A/N:
Okay, I know its been a while and I'm sorry! I've been super busy, but don't worry, I have not forgotten about this story! This chapter isn't the longest, and maybe not one of the best either, but I hope you enjoy. Thank you to everyone who continues to not only read and support this fic, but my others as well, it is greatly appreciated! As always, let me know what you think! :)
(Oh and, happy Valentines Day! ;))
Kuroko glared directly into the shinning golden eyes above him, not willing to give an inch. The knife held to his neck itched painfully against his throat as it began to slightly break the skin. When the bluenette spoke Akashi's name, the woman's eyes flashed with a hidden emotion, but an emotion nonetheless.
The wind whipped violently around them as the grey clouds once again began to form overhead. It was a while before the woman responded, and Kuroko must admit, he hadn't expected her to be so straight-forward.
"What of it?" She growled, pressing the knife harder against his throat.
Closing his eyes, the bluenette had to take several deep breaths to calm himself again. No matter how you believe you may react to a situation, you will never quite know what you would do until it happens. Having a knife held against his neck was a very eye-opening event, and he could say with 100% honesty that he was afraid. A few short hours before he had been lamenting his life, but now Kuroko was truly afraid. Everything that he ever cherished now flashed through his mind, and the bluenette really hoped that this wasn't the end.
The woman obviously wasn't pleased with the lack of response from Kuroko, as she dug her knee into his stomach and repeated her question.
"I said, what of it?!"
Tensing up, Kuroko opened his eyes and glared once more. Perhaps he shouldn't, but its in his nature to fight back. "I was just wondering how a woman as vile as you could possibly be that wonderful man's mother." He bit out, trying not to strain against the blade of the knife.
Though she scowled at the insult, her chest puffed in pride when Kuroko complimented Akashi. She must really be proud of her son.
"Of course that child is wonderful, I made sure he would take the right path."
"So is that why you abandoned him and faked your own death?" Kuroko growled. He truly resented this woman, not only for what she put him through, but the pain she caused the red-head as well. "Do you even have any idea how much pain he went through? How he felt when he thought you were dead? You and your husband must be very similar, both neglecting Akashi-kun like that!"
The knee against his stomach pressed harder as the woman snarled her response. "Don't you dare bring Masaomi into this! He was not at fault. And what the hell do you know?! You don't know a damn thing, so how the fuck can you assume that it was easy for me to leave my own son!" She barked, her tone now bordering on hysterical.
Gritting his teeth, Kuroko's eyes grew a few degrees colder. "You're right…" He agreed. "I don't know you. I don't know your husband either. But I do know Akashi-kun, and anyone who could put that man through so much pain deserves to go to hell!"
The bluenette spit out the words, forgetting about the blade he was under. He knew that one of the big reasons Akashi had even become a detective was because of what he thought happened to his mother. He had known that unbelievable pain, and he didn't want other families to go through the same thing.
"Let me tell you a little something about myself, Kuroko-kun. Something you don't know, something Masaomi and Seijuurou don't know." She began, tone slightly softer than before.
"You see, I grew up in a Mafia family." Nodding her head, a deranged smile appeared on her lips.
"Yup, a Mafia family. Masaomi didn't know this, of course. Otherwise his father never would have let him marry me."
Kuroko listened with slight apprehension as the woman began her story. He had absolutely no idea where this was going, but it wasn't like he really had any other choice at the moment.
…..
Masaomi stood still for a while, trying to drown out his son's subordinates. It was very clear that they wanted to call him, but the older red-head certainly wouldn't let that happen. He wanted his son as far away from this as possible. Masaomi had a very strong feeling that something horrible would happen, and he didn't want whatever it was to affect Seijuurou. That being said, its not as if Masaomi knew if anything would actually happen, but his gut feelings were usually right.
Closing his eyes, the older Akashi tried to think of where his wife and Kuroko would be. It had to be somewhere in the hospital, but the building was vast. It would take forever to search every corner. Then again, Masaomi didn't think Shiori would take the bluenette anywhere with a lot of people. So where the hell were they?
The sound of rain once again beginning to tap against the window drew Masaomi's attention. Glancing into the horizon, it suddenly hit him.
'That's it!'
Shiori had always loved everything about the sky, always saying something about it being endless and free. Getting his ass into gear, Masaomi rushed from the room, not caring if the others were following him. He had to get to Kuroko before anything happened to crush his son forever. Not only would he be heartbroken about the bluenette, but to learn that his supposedly dead mother was the cause? Well let's just say that it would be one of the worst possible outcomes.
