HELLO WELCOME TO CHAPTER 3! Did I make you wait for too long? Aww, sorry didnt mean to do that. I was busy with stuffs at the uni, but no worries, I shall not leave you guys because I LOVE YOUUUUU! So probably many of you are asking, why the hell in all Kicchin's fanfic AU, the GoMs are Kuroo's big bros, well, the reason is simple. I always see the GoM as Kuroko's overly protective Onii-chan even in the anime, especially Aomine and Akashi. And yeah, especially Akashi, and even the author himself confessed that originally, or supposedly Kuroko and Akashi were meant to be BROTHERS/COUSINS in the anime/manga, but he turned off the plan for some reason IDK. Am I the only one whom after seeing Akashi in the manga quickly assumed he was related to Kuroko? It's actually funny, when the whole arc ended and I was like...'wait they aren't bros?' I mean they're at one point so similar, they're both manipulative, but in Kuroko he's more like 'I keep the innocent look but I'm the master mind and the utter cause of your misery sire' while Akashi is more like 'IDC what you think, I'm the DEVIL live it.'(idk if I'm even making sense I feel like I'm just justfying my utter drive to put them as bros instead of shipping them'. Personally, I don't ship them because they are TOO ALIKE in personality, I mean I CANT EVEN DECIDE WHO IS GONNA BE THE SEME with them both. So yeah, that's the end of the story, 'why kicchin likes the GOM as Kurokocchi's big bros'
AND THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEEEEWED *cries a metric tons of tears* I LOVE YOU GUYS TO THE MOON AND BACK, I LOVE YOU AS MUCH AS AOMINE LOVES HIMSELF! So I wont keep you guys for too long, here's chapter 3 and I hope you like it. KEEP SMILING YOU GORGEOUS CREATURES and DONT FORGET TO REVIEW
guten tag babies
Chapter 3: BEAST
"It was fucking simple you airheads!" The man exclaimed at the three men there, huffing as he kicked the table. His suite and get up didn't fit the place where they stood, a local bar, with loud music and blinking neon lights. The three exchanged looks and frowned. It should have been perfect, they were hiding so well, and no one should have seen them from where they were hiding, from an untrained eyes they wouldn't mean anything. But out of the blue, the very moment the trigger was pulled, Kagami was pulled down by someone but they weren't able to see the face of the hindrance to their mission. They were paid almost five hundred Yen to bring down a high school brat and yet they couldn't. Was it really just a lucky strike for the heir of Tiger and Dragon company, or something else? "Get your shit back or else fucking kill you all and drop your bodies down the river, do you fucking understand?"
The three nodded. "Yes sir." They all said in unison. The man standing before them, Jumon Watanabe, is a 30 years old arms dealer and smuggler, the man tried to use of the Tiger and Dragon Company to get his goods slid down the ports in Tokyo but the man behind the company was quick to sense this issuing a tip to the local polices about his business. They had to go underground and lose a few contacts due to this, and Jumon wasn't someone who likes being interrupted, much less by a man whom all his life lived with a silver spoon in his mouth. It was irritating how someone like him didn't need to struggle with life, like he never get to feel how was it to crawl in the mud. In revenge the man kidnapped the man's only son a few years ago, but the stupid plan got easily busted, so the man swore, this time he wont fail.
Jumon flopped down on the couch with eyebrows furrowed, why won't things go the way it should? Why were his men such an airhead? First someone spotted them, two Kagami Taiga is still alive, just how much of a disaster they could bring in? Grabbing the bottle of wine from the ice bucket, he poured himself a glass of the liquor. Just as he was sipping the wine he heard a loud knock from the door, gesturing to one of his men to get the door the man stood and answered the door with a gun in his back.
As soon as the door opened Jumon recognized the man standing there, it was the bar manager, with his tattoo filled arms, and shaved bald hair and a sly smirk. Jumon waved his men away giving the man a way, "Kirisagi!" the arms dealer exclaimed chuckling, "What's gotten into you, do you have something for me?"
