The Color Red

Akashi Seijuro. That was his name. Akashi Seijuro.

As Kuroko repeated the name that seemed to have haunted him for days, all he could've thought was that familiar red hair and those eyes. Why did he have to look in those eyes. The eyes that could command one to do what he wants.

As time goes on, Kuroko meets one that reminds him of... him.

He just wants to be free.

(Finally started editing but time can be a pain and man are the unedited chapters making me cringe. But I am getting there!)