Hello! Finally I've finished this chapter. It's the longest I've ever written. Hope you enjoy it and please tell me what do you think about this chapter in the review.

Kuroko no Basket is not mine. It belongs to Fujimaki Tadatoshi.

Accidents

Chapter IX – Troubles III

"Have you finished?"

Akashi stepped out of the basement with a satisfied smirk. A german shepherd walked out beside him. He walked out and saw his father reading a book on the armchair. His father barely turned to him when he asked.

"Yes" Akashi nodded. The dog settled down beside him. His father turned to him and signaled the servants that were standing behind him to go into the basement. Akashi walked to the chair in front of his father and sat down. He picked the book he had been reading up and continued reading it.

Minutes later, the servants carried out of the basement. The man was a messed, judging from his wet clothes and his messy hair.

"Ichirō, your son is a fucking bastard." Kenji said mockingly, but there's no hate in his eyes. "He reminds me of you when we're young."

"What has he done?" Ichirō asked without taking his eyes from the book. A small smirk tucked on his lips.

"What has he done?! You must be joking!" Kenji whined. "First he made me drank that tons of red-bean low fat drinks! I hate red-bean! And then he forced me with that intimidated aura he gets from you to make me run around the room until I felt likes dying!"

"I didn't force you. I said; 'please drink this.'." Akashi said without taking his eyes from the book he's reading. The dog beside him perked its head up and snarled quietly at Kenji before it continued sleeping. "Then Daichi snarled and he just drank all of his son favorite drinks. And it's not 'tons' it's just 3 liters."

"You forced me to run!"

"I said; 'please get some exercises.'." Akashi still said with his usual calm voice. One of his hands petted the dog, Daichi, with an innocent smile on his face. "Then Daichi snarled and you started running around until you collapsed and vomited."

"And then he started to drown me!"

"I just asked for cold water for him to wash his face." Akashi shrugged, his eyes were still focusing on the book. "They put the bucket down and left. He was still laying there even when I said he should wash his face. I figured that pouring all of the water to his face in one go wouldn't hurt, so I just did it for him."

"Your son is a devil!"

Midorima Kenji pouted liked a child. Akashi Ichirō sighed in annoyance.

"Kenji, you ruined my son and his friends' lives and you called him devil?"

Kenji just sighed and said.

"Look, I'm sorry. Maybe I just take it too far..."

"I'm sorry to interrupt sir!"

Suddenly, the chief butler of the Akashi's house in Kyoto walked into the room.

"What is it?"

Both Akashi snapped their head at him.

"Mibuchi-san has phoned from the Rakuzan camp." The chief butler reported. "It's an emergency."

Midorima didn't know how long he had passed out. He remembered Takao running to him. His face was full with worry and fear. Midorima remembered Takao hugged him and scooped him up in his arms, asking what happened and where was Miyaji-senpai. He remembered seeing Kimura-senpai and others asking him about Miyaji. But all he could do was choking out only three words before he blacked out.

"...yakuzas caught him."

Midorima woke up again with soreness and pain. He blinked before someone was shouting that he's up. And then someone said he would go get the coach.

"Shin-chan! Shin-chan, are you alright?"

Takao's blur face came in his sight. Midorima blinked, where was his glasses.

"Here"

Liked Takao could read his mind, his glasses was placed on his face. Midorima blinked again before he spoke.

"Takao?"

"Yes, thank God you're awake!" Takao exclaimed and hugged him tightly. Midorima grunted but he didn't try to back away. Actually, he felt safe in these arms.

"How long have I been out?"

Midorima asked.

"About 30 minutes, since you passed out in the mountain. We have just arrived less than 5 minutes, we're preparing to tend your wounds."

Takao answered, still hugging him. Midorima sighed, at least he felt safe in this arms. And thinking of safety, a shiver ran down his spine.

"Miyaji-senpai!"

Midorima exclaimed and looked around the room. All Shutoku players were there, excepted for Ootsubo and Miyaji.

Suddenly, a door slid opened and Nakatani came in, followed by Ootsubo, Shirogane and Mibuchi.

"Are you okay?"

Ootsubo asked. Midorima nodded and turned to Nakatani.

"Coach! The yakuzas have Miyaji-senpai."

"We know." Nakatani said. "You had said before passing out..."

