Dear anon, I’m not sure this qualifies as babysitting together… it just turned out like this. And of course it got long again.
Set in early season six.
Mulder knows Scully is
home because there are noises coming from inside.
He’s knocked twice already
and now he’s waiting, maybe a little bit impatiently; he’s worrying the edges
of the case files he’s holding in his hands. The flimsy excuse for his visit.
About to knock again,
the door opens, and at first Mulder, expecting Scully, doesn’t see the tiny
person basically hanging from the door knob.
“Who are you?” Mulder
lowers his eyes upon hearing the voice and blinks in confusion.
“This is- Dana
Scully’s apartment?” The child stares up at him, imitating his blinking. The
child, he can’t deny, looks eearily like Scully herself; red hair, but unruly,
unbrushed, and big, blue, very curious eyes. His first thought is that he’s entered
an alternate reality where Dana Scully, his partner, is nothing but a child.
“Aunty Dana there is a
strange man here!” The small girl yells without taking her eyes off him. Of
course, Mulder thinks and smiles at the girl who remains skeptical, narrowing
her eyes. A Scully child, but not her; and definitely not hers. He tries to
chase the thought away quickly, but the child… why does this girl look so much
like Scully herself?
“Hannah, I told you
not to- Mulder? What are you doing here?”
“I…uhm, there was
something in this-“ He keeps staring at the child, who wears the same curious
expression as Scully, in just a few sizes smaller.
“Is this the man Uncle
Bill always complains about?” The girl, Hannah, asks, gazing up at Mulder.
“That sounds like me.”
Mulder smiles, but the girl remains wary.
“Mulder, this is my
niece Hannah,” Scully’s voice sounds like an endless sigh, “She is Charlie’s
daughter.” He expects her to give more details, but she doesn’t. Judging by her
look she is waiting for him to say his piece and leave her alone again.
“Hi, Hannah. Uhm, Scully
I was wondering if I could talk to you about this case but… I didn’t know your
brother was here.”
“He’s not,” Hannah
quickly interjects, “he and mommy are on a date. That’s why I get to stay with
aunt Dana. I like her a lot.” Mulder nods, fully understanding the child.
There’s no one else he’d rather spend time with either. That’s the whole reason
he’s here after all.
“What is a case, aunt
Dana? Can Mulder come in and play with us?” He does his best to look harmless
and puts on a pouty smile. Two against one is unfair, he realizes, but he’s
“All right, Mulder can
come in.” Scully, still in sighing mood, opens the door to let Mulder inside.
Apparently this is the sign for Hannah to completely claim him for herself. She
takes his hand and almost forcefully leads him over to the couch. There’s a
huge box of Legos next to Scully’s usually impeccable couch table. Mulder
admires the colorful, child made construct.
“Did you make this?”
Hannah nods proudly and grins, showing him a nice combination of baby teeth and
“It’s a space ship,”
she tells him and Mulder quickly glances at Scully, whose face is unreadable.
“Aunt Dana says aliens are gray. My daddy told me they’re green.”
“Oh, did she?” Mulder
can’t help the grin on his face just like Scully can’t hide the blush that
spreads on hers. “But she’s right, you know.”
“I want to go to space
when I’m big. Do you think I can? Aunt Dana says I can.”
“You know what? You
should always listen to what your aunt Dana tells you. She is really smart and
almost always right. And I’m absolutely certain you can go to space when you’re
big.” Hannah turns to look at Scully, a big fat grin on her face.
“Mulder, you wanted to
talk to me about a case?”
“But Mulder needs to
help me build the space ship!”
“I’m sure Mulder has
other plans, Hannah. Anyway, it’s almost time for bed.” The girl huffs loudly.
He considers telling Scully that he doesn’t have other plans; the case was just
an excuse to come here. What Mulder didn’t consider, though, is that unlike him
she might be busy on a Friday night. The thought of spending a weekend apart
from her seemed unbearable; they spent so many weekends together, not
necessarily by choice, while assigned to the x-files. Now he doesn’t remember
not to be around her all the time. But she didn’t tell him about her brother
visiting, or babysitting her niece. He wouldn’t have just shown up if she had
(or he would have thought of a better reason). So he figures it’s partly her
fault he’s here now.
voice is impatient as she points her finger towards the kitchen. He picks up
his file and follows her. “So what did you want to talk about? Why didn’t you
just call? Why couldn’t it have waited til Monday?”
“Uhm…” Mulder doesn’t
have an answer for any of her questions. Seeing Hannah has thrown him off;
seeing Scully with the girl who looks so much like her has made him forget
everything. Completely out of patience, Scully tears the file out of Mulder’s
“Mulder, you can’t be
serious. This is not an x-file. It’s not even a case!” She closes the file
forcefully and throws it on the table. “So why are you really here?”
