Chapter 2 :
Kuroko's POV
Red has never been my favourite colour. Quite frankly, I hate it.
At first, I just simply liked pastel colours better. But on my tenth birthday, I saw red...and I hated it...
One of the most precious people in my life, my mother, lied on a bed of red. The thick, red liquid smudged her beautiful pale face. I was still standing on the pavement with wide eyes, trying to find her crystalline blue eyes. But the overwhelming red was everywhere. My last memory was seeing my mother who smiled at me wholeheartedly and just a second later, being run over by a truck. Long trails of blood all over the road... and all I could see was red.
But that was a long time ago. I am sixteen now. I have friends, teachers and especially my loving father who will always support me. I am still a reserved person like usual, but I do admit that life becomes more joyful. I no longer cry myself to sleep nor try to isolate myself from everyone. Memories are past now!
But past does not leave me alone...
On a beautiful and ordinary day, I encountered red, again... Right inside my very home and so near to my father and me, a fiery, vibrant scarlet was present. It was mesmorizing, but not at all in a good way.
" Tetsuya, I want to introduce my client, Akashi Seijuuro."
How ironic! Even his name had red in it!
And then, he turned around...and showed his face. An attractive and charming face it was. But no matter how hard I tried, I could never forget that pair of eyes. Two colours: crimson and golden were so strong and powerful yet beautiful that it took your breath away.
At that moment, I questioned myself:" Why here? Why now? Why am I so uncomfortable?"
I really thought I had gotten over with the trauma. But how wrong I was!
My heart was pounding and my hands were shaking. I was afraid, but not only because of the past. Something was not right with that man and I honestly meant so.
The look of those eyes were seemingly normal, I thought. But as soon as they spent sometimes on glancing me, they showed a realisation and a hint of extreme emotion. Interest? Curiousity? Or excitement?
I was not so sure myself. But there was one thing I knew, I was truly terrified.
Thankfully, my father was there. I managed to go to my room and avoid him, so everything was over. Now that I think about it, I regret a lot because of how naive I was back then. I actually thought I could be free from red... My life just got back together so why, why did everything turn out like this?
Why did the worst things possible happen on my birthday? Why did my seventeenth birthday become a disaster? Red, could you not leave my life alone? Why did I not trip somewhere so I could not go home? Why was I so helpless? Standing there, I watched as shades of red swallowed my home... Fire...It was boiling hot. It was ruthless. It was red... And I could not do anything.
On my seventeenth birthday, I lost my home and my father as red took them away from me. Therefore, passionately and relentlessly, I hate red.
End chapter 2.