"Excuse me" Mibuchi suddenly interrupted. Everyone turned to him. "I hate to be impolite, but did the yakuzas you see have tattoos at their arms as crabs?"

"Yes, but how did you know?"

Midorima asked, frowning.

"This is bad." Shirogane said. "No, worst."

"What? What's going on?"

Midorima asked, turning around to see that everybody's eyes were covered with concern and fear.

"We just got news that there're gangsters wandering in this area." Takao said. "They all have crab tattoos. They're known of drugs and human trafficking."

"Midorima" Nakatani said. "Tell us everything that happened after I left you and Miyaji until you met Takao."

Hayama was running, running at the speed that he wouldn't think he could run. He ran through the village to the mountain park. On the way, he picked his cellphone and called Akashi.

'Kotarō'

"They've Miyaji, I'm going to get him back."

'Reio had just phoned me about the situation...'

"Akashi, I know the place, I'm going to get him back." Kotarō said, cutting Akashi off. Normally he wouldn't do that but he would apologize later. "I know what they can do and what they will do. I won't risk his life with this. They have threatened my father before, and they won't hesitate to harm Miyaji-san."

Akashi was silent for a second.

'Then what can I do for you?'

"Contact my father, telling him I'm going into their lairs and please use your surname to summon those polices to here." Hayama said. "I'm nearly at the mountain, the signal will be terrible."

'I'll see what I can do. Be careful Kotarō.'

"I will."

Hayama said and hung up. He ran up a small hill to the entrance of the park. The sun was setting, it's getting dark. Hayama ran into the park and started running up the mountain.

When he was around eleven years old, he came visited his grandmother at this village at summer. He stayed with her for weeks, and spent most of his time in the afternoon in this park while his grandmother was busy with her housework. Hayama went up and down the mountain for hours, exploring it until one day he had discovered the old paths of the park. They're all abandoned for thirty years but Hayama went explored them anyway. He explored them until one day he ended up in front of the old lair of gangsters.

At that time he thought that it must be an old pavilion that was built with the old path. He even found out that some wood that was the floor of the pavilion could be taken out and there was a small empty basement under it. Hayama also discovered an empty cabin and an empty cottage that were on the old paths. Hayama didn't know that all of the places he had discovered were once owned by yakuzas nearly twenty years ago before the police wiped them out from this area and the places were left abandoned. He knew it when his father told him about those gangsters and also told him about their history.

This crab tattoo gangsters were called the Hanakani (flower crab). Their name may sound cute but all they did were selling drugs and doing their human trafficking business. The Hanakani had around 300 members when being wiped out 20 years ago, left with only 50. They built their gang up again. The Hanakani had around 400 members when the police wiped them out again. This time they're left only 20. No one had thought that they would come back to their old bases, but they did.

Hayama had visited this park last year, visiting his grandmother before she moved to live with them in Kyoto. He had walked around the park and all the old paths, visited every abandoned places. He just had never thought that he would have known its history, and he would have to visit them again.

Hayama just laughed to himself, he knew he was so stupid. He would get himself killed just approaching them. But, he just couldn't stand knowing that Miyaji was with them and did nothing. He hoped that they didn't kill Miyaji already, hoped that their greed to sell Miyaji in the black market would keep Miyaji alive long enough.

But Hayama wasn't an ordinary teenager either.

He was trained, and not only in basketball.

Hayama hoped that it would be enough to keep himself and Miyaji alive.

Mibuchi listened to Midorima's story quietly. He's gladded that Midorima was alive and got only scratches. But he's worried about another Shūtoku player. He hoped that Hayama wouldn't do something stupid after he knew that Miyaji was with those gangsters. Mibuchi decided that he needed to call Akashi again. The red hair assigned him to call after Midorima had regained his conscious anyway.

After Midorima had finished his story, everyone was silent. Worry and fear filled their face. But before anyone could break the silent, Nebuya bursted in.

"I can't find Hayama!" Nebuya said. "He must have gone to the mountain."

"Are you sure?!"

Mibuchi's head snapped to Nebuya along with others'.

"Yes! I have run around twice and saw not even a shadow. I've asked the towns people around here and they said they saw a teenager wearing Rakuzan jersey running to the park!"

"Holy Shit!"

Miyaji remembered being surrounded by those junks. Then one of them knocked him unconscious. When he regained his conscious again, he was in a dim room. His ears picked up conversation and he decided to listen carefully.

