So I rewrote this several times. The first few versions were a lot more violent and bloody and I figured no one wanted that. If you did, I apologize. I could still do something to Okazaki I suppose.

Anyway, comments are appreciated as always.

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Everyone stood as the doctor who performed the surgery came over and introduced himself.

"How is he?" Akashi struggled to keep his voice steady.

"He's in a coma. We've done all we can. The rest is up to him. You can see him now."

The group looked from one to the other before nodding in unison and followed the doctor to the room where Kuroko was. Akashi stepped into the room first followed by the others.

The small body was hooked up to various life support machines and monitors. Bruises covered nearly every inch of Kuroko's body, but most were hidden by the white gauze bandages or hard casts. It was the same with the other evidence of those three days of torture. Most was hidden. They didn't need to see the evidence anyway. Most of them had watched it happen. Every broken bone. Every bruise. Every whip. Every cut. Every drop of blood. Every burn.

The reactions of the group were as mixed as their thoughts. Half of Midorima was doing his own calculations and analyzing Kuroko's conditions and the other half was begging him to stop because he was afraid of the end results. Kise was crying, but there was a subtle rage in his eyes that rarely rose to the surface. Aomine's rage wasn't even close to subtle though. He was pissed. All the anger he had felt watching the livestream was boiling in him again and he wanted nothing more than to kill the bastards who did this. Tetsu had been so damaged after they found him the first time. Aomine's rage was mixed with the fear of what it would be like when Kuroko woke up this time and all he could do was hold Kise close to one side and squeeze Murasakibara's hand on the other. Murasakibara was furious too. However, there was no fear in him, just an overwhelming desire to crush the ones who did this to his former teammate. All he could do was grip Aomine's hand in a death grip. Takao was in tears even if he didn't know Kuroko very well and even Furusawa was visibly upset. He didn't really know Kuroko at all, but watching him for three days straight, he felt a sort of pull to him. Nebuya, who didn't know Kuroko and had only seem bits and pieces of the livestream was visibly upset as well simply because no one deserved what the boy in the bed had been through and was still going through.

Of course, the most upset was Akashi. He was devastated and furious. Tears fell from his eyes without his permission and there was nothing he could do to stop them. His hands clenched into tight fists and his nails dug into the skin of his palms nearly breaking it. Without a word, he stormed from the room leaving the rest speechless. Nebuya and Furusawa shook themselves from their stupor and quickly followed their boss to the parking lot and the car.

"We're going to the cellar." Akashi ordered in a voice so cold it could freeze hell. Neither of his men bothered protesting or acknowledging. They got in the car and drove.

Once they arrived at the estate, Akashi headed down to the 'cellar'. The cellar was where they kept enemies imprisoned. It was a dark and unpleasant place, perfect for the trash rotting in it.

On the way down, Akashi pondered who to start with. Okazaki was the one behind all the hell Tetsuya had been through, but Hanamiya was the one who carried out the torture on his beloved. He decided on the latter and ordered the guards in charge of the cellar to fetch the bastard and bring him to the interrogation room. It was more like a torture room than an interrogation room and that's exactly what took place in it. Torture. Akashi's amber eye flashed dangerously and he sharpened his knives waiting for his victim. He would make Hanamiya pay. He would make them all pay. No one messes with Akashi Seijūrō and gets away with it. NO ONE.

Akashi surveyed the tools on the table as two guards dragged Hanamiya in and strapped him to a table. For once, Hanamiya's smug expression was nowhere to be found. Instead his face was consumed with a look of horror as his eyes met Akashi's blazing red and shinning amber eyes and his sadistic but calm grin.

"You didn't really think you would get away with your actions now did you?" Akashi taunted as he picked up a knife. His victim didn't reply, not that he was expecting or wanting one. The metal in his hand glinted dangerously even in the dim light much like Akashi's amber eye as he let the other 'him' assume control.

"Have you ever wondered what it would be like to skin a person alive?" Akashi smirked. "Or perhaps to cut away the limbs one at a time." The red head chuckled a bit as he lifted the knife and stabbed Hanamiya's hand. The latter screamed, but only for a moment before composing himself again. That, too, only lasted a moment, as Akashi dragged the blade up his arm in a deep but not fatal cut. Somewhat satisfied with the squirming and stifled screams of his victim he placed the knife back on the table and grabbed a scalpel.

"You know…." He placed the scalpel blade against Hanamiya's forehead and began with a small incision. "I saw this movie once. A man had the skin of his face removed while he was still alive." He continued the incision around the face in an oval as he described the scene. He set the scalpel down when he finished and grinned. Then slowly, agonizingly slow, as his victim screamed unable to keep it in any longer, Akashi pulled the skin from his face.

The guards in the room flinched slightly. It was a rather gruesome sight and perhaps the dim lighting only made it worse. What came next was worse though and most looked away, not wanting to watch another man castrated in front of them.

"Get him out of here." Akashi ordered.

"Should we treat him boss?" One of the men asked as they removed Hanamiya's restraints.

"Let him bleed in his cell. I'm leaving. I want a bath drawn and a car prepared to leave for the hospital in one hour!"

"What about Okazaki?"

"Let him squirm for a while." Akashi commanded as he left.

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By the way, if you don't know yet, I have two new stories up. The Fragile Phantom and Weightless Phantom.