Title: Infinitesimal

Pairing: AkaKuro

Rating: T (may change to M later)

Summary: It takes a lifetime to fall in love but it only takes a second of impact to forget. AkaKuro

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroko no Basuke

[Chapter 2: Moment of Impact]

There was a famous saying that when you're about to die, you see your life flash before your eyes. You see your past memories, good or bad, you just remember all of them just like a film.

But that didn't happen at the slightest.

The second the momentum of the train faltered and crashed god knows where inside the tunnels, Akashi saw black.

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He hated being late.

That much he could say. Though there was no getting out of it, he still highly disliked being late to plans.

Late was not beginning to cover it though. Due to the heavy snowfall in Kyoto, the trains were delayed and Akashi just sat there on one of the metal benches, his patience wearing thin by the tick of the clock.

Tch. He glared at the clock perpendicular from where he sat. 4:30 If the train didn't get here in time then he'd be late getting to Tokyo.

Trying to find something that would cure his boredom he watched as the snow fell from the sky, landing on the pavement of the train station.

God, this day had been so tiring. Being captain of the basketball team had is quirks, since this year was his last as Rakuzan's captain, he had to get the players in tip top shape before he retired. The training menu's his past self did were nothing compared to what they did now. Rakuzan had a reputation to uphold, of course.

After all last year they had come taken back what was theirs in the Winter Cup, that didn't mean that it didn't rile up Seirin at the slightest. That was good though. Akashi learned his lesson from his first year.

He chuckled softly. His past self was so self-centred.

The red-head began to rub his sleeves to try and keep warm.

"I wish the train could get here faster."

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The woman from the P.A. said that the train was delayed a few minutes meaning he had to stay in this weather for a few more minutes. He sarcastically wished that he wouldn't get frostbite from all the cold he was experiencing. He tightened the scarf around his neck, damning himself for easily looking over wearing gloves today (because Akashi does not forget to do things).

He felt a presence next to him. Akashi stared at the small boy with crimson-red hair, intrigued.

The small boy looked at him innocently, tilting his head on the side.

Confusion was written on Akashi's face, "Hm?"

"Red," The boy said, "There's red."

Akashi breathed out a laugh, "That's just my hair, it's like yours as well. "

To his surprise the small child shook his head, "No… you're red. There's going to be red."

Akashi blinked dumbfounded not knowing what to say to the small boy. The woman who he presumed to be his mother quickly reprimanded the child, "I'm so sorry for him. He's a bit imaginative."

Akashi shook his head and gave a small smile at the woman, "No, no it's alright Ma'am."

She took her child's hand and lead him along, "Well thank you. And I'm sorry."

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The train finally came at around five in the afternoon, the snow unfortunately did not let down. If anything it was falling harder than it was thirty minutes ago. Akashi blew into his hands trying to warm himself.

He felt his phone ring and smirked when he saw the name on the LCD screen.

No doubt Tetsuya would be annoyed with his tardiness.

He chuckled sliding the button the the right. He could see the bullet train within a short distance away from him. He gave a sigh of a relief. At least the train was her. He pressed the phone to his ear. Tetsuya was of course displeased, but he had stated his reasons, promising to see him and make it up to him for his absence. The teal haired man was absolutely livid and annoyed with his tardiness, but there was no getting to it. The weather was unbecoming and harsh, they both understood that, but the longing was evident to the two of them. They hadn't seen each in a long time since they were both busy with school.

When the train arrived, both of them said their usual goodbyes, Kuroko wishing Akashi a safe trip. Akashi pocketed the smartphone in his pocket and proceeded to get on the train. He gave a breath of content when he was welcomed with the machine-made heat of the train, thankful that he didn't have to stand in that god-awful cold station a few seconds ago.

He settled in one of the seats of the train, along with the other passengers. He sat next to a window, getting comfortable with the seat he'd sit on for the next three hours. He buried his face into the warmth of his scarf.

He closed his eyes the darkness enveloped him and immediately he saw a wraith of what it looked like, a small boy.

"What is it?" He asked, confused.

Red. It had said. Making Akashi stare at him stupefied. What in god's name is this child telling him. Convincing himself that this was all stress of training and end of the year exams.

"What do you mean?" He inquired he was utterly floored. He had no idea what this thing was talking about.

Red. This time, the mist-like figure gave big emphasis to the certain colour.

"What are you–"

…talking about? He wanted to say, but in the moment of impact, he opened his eyes and there were a blur of colours. Glass shattering, the metal being ripped apart. The ear-piercing sounds of screaming and moans of agony. An impact all in which caused his body to lurch forward.

"Oh my god!" Someone screamed.

He landed in the aisle, where there was an elderly woman who was facing him. She was screaming bloody murder, probably telling him to move, but Akashi for the life of couldn't hear her. There was just constant ringing. He looked up, there was something dropping. He could see it. Crap. He thought. He couldn't move his body.

And in an instant, he felt it, he felt the bone crushing impact of a shattered steel railing on his body, hitting him dead on the head.

He saw red.

There was a famous saying that when you're about to die, you see your life flash before your eyes. You see your past memories, good or bad, you just remember all of them just like a film.

But that didn't happen at the slightest. He had his eyes open.

The thick crimson camouflaged in his hair making it into a darker tint. He tried to reach forward. He cursed, his consciousness was failing him.

Tetsuya, He said in a weak plea, I have to get to Tetsuya.

The hue of red was everywhere.

The last thing he saw before he succumbed to exhaustion and pain was the same small boy with red hair that he saw from the station.