"Ah, yeah." The man said before turning around and pulled something—or more precisely someone in, Jumon's eyes widen as he found a small frail figure was being pulled by the arm by Kirisagi. Jet black hair that reached down those small hips, and that snowy white skin, then a piercingly cold as winter blue eyes stared back at Jumon. Jumon smiled at the fierceness of those eyes, beautiful, it was the first thing that registered to his mind as he saw that face. It was small, the makeup was barely visible except for the red gloss of those supple looking lips. The black haired woman wore a long light blue dress, with slits in its side just above her knees. "Got you our newest addition to the team. " the man shoved the girl to the floor causing her to fall unceremoniously on the floor, her black hair was contrasting the red carpet like ash to a red petal of the rose, Kirisagi smiled and left quickly closing the door behind them.
Jumon smirked at the sight. It isn't a rare occurrence that Kirisagi would lend him his girls, but this one was surely special, he thought. Skin white as fine as ivory, and those small frail looking legs, and thoat hair black as the Asia's famous black pearl, the girl raised her head slightly hair falling in front of her delicate face, and revealing those mesmerizing blue orbs, like zircon. These kind of beauty would sell for high price, and he bet his ass he was one lucky bastard to get to touch this kind of gem. Standing from his seat Jumon slowly approached the girl before roughly grabbing her chin, and the dark strands of her hair moving away to reveal the most beautiful sight he had laid his eyes on.
"Hm, you're one fucking hottie." He said as a sly smile spreading in his lips. The blue eyes stared at him making his smirk wider, it was the first time he didn't see any anxiousness in a woman's eyes in his hands. How overly confident can she get? "You got some nerves to stare at me like that, huh?"
Then the blue eyes closed slowly, and when they opened again it was staring at him but this time something told Jumon this isnt what should happen. Then he realized a movement in those thin arms, "Did you know," she started in a low voice, "they said you can hide a lot of things underneath a woman's beautiful clothes?"
BANG! CRASH!
Jumon didn't have enough time to react when he saw the fast movement, then he heard a loud gun shot and everything went dark, the last thing he saw was the almost glowing blue eyes before it faded in the darkness as well.
"Fuck! Get the fucking girl!" he exclaimed to his men but he was too late—
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
There were three gunshots and sounds of bodies falling to the floor, Jumon staggered back. "HEY!" he called but none of his men replied he tried to fish his phone from his pocket but it wasn't there, he gasped as he tried to remember where he placed it, then it clicked to him—he left it in the table. His feet quickly searched for any signs of the table's feet but he failed and stumbled on the carpeted floor. His eyes widen as he heard a sigh, then he saw something…a light, blinking he realized a hand was holding up his phone.
"They say…" an unfamiliar voice rung in the room, "people easily get frightened in the darkness, because our sense of sight is removed, the uncertainty brought by our inability to see what is happening around causing our other senses to become hypersensitive, we become vulnerable to suggestions brought by others who could see, and by the small noises, the feelings of movement around us, it becomes very quick for us to assume things from this, our brain tries to compensate by generating images in our mind…unfortunately, I could say human brain are quite cynical, or sadistic, so we generate the worst case scenario ideas…" Jumon gulped as he backed away, his phone fell to the floor and somehow provided a small light to show the person standing there. Light blue dress…slender frame, and dark hair that reached her hips, and a gun in hand. Why…her voice is…deeper?
"P-Please. D-don't s-shoot me, h-how much d-d-do you want?" Jumon said voice trembling, how can this person even see in this darkness, and did she just shot three of his men, his trained men all by herself? Just what the hell is happening, his eyes widen as a monotonous, dry laughter erupted from those lips, using the back of her hand she wiped off the red gloss off her lips, despite the smudge, she still looked perfect, but what made Jumon gasped was when her free hand traveled up to her hair…and pulled it off. "Wha…"
"I don't like it when people gets in my way." the black mop of wig fell to the floor, "I don't take lightly when someone else tried to get my prey. I'm very possessive."
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BANG!
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"I told you to call me Mother, yes?"