“I- it is a case,
Scully. These teenagers-“
“Mulder, no. You could
have called me with this and it would have taken me two minutes to tell you
that this is nothing. Not to mention that we’re off the x-files. Yet you
decided to drive over here on a Friday night. Why?”
“Why didn’t you tell
me about your niece?” Scully’s eyebrows rise in surprise.
“I don’t see how this
is any of your business.“
“You didn’t tell
me your brother was in town.”
“Mulder, what I
do on weekends is my business. This doesn’t concern you and if there’s no
reason for you to be here…” She trails off suddenly, crossing her arms in
front of her and just stares at him.
“But why didn’t
you just tell me your brother was visiting? I wouldn’t have come here.” Of
course it’s a lie. Knowing her brother was here, the one who doesn’t know him
and maybe, just maybe, doesn’t hate him, might not have changed anything. He
still would have missed her. He wants to tell her exactly that – that he misses
her, that a weekend without her is insufferable – but he knows how she’ll react
if he does; she’ll roll her eyes, she’ll say his name in that particular way
and she’ll send him away. So he decides to stall and turn the tables around.
“Like I said,
Mulder, this is not about you. This is my life, my family. It doesn’t concern you.”
Her words shouldn’t hurt as much as they do. Yet, they tear right through him,
gnaw strongly at him. He sighs deeply and watches her like she watches him. At
least she hasn’t thrown him out yet.
voice chimes from the living room. “I need help on my space ship!”
“At least one
Scully woman still likes me.” Mulder’s attempt at humor falls short when
Scully’s face remains stoic.
“She doesn’t know
you very well.” Scully replies and that one really hurts.
“Am I allowed to
help her? Or do you want me to leave?” Her answer is clearly written on
her face; she wants him to leave. Mulder knows they need to talk about this;
whatever this is. Maybe part of him, at least unconsciously, wanted to come
here to clear the air between them. Scully has been edgy for a while now, at
least since their return from Antarctica. Their reassignment and Diana’s
presence, their undisclosed past, haven’t helped matters much. Though Mulder
isn’t sure either of these things is the reason for her distant behavior.
Scully makes a dismissive hand gesture, “You’ve got 20 minutes until bed
time.” There’s a remark on his tongue, but this time he swallows it, nods,
and joins little Hannah in the living room. The girl grins at him. Ten minutes
ago she didn’t even know him and now she’s reaching out her hands, grabbing for
him. If only he had that same effect on her aunt. Mulder sits down on the floor
next to Hannah and carefully touches the still unfinished space ship.
missing.” She tells him, slightly stumbling on her ’s’-sounds. “I
don’t know what.” Mulder pretends to examine the space ship closely,
making the girl giggle. He takes a few of the bricks and puts them in her hand.
Hannah watches him closely as he builds a small attachment on the roof of the rectangular
“What is it?”
Hannah leans over, her long hair falling all around her face. Mulder reaches
out and as the child turns to him, tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.
entrance,” he explains, “You have to have someone fly the space ship,
right?” Hannah nods happily. “See? That’s how your pilot can get
alien.” Hannah reminds him.
alien.” Mulder agrees with a smile.
Scully’s voice is gentle and as Mulder lifts his head, sees her soft
expression, he can’t help but wonder how long she’s been standing there.
“Come on, you’ve got to get ready for bed.”
“The space ship
will still be there tomorrow.” Hannah hesitates, her small hand still
holding a few bricks.
“And Mulder? Will
Mulder still be here tomorrow?”
now,” Scully urges her on and reaches out her hand. This time Hannah does
as she’s told and follows along the hall, “You can say goodbye once you’re
in your pajamas.”
Mulder gets up from
the floor, his knees protesting quietly, and sits on the couch. They must have
left the bathroom door open because he can hear them in there. Hannah is
telling Scully all about space and the moon, aliens and monsters and Mulder has
Mulder,” the girl says loudly; Mulder doubts that she’s aware he can hear
them out here, “Why doesn’t uncle Bill like him?”
“They didn’t meet
under the best circumstances. You’re not done brushing your teeth yet,
“I’ll tell uncle
Bill how great Mulder is at building space ships. He must like him then! You
like him, right?” Mulder strains his ears; he knows he shouldn’t eavesdrop
and he knows that Scully most likely won’t tell her niece what an asshole he
is. At least he hopes she won’t. There’s plenty of time for that in the future.
Once he’s out of Scully’s life, just a bleak memory, and when Hannah asks about
him as a teenager – if she remembers him at all – she can tell him then. How he
let her down and how he lets everyone down he loves. As long as she doesn’t do
it now when Hannah still likes him, when she thinks he’s good at playing Legos.
“Aunty Dana? You like
him, don’t you?”
