Rinfantasy: The guard in the entrance is Nebuya. :D

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I only edited this chapter once, because I'm too excited to write the chapter/s next to this. lol

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroko no Basuke. Fujimaki Tadatoshi-sensei owns it. The only thing I own is this story.

I do not own the cover photo either. Credits go to their respective owners.

Warning: Grammatical errors, limited vocabulary, unbetaed. Prepare your hearts. :3


Chapter 6


Kise noticed the dragged glance Akashi was sending to the direction the bluenette was taken away. "Ohh~ Ogino-kun, are you interested in Kurokocchi?" The blonde bartender had a knowing grin plastered on his face as he impishly asked.

Kurokocchi was long gone and Akashi had lost the opportunity to question him. Well, there was still Kise who he can ask about the said person. From the looks of it, the bartender was stupid enough to not suspect him after almost mentioning the name "Ogiwara." "Maybe, I am," Akashi replied with a pleasant, indicative smile.

"I knew it! Isn't Kurokocchi adorable?" Kise's eyes were glimmering with annoying fondness for the bluenette.

Akashi hated the look, but he needed to know everything he could about the bluenette. He can't let the first clue slip his grasp for a second time.

That isn't how he works. That isn't how an Akashi works.

"He's the most adorable person ever, don't you think?" Kise continued rambling on. "This place, honestly, doesn't suit him. Kurokocchi's too kind, you know? He's just… surrounded with the wrong people," the bartender's expression turned gloomy as he spoke. He was wiping a new cocktail glass with a clean cloth, waiting for the next customer he will serve. "Since Ogiwaracchi passed away, Kurokocchi's been busy with a lot of customers. Good thing, Kagamicchi's still here, but…"

Akashi thought he has seen a pair of dog ears fold in dejection atop the blonde's head. He immediately shook the cringeworthy thought off his mind. "Come again?" Akashi mirrored the sympathetic expression. "Ogiwaracchi" and "Kagamicchi?" That sounds like… Akashi clasped his fingers together on top of the counter. All ears, and attentively listening. Does he mean Ogiwara Shigehiro and Kagami Taiga? Does that mean–

"Ohh–" Kise's face flushed a dust of pink. "I meant Ogiwara-kun and Kagami-kun. I apologize, Ogino-kun," the blonde scratched his cheek with an index finger. "I have this habit of adding '–cchi' to the names of the person I respect."

"Is that so?" I see. Then, it wasn't 'Kurokocchi,' but 'Kuroko-kun,' was it? "Don't worry, it wasn't a problem at all," Akashi faked a chuckle, but nobody would notice that the action was false. "Won't you also call me Oginocchi, then?" He requested in a flirtatious tone. He immediately regretted the very act. It was too foreign to him… and, honestly, it sounded disgusting even to his own ears.

"Ehh~ What's this? Ogino-kun, are you flirting with me?" Kise replied with a mischievous grin.

Akashi felt a vein pop on top of his head. He clutched his stomach as he laughed. "No, it was just a joke. I believe I did mention that the one I'm interested in is–"

"Kurokocchi," Kise finished the redhead's sentence for him. "Though, that's too bad for you, Ogino-kun," Kise returned the martini glass he had been wiping back to the set.

Akashi felt his eyebrow quirk. "And why is that?"

Kise broadly smiled as if he was about to boast about something. "Because… Kurokocchi is–"

"Oi, Kise! Have you seen, Kuroko?" A red-haired man, wearing the same uniform as the bartender, except for the additional white apron over it, came running to the bar. He smacked his palm atop the granite countertop as he glared at the blonde.

"Whoa– Chill down, Kagamicchi–" Kise said as he was about to pick up a new martini glass. He slapped the man's hand away, and wiped the counter surface clean, free of the other's sweat, before he gave his reply. "Kurokocchi's been taken away by Shougo-kun. Shougo-kun said that the boss was looking for him. Not that I know who the 'boss' he was talking about was. For all I know, Harasawa-san was out of town for a week."

Akashi noted the information inside his head.

"That dimwit! Didn't even bother to show his face–" The man clucked his tongue, and grumbled as he stomped his way back to the door with 'Unauthorized Personnel Not Allowed" hanging on it.

Kise returned his attention to Akashi. "Sorry about that, Ogino-kun, that was Kagamicchi– I mean, Kagami-kun, he had been bothering Kurokocchi, since he started working here three weeks ago," Kise leaned on the countertop, and closed the distance between him and the redhead. "He's Kurokocchi's friend, but I think he also has a thing for Kurokocchi," he cautiously whispered, like a friend gossiping about someone close to him.

"Hehh…" Akashi looked over the direction Kagami took once more. "Kuroko-kun's quite famous, isn't he?" He smiled at the blonde.

"What are you talking about, Ogino-kun?" Kise looked at Akashi, his expression in complete incredulity.

Akashi pressed his lips together, and discreetly sent the blonde a wary look. Did he say the wrong thing?

"Of, course Kurokocchi is famous!" Kise spiritedly huffed, his arms akimbo like a mother proud of his daughter's achievements.

