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Chapter 13: Sacrificial Lamb

Aomine paced back and forth as he stood in the midst of the people in the evacuation area, he could hear the grumbling sound of the earth as if crying, the earthquakes had subsided and the rain as well, but the thunderstorm is yet to be finished. After Kise left a few local government official came to their apartment asking them to come with them to the evacuation area due to a sudden weather disturbance—of course Aomine knew those people were far off from knowing what exactly was happening, or if they did, they were hiding it under the pretence of a weather disturbance. Aomine wonder how this people simply acknowledge that, an earthquake and thunderstorms plus heavy rainfall isn't just weather disturbance. The covered gymnasium was being slowly filled with people, children and elderlies, teenagers and alike. The earthquake had eased but now many people are getting the fear of an incoming tsunami, they were far from the shore and definitely an elevated ground but there were others to worry about. Aomine waited as he watched the door looking for a familiar pink haired teenager. The signals were cut off making it impossible to reach her via phone. He could only hope for the best.

The teen could hear the cries of people who had someone left behind, they were begging the officials to search for them. The scene was both heart wrenching and frightening, the people were crying for the ones they have left—was the typical apocalypse. He clenched his hand to a fist shaking.

"My wife is still in there!"

"I'm sorry sir we cannot go back its dangerous outside."

Dangerous is an understatement, as much as Aomine would want to help, he knew better than anyone inside that covered gym it was best if they stay out of those angels' wrath. What could a human do against them? His eyes widen as he found his pink haired childhood friend entering with a blanket clutched close to herself, Aomine quickly ran to her. "Satsuki!" he called. The girl turned to her a wave of relief passed her face.

"Dai-chan!" she exclaimed before bursting into tears and hugging her best friend. "I'm so glad you're okay!"

"That should be my line, idiot." He returned as he pulled away, she looks fine despite looking quite shock and frightened. The girl looked around making Aomine raised an eyebrow, "Who're you looking for?"

"Dai-chan, where is Ki-chan?"

…

Himuro growled angrily as he stood there in the station, "I need to go to Tokyo now!" he exclaimed to the officer for the umpteenth time now. He was filled with frustration, fear and anxiety. He didn't know what the angel did but he found himself waking up, tucked in his bed with the purple haired angel nowhere to be found, the next thing he knew there came an earthquake, a fairly strong one. He didn't know where Murasakibara went but he knew it has something to do with that strange light, before the signals were cut off he was able to get a news that an ominous light appeared in the residential area in Tokyo and without a second thought he dashed to the station, but just like the hundred individuals they were not allowed to board the train.

"Sir we apologize but we cannot compromise your safety, there is very big weather disturbance that may affect the train's operations thus we cannot let you—"

"I have to go to Tokyo! Don't you understand?!" Himuro exclaimed, he had never thwarted like this with the authorities, not even when he was in U.S. but the impulse and fear for Murasakibara's safety was overpowering his rational thoughts. Even though he knew he was powerless against their opponents, he felt compelled to be there. He just have to. He felt his eyes sting in a way he felt tears would come spilling anytime soon, clenching his hand to a fist he paced back and forth before releasing a punch against the wall in frustration.

The way Murasakibara looked at him almost killed him inside. The looked in his eyes were dreadful almost parting. His chest felt painfully heavy every time he remembers it, and every time meant, every second he closes his eyes. A random woman walked to his side asking if he was okay and he shook his head. He fell to his knees, head against the wall.

"Is it your son?" the woman asked.

Himuro didn't know what to answer but tears started welling up his eyes, he just need to see Murasakibara. He bit his lower lip trying to calm himself. He felt like he just lose someone he won't be able to see anymore. What if…he truly has no intention of coming back anymore? It shattered Himuro as the realization sink in him, Murasakibara came here for this sole purpose and once he fulfil it—he was will just be one of the eight billion humans in this planet.

He doesn't matter in his life.

He was just as like others, another face in the crowd.

…

Murasakibara's eyes landed on the raven haired young man on the floor watching at the pale looking crimson haired young man. He blinked and realized what Midorima had got him to do, the crimson haired male's soul feels familiar, he was not mistaken—He's the vessel for Kuro-chin's sword. Just as expected from Midorima, the place was sturdy and very much safe for encasing Kuroko's sword, but he seemed injured. It puzzled him, surely Midorima could not hurt him, nor will Kuroko allow this to happen to his vessel—wait, not…allow? Someone…someone tried to kill him but failed and now…Kuroko is awakening. He turned to a window outside, the ray of light was starting to become—its not a good sign. Who is even brave enough to actually do this—there was only one.

