I do not own Kuroko no Basket

Yaoi

AkaKuro

Everything had finally came together nicely. The house was prepared, rooms made up, food stalked. Now they would finally get the quite peacefulness they had been in desperate need for. After finally finishing high school they were going to take a long break before starting university.

In the hopes of that happening Akashi had planned everything they needed to keep to themselves for months on in. He had even bought the most remote house he could find. It was old but in great shape. It sat alone on a hill top, its white paint faded and peeling.

Akashi hadn't been in it yet but he had seen pictures of the now clean insides as they were sent to him. Now he stood in front of it looking up at the large house. Dusk had fallen giving the quality of the house a eerie feeling.

The sound of tires on gravel had Akashi turning, the bright beam of the headlights blinding him.

The SUV came to quick stop throwing rocks and dust into the air. One of the doors flow open as a blur of green ran out.

"Never again will I get in a car with you behind the wheel Aomine! Who the hell taught you how to drive!?" Midorima shouted as he tried to adjust his rumpled clothes.

"Don't be a whiny ass Midorima, you didn't die did you?" Aomine snapped climbing from the SUV. Akashi sighed, the tall tanned boy was smiling from ear to ear enjoying the fear on Midorima's face.

"Get out." A deep voice said, and in moment a squeaked yell and a flare of gold fell to the ground.

"You didn't have to push me Murasakibarachii!" Kise whined standing to brush the dirty off his clothes.

"You're slow." A lazy draw as Murasakibara unfolded his long limbs from the SUV. The giant blinked up at the house frowning slightly.

"Looks scary." He stated pulling the bags from the vehicle.

"Eh, it's true, it's true!" Kise said hiding behind Aomine.

"You fools it's just a house." Midorima said sighing. "Can we go in already? I need to relieve myself."

"Certainly." Turning Akashi made his way up the stairs, listening the the creak and crack of the old boards as he climbed. He probably should have had the stairs replaced, they sounded as if they would break at any minute.

Pulling the old Skeleton Key from his pocket Akashi quickly unlocked the door as the other followed suit. Old dust and the smell of lemon cleaner lingered in the air as he made his way inside. Flipping on the light he slowly blinked, the house had a certain charm to it.

Dark cheery hardwood floors, deep maroon walls that had faded with time. The light fixtures were Akashi's favorite, teal blue melted glass that looked like tulips that had yet to bloom. They sat on the walls black bases spread out of the entire entry of the foyer.

"Did you find the most haunted looking place possible Akashi?" Aomine asked looking around the house. "What year was the house built anyways?"

"Victorian times I'd say, but it looks like it has been updated over the years." Midorima said his eyes scanning everything around him.

"The last time it was owned was about thirty years ago. I had some updates added of course. The kitchen was redone to some extent as were the bathrooms, the rest was in such great shape I didn't want to take away the charm of the house."

"Ahhh!" At the startled cry everyone quickly turned just as a crash and a pained whine was heard. Akashi quickly moved back outside towards the porch only to find Kise fallen backwards on the steps his foot stuck in a hole.

Moving forward fast Aomine rushed down the stairs lifting the blonde into a sitting position. Kise groaned his hand flying towards the foot stuck in the stairs.

"Get me out!" He snapped eyes wide. Akashi moved forward then gagged. What was that awful smell?

"Somethings rotting Akashi." Midorima said his voice strained.

Kise screamed making everyone jump. "Get me out! Somethings on my foot, get me out!" He was flailing now his arms shaking, his jammed leg kicking frantically.

"Stay still Kise, I can't get you out if you keep moving around." Akashi said calmly, though he was annoyed by the boys actions.

"Ah! Somethings crawling up my legs! Get me out please!"

"Bend you foot." Akashi commanded. Then he jerked releasing the gold and black basketball shoe from its cage. Kise tumbled backwards and would have fallen in Aomine hadn't been holding him up.

"Oh, that's disgusting." Aomine snapped, his face pained. Kise screamed again shaking his now free legs around.

"Maggots! There's maggots on me!"

While Aomine tried to help calm and get the creepy crawlers off Kise, Akashi slowly looked down into the hole. Holding his breathe he leaned over as far as he dared, he grimaced.

"Aomine, take Kise to get a shower." Akashi said not looking up.

"Ew, what is that, what's that slim on my pants and shoe!?" Kise asked frantically.