"Why don't we just kill him?"

"He's pretty! Besides, we still need him to tell us where his friend is. And with those little rabbit ears, his price will be huge in the market I suppose."

"Don't you think that Takahiro and others has his fucking friend right now? How far can a little kid go alone. This mountain is big. I think he falls, breaks his neck and dies already."

"You can't be so sure."

"Fuck! You guys just wanna fuck them I get it!"

"There's nothing wrong with that! We do like what we do before those fucking police wiped us out."

"Oh! Come on! Just kill him and let's go! His parents must start searching for him right now. We cannot risk making more bodies."

"We have earth, shovel and spade here. What are you afraid of?"

A third voice joined in.

"Can you all just SHUT UP?! I'm trying to sleep here!"

Followed by the forth voice.

"Come on Shouta! Don't be so serious all the time!"

The conversation continues and Miyaji could figure that there're 4 people outside this room. However, it changed to five when he heard someone joined in.

"Here, I'm back."

"Great! Finally we can have a little fun while waiting for them. Sure Takahiro'll be disappointed we got a chance to play with him first."

"Are you sure that just two buckets are enough?"

"Fuck off! This will be enough. If you aren't satisfied go get the water yourself!"

Then the door was slammed opened. Miyaji jerked and got up. Five gangsters walked in with flashlights to light up the room. Miyaji saw that the fifth also carried two big buckets with him. That gangster set the water down and closed the door. Miyaji stared at them with cold eyes, denied to show any fear even that now he's scared to death.

"Oh, you're up. Good!"

The gangster on the right said. Miyaji remembered that his friends called him Shouta. He walked to Miyaji and spread his arm to grab him. Miyaji didn't hesitate to bite his hand as hard as he could. And he felt liked winning when he tasted blood in his mouth.

"You little shit!"

The gangster yelled and slapped Miyaji with his good hand while his friends joined in. Someone grabbed Miyaji's ears and jerked. Miyaji let go of his hand and screamed in pain. Rabbits' ears were known of extremely sensitive because they contained a lot of neurons and capillaries.

Miyaji heard they laughed with satisfy with his agony condition before he was thrown to the wall. Miyaji hit the wall and someone's feet came attached to his stomach. The gangsters had decided that kicking him was fun, so they kept doing it until he collapsed and tried to curl up into a ball.

Miyaji screamed in pain. He heard something cracked, maybe his ribs. His eyes went blank and he saw only white. Someone slapped him in the face again before he would be held up by the hair. Miyaji struggled and tried to break free, only to be slapped and kicked again. Pain ran across his body. His vision was blurred, tears had already covered his eyes from pain.

"In the end little bunny couldn't run."

Someone mocked him before a hand came attached to his face, another slap. Miyaji grunted, he's angry he couldn't fight back. His ordinary self would have punched them back right now. But with this body, all he could do was trying not to lose conscious and trying not to scream. He hated bringing them confidence that he was totally at their mercy, even that he was.

"Damn you! Fuck off!"

He shouted and bit the hand that came near him again. Triumph rang his head when he heard the gangster screamed and he felt blood in his mouth. However, triumph didn't stay with him for long when someone decided to punch his stomach. This time it's worse because someone grabbed his arms and held them together behind him to keep him in place while another punch hit him. He heard a laugh before fists punched rapidly to his stomach. In the end Miyaji had to let go of that hand because he couldn't bear the pain anymore and collapsed when the hands that had held his arms released their grip.

"Damn you! Why don't you help me first before punching him?!"

The gangster he bit screamed to his friends. Miyaji felt proud even that he couldn't stop his tears, he's sure that it would take days before that junk could use his hand again.

"Who knows you cannot handle just a little kid."

His friends mocked while somebody held Miyaji's arms and pulled him to stand up. Miyaji whined in pain. His stomach and his chest hurt so much that he couldn't breathe right and his legs shook uncontrollably. His bent his back to decrease the pain, which didn't help much.

"Shut up fucker!"

"I know I'm. But you're not, coward."

The gangster that was holding him mocked. His grip was tight that it hurt. Miyaji started to lose feeling in those arms. He just hoped that these gangsters would enjoy mocking each other and left him alone for a while. However, his hope was gone in seconds.

"Fuck you!"

"No thank you. I wanna fuck him more."

