/ Authors note: OKAY OKAY YOU CAN TELL ME OFF I'M SORRY I AM LIKE A WEEK AND A DAY LIKE OMFG. DX But like it was veryyyy hard for me this time to get the right tone. My gf even wrote a little of this because well she rp's kise and she knows how to be a yandre when she needs to. Cx So I had her start the chapter because well I stared at the screen for like 952665293 hours and well i died. and gave up. XD SO I'M SORRY FOR THE LATENESS BUT MYEH. Suspense right? XD Anywaaay. ENJOY THE NEXT CHAPTER MY FRIENDS. OHANDBEFOREIFORGET. Thank you to those that have reviewed the last chapter, it was fab to read your comments. Trust me when I get an email saying what you've commented I'm just like ';n;iloveyoutoo' XD Keep reviewing guysss it really motivates me to write! I was up til like 12 trying to finish this but fell asleep at my laptop so I couldn't publish /sobsimsorryagain/ ANYWAYS ON WITH THE CHAPTER. /

The scene in front of him hit him like a fist to the guts. Deeper and deeper it tried to burry itself into him, like it was attempting to grab a hold of his spine and burst back out through his back. Yet he stood perfectly stiff, his body and mind frozen in the moment as he tried to understand what his eyes were seeing. For a second, his smile shattered right off his lips and a dark, hateful glare appeared in his eyes that were lit by the fire of pure rage, anger and somewhere hurt.

'Why.. Kurokocchi?' The blond asked himself as his rage filled glare melted at the simple thought of his love and his sweet smile returned. It wasn't like his love could be at fault though. Never. It was Aomine. It was the tanned male tainting those innocent and soft lips of who was supposed to be his, HIS and /HIS/ alone.

Kise clenched his fists as he watched the tall back of his former teammate, the dark blue hair that he could be ripping out bit by bit now if he would just take a step forward. He already had a tickling sensation under his perfectly trimmed finger nails simply by imagining how it must feel to scrape the thick skin off of him just to make his love see all the bad that Aomine was hiding beneath it. Those eyes that always stole the attention of his Kurokocchi from him, he wanted to close them forever, sew them shut or just gorge them out.

"Kurokocchi.." He whispered softly, calling out to the one of his dreams as his hand moved to reach out for him. Luckily the running water silenced his voice and he wasn't noticed by either Aomine or Kuroko. Why was it that he always felt so unimportant when all of Kuroko's attention was just meant to be directed at him? Why were those lips kissing Aomine's when they just perfectly fitted Kise's? Kuroko was not meant to be with Aomine. Not with anyone. Just him.. Kise was the only one who could be right, could be PERFECT for Kuroko.

Pulling his hand back, he turned for the door and left the bathroom. However, not without slamming the door shut hard to interrupt the 'sweet' moment of those two and to let them know that he had witnessed it all. "Stealing things that belong to others really isn't nice, Aominecchi..~" Ryouta purred with a twisted smile on his lips as he passed the trolley with the cutlery laid out already ready for breakfast the next morning. Everything was cleaned perfectly, as was to be expected considering the kind of camp they had been staying in. However, somehow, the knives shone the brightest that night..

"Oi, Tetsu.."

After the loud bang that pretty much scared the living daylights out of the two males in the bathroom that day, they'd decided it probably just wasn't a good place to do such things when people could easily walk in on them. With that thought, the mood somewhat dulled, and they decided to call it a night and go back to their dorm. The two had gotten dressed into their night wear, and were now in their beds facing each other with somewhat concerned faces. Akashi was in his own bed with his back towards the rest of the room, since sleeping towards the wall was a lot easier than toward the open space- but he was listening.

"Yes, Aomine-kun..?"

"D'ya think he's mad?"

A silence swept the room as the room quickly became darker as affect of the sky darkening through the large window by Aomine's bed. The night sky in the countryside was beautiful. It was hardly much different to that of a city, but because of the pure emptiness of the rural area, the starts stood out in the clean midnight blue sky, twinkling ever so gently as if greeting the onlookers.

"Probably."Came the quiet reply that broke the deafening stillness of the bedroom. That wasn't really what Aomine had wanted to hear, but it was the blonde's problem, right? It wasn't like Kise and Kuroko were together, or even that Kuroko liked him or whatever. So in a way, Aomine brushed off the slight guilt he was feeling in the thought of it having nothing to do with him.

"Right.. Good night, Tetsu." He uttered before rolling around to face the wall and closing his eyes to try and get some rest.

The entire apartment complex was in utter stillness, silence aside from the solitary Selby trees outside rustle in the wind, and soft trickle of the meandering river that ran alongside the Victorian styled building.

But in the stillness in the night, there is always something lurking in the shadows..

Who'd have known that things that lurked were so beautiful- but oh so deadly.

A silent squeal sounded from the dry hinges on the bedroom door, which caused red and golden yellow eyes to snap open in the darkness of the door. A flash of light penetrated the darker ends of the room before the faded slip of light turned back into darkness.
A black figure slowly swept through the room, catching more of Akashi's attention.

"Ryouta.." The teen said in his usual volume voice- holding no regard for those asleep. The figure snapped back away from the beds and looked over at the redhead whom was now sitting up. "Think before you harm Daiki.. Is it really worth it when Tetsuya will hate you.."