“Yes, honey. I do
like Mulder. I like him a lot.” Mulder wonders how much of that is true
when he hears tiny feet running down the hall. Hannah jumps onto the couch and
right into his side.
careful.” He starts tickling her and she screams in delight.
Mulder!” He lets go of her then, but she remains cuddled to his side,
leaning against him.
goodnight, Hannah. He needs to go home, too.” The girl turns to him with
an earnest expression.
“Is it almost
past your bedtime, too?” She asks him and he nods solemnly.
“I hate bed
time.” Hannah lets him know in a loud whisper.
“Me too.” He
admits, quickly glancing up at Scully. “But you should listen to your aunt
Dana. Remember what I told you earlier?”
“Exactly. So you
better do as she says and go to bed.”
eyes fill with tears, “Can Mulder come back tomorrow?”
might have plans tomorrow.” Scully sighs and Mulder turns to look at her.
He went to Antarctica for her; if she thinks he’s backing down when it comes to
babysitting her adorable niece, they really need to have a talk.
“I’m still here
tomorrow,” Hannah tells him excitedly, “Please don’t have plans
what,” Mulder leans closer to the little girl, “I promise I’ll talk
to your aunt Dana about this if you go to bed now.” Hannah thinks it over
for a moment, then nods, and wanders off. Scully stares after her, amazement apparent
on her face. Mulder can’t help his smug grin.
“Well, my work
here is done,” he says, getting up from the couch, “I better leave.
You can tell Hannah whatever you like. Tell her…,” how much I hate this,
he thinks, “tell her I do have plans. I’m sure you’ll come up with
something plausible. I’ll see you on Monday.”
He’s halfway to the
door when Scully stops him. “Mulder, wait.” He stops, but doesn’t
turn around just yet.
“Do you want to
spend the day with us tomorrow? Maybe not the whole day. I mean… however long
you want. If you want.”
you?” He’s facing her now and he wishes he could tell her how much he
wants this. To spend the day with her and her adorable nice. To just be around
her, talk to her, without fighting, without second-guessing each other. They don’t
need the x-files. At least not for this. He wants to be with her any way he is
allowed, any chance he gets.
“What about me?
I’ll be there too.”
“No, I mean… do
you want me to spend the day with you and Hannah?” His eyes plead with
hers to just say yes. This is his olive branch until he figures out to tell her
all the things he wants to say to her; until he figures out how to right
whatever went wrong between them these last couple of months. Scully is taking
her time answering and finally she sighs; a clear sign that she’s come to a
“I’d really like
it if you’d spend the day with us, Mulder. Hannah adores you.”
“And you like
me.” If only he knew how to keep his mouth shut sometimes. He smiles
sheepishly, basically admitting that he’s eavesdropped earlier. Scully’s
earlier discontentment with him seems to have evaporated, though, and he
receives a warm smile.
“And I like you.
How about you come over for breakfast? Then we’ll figure out what to do.”
Or, that one AU in which Grindelwald erased Graves’ memories and dumped him in Europe, leaving him alone to rebuild his life from scratch. Everyone believes him dead. Newt and Credence run into him in France by accident.
staying in Paris for a couple of days, trying to find the wizard Newt was
searching for. Another supposed expert when it came to magical beasts. Newt
absolutely wanted to talk with him about the Beast of the Gévaudan, and other legendary
creatures he’d heard originated from France.
staying at a Hotel in separate rooms, a cheap but nice place to be with
everything they needed. America was far behind, now. It had been two years
since the debacle with the Obscurus in New York, and a year and 9 months since
Newt Scamander found Credence residing in his suitcase, occupying the
freezing landscape in his Obscurus form.
Credence with him, refusing to tell anyone about his discovery, and offered to
teach Credence magic. With Newt at his side, Credence had grown. He’d learned
to raise his head higher when he talked, had learned to be more confident when
he expressed his opinions, had learned to say what he liked and disliked and
most of all, he’d learned to control the dark force within him and now managed
to do actual magic. Sure, there was
still a lot to accomplish yet, but Credence was a far cry from what he’d been a
few years ago. He’d let his hair grow as well, getting rid once and for all of
the horrible haircut Mary Lou gave him. It was still short but it curled around
a bit, giving his face a gentleness he thought didn’t resemble him.
Jordan × You × Josh = A family divided (and a possible threesome) Pairings: Jordan Dun × Fem!Reader , Josh Dun × Fem!Reader, Jordan Dun × Fem!Reader × Josh Dun Warnings: light light light degradation, super light choking, very vanilla. Word Count: 3.4k A/N: loosely related to this
yoonkook drabble inspired by yoonkook asking if they should do lamb skewers business together lmffkdjs and yoongi’s parents being like NOPE
“ahhhh i really wanted to do it!” jungkook flops onto his back, rolling round on the couch. yoongi pulls his headphones down.