The pair of similar blue eyes stared at the woman across him, the elegant woman smiled sweetly. Today was a very special day, every time of year she never failed to come over to greet the boy. Kuroko wondered why would she actually go this far for a frail child in her care? He was lucky enough that the woman let him take his name, he was lucky that he was being sheletered here, but above all that she let him said treat her as his Mother. Something he thought he didn't have, a family. "Come, I have a present for you." She said before placing a chest above the low table and pushing the wooden box towards him.
"You didn't have to, Mother." He said, but honestly he was very happy.
The woman shook her head smiling, "Come on, open it."
Kuroko nodded and opened the wooden box, his eyes widen in awe, it was a beautifully crafted katana, the sheath had a silver dragon in it, the handle was black and blue. He trailed his fingertips on the intricate dragon design almost with a care he didn't know he had. "Its…beautiful." He said smiling before looking at the woman and bowing his head, "Thank you very much Mother, I am very grateful!"
"Tetsuya?"
"Yes Mother?"
"Use that to protect the ones you love."
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"Oi."
Kuroko bolted up as soon as he heard Kagami's voice, blinking he realized he was in the library. He looked around and realized it was already noon. He remember coming there to read but sleep took over as soon as he situated himself. The job last night somehow drained his body from his remaining stamina. He brushed his eyes off from sleep before looking up at Kagami. "You didn't go to class." Kagami said before dropping a few papers in front of Kuroko. He realized he didn't feel cold despite the fact he was in the library which most often was the coldest place in the whole campus, then he realized he was wearing the jacket Kagami lend him the day before, the sleeves almost covered his small hands. What the hell came to him and wore the jacket?
"Hey, something wrong?" Kagami asked, Kuroko's eyes widen as he saw Kagami inching closer, his eyes widen as he felt a warm palm against his forehead, he blinked in confusion as he stared at the taller male, "You don't have a fever but…" Kagami retracted his hand, "if you're still not feeling well you should just have stayed home, and why did you took your bandages off already?"
This…
Kuroko blinked as Kagami continued to blabber.
He…is he worrying?
"Tetsuya, come on now, I told you already, your skin is very delicate, you'll bleed easily like that, you have to take an extra care of—"
"Yourself." Kagami blinked, Kuroko's spacing out he thought as the blue eyes stared back at him without any reactions. "You sure you're okay?"
Kuroko bit his lower lip, what is he thinking, he shouldn't be comparing Kagami to his mother, he's a threat to his brother. This kind of thoughts would make him hesitate later on, something that he shouldn't possess. Kagami suddenly sat on the chair across Kuroko making the teal haired assassin looked at the crimson haired boy. "I…I'm alright, you do not have stay." Kuroko said quietly as he decided to look over the papers brought by the other. He didn't have to do this, Kuroko said all over again, he's doing this because he think he's in debt, right?
"I don't have anything to do anyways." Kagami said as he watch the boy flipping through the notes. He asked Furihata for his notes just to get something for Kuroko, he deemed the boy didn't really want to miss a day in class, he must have a good reason for not coming to class. Kagami felt guilty, this was all his fault anyways, Kuroko saved his life, and if he wasn't such a trouble magnet the other wouldn't have to deal with a bleeding head. There wasn't really much interesting thing going on, aside from the class preparing for the upcoming school fest, he could care any less. The girls had been egging him to agree on the stage play thingy on the condition he would be the Prince Charming, and that is totally out of his expertise. He'd rather sleep in the library than hear the rest of it. Drifting his eyes at Kuroko, he realized the boy was wearing his jacket, somehow it looked big in small frame, it looked like he could drown on the material, the sleeves reached almost the tips of his fingers.
"You're staring."
Kagami blinked and realized what he was doing and quickly turned away scratching his cheek awkwardly, "Sorry, I-I just thought you were wearing m-my jacket."
"Oh, did you want it returned, I'm sorry I went ahead of myself—"
"Ah, n-no, i-its alright, I j-just thought the color suites you."