Akashi knew there was nothing to be proud of. He felt the lout thumping inside his chest. It was the same feeling whenever an unknown subject was about to be named. He slowly spoke, vigilant in his every word. "What do you mean?"

"Because… Kurokocchi is the 'Kurokage,' after all!"

Akashi almost let out a gasp of surprise. To think, that he would encounter the very person he was looking for on the first day– night of his stakeout. Well, that was only to be expected. He was Akashi, after all. Call it pure luck or coincidence, but he knew better.

Everything was set by the most hateful thing in the entire universe.

He inwardly cursed.

Fate was playing with him again.


"Goddammit, hurry up! Are you a fucking turtle, or what!?" Haizaki cussed as sent an impatient scowl to the bluenette who has been tailing him. His loud voice echoed piercingly throughout the secluded place.

The surrounding was all gray with patches of black– molds which has thrive in the dark, humid place. It was like a secret tunnel from somehere leading to nowhere. The place was scantily and poorly lit, but was enough to discecrn the path to walk on. Not that it was necessary to remember the way. It was like a linear corridor with no ends.

Kuroko just continued boring his gaze on the concrete floor. He felt the trapped cold air blow swiftly against his skin. He had been there a lot of times, but the place was still suffocating… and dreadful.

Haizaki became even more irked when the bluenette didn't give a reply. "Fucker. Just because the boss said I can't kill you, doesn't mean that I won't."

Kuroko was used to the brutal treatment. Haizaki has been like that with him, since the very first time they met. He doesn't know if he had rubbed the gray-haired male's bad side, or if the man was just always that pissy, like a teenage girl during her period, but whatever. He has been through worse– worst, "worsest," if that was even a word– that he doesn't care about the curses Haizaki throws him anymore.

Haizaki continued his swearing, until they reached another metal door.

They had passed a lot of similar doors, but Kuroko knew the door in front of them. Exclusively.

Haizaki clucked, before twisting the knob. He opened the door, revealing the ever so empty interior of the room.

Kuroko squeezed his eye shut in an impulse, when the blinding light hit his vision. He slowly opened them, revealing only a fraction of his sky blue irises, and steadily adjusted his vision.

The inside of the room was plain and unwelcoming. The walls, the floor, and even the ceiling, were of unfinished concrete. There was a black long sofa on the far back, and a rectangular low coffee table in front of it. There were no other openings except for the metal door. There were chains hanging from the ceiling on the left side of the room. As for what their function was, Kuroko doesn't even want to begin recounting. The only decoration that can be considered grand was the crystal chandelier lighting the room. It was a beautiful, intricate design that it seemed very out of place inside the stodgy room.

A dark-skinned man was sitting on the sofa. One of his arms was casually hanging on the back rest, and his legs were boorishly crossed in front of him. His hair was dyed with a standing out silver color. He has a number of piercings on his ears, and one on his lower lip. He was wearing a black leather jacket, which seemed too tight because of his muscular frame, atop a gray V-neck shirt, and a pair of dark baggy trousers. A pair of sunglasses was resting on his nose. He also has golden chained necklace and bracelets hanging on his neck and dangling on his wrists, respectively. His feet were covered with an also black leather boots.

There were also a number of casually dressed men inside the dreary room.

The silver-haired man had an ignorant look, until he noticed his "expected guest" enter the room. He shifted from his position, removing his arm from the backrest.

Haizaki went inside, and moved to give way for the bluenette, an obvious glare still on his face.

Kuroko hesitantly entered, cautiously taking each step as he walked. He felt the droplets of sweat on his temple as they dribbled down, until they dripped to the concrete floor like a detonating time-bomb. He felt his hands tremble as he stopped right in front of the silver-haired man. If he could drive a knife straight into the man's throat, then he definitely would. If he could shot the man directly into his forehead, then he definitely would. If he could strangle the man with his own fingers, until the man begs for him to spare his life, then he definitely would.

However, he can't. He can't, because he is a coward. He can't, because he is weak. He can't because they are the ones who are keeping him alive, and not the other way around.

His expression remained blank, all throughout his internal dilemma. He clutched the brown envelope, clenching his fingers around it tightly as if it was the silver-haired man's neck, before throwing it on the glass table separating him and the man.

The man picked it up, and halfway took out its contents. He licked his index finger once, before gliding them against the bills, counting them one by one. When he was done, he slid the contents back inside the envelope. With a chuckle, he spread his arms back to the sofa's backrest. "Well, we never expected anything big from a puny monkey like him anyway. Heh! Fucking wannabe of a punk!"

The other men inside laughed at the silver-haired man's coarse words.

The man gestured his head, signaling two of his men.

Kuroko felt himself got forcefully held down to his knees. The sudden contact against the rough floor made him wince. He noted inside his head to certainly add the two men holding him down to his hit list, if the unruly treatment ever bruised his knees. His arms were uncomfortably held to his back as he knelt down.

Suddenly, a loud noise erupted from the room, when someone violently kicked the metal door open.

A beaten up man was thrown inside, followed by three other casually dressed men.

The man scampered his way out of the room only to get pulled back by one of the silver-haired man's underlings.

