Kasamatsu and the 7 Miracles

Chapter Seven: A Threat

Kasamatsu sat on his chair, biting the eraser of his pencil. He chewed on it, distracted by his thoughts. The dark haired teenager sighed quietly and stared at the teacher in boredom, who was currently explaining some problem which Kasamatsu already knew the answer to. He turned his head and studied the guy who sat next to him.

He could not remember the guy's name for the life of him, but he did know that Imayoshi talked to him often. The guy almost reminded Kasamatsu of his old friend, Kobori. Almost.

By the time the bell rang, Kasamatsu decided to go use the bathroom before his next class started. He passed by a group of students who were talking about skipping the rest of their school day, making the responsible third year roll his eyes. Once he did his business, Kasamatsu returned to class and the day continued.

When school ended, Kasamatsu gathered all his things and departed from class. He soon found himself standing in front of the 2nd gymnasium. "What are you doing here, Kuroko?" Kasamatsu asked, noticing the pale blue haired first year.

Said teenager looked mildly surprised for a moment before his face went back to being expressionless. "Club activities," Kuroko spoke, making it sound as if it was the most obvious thing in the World.

"Technically we aren't a real club yet." Kasamatsu rubbed his face tiredly, fighting back a yawn. "You know what... Do what you want. I just... I want to ask you something about this afternoon."

Kuroko seemed to stop with what he was about to do and instead focused his attention on Kasamatsu. "What is it?"

'The way he's feigning innocence is kinda pissing me off...' Kasamatsu thought, chewing on his bottom lip slowly. "I- I wanted to know wh- why you... ki- kis-"

"Hey, Kasamatsu-san!"

"That's Kasamatsu-senpai." Kasamatsu corrected automatically without any thought. He paused and then realized that he could not finish asking Kuroko his question. Although, by the looks of it, the blue eyed teen seemed to know what Kasamatsu was about to ask him.

Takao came up next to the raven haired third year and casually swung his arm around his neck. "I'm here to help!"

At Takao's announcement, Kasamatsu made a face and tilted his head in questioning, shrugging off the first years arm on impulse as he spoke, "Help? Help with what?" He asked.

"Cleaning, duh." There it was; that same tone of voice - the one where his answer should have been pretty damn obvious. "We still need to clean all the equipment, right, Kuroko?"

"That's right, Takao-kun."

"Okay, why do I feel as if you two are ganging up on me - and you," Kasamatsu points to Kuroko, his eyes narrowed, "Don't avoid my question."

"Which question was that, Kasamatsu-senpai?" Kuroko asked, making Kasamatsu want to smack the shorter teenager.

"You just... Never mind." Kasamatsu whispered the last part, turning his attention away with a small frown that could easily have been mistaken for a pout. "If you want to stay behind and clean stuff, then be my guest. I'm going home." The steely-blue eyed teen decided, double-checking that he had all of his stuff with him before turning on his heel.

He would have made it out the doors (honestly, he never even noticed when he entered the gym) if not for when he opened it, seeing the same green haired first year he met he other day standing there.

"Kasamatsu-senpai," Midorima said in greeting, stopping the third year from going anywhere. "Akashi needs to see you."

"No." Kasamatsu shook his head, eyes glued to the ground, missing the way Midorima's eyes widened a fraction for a brief second. "You can tell that guy - you- your master - that if he wants to see me so badly, he could come get me himself."

With that, Kasamatsu stormed past Midorima and continued on down the hallway. The green haired teenager stood still for a moment until Kasamatsu's words finally processed in his mind. The tall first year turned spun on his feet and followed after the third year, anger and annoyance getting the best of him. Midorima caught up in a moments time and stopped his short haired upperclassman by grabbing his arm.

Kasamatsu halted and reeled around, glare set on his face. He realized that by potentially messing with the first year, it could ruin his chances of not only losing him to the team, but Akashi as well. Despite having that knowledge, Kasamatsu tore his arm away from Midorima and yelled at him, "What is your problem?"

"I am not his pet." Midorima hissed out, glaring down at Kasamatsu though his long eyelashes. "So don't treat me as such."

Kasamatsu snorted and looked away. "I don't believe you. If you aren't his beloved little pet, then why are you here in the first place? Akashi sent you, didn't he?"

Midorima remained silent, fuming at Kasamatsu's words because he could not deny the fact that he was here on Akashi's orders. "I'm not his dog." The green eyed male muttered under his breath, glaring at the wall.

Despite school ending nearly fifteen minutes ago, the hallway was void of any other students, aside from Kasamatsu and Midorima. Kasamatsu shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest, "Then prove it."