Kuroko looked at the red stripped against the white of the uniform in the sleeves, "I didn't think Kagami-kun would have an eye for those kinds of things."
"Maybe you should try basketball." He said leaning against his chair, "Do you know how to play?"
Kuroko blinked, basketball…ah, yes that sport of course. "I…don't think I'll make a very excellent player." He said looking at his hands, he had small hands, very frail body as well, what could he do that will actually be useful in that sport? All he was good is handling a gun and killing people. "I could barely shoot, my sense of trajectory is quite skewed as well when it comes to ball games, I'm not really sure you're asking the right person on joining your team."
Kagami yawned loudly before dropping his arms on the table and propping his chin in his folded arms staring at the blue haired guy before him, "Nah, anyone can play." He said simply before giving him a toothly grin, "Ah, I know, you could try misdirection, you know?"
"Mis…direction?"
"Yeah, it's a cool trick in the court, well I can't really teach you that, 'cause that's some angry cool skills exclusive for some people." Kagami stated simply, "You don't have to be really quick or strong, or good in shooting, you just got to pass."
"Pass the ball?"
"Yeah, and you know some people think that's lame, but I think its cool." Kuroko stared at Kagami's eyes as he spoke, somehow they were very captivating, they look so alive, so true. That kind of honesty is very dangerous to possess, yet he held them right in the open, just what kind of person is Kagami Taiga? He looked so oblivious of the way Kuroko was watching him as he continued to speak, he barely seems to care if the other could catch up with whatever he is saying yet they were aflame of a kind of genuine interest it was almost envious. Kuroko wished he could speak about something with that kind of fervour, with the same eyes. "I mean, they're like magicians on court."
Kuroko nodded, "It does sound magical."
Kagami raised a brow, before raising a hand over his lips, "Pfft—"
"Ah!" Kuroko frowned, "Did you just laughed at me?"
"Magical, seriously?" Kagami said chuckling, "Don't tell me you draw unicorns and rainbows at the back of your notebook as well."
"What's wrong with my choice of words, I'd rather have those than Kagami-kun's filthy set of vocabulary."
Kagami laughed, "You…" he paused staring at Kuroko, the teal haired boy's eyes widen for fracture of second as the change in those crimson eyes didn't went pass his observant eyes. They were frighteningly warm all of a sudden, and the way those eyes soften like a luke warm water splashed to a sore muscle made his chest tight. Slowly Kagami sunk half of his face in his folded arms, but Kuroko could see that small smile in those eyes, but it wasn't the kind of mischevious smile, but a serene smile. "You're just like a small child." He said with gentle voice, there wasn't any insult in that, but rather filled with endearment that he barely recognize. A kind of endearment he never had from someone who barely know him.
Kuroko stared as Kagami completely buried his head in his arms and he was back again in the silence of the library. Kuroko bit his lip, no, this wasn't okay. He should never let this come to him, he shouldn't let this affect him, was he really this inexperienced with human contact, that he gets easily swayed? It was frightening, kindness is. Kuroko stared at the crimson locks that looked rather unruly. Does he even brush his hair, he thought. Unconsciously his hand reached to those strands, his eyes widen as he was only inch closer to touching his hair—What…am I doing? The question was left unanswered as his hand slowly fell on top of those crimson strands. It wasn't as rough as he thought, he slowly moved his hands and twirled a few strands in his index finger.
"Mn." Kuroko froze as he heard Kagami's voice, but instead of shaking the hand off the crimson haired basketball player leaned against his touch, the unconscious movement from the other caused Kuroko's heart to actually skipped a beat. "What…are you doing?" the voice was muffled and lazily.
"Nothing." Kuroko said as he continued brushing his hair with his hand. He didn't know but stopping would end him in a more awkward situation.
"Mn, 'kay." Was the lazy response, "…continue."
Kuroko's eyes widen…his hand trembled slightly. How can he be so comfortable in his hand, this hand that held a balde, a gun, had been soaked in blood for countless of times? How…can he sleep with a hand of a killer resting on top of it? How dangerously oblivious was this boy?