And with that, someone kneeled in front of him and grabbed his pants before slid it down and torn it to pieces. Miyaji struggled and kicked into the face. That man backed away with a grunt before he kicked Miyaji at the stomach two times. Miyaji whined in pain, unable to move because the pain that spread through his body. Tears fell down his cheeks.

"Let drown this little shit first."

He heard someone spoke.

"Should we break his legs?"

"Maybe, if it made such a trouble again."

"Nghh! Stop punching him already! He'll die before you can fuck him."

"He'll die anyway."

Miyaji was dragged to something he couldn't make out. A giant bucket? The tears had blurred his vision. Miyaji tried to struggle even that all he could feel now was pain, pain everywhere. His arms hurt, his ears hurt, his face hurt and his stomach hurt the worst. Miyaji felt liked vomiting when someone held him up in the air and force his face down into icy cold water.

Miyaji struggled by instinct. But a hand forcing his face down shook and banged his face with the bucket's wall. Miyaji felt his lungs burnt, water ran into his nose and to his throat. Then he's held up and threw into the wall. Miyaji coughed rapidly and vomited the water out. He heard their laughing before a hand forced him up and forced his face down into the water again.

Hayama had checked the pavilion and the cottage. No one was there, so he went to the last place, the cabin.

The sun had already set. A dim light showed him the way. Hayama ran down the path, wind howling passed his ears. He made a sharp turned and jumped over a dead tree. He didn't slow down when he ran on an old broken bridge above a large stream. But Hayama did slow down a bit when he heard voices. Hayama frowned, so they're at the cabin, and he didn't like how they laughed.

Hayama ran for seconds before he saw a cabin in his sight. There was a light from its windows. He counted the shadows.

One, two, three, four, five

Hayama counted and nodded to himself. Five would be tough, but didn't mean that he couldn't make it.

Hayama picked up a stone nearby and threw it to the cabin's door. A laugh stopped a bit. He heard them talking before two gangsters emerged out. Hayama quickly blended himself into the shadow of the wood behind. He threw another rock at the tree 10 meters away, hoped that the junks would turned.

They did turn to the sound the rock hit the tree. That's enough for Hayama. He threw a rock at the first man, it made perfect contact with his pterion and he collapsed. The second man turned and drew out his gun, shouting when he saw his friend collapsed. Hayama changed his place quickly and silently before he sent another rock to the second gangster's pterion, sent him collapsed unconscious.

Other gangsters came out. They're all holding flashlights out so the lights in the cabin were gone. One gangster examined their friends and shouted quickly to report his other friends that they're all unconscious. Hayama saw by the light they pointed at their friends that his victims were bleeding horribly. Hayama smirked, they deserved it.

Hayama blended in the shadow while the gangsters spread out and started searching around the cabin. He put his hand into his pocket and pulled out a pocket knife. Hayama was always good with controlling his fingers to do something that needed very long practices for ordinary people. He focused his eyes at the man in front of him who was unaware of his presence. Hayama took a deep breath and threw his knife. It made a perfect contact with the gangster's cheek. The gangster howled in pain and his friends came running to him. Hayama threw another rock at the man that came from his left. It hit his pterion and sent him collapsed down unconscious.

The last gangsters who still hadn't had any wounds looked around, pointed his gun to everything that moved and fired at it. Hayama stayed still all the time, listened to the sound of his victim whined and squirmed, trying to stop the bleeding without hurting himself more. Hayama took a deep breath and started moving. His stealth skill was remarkable for an amateur. And it's all that required from him to take down the last gangster. He changed his position until he had a good angle and threw the rock at him. It hit his pterion and he collapsed. Hayama nodded to himself before he threw another rock at the gangster who had a knife on his cheek, sending him unconscious.

Miyaji didn't know what happened. He knew only pain and water that steamed into his throat. He couldn't struggle and started to lose conscious when he was jerked of the water and dumped to the floor. He vomited the water out and heard they spoke to each other quickly but he couldn't make out any words. After that they dumped a lot of water on him and left, taking flashlights with them, leaving Miyaji laid shivering from pain and coldness on the floor.

Miyaji thought that finally they would leave him alone, at least.

And then he passed out.

Hayama came out of the shadow and ran to the nearest flashlight. He took it and ran to the cabin in hope that Miyaji's still alive.

"Miyaji-san!"

Hayama walked in and flashed the light into the room. He saw Miyaji, lying still on the floor. He's wet, his pants was somewhere in the corner, torn to pieces.