"It's the decomposed fluids of all the dead animals under this porch." Akashi said blandly wanting to vomit. What was this? And how had they not smelled this horrid stench before, there were at least thirty dead animals under the boards. Ranging from rats, cats, dogs and raccoon's at least that all he could make out from the bit of fur that remained on some.

Kise was whining softly as Aomine escorted him back inside, the blonde had ripped off his shoes and pants before entering the house.

"What is this?" Midorima asked looking down into the hole. "Why are all those dead creators under here?"

"I do not know, I will call someone tomorrow to redo the porch and remove them. Until then lets re-frame from using the stairs, its best not to break them more."

"That's gross." Murasakibara said looking down at the chocolate bar in his hand, pointy the red filling oozing out from the middle. Grimacing he throw the candy away.

"This is a bad omen." Midorima said squeezing the small rubber frog in his hand.

"It's just some dead animal's that must had got trapped and unable to get back out." Akashi said turning to go back into the house. Though rationally he knew that couldn't be the case, they would surely go back out the way they came. There was no other logical conclusion, this house had been abandoned for years.

"I shall start dinner, pick a room except the one at the very end of the hallway at the top of the stairs. That is the master and I will be taking it."

"How many rooms does this place have?" Midorima asked grabbing his bag off the floor.

"Ten, that aren't sealed that is. Some were unable to unlock without breaking the doors, and since I didn't want to ruin such nice thick mahogany doors I asked them to leave them be."

"I don't see the point in such a large home." The tall green hair boy said frowning.

"If I am to remember correctly it was once a INN for travelers." Leaving it at that the red head made his way towards the kitchen. It was the most dated room in house, the walls had been replaced and painted a deep shade of blue to contrast the thick gray marble of the counter tops.

It was an overly large room, with a stove that housed twelve burners to accommodate cooking large meals for all the guest. Three large stove's new, they old ones had been in such poor shape Akashi had to have it replaced. Of course he had a dishwasher installed.

Akashi smiled slowly to himself. A few months in this place and the five of them were sure to make it seem much homier.

The boy was running, as fast as his legs would carry him. Towards the flare of light in front of him. He could hear voices. Voices of young men, so he ran. Towards the lights and those happy laughs. He ran down the stairs towards the kitchen.

He hadn't been able to catch the attention of the men working on the house, but with them. Maybe, just maybe they would see him.

"Hey!" The boy shouted as he moved into the kitchen.

His eyes took in the group in front of him as they sat around the large round table. Talking happily, eating and sharing stories. It was like a rainbow of color, so bright and lovely. He wanted to be apart of that, apart of that group of happy teens.

"Hey!" The boy shouted again. "Look at me!"

"Please!"

Somebody see me.

They were calmly enjoying are dinner when a loud crash silenced the group of boys. Confused by the sound they turned their heads searching for what had caused it.

"What the hell?" Aomine asked standing. Akashi found what he was looking at in seconds. The crystal bowl that had been sitting on the island filled with fruit had fallen to the floor and shattered.

"Wha... How did that happen?!" Kise cried frantically looking around the kitchen.

"Be calm, I'm sure there is a rational reason for that mishap." Akashi said shaking his head at the frantic blonde. How come he was so quick to panic?

"Yea, maybe it was to close to the edge and finally fell off." Aomine said laughing nervously.

"Haunted house." Murasakibara muttered as he took another large bite of food. Akashi sighed again as Kise squeaked nervously.

"Don't be foolish, this house isn't haunted." Midorima said voice tight. A sure sign he didn't believe his own words.

"Could, you know... could we go watch the movie already?" Kise asked laughing softly to hide his discomfort.

"Yes, that sounds like a good idea." Akashi muttered. Better to get them out of the kitchen before their minds ran wild with silly ideas of ghosts. Akashi didn't believe in something as silly as a haunting.

"Why!?" The boy screamed chasing after the guys in front of him. "Why can't you see me!?"

Please. He wanted to beg. Please just look at me, see me. "I'm right beside you!"

I'm alive, I'm alive!

When the older teen's in front of him showed no signs of seeing him the phantom boy crumbled on to the floor. He was seated in front of the red head they called Akashi. He had a lovely face, smooth pale skin. Elegant eyebrows, and perfectly formed cheeks. Bright crimson eyes that held a strong intelligence and a hidden kindness.

Those eye's, the boy knew those type of eye's. They saw to much, but gave away nothing. They saw everything that was around him.

Except for me.