The blonde felt his lips drown into his chin as the others words, and then looked back at the sleeping figure covered up in the sheets without a single care in the world. It didn't matter if Kuroko hated him, he knew what he was going to do was right.. It wasn't like he was going to KILL the male.. Just give him a little warning. Kuroko wouldn't hate him for that, would he? The bluenette should be thankful that he didn't kill him. He should be thankful for getting rid of the horrible person that had tainted his mind with those hugs and kisses.

The taller male had no reason to back down now. He was set on doing this.

Kise edged closer to the bed Aomine was laying in once more, and just as he was raising the blade he'd snatched, a hand raced up to stop the knife from travelling closer to the figure tucked under the covers. This took Kise back at the feeling on his wrist now, and the next thing he knew he was staring down at slim dark eyes shrouded in black as they glared up at him. How the fuck did he know?!

"Oi, Kise- what the hell do you think you're doin'?"

"I'm sorry Aominecchi.. But I have to stop you from doing such things to Kurokocchi. He's too innocent for that." The blonde replied in a tone un-recognisable to anybody in the room. Kise took a hold of the tanner male's wrist with his free hand and forced him to let go so he could continue. Eventually the blade skimmed the taller males cheek, but was stopped at the point of contact to prevent him from moving it any other way. A trickle of blood ran along Aomine's cheek, to the back of his head before dropping onto the white pillowcase.

This hand was not tanned, or large, nor strong and rough like Aomine's. The knuckles were defined, every last inch of the pale hand grasping Kise's wrist was picture perfect.

Kise's golden eyes followed the snow white trail until he'd catch the picturesque face of the boy he'd fallen in love with. Was he trying to protect him? What was wrong? He was /saving/ Kuroko from the man in the bed! Why was the teen defending him!?

"Kurokocchi, let go-." The blonde said in an emotionless tone.

"I'm sorry but you have to stop, Kise-kun."

"Kurokocchi. . Let. Go."

The boy rejected once more, which really pissed Kise off. What was going on? Was he that brainwashed..? The blondes gazed lowered to look at Aomine, biting his bottom lip as if to hold in his building rage and urge to cry. "Why-.."

The bluenette stared slightly worried at the now trembling small forward. Was he crying? Before the youngest of the males could say anything, he felt himself be pushed back and onto the floor between his and Aomine's beds. It happened in a flash, and once the flash ended, he could simply see the blonde he'd known for a year or so hovering over him, sobbing.

It honestly was the first for Kuroko, seeing the teen above him in such a horrible state. But it honestly terrified the teen- the look in the golden eyes as they let droplets of water smack his pale cheeks. They seemed to shine, shine with sorrow, and hidden delight. But why was he... happy? Kuroko didn't understand so much until he felt a soft prick on his neck.

That knife Kise had taken to hurt Aomine was now held dangerously close to Kuroko's throat. Surely the man wouldn't dare go through with hurting Kuroko though—. At least that was what Kuroko and Aomine had thought, and probably Kise himself before present.

No.. He wasn't happy. He was so upset that he snapped. And Kuroko had to find that out the hard way.

"Why does Kurokocchi always choose Aominechi or Kagamicchi.. It's never me.. Am I not strong enough? Am I not mean enough for Kurokocchi to like, is that your type Kurokocchi? I told you so many times before that I love you.." Kise uttered through his small sniffles. He then adjusted his grip on the blade handle, pointing the end straight to the pale skin belonging to the young teen. "What if I made you mine then..? If I... say.. Kill Kurokocchi, he'll be all mine. I'll be the last person he saw, touched, and heard while he was alive..." A smirk formed on the sobbing blonde as he stared down at the panicked bluenette below him.

This was getting out of hand. It wasn't a small dispute anymore, someone's life being on the line. Aomine for one was on his way to snatch the knife from the blonde, but was intercepted by the Rakuzen captain as he instead yanked Kise's hand up and actually forced Kise's posture to change and straighten up, somewhat disarming him.

"Ryouta, you claim that you love him, and maybe you do.. But you lose all right to do so when you turned your blade on him.. I suggest you go outside and calm down before you try to declare your love for someone when you're about to kill them.."

Akashi's words seemed to echo in Kise's mind aimlessly. It certainly hit a nerve. Was he saying he didn't deserve to love Kuroko? .. Maybe he was right. Harming Kuroko in any way was unforgivable. Out of the question. What was he thinking?

The blonde took a shaky breath, and relaxed his arm as a cue for Akashi to let go. The redhead did so, And Kise put the knife down before getting up and walking out of the room in complete silence as Aomine rushed to help his boyfriend up from the floor and checked to see if he was hurt- thankfully he wasn't. He was mostly in shock- shaken up and sort of clinging to Aomine in his panicked state, but even so he somewhat kept that calm sense (pft how i don't know) as he stared towards the door. He honestly did feel really bad for the blonde- being told something like that was pretty harsh, even if it was true. He jumped hoped the male wouldn't do anything stupid and would just go to bed now, and things would be okay if not get sorted out tomorrow in practice.

Kise honestly did wonder straight to his dorm room in the silence of the night, and crept back into his bed and simply stared at the bed in front of him as he laid on his side. He ignored everything at that time, accept his thoughts and the soft pitter patter from the window in his view. Rain usually calmed him down, and it did tonight as well. But it felt more like the rain was crying for himself as he tried to figure out his next move. But honestly, should he make a move at all? He couldn't have the one he wanted, and to that, he didn't care about anything else. It was like his reason for living...

Was gone.