"God No!"

Hayama rushed to the body on the floor. He scooped him up, felt a bit better when he saw that Miyaji still had his underwear on and there's no wound which happened from being raped. Thank God they didn't rape him. But Miyaji didn't answer him, he's breathing but his breath was so weak.

Miyaji felt that he was scooped up gently. Someone was calling him and caring his sore cheeks. Miyaji cracked his eyes opened and saw Hayama's face in front of him. The rakuzan players didn't look funny or overly energetic any more, he looked stern and serious. But Miyaji had never felt such a relief in his life.

"Hayama?"

Miyaji whimpered and the eyes in front of him brightened.

"Miyaji-san! You can hear me!"

"Of cause, idiot." Miyaji whimpered and moaned when pain ran across his body. "It's hurt."

"What did they do to you?"

Miyaji felt himself being lift up, maybe Hayama was standing up.

"Kicks, punches and slaps." Miyaji answered, shivering from pain and coldness. "Try to drown me in that..." He moaned when he breathed too much and it hurt. "...that fucking bucket and dumped me down. Then they poured water on me."

He coughed weakly and felt Hayama tightened his embrace gently. Miyaji felt unconsciously safe. But then he felt Hayama putting him down.

"Don't leave me!"

Miyaji suddenly shouted in alarmed and coughed. He grabbed on Hayama's jersey and held to it liked it was the only thing that kept him alive.

"Shhh, I'm not leaving you Miyaji-san. Your shirt is damn wet and the weather is cold. Don't worry, I'm getting you out of here in no time."

Hayama pulled Miyaji's shirt out, twisted it to dry the water out as best as he could and wrapped it around the other's torso. He didn't know if those junks had broken Miyaji's ribs or not but he better did the first aid anyway. His eyes and actions were gentle, but inside him Hayama was burnt with rage. Seeing the other's wounds made him wanted to make them paid more.

However, Hayama didn't let his anger shown. He finished taking care of Miyaji's torso and pulled his jersey out. Hayama put his jersey, still warm from his body heat, on Miyaji who was shivering uncontrollably. Miyaji stared at him but said nothing. He let Hayama took his arms in the jersey sleeps gently and zipped up.

"Ready?"

Hayama asked and Miyaji nodded silently. The Rakuzan player held Miyaji up gently. Miyaji grabbed Hayama's shoulder and held to him tightly liked that Hayama would be gone if he let go.

"Shhh..."

Hayama tried to calm him down by hugging him tighter. He bent down to grab a flashlight and walked out of the cabin. Miyaji sniffed and placed his face to the crook between Hayama's shoulder and neck, breathed in his comforting scent and tried to absorb the heat from his body as much as he could.

"Shhhh, I'm here. It's ok. I'm getting you out of here."

Hayama said and started jogging. Miyaji pressed himself against his chest, tried to calm his nerve. He felt so safe and secured.

Hayam jogged silently on the way. He kept his eyes and his ears opened. He couldn't risk encountering with more gangsters. They had guns and weapons, he had none.

In the end, Hayama made it out of the park without encountering any gangsters. Miyaji had passed out on the way, but Hayama decided not to wake him up. He pulled out his cell phone and saw ten miscalls from Mibuchi and seven miscalls from Nebuya, they must have come out searching for him.

"I'm sorry."

Hayama said and pushed at the bottom to call Akashi.

'Kotarō'

"I'm alright." Hayama said. "I've Miyaji with me now. I need to get him to the hospital, I think they break his ribs."

'My men are waiting for you at the hotel. They will take Shintarō and his senior to the hospital. You can go with them if you want. I had called your father. He was worried for your safety. And as you said using my surname, the police will arrive there in 15 minutes. Mibuchi and others were worried for you but I told them to go wait at the hotel. I know you will make it out alive.'

"Thank you Akashi."

'My pleasure'

TBC.

[The pterion is a meeting point of several bones in the human skull. It encompasses the area around the sphenoparietal suture. It's found on either side of the head in what is considered the temple region. The pterion is considered the weakest part of the skull, and a blow to it can rupture the major artery that runs beneath it. The middle meningeal artery runs directly underneath the pterion, and it's a part of the maxillary artery, which is, itself, a major branch of the external carotid artery — a main artery of the neck and head. / From Wisegeek ]