“we can still do it,” he turns in his chair, hands folded in his lap. jungkook squirms onto his side, cheek smushed against the couch arm, glasses slightly askew; it’s cute. yoongi clears his throat. “i mean, it’s not like we’d be doing it for a while either way. it’s not really up to them to decide.” at this, jungkook extends one arm and waves a finger in a ‘no no’ fashion. yoongi’s brows rise.
“nope,” jungkook finally gives up and sits upright like a sort of normal human being, folding his legs underneath himself. “i know you care what they think,” he holds his hand up when yoongi opens his mouth to argue, “which’s good. i care too. and the furniture thing could be fun.”
yoongi sputters. “i was joking.”
“but you weren’t joking about the restaurant?”
“well, no,” if yoongi could back-pedal on a rolling chair he would; but the back of it is already against his desk. he blinks. “would you really want to?”
jungkook rolls his eyes and considers throwing a pillow at yoongi except that might be hazardous for all his equipment, so jungkook just stares at him. he thinks about the yoongi who used to hold him in the dance practice room when he’d fall asleep by accident; he thinks about yoongi grinning at him during their recent choreography break together, his hand at the back of his neck like it belongs there. he thinks about yoongi as he is now, his favorite version because it is also yoongi’s favorite version of himself – in his finest element; creating. he thinks about how he loves him, because that’s definitely what it is and jungkook has grown into himself now enough to know it. and it’s funny, how he can have his little crushes on the others too – because he loves them also, is inhumanly fond of all of them; and well why wouldn’t he be? they have only ever been there for him; and isn’t that everything? with yoongi it is different though.
the idea of a business together means the idea of a future together, beyond bangtan for all that jungkook wants this to last forever too.
the idea is: not having to say goodbye.
so when he asks yoongi if he’s serious, the smile he sends him is very serious – seriously warm, seriously open, seriously in love.
he watches carefully, the slight glare of the light caught on his own glasses doing nothing to obscure a flicker of something like comprehension that appears and disappears so fast, if jungkook had not been looking so closely, he would have missed it; but he sees it. he waits.
yoongi shifts in his chair, hands going to his knees. he’s nervous. jungkook wonders if that’s good or bad.
“of course i want to,” jungkook gets off the couch and stands so near to yoongi that they’re touching – barely but very all at once. jungkook imagines being bolder, imagines pushing yoongi’s beanie up off of his hair and watching the unruly light blue fall into his perfect dark eyes, imagines maybe kneeling down in front of him just to make a point or pulling yoongi up just to make another point; but it’s imagination and jungkook is not bolder, not yet. he’s just what he is right now: in love and knows he’s in love and likes to be close. it’s enough. for now. yoongi surprises him by leaning up to fix jungkook’s glasses, his fingertips grazing his skin brief warm and wanted when he lowers his hand.
“it doesn’t have to be furniture either,” yoongi more or less blurts out – the way you do when you’re so nervous you just let the first thing that comes to mind be what you say. all in all, it could be worse. yoongi could have said one of the other things on the heels of that thought, things like: that makes me happy, you make me happy, 'we’ make me happy. things yoongi knew but never consciously Thought and now that he’s thinking it, well. he looks away but the soft burn in his cheeks is there anyway; stupid complexion.
but when jungkook laughs he looks back up, his own smile suddenly there because jungkook’s joy is contagious. that’s something they all agree on. just the other day he’d been in namjoon’s studio, giving input where he wanted it and where he didn’t, saw the picture of all seven of them on his desk, picked it up and said: “we’re good now aren’t we.” namjoon pulled him in by his waist like the old friend he is and said,
“yep,” then asked why yoongi thought the transition in the current track needed to be moved.
a little after that they heard jungkook’s laughter. they know each other well enough to recognize that’s jungkook’s 'i’m watching something funny on my phone while walking down the hallway despite all the hazards that come with that’ laugh. namjoon chuckled and yoongi shook his head and namjoon said without any prompting, “love that kid.”
yoongi didn’t notice his own words as much as namjoon did when he murmured, “yeah….same.”
now, watching jungkook bubble over with brightness, yoongi sees parts of all of them in how he ducks his head, how he can laugh with his whole body, how he curls his fingers, how he emanates an invigorating sort of love that says: if you’re doing good, i’m good too.
yoongi considers the probability of being in love.
“maybe we’ll do both,” jungkook says and locks his hands behind his back like a child, bending forward so that his face is level with yoongi’s, and it’d be both easy and hard to kiss him. yoongi wants to, isn’t as shocked by it as he might have been a couple years ago; but he doesn’t. instead he reaches a hand up to card through jungkook’s hair, ruffling it just this side of playful and adoring, hums a thoughtful sound and says,
“maybe we will.”
a moment passes. jungkook’s glasses slide down his nose. yoongi fixes them again, gently recedes…only to pull jungkook along with him by his wrist. at his desk he lifts his headphones off his own neck and puts them on jungkook; one ear still lifted, he says,
“not sure about this one. might be pretty good in the end but the foundation’s got to have more melody…ah anyway…” he smiles, all teeth this time, taps the side of jungkook’s neck and looks back at the screen as he hits play and says softly,“let me know.”
