles tense against her body. Was this not expected? The scissors pierced deeper through her skin and she winced.

Akashi's whole body started to stiffen but his face showed no betrayal of emotions. Those three words… he had said countless times before when he was younger. When he was weak. The shouts and screams from the past… No. He would not revisit to when he was younger. But this girl obviously knew his name, when he thought that she was the anti-social type. It was surprising… not to mention the way her eyes darkened considerably when she said it…

The past is the past. Drop it. It's useless.

Akashi lifted the arm which was leaning on the wall that was blocking the exit to re-organise his state of mind when Kuroko saw her chance and ran. The scissors, not being pulled out, left a deep red gash on her porcelain-doll like skin. She ran out of the bushes and took a sharp turn, its thorns piercing her skin. Akashi remained still.

Interesting.

There was a strand of blue hair wrapped around the dripping red blood on his scissors.

A/N: Its been soo long since I wrote a fanfic ^^ Last time I wrote one was when I was 12 o.o Seems like aaages ago. I included many events which foreshadow the contents about upcoming chapters, I'm curious to think what you guys would interpret it as. Even details that only appear for a sentence can mean something! I know this chapter may seem confusing, but its really a mashup from two different point of views, I guess. Apart from my life on fan fiction, I got a bloody nose playing soccer today, yay?

And… you know, reviews always make me update faster, just saying. *wink wink* I really do appreciate the time you guys spend typing up a few words, I welcome constructive criticism and tell me what you think about this chapter! :)
-Anniee-chan :D