A certain redhead sat on his chair, legs crossed. With his hand, he tilted his teacup and parted his lips. He closed his eyes to savor the taste before slowly swallowing. Despite the constant loud gun shots around him, Akashi Seijuro still made time to have his tea. His face held no hint of fear. Instead, he appeared rather amused.

Entertainment. That was the purpose those impudent humans served for him. Everything turned out just as he predicted. Like a game of chess, Akashi had made the first move, and now it was his opponent's turn. Unfortunately for them, even before game officially began, everything had already been decided. It was pointless for the fight after all. The game reached checkmate the minute Akashi's enemies landed on his landmine.

Silence resounded throughout the room and Akashi smirked. Game over. Akashi flicked his fingers and knocked over the black king on the chess board.

The doorknob twisted open and a navy haired teen entered the room. His shirt and pants were bloodstained and stuck to his skin like leeches. Aomine opened his mouth, "Where do you want the corpse deposited?"

Akashi raised his eyebrow, "What do you think?" He found it very silly of Aomine to even ask him such a question. At this point, there was no need to even think about it.

"Forget I even asked," Aomine turned his back and began to walked away, but before he reached the doorway, Akashi reminded him to "get rid of the evidence."

Aomine waved his hand as his response. He stretched his back and mumbled, "Ugh, more work for me."

Akashi stood up and made his way to the basement where the captives were held. With every step he took, the heels of his shoes would clack.

He took out his keys and unlocked a specific cell. There was a click, and he stepped inside and surveyed the room. Good. It was still in the exact state as he remembered. He moved his eyes to the other person in the room. His eyes seemed to glow as he felt a sense of pride brew at the sight of what his men had accomplished. The victim sat tied to a pole at their back with chains. They were completely unconscious, but signs of struggle were evident, looking at the red marks around the victim's wrists and ankles. The victim's clothes are torn with slashes with blood seeping from them. They revealed a little of the captive's bra, Akashi noticed with a little disgust.

First, Akashi went up to her and ripped at her hair to signal that it was time to wake up. When the gentle method didn't work, Akashi reached for the bucket of salt water and mercilessly poured the contents over her head.

The victim howled in pain, but Akashi couldn't have cared less. When she didn't seem to stop screaming, Akashi slapped her across the face with his gloved hand. The glove was there to prevent him from touching filth directly.

"No..." She gasped out. "No matter what you do to me, our group will never surrender!" She looked up with a fierce look and bit her lip as the sudden movement trigger a sharp pain from her wounds.

"I hate disobedient dogs the most." Akashi reached inside his pocket and took out a cigarette. He lit it up and twisted the burning edge on her face. The woman desperately wouldn't let Akashi feel that he had won, so she kept herself from screaming, even though it hurt so much. A few tears streamed down her face as she tightened her fists and curled her toes.

"Why do you think I even kept you here?" Akashi continued to inflict pain with the cigarette on the woman's face. "You will be our hostage to lure the group's captain here."

"Hyuga won't fall for your trap!" She growled.

"Looks like you underestimate my sources. Why do you think I chose you specifically? I know you're Hyuga Junpei's lover and the tactician of the group. With you here, do you think your lover will be able to control himself and think rationally?" He tossed the cigarette, seeing as it was no longer fun. He reached for his pocket knife and flicked it open. He moved the sharp edge of the knife across her leg.

"No! Y-You monster! You inhumane beast! You-" She stopped as she felt the knife stab through her stomach.

"Aida Riko, give up your fruitless efforts and surrender," Akashi chuckled as he left Riko behind in a broken state.

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Hyuga sat by his bed with his teeth biting into his flesh. It was a habit he developed during his childhood, and it always came back when he got frustrated.

"Riko, Riko, Riko. Please be safe! Please!" He chanted his lover's name like a mantra and hoped that his family would find news about Riko quickly. He snapped his head around when he heard the door open.

His friend, Kiyoshi Teppei, stepped in, and Hyuga rushed to his side. "Any news on Riko?" He asked anxiously.

Kiyoshi raised his cell phone as a response. "Listen to it."

Hyuga shakily reached for the phone and replayed the message:

"People of Seirin, I, Akashi Seijuro, have Aida Riko in my custody. If you want her back, you know what I want in exchange. A life for a life. You return Tetsuya to me, and you will have Riko back. If you so much as touch a single hair of Tetsuya, then expect Riko to suffer a hundred times worse. Your time limit is three days, before sunset. If you're late by even a second, there will be no mercy. All that'll be left will be to prepare a funeral. I'll meet you three days later at the usual place."

"Fuck!" Hyuga cursed as his shoulders shook with rage.

"Hyuga, what should we do?" Kiyoshi asked worriedly.

"... Give them Kuroko."

I'm sorry Kuroko, but Riko's more important.

/

Hyuga entered a secret room that one had to enter a set of passwords to enter. He looked at the bluenette with remorse. Guilt ate his heart as remembered the decision he was making to to sacrifice one of his family members for his lover. All members of Seirin are a part of the family. They sought comfort in each other and watched each others' backs.

Kuroko was the reason things had gotten to this point. Seirin and the Generation of Miracles were at war with each other because of a single person, and it all started few weeks ago...