A/N: hey guys! so here is another little gajevy fic for you. I’m warning you ahead time that the grammar might not be great or the story to be honest. The first few times I wrote it and edit it, I cried every time Xp So hopeful a few of you guys might too :p Anyways, if there is any constructive criticism or something that I could do better, please let me know! It would help me out so much you guys! ok well I hope you guys like! love ya! (I don’t own any of characters, they all belong to Hiro Mashima)
He woke up to the sound of an explosion and the destruction of a building. Gajeel’s eyes fluttered open, his gaze looking up at the night sky that was being lit up by fireballs, white light, and lightning. The sound of roars and destruction filled his ears, the volume of the sounds causing him to wince. From where he was lying on the ground, he slowly sat up groaning as pain rippled throughout his whole body. Gajeel felt something wet and sticky on his forehead. He raised his hand to his forehead, his fingers collecting some the sticky substance onto his finger tips. He pulled his hand down to reveal that his fingers are stained red; he was bleeding. “Great.” he mumbled sarcastically. Gajeel let out a breath before maneuvering his body so he could stand up. His movements were sluggish and slightly painful, his sore limbs feeling like lead instead of iron. But at least he managed to stand straight without passing out so that was plus.
Once Gajeel pushed the pain aside, he was focusing in on his surroundings. Every building that surrounded him was completely destroyed. Some were lucky enough to have maybe one or two walls still standing while others were just a big pile of stone. Along with the rubble, there were scattered parts of those strange dragon like creatures that from Future Rouge’s dragon.
Gajeel began to walk to one the more intact creatures. He lightly nudged it leg with his boot, “Damn little bastards.” he growled under his breath. He began looking up from the creature when movement caught his eye. He focused his eyes on it, his whole entire body suddenly tensing at a familiar scent. Gajeel’s feet began to move, getting him closer and closer to the object before his brain could fully register what he was looking at. He stopped in front of the stone wall, the light orange colored piece of fabric flapping in the wind from where it was stuck on the wall. He snatch it from the stone and looked down at the familiar piece of cloth in his hand; it was Levy’s bandana. The same one that accented her unruly, blue hair beautifully. The same one he always stole from her and held above his head, laughing and teasing her as she attempted to take the brightly colored cloth back from him. The same one she gave to him as a good luck charm before him and Natsu fought the Twin Dragons during the Grand Magic Games.
Gajeel held it in his palm, looking down at the fabric as he examined it. The usual bright orange coloring was dimmed by dirt and sweat. The ends of the bandana were slightly torn, most likely from the sharp stones he took it from. However, something else on the bandana made his breath catch in his throat. There was a small blood stain in the middle of the bandana near the seam of the cloth. His eyes focused on the stain, both anger and terror building up in his body. His stomach turned at the smell of Levy’s blood filling his nose.
The scent of her blood will haunt him forever, bringing back a painful reminder of his past mistakes. But once he joined Fairy Tail and protected Levy from Laxus attack in the cathedral, he vowed to himself that he would never allow anyone to spill a drop of Levy’s blood ever again. Never wanted to relive the memory of their first accounter ever again.
Gajeel’s hand closed around the piece of fabric tightly like it was a life line.
He shouted, his voice spreading across the wasteland. He began to trudge around the rumble, calling her name over and over. A new found strength filled his body, allowing him to move big pieces of rubble with ease as he dug through the piles. “Levy, answer me damn it!” Gajeel yelled out in frustration.
His head whipped around when he heard the weak but familiar voice, thanking the gods for his dragon hearing. He ran toward the direction he heard her voice coming from, passing another still standing wall before stopping in his tracks. There she was, leaning all her weight against the hard stone wall.
She looked terrible. She was covered from head to toe in dirt. Her favorite orange dress torn in multiple spots. Her knees were bleeding from the scrapes on them and he could see blood dripping down her face. That must have been where the blood stain on her bandana came from. Then his red eyes froze on Levy’s side, widening in horror at what he saw. She had a hand placed on a wound, a large blood stain soaking through the fabric and her hand completely soaked in blood.
“Gajeel…” her soft voice made his eyes tear away from her side to her pale face. She had a few tears running down her cheeks, making clean streaks on her dirty face. But what surprised him the most was the small smile she was giving him. It was weak and barely there, but also full of relief and…happiness? He was so caught up in her smile that he didn’t see her eyes flutter close before she was collapsing to the ground.