He just wanted someone to see him. He just wanted out of the dark shadows of this house once and for all. He didn't want to be trapped here anymore, not with the things that lurked in the dark.

"Akashi." The boy whispered tasting the name as it rolled off his tongue. The one called Akashi jerked eyes moving around the room.

"Did you call me?" He asked the blonde sitting beside him.

Wait? He had heard me? Why? He had been screaming at them forever now, so why now had he heard him?

"Me!" The now excited boy said. "I called you!" Look at me!

"No, I didn't say anything Akashichii." The blonde mumbled looking bothered by the question.

"Oh, I must have imagined it." The red head said looking back toward the TV. The phantom boy frowned. He just wanted to be seen. He wanted out of this nightmare. It had been too long, far to long since someone had seen him, has heard the sound of his voice.

Far too long since he felt the touch of someones skin against him. The warmth embrace of another.

"Akashi." The sad boy muttered. He liked the sound of that voice on his lips, loved the way his tongue rolled as he spoke that strong name.

Again the boy jumped.

"Akashi." The boy said louder now. His name, he could hear his name. Those red eyes landed on the floor in front of him staring intensely. Could he... Could he possibly see him? Hopeful the boy reached up running his pale finger over that smooth cheek.

Akashi shuddered eyes wide. He could feel me then? Smiling the boy reached up once more wanting to touch that warm skin.

A shiver ran down his spine, the room suddenly dimmed as the world around him blurred.

No... Not now. Please not now.

The walls shuddered and shook as the light was stolen away. Now on his feet the boy quickly looked around him eyes searching. It was coming... something from below. It was coming for him. Back now pressed against the wall he tried to think of a plan. Anything to get away, but even after all these years he had yet to figure out a way to escape the pain that was to come.

Darkness was creeping down the halls as a wail filled the air. The phantom boy bit his lip to keep from screaming. He knew better, knew his screams only fueled the beast from below.

Wide frightened eyes landed on the red head. The boy, he was still searching the room still looking to see what he could not.

"Akashi." The phantom muttered just as the melted flesh of a hand wrapped around his ankle. Breathing heavily the scared boy looked down. Till this day the things that crawled from the earth made his stomach turn.

Thick swollen flesh of the dead, crawled along the floor slowly making their way towards the boy in the corner. Their melted blackened skin burned as made contact with chilled skin. The smell of burnt flesh hung thick in the now foggy air.

"Go away." The terrified boy said trying to shake off the fingers wrapped around his slender ankle.

That wail became a scream, the doors of the house slammed shut one by one shaking the windows, rattling the chandeliers. Black ooze began dripping from the ceiling the phantom cried out as it burned his skin.

A thick dark fog filled the room, wrapping its way around the prone boys legs. And the boys, the ones now living in his home. They saw nothing, they could save no one.

A tear rolling down his face as the phantom looked towards the red head one last time. "Akashi." He whispered.

Then he was screaming as the cage around his legs jerked him onto the hardwood floor, screaming as he was drug across the floor his nails digging into the wood floors trying to grab onto something.

He didn't want to go. He didn't want to be taken into the darkness. Not again, not again.

"Akashi!" He screamed, but it was useless. He was the phantom boy, the boy no one saw or heard.

"Please!" He begged as he was flung down the hallway fingers now trying to grip the rug. Not down there please not down there.

It was to late. With a final scream the boy was thrown into the darkness, a door slamming closed in front of him. The inky blackness swallowed him, stealing his breath.

Bone chilling darkness ate that beautiful soul once more.

Akashi was trying to control the shaking in his hands. He could have sworn someone had whispered his name. He had felt the cold touch of fingers on his skin. His fingers brushed the skin on his cheek where the cold chill had just been.

Akashi shook himself. Impossible, nothing touched him. It was nothing more then the tired workings of his mind. It had been a long day that was all.

"Akashi." The teen froze at the scared whisper of his name filled his ears. Eyes scanning he looked towards his friends. None of them seemed to hear that feather light voice, so pleading and scared.

"Akashi!" Seijuro jumped to his feet then, heart pounding as the scream echoed down the hallway.

"Akashi, what's wrong?" Midorima asked blinking over at his friend, green eyes worried.

"It's nothing, I apologize for disturbing your movie." Bowing slightly Akashi sat back down. He was just being foolish. There was nothing in this house screaming his name. There had been no cold chill or frightened voice.

It was simply his exhausted mind begging for rest.