You're Mine

You're Mine

"… Please stop!" he cried.

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It was a humid afternoon. Birds flew over the clear blue skies, and an airplane also soared above them. Something had happened, something- unfortunate. It was about the phantom sixth man of Teiko, he had a bad day.

Kuroko isolated himself into his own lonely room, simple and tidy. He was in low-spirits, extremely dejected. Maybe if he bought a vanilla shake, he would be cheered up. But no, he already knew it wouldn't. His favorite consumable won't help, at all.

He sat at the corner of his room. Pondered on an event that happened earlier, he rested his head on his knees, which were severely bruised… It hurt, it had to hurt.

That injury of his was caused by somebody, who just suddenly turned insane. That man… He was never like that, until when that time occurred. When he confessed his obsessive feelings, he hit Tetsuya's knees hard with a crowbar. He had known the response- rejection. At the least, he still tried.

Even so, this character with a faint presence was able to escape successfully, despite his wounds that made him had difficulty running away. But surely, he knew that the broken lad wouldn't give up that easily. Thoughts of him were unceasing, continuously bothering him.

Knock.

Kuroko must be hearing things.

Knock.

He ignored the disturbance.

He was deeply absorbed in his mind… Did it have to be his former teammate, a dear friend with a smile like the radiant sunlight? Now, why did he get out of hand? Was it because that they were in different schools now? Or was it because the sixth man already rejected him once?

"Let me in…" A cracked accent requested, "Kurokocchi."

The voice came from a tight-closed window. It was a man clad in a polo shirt, of the color of Tetsuya's gentle eyes. His clothes had splattered, dried, fresh blood on it. His brown eyes were like an endless sinister abyss, with no glint of light on it, cold and crazy. Then, the windows had several cracks on it; they were more on the right side. Crimson was stained on the transparent glass too.

"No, never!" the bookworm screamed in terror, tears building up in his eyes.

"No choice, then." Kise mumbled as he started to shatter the glass again, with a gory kitchen knife.

"Wait…" Tetsuya hesitated. He only realized now, that the copycat was bathed in blood. "Kise-kun, did you… did you just kill someone?" he asked dumbfounded.

"Yes indeed, Kurokocchi!" The blond responded with a smug grin, and then chuckled in a creepy manner. He placed his stained hand on the fractured glass and continued. "It was fate, Kurokocchi! If I had not killed them… they, they will interfere with our burning love!"

"No, this isn't happening…" Kurokocchi said faintly.

"I'm serious, my Kurokocchi."

"No, this can't be…"

"It is meant to be!"

"Please… Ki-"

"Yes, I'll kill anyone for you!"

"Kise-kun, just… please stop!" he cried… so loud that the birds perched on electric wires flew away. "I never wanted this… NEVER!"

"Yes, you did…" Kise's grin widened, his orbs stared at Kuroko's weary soul. "I know you very well Kurokocchi!"

"You're mine forever, and you know it." He smirked.