Gajeel rushed to her side, falling to his knees beside her. He gently gathered the small woman into his arms, his hand going to straight to her bleeding side to put pressure on it. His eyes traveled to her pale face, “Shrimp?” he said barely above a whisper, shaking the arm cradling her to try and wake her up. “Levy, open your eyes.” Gajeel demanded, his tone hard and worried. “Levy, wake up!” he demanded again, a little more panic in his voice.
It can’t end like this. There was so much he had to say to her, so much he had to admit and do with her. They had so many adventures ahead of them. He was supposed to help her train more once they got back. Make her stronger than she already was. She was going show him some research she had done about dragons from an ancient book that she had found. He…he hasn’t even been able to man up and tell her about he actually feels about her, about how he has fallen in love with her. That realization sent a stabbing sensation through his heart.
“Levy, you got to wake up.” Gajeel said, his voice filled with fear and desperation. “Damnit Levy, open your eyes!” he yelled in frustration. A shaky breath past his lips, “Y-you can’t do this to me Shorty. You can’t just leave! You can’t leave Jet and Droy, Lily, or Fairy Tail. They need you damnit.” he yelled angrily, breathing hard. “I need you.” His voice barely above a whisper as the words left his lips, his hand gently cupping her face as he gently rubbed her cheek with his thumb.
Gajeel turned his head up toward the sky, “Wendy!” he roared at the top of his lungs. “Natsu! Laxus! Juvia! Anyone!” His yells desperate, feeling helpless with the woman he loves slowly dying in his arms. He looked down at her again, her tiny smile still on her lips.
Suddenly a tear drop fell onto her cheek. It was Gajeel’s. He didn’t even realize he had tears in his eyes. A shaky breath left him before he leaned down, pressing his lips to her forehead and just taking in her scent. He closed his eyes as more tears began to run down his cheeks. He lightly whispered, “You’re going to be ok.”, and, “Just open your eyes for me.”, and, “Please wake up.”
As he repeated the phrases over and over again, Levy’s hand that was resting in her lap twitched lightly, going unnoticed by the man she loves back.
And with Tessa held against his chest, her fingers running through his dark hair, James let go. Tears soaked through the thin material of his shirt, as Tessa felt him still beneath her.
A silvery blue, almost iridescent river ran through the darkness of Jem’s mind. Beneath him, his legs moved towards an apparent destination. Emerging in the fog of the river, a tall figure stood by the water’s edge. A figure Jem knew like the back of his hand, a fundamental part of his own soul. A familiar head of blue-black unruly curls turned. Bright blue eyes sparkling with happiness met his own.
With a slow smile, Will Herondale spoke, “you’ve kept me waiting quite a while Jem.”
For @thenthereshope Happy late birthday, babe! This isn’t the greatest, but I just love you so darn much. <3
She readjusts herself on the bench, stretching her legs out in front of her. The light of her candle illuminates the little corner of the library she’s sitting in quite nicely. Along with the full moon and the cloudless sky, there was actually quite a lot of light.
She loved this little nook. It had a wonderful view of the sea, and it didn’t have much foot traffic. Unfortunately, she hadn’t been able to spend much time here lately. Her parents had been very busy preparing for the big 25th-anniversary celebration of their rule.
The party had been wonderful. With delicious food and dancing, and lots of laughter.
Once it was over, Emma felt like she needed time to herself. So, even though it was very late, she came here.
I spent six months writing about a boy who was never going to love me back, but are you surprised? Six whole months writing love poems about the boy with an unruly shade of blue in his eyes. Six whole months of chicken-scratch dedicated to his decorated lies.
The city of Dennish looked as it always
did, filthy and riddled with thieves, vandals, and other sorts of
criminals. Gajeel and Juvia, entered through a dilapidated city gate;
deciding to make a stop at the bandit city upon the dragonslayer’s
request. The two phantoms wandered the rainy markets and residential
streets until they arrived at the tavern they usually stop at when
first entering town.
When Gajeel pushed open the door and
entered the dark ale house the familiar stench of stale beer, soggy
wood, and watered down liquor attacked his nose causing a displeased
snarl to manifest on his face and a growl to rumble from his lips.
The patrons sitting at the tables, the wooden surfaces molding and
sticky with layers of lost booze, turned their eyes to the source of
dull light and sound and froze in fear realizing they were looking at
the infamous Black Steel Gajeel and his quiet comrade, one of the
powerful Element Four of Phantom Lord known to many as the Rain
Keillen hesitated, hands still holding his vest, but not pulling it the rest of the way down her arms. He had tried to hold her gaze all the while, to try and avoid her teasing, but he couldn’t help to look down at her neck, and then her chest, when she had shivered at his touch. There was no trace of the lovebites he had left on her skin the night prior, while his backside looked as if he had tried to wrestle a nightsaber by himself, and usually he would just be slightly annoyed at her unreasonable troll regeneration, but today… today he saw a strange resemblance.