I told you, you're red, Seijuro.

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There was a part of Kuroko that had this bad gut feeling. He felt sick, nauseous even. This wasn't right. Something wasn't right.

Akashi was late. But this was pushing it.

Nigou who was beside him seemed out of himself and jumpy. Barking every now and then as if telling Kuroko something.

He sighed and pulled out his phone from his pocket. Pressing '1' for Akashi's number, after all they had agreed to have each other in speed dial if something were to happen.

With the fifth ring, his lover did not pick up. Kuroko sighed and slung his head. No doubt he looked like a person who got stood up right now. The waitress must be really pitying him, she came thrice to his table only to be rejected, saying that he was waiting for someone.

But none of that matters, Kuroko Tetsuya could not shake the feeling of foreboding in his system. He wasn't sure if this was a good sign or a bad one.

Kuroko looked at his watched, disappointedly, he rose from his seat, calling Nigou and proceeded to walk out of the family restaurant. The same server who waited on him thanked him for his time, he smiled slightly as a polite gesture and went his way.

Not before texting Akashi.

To: Akashi-kun

Where are you? I'm sorry but I can't wait for you, please meet me at my house, Akashi-kun. I'm worried. Please text me back when you get this message.

Kuroko sighed and sent the text. He felt his steps become heavy, disappointment and heartache is what he felt. He was really looking forward to celebrating his birthday with Akashi.

It's nine already, He said downheartedly when he checked his watch again, Akashi-kun, he's not one to stand me up, or anyone for a fact. Where are you?

He and Nigou passed a television repair shop. The Tv's showed the local news report, something about a bullet train wreck that happened a few hours ago. But Kuroko droned out the sounds of the news in favour of just wanting to get home.

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...The train was reportedly going at full speed when it reached the frozen tracks and slipped off the route. There are survivors but most of them injured. Currently there are more than 800 injured and 30 confirmed to be dead. The fire department is now getting the passengers to safety as fast as they can.

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Kuroko's parents was currently on a missionary trip and he had the house all to himself again. It was dark and no lights were on, when his eyes got used to the dark, he navigated himself to his living room and collapsed on his couch.

He breathed out and laid flat on his back. There were soft footsteps, no doubt Nigou roaming the house. The teal-haired shadow laid his arm on his forehead and slowly drifted into his dreams.

It wasn't too long though when he felt his side violently vibrate.

Startled, he pushed himself up into a sitting position and squinted to see trying to get used to the bright LCD light that came from his phone, which would've been a dark room if not for the light coming from his phone.

He slid the button and pressed the gadget to his ears, "Hello?"

"Is this Kuroko Tetsuya-kun?"

Kuroko knitted his eyebrows, that voice, he's heard that voice before, "Akashi-san?"

"Ah, it's me, Kuroko-kun. I'm sorry for the late call, but…" The older man stopped. As if hesitating to tell him something.

Kuroko was stumped. Akashi's father had called him.

"Is there something the matter Akashi-san?"

"I know Seijuro did not make it to your agreed time." The man said.

Kuroko shook his head as if Akashi's father could what he was doing, "No, no it's fine, Akashi-san shouldn't worry about that, Akashi-kun would have his reasons not to meet me, the last minute."

It hurt, yes, but this was Akashi we were talking about. A lot of things happened to Akashi.

"Yes," Akashi's father replied, "However Tetsuya, this is not the case. Please try to keep calm."

Kuroko felt his pulse heighten fast and abrupt, "What… what are you talking about Akashi-san?"

"I'm sorry, for the circumstances in which I have to tell you this," The teal-haired senior gulped when he heard the man's voice break a little, he was talking to Akashi Satoru, a renowned man in business, he was absolute. But this man's voice cracked and for what reason? Kuroko hadn't the slightest of clues and this scared–no–frightened him greatly, "Seijuro, he got caught in a crash. He was on a bullet train to Tokyo, he was going to see you Kuroko-kun. He did not make it to you. I'm sorry."

He didn't make it.

He didn't make it.

Kuroko felt his stomach drop, he starred blankly ahead. His breathing haggard and fast. Shock written all over his face. He shook with great panic, adrenaline running into his veins.

What was happening?

What's going on?! He wanted to scream.

"No," He finally said, his voice unsteady and broken, "You're lying… Akashi-san, no. I won't believe that."

"I'm sorry, Kuroko-kun, but what I say is the truth."

He didn't want to. His body, mind, heart was in denial. There was just no way! He just talked to him a few hours ago! He was fine. He was coming to Tokyo. He was going to spend his birthday with him.

Then it hit him like a million rocks.

Akashi didn't didn't pick up his phone. Didn't text back.

He slumped on the couch. His breaths were ragged, broken, and drained. His clutched his chest. The lump on his throat rising up, and he felt sick. The beginnings of unshed tears pooling around the rim of his blue eyes.

He shook his head and with a broken plea, with a strong string of hope he whispered, "No…"

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Paramedics identified Akashi Seijuuro, the son of Akashi Satoru, Chairman of the Akashi Group of Companies, allegedly heir to the multi-billion yen company, was riding the same train. As of now, Akashi Seijuuro is being taken to the local hospital and his conditions are currently unknown.

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[Let Bygones Be Bygones]

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A/N: I'm sorry. For this chapter and for my grammar mistakes. *bows* I'm so sorry for the lateness of this chapter. I got sick and finals and ugh. I hope you liked it? *hides* I'll let you guys decide on Papa Akashi if he's being nice or not.

I'm so sorry for this chapter, but I still hope you have a wonderful day/night.