"This is bad." Murasakibara said under his breath, if things comes to worse and Kuroko awakens, he will surely find Kagami soon and then do what he have to—it was like a programmed installed in his cells ever since he was created, and once all lever were pulled, nothing will ever stop the destruction. Every breathing creature on this planet save for him and the rest of the angels will die—including Himuro.

"What's happening?" Takao asked.

"Kuro-chin will wake very soon." He said almost in a hushed voice, "Everyone…is going down with earth."

Takao's eyes widen…he's…everyone…the earth, is going to die? "B-But…S-Shin-chan said that he'll do everything to—"

"When Kuro-chin wakes up not even Mido-chin could do anything."

The silence was deafening between them, Takao stared at Murasakibara's purple eyes, they were…filled with worry, the same expression he found on Midorima when he bid good bye to him. It was…sad. Somehow he found that all angels had that kind of eyes, like they have been seeking that kind of familiarity, that kind of refuge—like lost children. They were still bound to something and perhaps ot was their fate, the fact that they were angels and their fate was decided upon them the moment they were announced to exist. It was also why Takao hated it, it was like they were robots, never feeling, never showing anything, they own nothing yet have everything. They were such paradox. And somehow that brought them to this state, they have nothing so now that they experienced to hold something for themselves for the first time, they don't know how to feel about the moment they are close to losing it. But Takao could say so for himself. He was not as different from them, looking at his hand he could barely remember how it feels like to be angry, to be sad or to laugh honestly. After his father's death he had forgotten how it felt like to be really happy, how it felt like scared towards another person's life, and when Midorima came he remembered how it felt like when to be so frightened that someone may one day fall asleep and never wake up, how happy he could be in a silly display of denial of feelings.

I don't want this to end like this…

I haven't heard Shin-chan's answer yet

They say sometimes the kind of motivation doesn't matter, as long as it does it's job, and Takao understood it now. He sound silly with that kind of thought, but it made him remember again—he wasn't the kind of person who settles with divine law. He doesn't care about fate, humans after all for over a thousand years had thwarted against fate, why not do it now?

Smirking he turned to look at Kagami silently reassuring he'll do everything to help this angels stop the apocalypse, and secure Kuroko's safety. "Hey." He called Murasakibara, "Do you know…War…Hanamiya Makoto?"

Murasakibara's eyes widen before he frowned, "Hanamiya…how did you know about him?"

"He went to me." Takao said truthfully, "If he's war, there will be other horsemen, right?"

"What is it to you?"

"I want to speak with them."

Murasakibara opened his mouth to say how suicidal and stupid that idea is but looking at the raven haired man's eyes made him think twice about that matter, his silver blue eyes was blazed with a will he had never seen before. Humanity's special this way, their incompressible urge to change what they don't like about their fate—the display of freewill. Somehow Murasakibara had seen this before…from a silver gray eyes—

"I want to prove them wrong."

"I can't settle it like this," Takao said, "Just as I thought—I just have to do something."

Murasakibara nodded, of course—"I will try and summon them right now."

"You can do that?" Takao asked in disbelief. He didn't know convincing an angel would be this easy, were they that desperate as well to stop apocalypse?

"I can, but I was told never to unless ordered by Father." Murasakibara said before holding out his hand in front of him as if holding an invisible round object between his hands. A purple glow emitted his palms swirling and forming into a globe. Takao was awed with the display before him, the glow looked enchantingly beautiful, like the glow of Midorima's wings. They were strangely comforting to the senses.

"Then…why now?"

Murasakibara closed his eyes, remembering the fond memory of a certain raven haired confectioner. "I want to prove them wrong." He said with uncharacteristic smile. Suddenly the ball of energy exploded and the room was engulfed in a blinding light.

Takao's shielded his eyes with his arms from the light and when it finally settles down Takao heard a loud thud and a groan. Removing his arms he found standing between him and Murasakibara were three unfamiliar figures and Hanamiya with a smug look. There was a gray haired guy in dreadlocks with face kissing the floor, next to him was a black haired young man who didn't seem any older than any of them, he was wearing a black hoodie and a frown, behind them was a bulky man holding a bowl of katsudon for who know where. They all looked displeased. The guy in the hoodie sighed and turned towards the purple haired angel before quietly walking up to him. Takao had imagine the horsemen looking like Hanamiya, angry, mischievous, malicious, but the guy in the hoodie looked…sober? He look composed, young, and—Takao was startled when he flicked Murasakibara's forehead making the angel lower his head and nurse the pain. Scratch composed, the guy was smiling but he looks angry.

