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Chapter 1

"Are you sure this is a good idea, Tatsuya?" A crimson haired teen whispered to his friend, his split eyebrows scrunched together, his crimson eyes scanning their surroundings.

The two boys were crouching behind a truck, deeply rooted in a long-forgotten parking lot.

The sky above their heads was quickly losing its vibrant colours as the night was lazily draping its cloak over the horizon. Soon everything will be engulfed with darkness.

"Taiga, we talked about this already. There's no way it was Alex, the cops know nothing." He poked his head and glanced behind the vehicle, then continued. "You noticed how weird Alex was acting just before she disappeared, right? Well," he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "I had tailed her for a few nights after our basketball practices, but I always lost track of her somewhere around this parking lot. A van always pulled over to pick her up. My guess is that she was snooping around. And for quite a while, too... Wait, you hear that?" Again, a low rumble echoed in the parking lot. The two jolted and peeked from behind the truck.

An acrid smell of chokingly sweet meat burning wafted through the air, stuffing their nostrils and throats with the sickening taste, pushing the two close to gagging. They instinctively pinched their noses and glanced at each other.

"What a stench!" The red head grimaced. "And what's that sound about, anyway?"

The raven shrugged, then a mischievous glint appeared in his eyes. "There's only one way to find out! Come on, Taiga!" He nudged his friend and they quietly darted across the abandoned parking lot, zigzagging from one motionless car to another.

As they approached the supposedly abandoned building at the end of the car park, they could pick up signs of life - trampled grass, skilfully cleared out driveway, even shuffling of feet and hushed voices could be heard coming from the inside of the house.

The two boys slipped into the building's shadow, concealing their presences. They hugged the wall and headed to, they guessed, the entrance of the building.

Himuro stopped abruptly, earning a confused look from his friend.

"Look, there's somebody there." He pointed at a darker shadow standing a few hundred feet away from them.

"Then... What now?" The younger asked, examining the still figure in the distance. "Wait until he goes away?"

"No, he's probably a guard or something." Another similar figure approached the shadow and they started to animatedly argue about something. "Hurry, while he's distracted..." As the raven glimpsed at his friend, all colour drained from his face, eyes as wide as saucers.

"Tatsuya..." Kagami wheezed, eyes shrouded with pain, blood streaming down his forehead. His legs were shaking, until finally giving out and his body slumped to the ground, just to be stepped over by a tall man with a rifle aimed at the boy rooted before him.

"Good evening, little rat." He greeted, a wicked grin forming on his face.

Himuro clenched his fists, knowing full well he had no chance against his opponent, cursing himself for not noticing him earlier and even dragging his little brother into this mess. He glanced at the redhead, relieved to see that he was still breathing. He didn't hear a gunshot, so he was probably just hit with the gun's handle.

"What's wrong, cat got your tongue?" The man burst into a loud guffaw at his own witty joke. "What's your name, boy?" He asked, after his laughter finally died down.

The teen thought about lying, but quickly dismissed the idea, as it wouldn't help anyone. "Himuro... Tatsuya."

"Ohh, so he's Himuro." The man murmured scratching his cheek, more to himself than to the boy. "Well then, Himuro Tatsuya, are you going to behave like a good little boy or do you want to join your little friend here?" He nudged the redhead's body with his boot.

The teen ground his teeth. "I'll behave."

"Good choice!" The man praised. "Now then," he bent down, picked Kagami up and threw his body on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Let's go meet your new boss, young recruits!"

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A disgusting sound of a breaking bone, followed by a pained scream snapped Kagami out of his thoughts. The redhead's stomach churned from the disgusting stench of blood mixed with sweat and other bodily fluids.

He scanned the faces of the other men in black suits, standing in a loose circle, his eyes met Himuro's concerned ones. He gave a small nod and a reassuring smile, silently convincing his friend that he was ok. He shifted his gaze to the man chained to a chair in the middle of the circle, he gasping for breath. It made Kagami sick, seeing the man's pathetic state. The torturer was standing in front of him, with short black hair and a pair of glasses, a bloodied hammer in his hand.

It was the first time seeing the man so heated. It gave Kagami a bad feeling.

"WHERE IS SHE, YOU SHIT?" Hyuuga roared, disgust clearly evident in his voice.

"I don't know." The man croaked. "I swear."

"You don't know?" He cracked his neck with a frown. "I think differently, my friend. Maybe this will help you reconsider, hm?" Another bone was crushed and his agonised howl echoed off the walls. "How about now?"

"I don't know! Only the higher-ups would know such classified information!" The man tried one more time, but, after a satisfying crunch of yet another bone and a long, horrifying scream he finally gave in. "Ok! Ok! I'll speak! No more! Please, no more..." His voice dropped to a mumble, chanting apologies over and over. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I can't take it anymore, please, please, forgive me, I'm so sorry..."

"She's just a woman, how would that be 'classified information'?" He repeated to his subordinates, a mocking grin dancing on his lips, although he couldn't hide the enjoyment of finally getting somewhere. He leaned in and asked one last time, emphasizing every word. "So tell me, where is Alexandra Garcia?"

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"Haven't had such a stubborn guy in years." The man exhaled tiredly and put away his bloodied instruments. Even after spilling everything the poor man knew, that didn't save him from the slow and agonizing death he was gifted with. "He's useless now. Dispose of the body; I don't want it to be found." He looked at his underlings with an assessing gaze. "You two," he pointed at Kagami and Himuro. "Take care of this."

"Yes, sir." Came an automatic response.

Their superior nodded and left the cellar, the rest of the men following close behind.

After they heard the metal doors close with a loud clang, Kagami sighed. "Should I take care of the body and you could," he motioned with his hand. "Take care of this?"

"You just motioned at everything." Himuro commented but shot up his hands in defence when saw the snarl on Kagami's face. "But you sure? He's not a small man."

"Yeah, this whole blood thing is not..." He crinkled his nose in disgust.

The raven flashed a smile. "Yeah. Well, come back soon, okay?"

Kagami grinned. "Thanks, Tatsuya." He then shrugged off his jacket and approached the man. He skilfully freed the man's limbs from the shackles, carefully lifted him up and lied back down in a pitch black cadaver pouch, swiftly zipping it up. He straightened up with a sigh and admired his work.

"I'm leaving now!" He announced, then picked up the bag with a huff and left the basement, followed by his friend's "Take care".

The body was unceremoniously thrown into the trunk. Kagami chuckled to himself dryly - he's gotten used to disposing of corpses way too fast.

He sat down in the driver's seat and wondered, why were they going to such lengths just to find Alex anyway, under direct orders of the mafia boss himself, his closest aides doing the interrogations. As far as Kagami knew, the boss has never done anything like this before. Was Alex that important? Or is it because of their request to help them find her in exchange of their loyalty? The redhead grunted, as thinking was not his forte and it was giving him a headache already.

Finally, he turned the key, starting the engine.
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The next morning Kagami woke up with a start. The annoying buzzing of his phone was driving him nuts. He didn't bother to put his clothes away yesterday, so he fished the device out of the pile of clothes on the floor and peered at the caller ID. "Tatsuya..?" He read in a scratchy voice.

He checked the mail.

From: Tatsuya

To: Kagami

Subject: Aomine Daiki

He frowned at the name and opened the attached picture, squinting at the blurry image. "So the game has begun, huh."

I've been planning this AoKaga story for quite a while now. Though actually writing everything out proved to be harder than expected…

Anyway, I hope you've enjoyed this and if you have any suggestions, I'd be more than glad to hear them!

~Monetti