…..
Kise, Aomine, and Momoi all stood in shock as Akashi Masaomi sprinted from the room and down that hallway. Glancing at each other, they nodded their heads. He obviously figured something out, and they needed to follow the older man if they wanted to know as well.
Just as they were about to leave the room to chase after the man, Kise's voice stopped them.
"What is it, Ki-chan?" Momoi asked, tone a bit impatient.
"Yeah, we have to go." Aomine sighed, everything about his body language screaming 'annoyed'.
"Guys, I really think we should call Akashicchi…" Kise said, actually serious for once.
Exchanging glances, Momoi and Aomine thought about it.
Wanting to strengthen his argument, Kise continued. "Its not fair for us to keep this from him, especially when its about Kurokocchi. He'll be absolutely heartbroken if anything happens to him and he couldn't protect him again." Stressing his point, the blonde retrieved his phone from his pocket and waved it around in the air.
Sighing, Aomine nodded. "I hate to say it, but Kise is right. I think we should call Akashi."
The pinkette glanced between the two, wondering when they stopped being complete idiots. She agreed with them. If Akashi found out that something happened to Kuroko, he'd be heartbroken. Not only that, but if something happened to Kuroko and he found out that they knew something about it, the three of them would be broken, period.
"Okay, I agree…" Pausing, she glanced between the two men.
"Not it!"
"Not it!"
"Not- Dammit!"
Kise swore as it was decided that he would call Akashi. Although he thought that they should tell the red-head, he didn't want to be the one to tell him. He would be killed! Maimed! Injured beyond recognition!
"Okay, you call him while we go find Akashi-san!" Momoi stated as she pulled Aomine out of the room, wagging her fingers as they disappeared around the corner.
"Shit…I am so screwed…"
…..
Akashi's heart nearly stopped as Kise repeated himself for a third time.
"We're at the hospital and well…Kurokocchi wasn't in his room…He's missing…"
The phone nearly dropped from his hand as his eyes grew wide. The red-head was pretty sure that he wasn't even breathing anymore.
'Tetsuya is missing?'
This can't be happening. Not when Akashi just got him back. They finally found each other again and everything was supposed to be alright! Once Kuroko got out of the hospital, Akashi was planning on giving him the world. He wanted to ask the bluenette to live together; heck, the red-head wanted to quit his job to be with him! They were going to travel the world doing whatever they wanted, whatever Kuroko wanted!
Akashi's breath was now coming in short pants as he began to panic. He knew he was about to hyperventilate, so he took a while to calm himself. After a few minutes, he heard Kise shouting into the phone, trying to get his attention.
Willing the bile back down his throat, the red-head lifted the phone back up to his ear.
"Akashicchi! Are you there?"
Swallowing, Akashi's mouth was suddenly extremely dry. "I'm here…" He managed, voice barely above a whisper.
"Aominecchi and Momoicchi followed your father and said that they're on the roof…"
'Father?'
That thought was pushed to the wayside as relief coursed through his veins. If he lost Kuroko again, the red-head was certain that he wouldn't be able to recover this time.
Holding the phone closely, Akashi whispered words of relief. "Oh thank God…"
"Uhhmm…" Kise began, not sure if he should continue.
"What is it?" The red-head snapped, tone a little harsher than he had intended.
"They also said that h-he…was being held a-at knife point…b-by some w-woman…" The blonde stuttered, obviously not wanting to deliver the news.
This time, Akashi didn't allow himself to panic. He didn't have time for that crap, not when Kuroko was going through hell again. Hanging up on Kise, the red-head grabbed his keys and jacket as he sprinted from his office, knocking into several people as he made his way to the exit.
'You're going to be okay, Tetsuya. I swear it, you'll be okay…'
Picking up the pace, Akashi made it to his car and jumped inside. He didn't even bother to put on his seatbelt – he didn't have the time. Screeching out of the parking garage, the red-head floored the gas pedal.
'Tetsuya will be okay. He's fine, I'll make sure of it…'
Trying to reassure himself, Akashi found himself speeding off to the hospital for the nth time out of who knows how many. Once everything was over, the red-head swore that he would get Kuroko away from all of this. No matter what it took, he would save Kuroko Tetsuya.