"You!" he growled, "Don't you know how to treat your elderlies!"

Takao sweat dropped at the scene, Murasakibara grumbled like a child to his uncle or grandfather muttering excuses which the other didn't take lightly, "You insolent child! You are way far too young to be talking in whisper when you are in front of me, did Kiyoshi didn't taught you any better!"

"Mou, he's not always there."

"Excuses, excuses, and more of it! You are just like your Father, listen, I am a very busy man, today is a special day, of course you know that, but should you be teleporting me to this place? This barren, dark, ugh, Murasakibara Atsushi had you hit your head, you are not even allowed to—"

"Excuse me."

The man stopped and turned towards the source of voice, his eyes widen as his met with the silver blue ones. One of the most rare eyes he had ever seen, the eyes that only appeared once every human generation—the hawk's eyes. He turned and found another person beside him lying on the floor, he was surprised, he didn't thought he'd see him ever—Sword's vessel—looking at him Nijimura found the other was injured, the wound is fatal but somehow his body was doing something to repair itself. Strange, perhaps it the sword's effect on the vessel? He turned to Murasakibara again, could it be…he summoned them for this?

"H-Hi, uhm, as much as I hate to cut in, I had more pressing matters on hand." Takao started, "My name is—"

"Takao Kazunari, 24 years old, doctor." The bulky man said as he chew and took another spoonful, Takao wondered how can he eat at a times like this? "We know you, and that guy too."

Takao nodded, "I'm sorry for bringing you out here but I am sure one of you know something, I-I mean a way to stop this."

Hanamiya raised a brow smirking, "And what makes you think so?"

"I just had a feeling," Takao said, "You're the four horsemen, the angels are even scared of you guys—I'm sure you have something, I know you know something, we have to stop the apocalypse."

"We have to?" Hanamiya said chuckling, "Who do you mean we? Because we don't really care."

"Hanamiya is right." The guy in the hoodie said, "I am Death, Nijimura Shuuzo. And honestly, to tell you young man, we don't care that much. For you this is the worst dilemma your kind has faced, but to us, this is just as simple as a family dinner gone wrong. When its done we go back to our own rooms and wait for the next day. We don't get much benefit or disadvantage."

"But people are gonna die!"

"People will always die." Nijimura said quietly, "What's the big deal."

Takao engaged into a staring contest with the four men. "I cannot accept that." He said with trembling voice.

"Its your problem not ours," The gray haired guy in dreadlocks said shrugging.

"You…do you know how can we stop apocalypse?"

Nijimura stared back at him without saying a word, and they were interputted with a huff from Nebuya who had finally finished his bowl of rice, "So what if we do, what are you gonna do?"

"EVERYTHING."

An erratic maniacal laughter erupted from Hanamiya, Nijimura stared at Takao, the guy in dreadlocks raised an eyebrow while the bulky man smirked. "You are something." Hanamiya said as he stopped himself from laughing, "I mean are you stupid? What do you even got?"

"My sou—"

"We're not demons Takao." Nijimura said knowing what Takao would say, "We don't take contracts and take souls as collateral."

"Then—" Takao's eyes widen, he remember something Hanamiya said to him back in the hospital, the reason why he went personally to see him. "My eyes then!"

Nebuya smiled. "Wow, you're brave, huh?"

"Brave or stupid." Haizaki said laughing

Nijimura lifted his chin smiling widely, everything seems like just as he predicted it. "You got my attention now."

Takao found Murasakibara's eyes narrowed at Nijimura, looks like was caught off guard that Nijimura would be interested in something as petty as human eyes. But looks like he was right about his bargain this time. He cannot let this slip. "I will bargain my eyes with the information." Takao announced bravely. "In return for my eyes, I want information that can stop Michael's awakening!"

"Takao-chin." Murasakibara called him with a frown, "Mido-chin wouldn't—"

"I don't need these eyes if I die! I won't need this eyes if every single human being on this planet is gonna die anyway!"

Nijimura smirked, his soul is radiating a kind of light he had almost mistook for a fire, a blazing amazing fire. Free will, huh? Well it is indeed beautiful. "I like it your furry, I mean, its amazing." He walked close to him with a smile. His silver blue eyes glisten, one of earth's rarest eyes, the eyes that could see with the range of a hawk and yet could have this rare beautiful color—only one every human generation could possess such eyes. Honestly this is Nijimura's first time ever to have such close encounter with the Hawk's eyes, though he had heard of it before he never had the chance to personally reap the souls of those who had them, this was his first time seeing it on close encounter, and to a live human as well. "We have a deal." Offering a handshake.