"What do you mean?"

"Prove you don't follow every order he gives you." Kasamatsu smirked suddenly. He vaguely wondered if he could possibly use this to his advantage and get Midorima to join the basketball club.

It was Midorima's turn to shake his head, scoffing at the third year's words. "You confuse me."

"Maybe it's only confusing because it's so new."

"I don't understand you..." Midorima whispered, glancing at Kasamatsu out of the corner of his eyes. "How am I supposed to prove that?"

"Well," Kasamatsu started, mulling over the idea. "Instead of dragging me down to the student council office, just tell him that you couldn't find me."

"Lie." Midorima deadpanned, finally fully facing Kasamatsu.

"Yes, lie."

"To Akashi." The teen seemed to stress the name, unable to get over the nonsensical idea.

Kasamatsu sighed, "You're impossible." The black haired male decided, a faint smile of amusement on his face.

Midorima seemed to ponder the words Kasamatsu spoke, as well as study the expression he had on his face. "I still don't understand you, but I'm going to leave now." He announced, leaving Kasamatsu alone in the hallway.

Kasamatsu exhaled slowly once the back of Midorima disappeared down another hallway. He looked around, half expecting Akashi or someone else to come out of nowhere. When nothing happened, Kasamatsu used that chance to leave the school and head back home, like how he originally planned to do.

As Kasamatsu walked through the gates of his oh-so-prestigious high school, he could not help but feel mildly worried about how his school day would go. He wondered if Midorima got in trouble with Akashi for lying to him. If he did, did anything happen to him? or was Akashi's anger instead focused on Kasamatsu himself? So many questions occupied Kasamatsu's brain; thinking up various answers and solutions that could solve any problems that arose.

Due to the third year being so distracted from real life, he did not notice he was already in class, sitting in his seat, until the teacher called his name. "Here," Kasamatsu answered quickly, glancing up at his homeroom teacher. His heart beat loudly in his chest and Kasamatsu looked back at the top of his desk, inwardly cursing himself for not paying closer attention to anything. The teacher proceeded with roll-call, and Kasamatsu soon drowned out the teachers voice as he absentmindedly pulled out all of the things he needed for first period.

Kasamatsu only began to pay attention to their instructor when he started to talk about English grammar. After his explanation, the teacher handed out some pieces of paper to everyone, saying how he wanted all of them to 'try their very best' at practicing their English phrases.

The steel-blue eyed teen was about to begin with the task, taking the cap off his pen, the tip touching the paper, but the sudden whispers of his classmates made him stop. The raven head glanced around and followed everyone's gaze to the door, which was opened to reveal a very, very tall guy.

At first glance, Kasamatsu thought that the titan was a teacher, but after further inspection, he quickly came to realize that the purple haired guy was actually a student.

The student had to duck his head to enter the classroom, making everyone whisper even more. Kasamatsu swallowed hard when his eyes met tired, yet ravenous and cold purple orbs. The third year looked away when the towering student approached him, taking the lollipop out of his mouth. "Sensei," the cold yet strangely childish tone made Kasamatsu sink further into his seat, his mind running through multiple reasons on why he was here, standing in front of his desk.

"Yes, Mu- Murasakibara-kun?" The teacher's voice wavered.

'This is Murasakibara?'

"I need to borrow this." Murasakibara drawled out, sticking the half-bitten lollipop back in his mouth as he used his other hand to grab Kasamatsu's wrist. He pulled Kasamatsu out of his desk with a ghost of a smile on his face, "Akachin really wants to see him."

'Shit.'

Being dragged rather forcefully through the halls, straight towards the student council room was not how Kasamatsu pictured his day would start. Trying to pull his wrist free from the strong first year was futile, so Kasamatsu gave up on that idea, deciding that he could try to reason with him.

"Don't you think we should wait until after class is over, at least?" He asked.

"Akachin said you'd try to run away."

Kasamatsu frowned, knowing he could not deny that he would run, if he knew that they would be coming for him. "Shouldn't you be in class, then?"

"No."

"..." Kasamatsu silently eyed the candy-eating teen warily before turning his gaze away. "Why?" He asked, genuinely curious.

"We get special privileges."

"Be 'we', you mean the student council members?"

"Mmhmm."

"... Why didn't Akashi send Midorima to come and get me?" Murasakibara stopped moving and tilted his head to the side as if wondering the same thing. However, the tall purple eyed first year did know the reason. "Midochin failed in his task yesterday." He stated simply, continuing on dragging Kasamatsu down the stairwell.

