I feel like this didn't turn out all right, but I tried my best. I may rewrite this in the future. Still, I hope you enjoy anyway!

Disclaimer: I don't own KnB.

"An underground dungeon?" Midorima pushed up his glasses, eyebrows raised in disbelieve.

"Are you shitting me?" Aomine furrowed his brows and stared at the entrance with a hint of annoyance.

"Yes, it seems rather old fashioned." Kuroko piped in, also being put off by this.

"He always had a screw loose, so it ain't surprising."

"..."

"Either way, it's going to be fine. Right, Akashi-cchi?"

The blond said with a bright smile on his face. After Kasamatsu was almost healed by now and could leave the hospital tomorrow, Kise had cheered up considerably and was almost back to his old self. They were all relieved to see the blond's smile and loud voice again – even though it was annoying sometimes.

"Of course. Who do you think I am, Ryouta?" Akashi smirked slightly.

"We will bring Taiga back and take care of Hanamiya Makoto once and for all. Are you ready?"

"Of course, Akashi-cchi~!"

"Yes, Akashi-kun."

"Mhm~ I'll follow Aka-chin everywhere he wants."

"Sure, whatever. Just give your orders 'boss'."

"We don't have a choice now, do we?"

And so they took the first step into the (overly dramatic looking) underground that would lead the way to their nemesis.

The final battle was drawing near.

The inside was surprisingly modern. They had expected some kind of cavern or something similar to catacombs even, with bats hanging from the ceiling and it would be so dark and disgusting just like Hanamiya's personality.
But everything was newly built, mosaic floors and big, adorned doors, lamps on the wall that lit the way. If they didn't know any better they could have sworn this thing was some kind of underground palace. They cautiously made their way through hallway and hallway, door and door until they stepped into an enormous but empty room.

"What's this place?" Kise blinked in confusion. This whole place was so weird in his opinion. There was no sight of their supposed enemies, just countless doors and disturbingly long hallways. Shouldn't they have already att,-

The moment that thought crossed his mind he had to dodge a knife that was thrown with so much accuracy that if he hadn't moved, would definitely have killed him.

"Shit!"

"Kise, are you alright?"

"Where the hell are you hiding you bastard?! Show yourself!?"

Akashi silently stepped forward to examine the knife.

"I've seen that before, Akashi-kun. There is no doubt that this is Kazuya Hara."

"As I thought."

"Aww man. You're no fun at all~!"

One of the doors slowly opened to reveal the purple haired male who grinned sadistically at them. They all could feel the blood-thirst coming from him.

"You finally showed yourself huh? Then I guess you're ready to face us?"

"Aomine moved into a fighting position but suddenly Kise stood in front of him.

"Oi, Kise, the fuck are you doing?!"

"He's the one who attacked Yukio-senpai. He's mine, Aomine-cchi. Don't interfere."

His eyes were darker than usual, the thought of eliminating the one responsible for hurting his lover like that was the only thing on his mind right now. He would take revenge.

"Tch. Fine, have him if you want. But make sure he suffers, you hear me?"

"Also, be careful Ryouta. And when you are finished here you will immediately follow us. Understood?"

Kise nodded in reply before going forward to stand in front of the psycho while the others went through the next door leading yet into another hallway.

"Hmm~? I'll quickly take care of you then, like with your pathetic mate."

Kise's eyes darkened even more and pure hate shined in those amber orbs.

"Bring it."

In a flash he was gone from his position and reappeared only a few meters in front of him. Kazuya started throwing his knives at an inhuman speed and Kise had trouble keeping up with him. Since his senses were much better than those of humans or even hunters, he could keep up with the movements and attacks - but only barely. He had to simultaneously avoiding the attacks and try to keep enough distance between them.

Kazuya noticed the slight troubles the other had and an idea hit him - his grin only widened and Kise narrowed his eyes at him. The next knife was going for his feet and the blond easily sidestepped the suddenly slow throw. In the back of mind he wondered why the attacks suddenly decreased in speed, but it was only for a split second that he had his answer. When Kise sidestepped an attack once more his balance was broken by a knife flying straight to his feet. He stumbled only for a second and that was all the maniac needed. One of his weapons finally hit it's original target.

"Argh...!"

Kise let out a pained groan as the knife deeply embedded itself into his leg. He tried to move away but the next one hit his other leg too and he fell to the ground.
The wounds hurt like hell and soon started to burn and it took all his willpower for him not to cry out in pain. This was made out of silver, he realized too late. Damn it.

"Aww, does it hurt? Don't worry, I'll end it soon."

The mad grin on his face promised anything but good and Kise struggled to get up, to get away but he couldn't. The silver was burning so much, it was unbearable.

He stiffened when he felt cold metal press against his throat and swallowed thickly. This couldn't be the end, right? It just couldn't...

"Yukio-senpai..."

He whispered as his hazy and scared mind flashed to his beloved mate that waited for him to return.

"You'll see him again eventually, because I'm going to kill him too. Bye-bye~!"

And with one movement of his hand the blond member of the Generation of Miracles was dead, lying unmoving on the ground with a pool of blood slowly forming around him.

Kazuya laughed merrily and turned around to leave the pathetic sight behind. The Generation of Miracles were no big deal after all, just a bunch of weaklings.

"Not worth my ti,-!"

He wasn't able to finish his sentence because of the horrible pain he suddenly felt. His eyes widened in fright and his face was panic-stricken.

"Aaaargh! What th,-!"

His surroundings disoriented and the place where the corpse of Kise Ryouta was supposed to be was vacant.

"What the hell is going...on...?!" he wheezed out through shallow breaths. His eyes widened in absolute terror and disbelieve. In front of him stood the blond he just supposedly killed, coldly smiling down at him.

In his hands he held one of his knives, which was deeply buried in his chest - right through his heart - and he began to feel the dreaded burn of the silver weapon.

"H-How...?"

"Did you really think it would be that easy to defeat someone from the Generation of Miracles? The moment you stepped into this room you were already trapped within my illusion. Your fate was already decided from the moment I was your opponent."

"N-No way! That's no,-" a cough interrupted Kazuya and blood stained his lips.

The smile Kise had previously on his face was gone in an instant and it made you question if it had been an illusion as well.

"I won't let you lay even a finger on them again. Or on anyone else for that matter."