"Whoa not so fa—" Haizaki was cut off when Nijimura sent him an icy glare.

"Do you want me to reap you as well?"

Nobody spoke and a pregnant silence fell on them nothing but the sound of thunder roaring outside could be heard. Takao moved and slowly raised his hand to reach to Nijimura's offered hand.

Murasakibara's eyes widen, "Takao-chin—"

"Deal." Takao answered quickly as he accepted the handshake.

Nijimura smiled, "Alright then," he said breaking the handshake, "There is indeed a way to stop Michael's awakening, it was a secret Fate and I shared—" looking tentatively at Murasakibara he closed his eyes, "And something Kiyoshi had only recently discovered."

Murasakibara's eyes widen at the mention of that name. Takao looked at him with confusion, "Who is…Kiyoshi?"

"Father…" Murasakibaara answered his voice quivering in swirling emotions, "Father knew…why didn't he do anything!" Takao was shocked when the composed almost unfeeling angel suddenly burst out like that, his voice echoed and shook the place, his bored expression was changed into an expression filled with rage and frustration.

Nijimura was quiet for a moment, "Trust me…he's doing all he can." His voice was quiet almost whispering but Takao caught his words before he spoke louder, "In every great episode in the bible, what do they all have in common?"

Takao furrowed his brows thinking, what was indeed most common of every great episode in the bible. God? No surely not, the answer was too easy if that is so. The evil guy? Well…there is one always in every bible story but there has to be something else. Then it clicked to Takao, he remember in his Theology class—Abraham and his only son, the reason why Cain killed Abel, the blood of lamb put on the doorframes of the Jews during Passover, and Jesus Christ himself. "A sacrifice." Takao answered.

"Correct." Nijimura answered, "A Sacrificial Lamb, the lamb's life force will seal his powers back as well as ultimately destroy the link between him and the apocalypse. Meaning the sacrificial lamb will ultimately end the apocalypse, sealing it so it nothing alike will befall on this planet ever again."

"The ultimate sacrifice." Nebuya said finalizing it.

"But." Hanamiya intercepted making Nijimura frown, "But there is catch isn't there?" he said smirking evilly, the kind of smirk that makes Takao want to puke all the contents of his stomach.

"Of course there is." Haizaki added making Nijimura sigh.

"The life force had to be great." Nijimura said, "When I mean great, I mean powerful, there are few ccases when humans have such immense life force—but that is a few, rare cases. That case includes that human lying next to you, but you cannot use him because that will of course backfire."

Takao nodded and turned to Murasakibara who had pulled his poker face, "Murasakibara-san?" he called, "Please relay the information to the others, could you go with them and relay this message?"

"I cannot do that Mido-chin said—"

"Aren't you supposed to be proving them wrong?" He said with a smile, "I will be alright."

Murasakibara turned to look at Nijimura, and the rest. Hanamiya sigh and shrugged, "I got nothing better to do." He said before suddenly disappearing. Haizaki grumbled something under his breath before he disappeared. Nebuya turned to Nijimura then to Takao before smirking, "Oh well good luck stopping the end of the world." He said before disappearing. Nijimura stood there and turned to the purple haired angel.

"I'll just get the end of the bargain." Nijimura said reassuring the other, "You may want to be quick on your feet after all, time is running out."

Murasakibara turned to Takao again and the doctor smiled, "Please do everything, and don't tell Shin-chan what I did."

Murasakibara nodded, if Himuro was here, he was sure he'd do this as well. He would do what Takao did, knowing him. And he was sure that he wuldd not be an inch pleased if his sacrifices were be in vain just because he feared for his safety. Humans were that way, humans were strange that way, they seem to love thwarting against Fate. But it was the greatest, most admirable part of their kin. They change the thing that they do not like, and they accept what they cannot change. They were…miracles themselves. They were the ones who make miracles. Spreading out his wings Murasakibara went to the front door walking slowly. One day when all of this end, this was something he would be proud to tell the others about.

The miracle of change.

