Hasn't Hanamiya-san been forgetting to pour salt water on them? I don't mind, but he hasn't been torturing them for one hour each either... did he just forget or is there some ulterior motive? Akashi-kun is next... if he goes overboard...

"Ne, Kuroko. You know who's next, right?" Smirking, Hanamiya strutted to where Akashi was. Caressing his cheek, Hanamiya laughed softly. "The demon captain of the Kiseki no Sedai... scissors man-"

Akashi chose that exact moment to butt in. "Scissors man?! Who do you think you are? You may have the upper hand, but heed my words, you will be the one begging for mercy. After all-"

Hanamiya shoved his fingers up Akashi's nostrils. Kuroko frowned. I should be the only one allowed to touch him...

*Akashi POV*

His thoughts were left unsaid when fingers were rudely shoved up his nostrils. But in the end, there was nothing to worry about. After all, we have Tetsuya.

*No One's POV*

There's definitely a pattern to how Hanamiya-san inflicts pain upon them... the torture method has been related to the victim up until now... how will he torture Akashi-kun? With scissors? Imagining another genius with scissors, Kuroko couldn't help but shudder. What is it with geniuses being sadistic?!

"Ne, Akashi. Such brave words come out of your mouth, but your hands are trembling. You're scared, aren't you? You're scared of a lowly Uncrowned General... pathetic!" Licking his lips, Hanamiya, sure enough, picked up a pair of scissors- gardening shears, to be exact. Turning to Kuroko, he inquired, "Kuroko! Which of his eyes do you like better? Wait, it's not like your answer will matter anyway. AhahahaAHAHAHAAHAHA!"

"Hanamiya-san, please don't do what you're about to do. What you're about to do can't be healed. It's inefficient in terms of torturing, right?" Kuroko attempted to change Hanamiya's mind, but to no avail.

"Ahhh, Akashi... you have such beautiful eyes, but why must you make them look so cold and merciless? I think it would look adorned in a crystal case... or even better, in my palms." Using the gardening shears, he cut the blindfold off in one quick snip.

I have to keep my eyes closed... but the rest, are they okay? I have to check... just for a quick second, and I'll shut my eyes again.

The moment he opened his eyes, he couldn't close them again.

It came as a shock to him, that the Kiseki no Sedai... no, his friends... could ever be brought down to this state. All of his friends were strong. To see them this hurt, injured, helpless... Just what did he do to them?

Hanamiya Makoto... "flowery truth", huh. What an ironic name.

An almost melodious voice whispered directly into his ear. "You shouldn't have opened your eyes, Akashi. Staying blind to the truth would have been better for your sake..."

Akashi felt something stabbing his eye. He had never felt this much pain, but something told him that the pain he felt was nothing compared to that of his teammates. Nothing compared to the pain they caused Kuroko.

Even so, he couldn't stop the screams.

He could no longer see out of his left eye. It was still in its socket, but he couldn't see.

Something was spinning. An excruciating pain flooded his senses as something was forcibly pulled out of where it belonged.

Oh... so I've lost an eye.

"My willpower is s-second only to Tetsuya's. This isn't enough to dishearten me, you scum."

"That's good... that's the spirit, Akashi! I love it when they struggle! It makes it all the more fun when they finally break!" Looking over his shoulder, he noticed that Kuroko was teetering between staying sane and finally breaking. "Sorry, Akashi, looks like I'll have to play with Kuroko first."

*Kuroko POV*

Akashi-kun's eye... Akashi-kun... if the eye is the end of his torture for you, I suppose you had it better than the others. Demo,Akashi-kun, what is this ominous feeling I'm getting?

*No One's POV*

"Kuroko, do you see this eye? Isn't this yellow eye just beautiful? Stop averting your gaze! This thing's a piece of art!"

Kuroko slowly turned around. Maybe Hanamiya-san is joking.

After seeing what was in front of him, he obviously was not.

A garbled scream escaped Kuroko's mouth. Akashi's perfect yellow eye was set in front of him, placed on the palm of a mongrel. Blood dripped off of it, tainting its beauty.

"Hanamiya. Is this a death wish?" Kuroko emanated anger.

"Of course, not, Kuroko. You can't kill me as you are now, right?" Chuckling, Hanamiya placed Akashi's eye in a jar and sealed it. Returning in front of Kuroko, he bent down and looked into Kuroko's eyes.

"You know, Kuroko, I've always admired you. You were the only Miracle who considered the feelings of his opponents. Kuroko, I've always loved you..."

Kuroko's pupils dilated when he felt Hanamiya's lips touch his. Surprisingly, his lips were warm and soft. Feeling Hanamiya slip his tongue into his mouth, Kuroko bit down hard and forced Hanamiya to stop passionately kissing him as if the were lovers.

"Why?! Why won't you accept me, Kuroko? You're friends can't even stand anymore! I'm the only one left! I'm sorry for almost hurting you in that basketball match! Please, just love me back!"

"Please don't say something like that. Why would I love someone who inflicts so much pain upon others?" My first kiss was supposed to be with Akashi-kun...

Tears fell down his face. His first kiss was supposed to belong to Akashi. Akashi-kun is the only one who can touch me, and I am the only one who can touch Akashi-kun.

Blue locks kept Kuroko's face obscured. Never before had he felt so much anger, so much hate...

"Would you love me if I killed them instead? I'll kill them until you love me, starting with Akashi!"

Hanamiya slowly approached Akashi with a butcher knife in his hand. Akashi kept his fear in check and snickered, "Do you really think you can get away with this?"

"Of course. Who do you think I am?"

He swung at Akashi's neck.

A loud clattering sound filled the room.

Kuroko, who was bound in chains just a moment ago, stood with his fringe covering his eyes.

Slowly, Kuroko looked up. Finally, his hair was no longer covering his face, and where there once were two blue, emotionless eyes...

...were two cold eyes of different color... a piercing green, and a murky blue.