"Akachin didn't like that..." He whispered, unknowingly tightening his grip on Kasamatsu's wrist harder than before.

Kasamatsu stared at Murasakibara's whitening knuckles, causing his heart to race with the thought of something that could have happened to make the teen seem so... so frightened.

As soon as they were standing outside the door to their destination, Murasakibara let go almost instantly and Kasamatsu moved to rub his sore wrist. The purple haired student council member opened the door and lightly pushed Kasamatsu inside the room.

Kasamatsu felt like he was at prison, being hauled around and pushed into rooms. He tore his glare away from Murasakibara and looked around the room until his eyes landed on Akashi. "Just tell me what you want, Akashi." He demanded with narrowed eyes.

Akashi arched his eyebrow, looking rather amused at Kasamatsu's demand. "Yukio-san, please have a seat." The monochromatic teen motioned to the couch with a smile that did not exactly give off any pleasant feelings on his face.

"No, thanks." Despite the glare Akashi gave him and the frown that followed, Kasamatsu still stood, watching out of the corner of his eyes as Murasakibara moved to stand by Akashi's side.

"Yukio-san, you are very dangerous to me."

Kasamatsu replied, "I'm sorry to hear that."

"Because of you, I'm sad to say that Shintarou could not be here today." Akashi continued on without missing a beat, acting as if Kasamatsu had not said anything at all.

Kasamatsu froze at the mention of Midorima's name. "What did you do to him?" He demanded quietly after a moment of hesitating.

"Oh, I didn't do anything to harm Shintarou." Akashi replied, raising his hands in a gesture of innocence. He pushed himself out of his chair and walked around his desk, towards Kasamatsu. "In fact, I didn't do anything at all."

"Right." Kasamatsu responded bitterly. "So, care to explain how and why I'm such a big threat to you? Because I really don't understand."

"I'm afraid you already know, so explaining would be a wast of my time. As you know, I don't like my time being wasted." Akashi had all pleasant expressions on his face, however the aura surrounding him was quite the opposite of pleasant. "I'm just trying to decide the best method." The red head student announced, pursing his lips in thought.

"What do you mean?" Kasamatsu demanded, not liking the sound of where the 'conversation' was going.

"I need to keep an eye on you, obviously." Akashi remarked, his arrogant smile never once faltering. "I'm only trying to decide on how to do so."

"Okay, seriously. I don't know why you decided to make me your target for all this bullshit, nor do I know what the fuck your deal is, but this whole joke is going way too far." Kasamatsu growled out, feeling his limits about to snap.

The smirk on Akashi's face melted into a cold, hard line, all seriousness etched onto his pale face. "This isn't a joke, Kasamatsu Yukio. How could us switching bodies possibly be a joke? You know as well as I do that that really happened."

Akashi's sudden change in demeanor sent a chill down Kasamatsu's spine, causing him to take a step back from the younger teen. Akashi noticed this and took another step forward, "I know you know there is something going on at this school, so don't think about playing dumb. I know that you were chosen, which makes you a threat to me."

"Chosen for what, exactly?" Kasamatsu's voice was shaky, and honestly, he did not know how he managed to find it and speak, but he did. "You may think I know everything, but I know jack-shit about this school. All I know is that it is weird and filled with bastards like you who think they run the place." His voice wavered as he spoke, glaring down at Akashi who had managed to back him into the door with his realization.

"Either you're lying or you're more smarter than you look, Yukio-san." Akashi chuckled, finally backing off as his posture relaxed.

Kasamatsu ignored Akashi's words as he moved away from the shorter male, his brain and heart running a mile a minute. "I'm going back to class." The steel-blue eyed teenager muttered bitterly, his hand gripping the door knob.

From across the room, Murasakibara made to move, possibly to stop him or whatever, but Akashi held his hand up and the purple haired giant stopped in his tracks. Kasamatsu turned around and opened the door, his heart still pounding unpleasantly in his chest.

"You may go, but I must inform you that I do pretty much run this school, Yukio-san. The students practically fear me, as do the teachers. You, along with a select group, are the only ones I grant free range of this school to."

Without wanting to hear another word from Akashi's mouth, Kasamatsu just shook his head and opened the door. He felt a cold breeze brush past him from the force of opening the door, and walked out quite quickly, eager to get away from the inside student council president.

One thought however had Kasamatsu stop a few feet outside the door. He turned around and looked Akashi in the eyes once more, "If you want to watch me so badly - keep an eye on me or whatever you want to call it - then you should come by the gym after school tomorrow."

You know, I feel kinda bad for poor Kasacchi D;

~WinterAssassin~