Kalagang one-shot: The girl who was free and the in-between boy
Kala noticed the handsome white man before Devi had pointed him out, rather excitedly, she might add. His hair was as light as hers dark and was as short and neat as hers was long and unruly. His eyes were blue in a way she couldn’t seem to understand and she often found herself wanting to and then, wondering why she wanted to.
He always sat at the same table in her father’s restaurant and always ordered the same thing. Garlic Naan and tandoori chicken. She found it rather amusing, the way his eyes teared up because the food was too spicy and the way he never drank any water despite it. Maybe he was pushing himself to his limits, trying to prove something to someone, though she couldn’t comprehend why someone would need to, especially since there was no one with him and that it was just tandoori chicken. Probably, one of ‘those men don’t cry’ things she found so abhorrently unfair and sexist. Yet, she couldn’t seem to believe in that. She shouldn’t be thinking about him so much. And yet…
He was always alone. At first, she thought that he was waiting for someone. Indians rarely ate alone. It was considered inauspicious, or rude, or something to that effect. She hadn’t bothered asking before but suddenly, she wished she had. Then at least she would know the tug at her chest every time she saw him that way. Maybe she just wasn’t used to the sight. She wanted to chalk it up a foreign culture she didn’t know about, but as the days went by and he repeatedly sat at the same table, ordering the same food, not drinking any water, not speaking to anyone, unbearably blue eyes, now a little red-rimmed, searching for nothing and no one, she just couldn’t possibly believe he was anything other than excruciatingly lonely. She shouldn’t interfere. And yet…
Wolfgang noticed the girl staring at him, unabashedly, before she started staring. It also might or might not be the reason why he was there in the first place. It rained a lot in Mumbai. Not like the rain in Berlin either. It was warm and wet, like he was stepping into a new world, not quite out of the old one yet. He was in-between. In-between houses, in-between jobs, in-between life. He didn’t know what he was doing. He’d packed up a small duffel bag of clothes, and left Berlin for Mumbai on a whim. At first, he was happy leaving his asshole father behind. He’d promised Felix he would be back soon. He just had to do something. The problem was, he had no idea what that something was. It was stupid, but he felt like he was coming to India for a higher purpose. Nothing spiritual. He didn’t believe in that sort of thing. Just something that would calm the soul. Leave him feeling like something other than the fucking mess he was. What a bunch of bullshit, that was. It had been a week since he’d arrived and nothing happened. He wasn’t exactly expecting something to happen but he was still disappointed. He liked India. It was colourful in ways Berlin wasn’t. Everything was extreme in India. The food, the music, the people. He wanted it to set him on edge. To make him feel something, do something. But he discovered, he wasn’t doing as much as watching. And he was getting lonely. Even in the shit-fest that was his life, he had Felix. Maybe he should return to Berlin. He would still be extremely mortified by the uncertainty of life, but he wouldn’t be so damn lonely.
And then, he saw her. Walking into the restaurant, hair unruly, a wild smile on her face, shaking the raindrops from her hair. She was beautiful in a way that felt like a punch to the throat. So, he kind of followed her. It sounds creepier than it was. He was actually pretty hungry and the food smelt good and it was raining pretty hard. The warm rain had lost its charm a while ago. Now he was just wet and hungry. So he ordered the same thing he’d been ordering since his arrival. He thought the food was satisfactory and he wasn’t risking anything else. The food arrived and he dug in, spying on the girl through the corner of his eye. There was something so free about her. The way she smiled without meaning to and not caring to correct it. The way she laughed louder than probably socially acceptable. She was free. He was jealous in a way. Here he was, all the way across the world and he couldn’t bring himself to laugh or even smile. Not even in the sardonic way he used to back in Berlin. So, he stuffed his face with food. It was much spicier than he’d expected. To his horror, his eyes started to tear up. He almost reached for his water but he stopped himself. It was his father’s voice in his head, telling him how weak he was being. It was so stupid, he should just drink the water. But he couldn’t bring himself to. So, he finished it all, without touching his glass of water, mouth on fire, sweat streaming down his face mixing with the tears and water. At least, he finally felt something. He still couldn’t believe he had let his father get to him like this. Never again. He planned to leave the next day and then, he hear her laugh again and it’s like a kind of music he could never hope to forget. So, he came back, the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that.
Kala found herself walking towards his table before she had time to convince herself otherwise. He looked up at her, startled. His fair eyebrows arched a little like he was expecting an explanation but she sat down, right opposite of him, offering none.
“The food isn’t that spicy today. I made it myself,” she said as Ramu Chacha placed the plates on his table. “Thanks Chacha.” She beamed at the old man, who grinned back. She looked up at the man, wide blue eyes looking slightly panicked. She almost wanted to tell him that he should have a glass of water or something, but that would be mean and he didn’t strike her as the masochistic type she thought he was. He just looked slightly embarrassed.
