Revelations [Romantik/Intimität - "Wenn es sonst nichts ist..." - für mich]

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Titel: Revelations
Team: Weiß (Titanic)
Challenge: Romantik/Intimität: "Wenn es sonst nichts ist..." (auf Englisch übersetzt) [für mich]
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke (Monster-AU)
Charaktere: Satsuki Momoi, Daiki Aomine, Ryouta Kise, Tetsuya Kuroko & Taiga Kagami (es tummelt sich langsam)
Wörter: 1.185
Sprache: Englisch
Warnungen: non-graphic description + mention of injuries
Inhalt: Dragging Aomine out turns into something else entirely.
Anmerkungen: Falls sich jemand fragt, wo Riko geblieben ist - die kommt im nächsten Teil wieder :)
Hier werden sozusagen die Weichen gelegt für den Plot, der so langsam ins Rollen kommt.

Satsuki had just pushed Aomine out the door when his phone started ringing. The default ring-tone, of course, because he couldn’t even be bothered with that.

“Hn?” was how Aomine picked it up, ever the rude one.

There was an agitated voice on the other end. Satsuki could hear it even from a distance, though she couldn’t make out any concrete words, nothing that created a context.

“Nah, sorry, I’m busy today,” Aomine said and hung up in the middle of something that the voice was saying.

“Who was that?” Satsuki asked. She presumed it was Aomine’s sometime job, helping out the local police whenever they needed extra backup.

“Police. They’re panicking for some reason. Too bothersome, really,” Aomine replied, already putting his phone away, but it started ringing again.

“Seriously, if it’s them again I’m blocking- oh,” he interrupted himself and, surprisingly, picked it up. Whoever it was, it wasn’t the policeman from before.

“Kise, you better have something good for me,” Aomine said and Satsuki’s heart skipped a beat.

Kise. She knew he was with criminal investigation of human crimes now. She also knew he didn’t really call. Any of them. Ever since they all disbanded. None of them really did. It had always been Satsuki who did the calling. She hadn’t even heard from Akashi, who was the most likely of them to call.

Something was wrong. She could feel it in her blood and bones.

“What.” Aomine’s voice was sharp like his claws, and also shocked.

He turned his wide eyes on Satsuki, and her heart sank. She exhaled heavily, bracing herself for any bad news.

“We’re on our way,” Aomine said and hung up without a goodbye, quickly storing his phone in his pocket. All the while, his eyes remained trained on Satsuki.

“It’s Tetsu, he’s in critical condition.”

Satsuki couldn’t even open her mouth to utter a no. She kept staring at Aomine, unable to make sense of it all, while her heart broke into a million pieces right in front of her.

“Come on,” Aomine said, sounding uncharacteristically breathy. All Satsuki could do was follow him.

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Satsuki knew all the rules and regulations about interviewing victims in hospitals. She knew about all the restrictions. But she probably knew even more about the rules of visiting patients, having visited her friends and having been visited by them enough times to memorize it all.

Which was why she wasn’t having any of the bullshit the police officer blocking her was trying to convince her of.

“You have no right to keep me out if he himself wants me there. And you have no right to interview him until he agrees,” Satsuki spat and gritted her teeth. She was very close to just using her powers, even if it wasn’t exactly legal for her to do.

But this was Kuroko. He was far more important than the law.

“Yo, just let her through, man, you don’t want to deal with her bad side, trust me,” Aomine added in. Satsuki wasn’t sure if she wanted to smack him or thank him for the sort of backup.

The police officer looked rather flustered by that, but kept his stance. “Sorry, we are supposed to keep an eye on him and not let anyone in.”

“You’re overstepping the line,” Satsuki retorted sharply, trying to convey how dangerous she could be. Her blood was practically boiling, she even had to pus her blunt nails into her palms to stop herself from shaking in anger.

A little bit of fear flashed in the police officer’s eyes, but Satsuki could see from how straight his shoulders still were that he wouldn’t back down.

He opened his mouth to say something, but he didn’t get to it.

“Haga-san, what’s the matter?” a very familiar voice asked.

Satsuki and Aomine turned around at the same time. Satsuki had been expecting to meet him, but she was still caught off-guard.

“Ki-chan!”

“Hi, Momocchi! Aominecchi!” Kise greeted them. His cheerful voice belied the serious look in his face as he strode towards them and stopped right in front of the policeman - Haga-san.

“We have orders not to let anyone in, sir,” Haga-san said, suddenly looking even straighter and more tense. Kise had to be his superior.

“Oh, if it’s nothing else…” Kise said, then turned to Satsuki and Aomine again. “Follow me.”

With that he strode right past Haga-san and neither Satsuki nor Aomine wasted any time. Before Haga-san could even begin to formulate a sentence, they were already through the door. There were a million things she wanted to say to Kise - to all of her former team - but right now, there were other priorities.

There was a single bed with Kuroko in it. Satsuki’s heart constricted when she saw the sorry state he seemed to be in. There were bandages everywhere and the skin that was still visible was sallow instead of his typical snow-white complexion. Some places were littered with blue-ish and purple bruises.

She covered her mouth with her hand in shock, but quickly recovered and rushed to his side.

He was awake. His ice blue eyes focused on Satsuki and she thought she saw them crinkle.

“You said he was in critical condition,” Aomine hissed at Kise from over Satsuki’s shoulder.

“He was. Not too long ago. Would you have come if I had told you he’d made it?” Kise shot back quietly.

Satsuki rolled her eyes. At least they weren’t being loud. Then she noticed the intense stare Kuroko regarded her with, and she focused back on him.

“Guys, I think he wants to tell us something,” she cut through their bickering, and they went quiet.

“Listen,” Kuroko said slowly, sounding less hoarse than Satsuki would have expected. “Kagami…”

“Who?” Aomine asked, confusion clear in his face.

“That would be me.”

It spoke for everyone’s distractedness that none of them had noticed the man enter. Satsuki’s instincts kicked in and she immediately took a defensive stance, covering part of Kuroko’s bed in protection. From the corner of her eye she saw Aomine do the same for the other half of the bed.

The man in the door was tall, a were-tiger judging by the ears, had red hair and was dressed casually with a simple dark tee and slacks. Satsuki could see how powerful he was. He probaby rivaled Aomine, which would be alarming were she alone. Aomine was the strongest fighter Satsuki knew.

The man, however, raised his hands in a placating gesture and suddenly looked awkward.

“Whoa, easy there, I’m not the enemy.”

Only now die Satsuki register the bruises on the man. He was injured similarly to, though a lot lighter than Kuroko.

“I work with Kuroko,” he explained, and only then did Satsuki relax her tense muscles. Aomine seemed to have come to the same conclusion. She couldn’t see Kise, what with him being on the other side of the bed, behind them, but she was sure he did the same.

“I found him, and when I did, he wasn’t alone.”