Warning: future yaoi (boy x boy).

I don't own Kuroko no Basuke.

Your eyes, they shine so bright

I wanna save that light

I can't escape this now

Unless you show me how

"Aomine," Momo said as she poked her head out the window from his room.

He of course did not answer, simply stayed lying on his back, even though the dingy tiles made it slightly uncomfortable, but the night was cool enough for him not to complain. It helped him relax, giving him some sense of freshness instead of the suffocating feeling he got when he stayed inside his room as of lately.

"Aomine," she repeated more strongly, as if she thought he had not heard her the first time.

Once again he gave her no reply.

A shuddering sigh left her lips, either too tired to try any further or in the verge of crying from his lack of response.

"It's only been three weeks," she said softly, her voice tense and not very reassuring to his ears. He could not help the scoff that left his lips, his disbelief that everything was gonna be okay dominating his usual aloof responds and causing him to answer before he could stop himself.

"The doctor sai-" she began, but was interrupted as Aomine sat up.

"The doctor has said a lot of things...but is he awake? No, right?" he finally said, his hand curling into a fist beside him to stop himself from going off on the girl. He knew what she was doing, and perhaps he should have been more grateful at her attempt, but as of now he felt numbness throughout his body. He could feel the cool breeze hit his body, yet he knew even without the chill of the night breeze, he would still feel empty.

His anger quickly diffused as he heard her sobs and sniffles, trying her best to keep them quiet, but failing miserably. He sagged in exhaustion and laid back down.

Hearing her sniffle and try to calm herself to tell him something, but he felt that if she opened her mouth and uttered any other word about him, he wouldn't be able to keep anything in.

All he knew was that talking and thinking about him made his throat close and itch in a way he was not used too. The thought of dark ruby eyes shining, causing his own dark blue eyes to water and a fusing ball of fire to form in the pit of his stomach from suppressed anger.

His muscles becoming tense and once it faded, he felt absolutely fatigued and weak. Aomine rolled on his side as he stopped her just as she opened those trembling lips.

"Go home Satsuki"

"Ao-"

"Go" he said more softly.

That must have struck something cause for once she did not argue or stubbornly try to get his attention; she just made an almost inaudible whimper before giving him an equally soft 'okay'.

Once he heard a soft click, indicating her departure, he sat up. Looking up at the sky, he tried very hard not to think.

More specifically he tried not to think of him.

Of the warm smiles.

Of the radiating light that shone when he looked at him, causing a need within him to want to make it brighter.

But most of all he tried not to think of that day.

Of the oozing blood and paralyzing shock as he stared at the body laying practically lifeless in the street.

Of the distant noise as a crowd gathered and some telling him to move, but he could not, not matter how much he wanted. Of the muffled noise of a siren and paramedics checking for any signs of life in the body on the ground.

Why didn't he move.

His feet had been planted, as if cement held them down, and he remembered wanting nothing else but go to where he lay and... Do something. Anything.

A tight knot made it to his throat and it made it hard for him to breathe. Coughing he put his head between his legs and tried his best to get the images of the accident out of his head, but it didn't work. He gasped for air as his eyes shut closed and he whispered to himself that it wasn't his fault.

Over and over again he told himself reassuring words of how he was not to blame , even if he didn't believe it, but that's what everyone kept telling him. It didn't alleviate the guilt swelling in his heart, but it only made his eyes sting and heart race. All he could do was wait until it somehow went away.

What felt like hours, but lasted just a few minutes, his throat cleared and heart slowed down. He was shaking and as he looked at the tiles of his roof, Aomine felt pathetic as he watched the tiles become stained with his tears.

Each pitter patter of his tears drops, made him look as each one landed one after another, his vision blurred and before he knew it sobs where wrenching out of his lips.

Pathetic was all he could think.

Hello ^^, so just wanna say this in not a song fic just got inspired by those lyrics from Demons by Imagine Dragons. Didn't think that my first AoKaga would be angsty, but I've been wanting to write something more angsty and not cutsey as well as some AoKaga cause there is just not enough and I love them. Anyway hope you guys love it and I hope I didn't make Aomine too OCC (just wanted to see him cry. Is that cruel?). So please be kind and comment to tell me what all of you guys think.