Haizaki closed the door with another click of the tongue as he averted his gaze and glared at the hanging chains. Totally, fucking, attractive. Yeah.

The silver-haired man stood up from the sofa, and tramped his way towards the held down bluenette. When he was right beside him, he gently petted the latter's teal locks, before harshly gripping them, pulling them back, to forcibly meet his gaze.

Kuroko gritted his teeth at the sudden stung on his scalp. His expression was still neutral, even when the silver-haired man traced the muzzle of his Glock pistol from his collar bone up to his jaw.

The man who was thrown inside was picked up by two other guys, and was forcefully held down into the same position as the bluenette's.

"Motherfucking asshole, let me go or I'll fucking kill you–" The dark-haired man vainly struggled against his captors hold.

Kuroko knew the man. He internally laughed at how stupid and pitiful the other was acting now, when he was being a conceited ass but a few hours ago.

"Still rebellious, aren't we, Tetsuya?" The silver-haired man whispered behind Kuroko's ear.

Kuroko shuddered at the intruding contact. He, honestly, wasn't sure if he could control the bloodlust he had for this man. He wanted to forcibly pull his arms away, then grab the gun from the man, then shoot the man right through the latter's head, before he kills himself.

"You hate this man, right? Then… how about this?" The man signaled for his men to let go of the bluenette arms.

Kuroko almost can't feel his limbs, after having them tautly held behind him. He didn't even feel it at all when the grip of the gun pressed against his palms.

"You hate him after doing that to you, right? You wanted to kill this person, right?" The silver-haired man softly taunted, as he slowly slipped his and Kuroko's right index finger on the gun's trigger.

"N-No…" Kuroko breathed out. "Motherfucker, I will kill you first–" He strongly wriggled his body to try to free himself from the man, but to no avail. His entire body violently trembled as the man slowly raised his arms together with his. He can't be doing this… The first person that I'll kill will be His vision was starting to get cloudy, his heart pounding loudly inside his chest as he tried to regain control over his body. He was tethering on the edges of hyperventilating as his breath came out in shallow gasps.

"Hahahaha! That's right! That's the face I've been waiting to see," The dark-skinned man's evil laughter resounded inside the room, like an echoing threnody. Like a devil whispering into its prey's ears, he continued. "You wanted to kill us, don't you, Tetsuya. Then, let me show you how to do it," he closed his one eye, and aimed straight to the raven-haired guy's chest.

"N-No–" The man's eyes were pleading.

Kuroko squeezed his eyes shut. He forced his own mind to block his thoughts from whatever was about to happen next.

Then, came a loud bang, and another.

…And another.

Kuroko felt his entire body flinch every time his finger touched the trigger. He hardly bit his lower lip, whenever the horrifying sound came out of the gun, willing himself to not let out a sound, because that would only delight the devil behind him more. That was the very last thing he wanted to do.

"How weak– Took it only three bullets to kill him," the silver-haired man stood up, leaving the bluenette gasping for air as the latter stared at the pistol with an appalled look. "Talk about ho-hum."

Kuroko absentmindedly stared at the gun in his hands. His finger was still on the trigger. He felt the blood rush to his head. I won't forgive you. His grip on the gun tightened. I won't forgive you. He pointed the gun directly at the dark-skinned man's back. I won't forgive you! He didn't even hesitate when he pulled the trigger, but what came next was what he never expected… and he knew too well that he had lost the game.

Nothing happened.

"Hahahaha!" The silver-haired man bent over as his crude laughter filled the room. "What the fuck! You're really an amusing monkey, Tetsuya!" He steadied himself up, wiping the tears that almost fell from the corners of his eye. "To think, that you would actually do it… Too bad, he knows everything," he completed the way back to the sofa. He victoriously smiled as he spoke. "Lock that shit up," he ordered as he stared down at the bluenette.

Kuroko's grip on the gun loosened, the pistol frightfully clattering on the concrete floor. A harsh tug forced him to stand on his two feet. He hung his head low, his knees felt too weak for him to even stand. The adrenaline which coursed through his body was long gone.

He just killed a man.

The fact still hasn't sunk inside his head. He mechanically tailed the two blurred figures pulling him outside of the room.

"What a fucking asshole," Kuroko heard someone mutter. He wasn't sure who, but it was right before he came out of the door.

He knew where they were taking him. He doesn't even care if they throw him out in the middle of a street, and let a car hit him. Or throw him on the docks, and let himself drown to the deepest parts of the surging waters, so everything could finally end. He doesn't care.

However, he knew that won't happen anytime soon...

They won't kill him just yet.

After all… they still have use for him.


Author's note:

Whoops– I forgot to mention that all the assholes we (love) hate will be in this fic. And, yeah, they will still be assholes here. Call me "evil," because I am~

If you thought Hanamiya was an ass in chapter 3, then you need to see Silver here. If you thought Silver was an ass in this chapter, then you haven't seen how much of an asshole Gold can be.

Anyway, I wasn't supposed to end everything there, but I noticed that the next chapter will be too short if I didn't. Don't worry, guys, Akashi will save Kuroko soon.

…But, first, cry with me…