Cross-hairs (Akakuro)

Chapter 13

67 P.O.V

He looks back at me as I stare at him confused. He gives me a soft smile and "Stay a while - We can get more work done" He whispers, it was only us in the dark library. The librarian was busy putting books away with earphones in. I sigh gently 

"Akashi - I have class early. I have to sleep" I say pulling my hand away from his grasp, Not liking how hot it felt  where he grabbed me.

"Come on 10 more minutes" He whispers standing up, Why was there so much desperation in his eyes he steps towards me causing me to step back 

"Akashi. Its late and dark you need to go home" I say, "Besides we'll see each other tomorrow."

"Tet-" He stops himself as I look back at him, I sigh gently and grab my bag 

"Your puppy will be wondering where you are" I say bluntly, Assholes just using me because I look like Tetsuya. "I mean it Akashi. Go home, You need to work on the project its still lacking" I say and quickly turn around walking towards the door quickly. I bite my lip gently and push the door open. 

Once I'm out of the library I dial commanders number and walk to my dorm 

"67 you're late" His cold voice rings down the line, I nod

"Yes commander i'm very sorry I lost track of time. I haven't found anything new yet but I'll search his house" He clicks his tongue and waits to respond, 5 long aching seconds pass before he sighs 

"Get it done, We need you back" He says before hanging up, I close the door to my dorm and sigh gently. I put my bag down and sit at my desk. I turn the lamp on and look down at my notebook. Looking at the words I had scribbled about everyone 

Murasakibara - 6' 10" - Likes food - doesn't put much effort into anything unless Akashi is around. 

I sigh gently flipping to Akashi's personal file 

Akashi seijuro - Heir to his fathers company, Rich boy. Obsessed with one Kuroko Tetsuya (Deceased) Fathers company moving overseas. 

I need more information before I let my feelings latch onto him. I dont understand WHY I feel so connected to him. Why I feel so happy when I catch him staring at me. 

Or when the others make time to hang out with me. Its probably just me being weird. Its probably because I've never felt so warm around people. No one in the agency can talk to each other. Look at each other or even be around each other. 

Its because all ive known is the cold steel of the gun in my hands and the dark and empty bedroom I would find myself in. The silence kills me sometimes, When its too quiet My thoughts wonder and my heads overtaken by the buzzing from the machine in stage one.

but somewhere behind the buzzing and the static, there's a small hint of laughter. A small flicker of light that cuts through the darkness in my head and sometimes just sometimes. It leaves a warm feeling for when I sleep, For when I finally get some freedom from the hell that is my life. 

Wait..I shouldn't be thinking such things. If the commander found out I had such thoughts. He would surely punish me...Or worse. Send me back to stage one. 

Back to conditioning and Training. 

I'd be back to kneeling on a cold stone floor watching my blood drip onto it. Hearing my broken breaths and hearing the commander, my father. telling me to stand up and continue on. No I shouldn't think these things. 

I slam the notebook shut and walk to the bed slowly taking my shoes off and sitting crossed legged on the center of the bed. I close my eyes an relax my brain. Its time to clear my head and get my bearings and get back on track.