He was tired. He was hungry. He wanted to kill Hanamiya.
But most of all, he wanted to kill himself.
Why am I always so helpless? They always help me, but why can't I help them?
Hanamiya could sense his instability. Kuroko hadn't spoken up for a while, he was vomiting more frequently, and tears were streaming down his face. His hair was wet and covering his eyes, and a dangerous aura was coming from him.
Kuroko was so busy wallowing in self-pity (which he rarely did) that he almost didn't notice the flash of shiny silver that flew out of Hanamiya's hand. Is he randomly throwing darts to imitate Aomine-kun's free form shooting...? What if that hit around his heart? Would it be able to pierce through?
Luckily, it looked like Hanamiya was a pretty bad shot when it came to darts. He had a supply of 20. One by one, the darts were tossed. One sank into the flesh of his thigh. A scream came from Aomine, similar to the one Kuroko heard on the first day. While Hanamiya was focused on his torturing, Kuroko noticed that a part of the chair was sharp, and was slowly cutting away at his metal restraints.
Another dart hit it's target right below the neck, around the lungs. Luckily, it barely punctured the skin and Aomine could still were only a few darts left.
Will these darts hit? Wait, couldn't I just avoid them? Think of this like I'm midair in basketball... use my other senses to twist... and dodge...!
He twisted right into a dart.
"DAMMIT!" My first try was a failure, but Tetsu taught me to never give up! He managed to avoid the rest of the darts.
"Hmmmmm? What's this? You dodged them? Then you clearly didn't get your needed intake of torture and pain, did you?" Walking towards Aomine, he pondered aloud, "How else could I torture you? Should I drip melting candle-wax on you? Put a centipede in your ear? Tickle you? Rip off your fingernails and toenails one by one?" By now, he was standing right next to here Aomine hung by his wrists.
Twisting his body, Aomine managed to land a solid kick on Hanamiya, and by chance, it hit his balls. "Go to hell, bastard!"
Hanamiya, who was writhing about on the floor, managed to say, "You retaliated... in that case, I will remove your blindfold. I wonder how you'll react?"
Swish. With a flick of his wrist, the hand that was previously drawing intricate details in skin with a knife and drill gracefully threw a piece of cloth on the gasped. He joined Kuroko's barfing around him were his friends. Hurt, crying, but holding on for Kuroko's sake. More than anything, Kuroko cared for his friends. And if they were hurt, he felt the pain as well. He was probably on the verge of breaking.
Aomine tried to not freak out. But suddenly seeing red everywhere... red blood streaming from open wounds on your friends, when you were seeing only black just before...Wouldn't you flip out, too?
He went limp.
"Ao...Aomine-kun?"
"Ne, Kuroko! Isn't Aomine the ace of the Kiseki no Sedai? Why is he so weak-willed, then? The rest of them didn't faint pathetically like he did!" This is becoming quite enjoyable. I should do this more often.