…

Momoi's eyes widen as Aomine gave her the answer she was waiting for, in fit of all her frustration she grabbed the front of Aomine's shirt, the first time in her entire life she found herself angry towards him. In all their seventeen years of being childhood best friends this was the first time she ever felt angry towards the tanned male. Staring at his eyes he found the pain in those cobalt eyes yet he let him go, how could he do that? "Why did you let him on his own?!" Momoi found herself raising her voice slightly shaking the other in hope to shake some senses back to his brains. "Why did you let Ki-chan on his own?! He might be scared right now o-or lost, w-what if he's injured?! Dai-chan do you even care?!"

Aomine held Momoi's wrist trying to pry off her hands off him, despite all Momoi's raising of her voice nobody seems to pay much attention thinking perhaps it was one of the panic moments of people who are in the middle of crisis, natural occurrence they could say. Aomine knew it was a stupid decision, he knows the very moment he let those words slip his lips, he knew the price to pay when he did that, the chances—but Kise wasn't his to begin with. Was he even worthy of him? This is a battle for him to fight, and as annoying it was to admit, he cannot do anything of it. He wanted to protect Kise, but he was only human, he wanted to be someone worthy of him but probably to the blonde angel he was just…he will just be a good memory of his stay on earth.

"Why? Why did you let him go?" Momoi whispered hands sliding off Aomine's shirt, the pink haired girl lightly punched Aomine's chest. "You gave up on so many things, I-I tried to understand you Dai-chan, but this time I can't! How can you give up on Ki-chan?! How can you let him go—"

"Because I love him!" Momoi's eyes widen ass he heard that confession. Aomine had lost this side of his frankness back in middle school, something Momoi had thought had been washed away with Aomine's innocence. Since high school Aomine had hid himself in his rough exterior, bad mouth, and short temper, this was the first time she had heard him ever to speak his heart without minding how probably he sounded peculiar. "I…let him go because I know I have to and there isn't anything I could do but that. You don't understand probably the secret he holds but in that issue, honesty I'm hopeless, I can't do anything to help him, what could I ever do for him than give him at least his freedom?"

Momoi stepped back, Aomine's eyes were full of regret, she honestly didn't know what Aomine feels like. A pain of broken heart could never be easily compared. Momoi was glad and somehow sad for his best friend. It didn't bother her that Aomine liked Kise, damn if there was anything he's actually booting for those two, she liked the Aomine when he was with Kise, his eyes were brighter on the court, he looked fiery and more pumped up, as if the tanned male had found the reason to breathe again. But right now they glisten with an emotion almost breaking her to bits. She had after all treated and thought of him like a brother.

"I…I'm sorry." Momoi said almost barely above whisper.

"Its…its alright." Aomine replied trying to recompose himself.

Sighing as he ran a hand through his hair he turned and bumped to someone, he heard a loud thud making him turn to his victim.

"Yo, sorry man." He said to the boy on the floor.

"Oh my, are you okay?" Momoi asked in panic before running towards the boy sitting on the gym floor. Momoi tilted her head, somehow, this boy looks awfully…familiar. Messy brown locks, slightly rosy tanned skin, small frame.

Aomine offered a hand for the fallen boy and the boy accepted pulling himself in his feet. "I-I'm sorry I wasn't looking!" the boy apologized bowing his head almost perfectly in a right angle. Aomine raised a brow, somehow his shaking voice and apology reminded him of their shooting guard back in Too, Sakurai. The boy raised his head looking pale as hell and he look quite…scared? "I-I'm sorry!" the boy repeated again. This time something clicked in Aomine's memory, this boy…looks extremely…familiar.

"Can I help you?" Aomine asked noticing something the boy held in his hand. It was a cheap looking wrist watch with a red belt, he was clutching it terribly close to his chest as he tried toa void an eye contact with Aomine. "Hey, buddy, can I help you?" he repeated.

The boy nodded, "I…I was wondering…i-if you happened to have seen a guy, h-he has uhm, this weird scarlet hair, a-and uhm…really bright red eyes, p-pale s-skin, his name is A-Akashi Seijuuro, p-perhaps have you seen someone like that?"

Aomine raised a brow, he had heard that description before. A guy with pale skin, scarlet hair, red eyes…Akashi Seijuuro—

"He has scarlet hair, a-and uhm bright red eyes like fire, a-and pale skin—that's Akashi-chi."

Aomine blinked at the brown haired boy, how did he—

"Ah! You're Furihata of Seirin!"

Aomine turned to Momoi who exclaimed those words—Furihata…He looked at the boy, messy brown locks, those terrified eyes, small frame, trembling figure, slightly tanned skin-

Furihata Kouki of Seirin!