“We’ve been getting complaints of the food being too spicy,” she clarified even though she didn’t need to.
“Thank you for telling me, then.” His accent was clipped and clear. German, she thought. He smiled gratefully. It’s a tentative smile but it’s one that transformed his whole face and made him seem so much younger and so beautiful. It left her slightly speechless. How can one smile do that?
“Why don’t you do that more often?” She asked, trying not to be embarrassed at how breathless she sounded.
“Smile. I’ve never seen you smile.” The man seemed a little taken aback. He probably wasn’t used to such directness. But that’s how Kala always was. Direct and honest to a fault. It led to a lot of awkward situations but it cleared the air and saved a lot of time.
“Been watching me a lot, huh?” He smiled again but this time, it was mischievous. One side of his mouth was tilted upwards and his eyes glimmer in a way that sent her heart erratic. This was new and scary. But Kala couldn’t do anything if not keep up.
“Just as much as you’ve been watching me.” Kala wasn’t blind. She noticed him staring but she didn’t expect the thrill of pleasure it had given her when she first found out. She found herself grinning back at him, the same way he was. Was she flirting? It was odd to think that she even knew how to. She hadn’t done it before. But it all felt a little natural. At least with him it did.
He chuckled and Kala was surprised at how she disappointed she was when he stopped. The urge to hear it again overtook her.
And then, they were grinning at each other like a pair of idiots. Like they just shared the world’s biggest secret. There was a kind of joy in this moment. One that she hadn’t known before. She didn’t think she ever wanted the moment to end. So she talked, and she listened and he talked, and he listened and the moment went on and on, the same joy coating the air around them, making time itself, stop.
Wolfgang repeats her name again and again in his head. He loved the sound. He used her name in conversation every time he could. The two syllables roll around in his mouth, sweet and new. He was surprised, to say the least. Everything about her was magical. Her voice, the words she spoke, the way she seemed to know him. Every time she laughed he felt like she was sharing something precious with him. It was unbelievable. The closest to a spiritual awakening he was ever going to get.
“Your food’s getting cold.” She glanced down at the half-eaten chicken as he looked at it like he was just noticing it in the first place.
“The food’s delicious by the way,” he said as he took another bite. It actually was good. It was considerably less spicy and he was infinitely grateful for that. He couldn’t imagine dribbling down the nose in front of a beautiful girl like her. Although this time, he was pretty sure he would’ve just drank the goddamn water. She smiled at him like she knew exactly what he was thinking about and again he was struck by how she responded to everything he said or did. Like, she actually know how to and even more than that, like she actually wanted to.
“Speaking of food, why do you order the same thing every day? Papa gets really bored in there, you know?” He chuckled, but her face remained impassively curious.
“You know, I like it. It’s,” He paused, “safe.” He concluded. She snorted, and goddamn him, if it wasn’t the cutest thing he’d ever heard.
“You didn’t strike me as the safe type.”
“Sometime, I am. But I’m not all the time,” He voice was low and extremely suggestive. Wolfgang wasn’t a good enough person to say that he did not enjoy the way she flushed or the way skin beneath her neck turned pink.
“Well,” she finally said, recovering commendably, “that’s just downright boring.” Wolfgang couldn’t help the smile that took over his face, or the way his heart seemed too large for his chest. When was the last time he was so happy? He couldn’t recall.
“You have to try the palak paneer and the kurma and kebabs, and enough of naan, for god’s sake. Try some parathas instead. Oh! You haven’t even tried the sweets!”
“I can’t have them all in one day, can I?” Wolfgang responded, thoroughly amused. He wasn’t so amused anymore when she leaned across the table so that her eyes were level with his and so close, their breaths mingled. She smelled like mint and he was suddenly really regretting ordering the garlic naan. But their proximity was dizzying and it was hard to think of much else when he was constantly avoiding looking at her lips too long, lest the urge he had had to kiss her the entire time, becomes too strong. He couldn’t believe he was actually nervous. He was a grown man, scared of being too close to a girl he liked. And despite her confident front, she seemed just as nervous as he was.
“I guess you’d have to keep coming back, then,” She breathed as she leaned back in her seat, smiling at him hopefully.
So, maybe he was in-between houses, and jobs and life in general. But this was the one thing he could get right. The magic. The one between them. The freedom to just be. The happiness he felt and could feel again with her. The chance at life he’d always wished. The potential for something good. This was it. He had to get it right. He couldn’t bear not to. He returned the same smile, filled to the brim with hope.
I know Spacedogs Week is coming soon & I thought of prompts people could use if they’d like to.
✶ Kid AU - Nigel’s family moves to the US & he’s still learning English (probably speaks a mix of both, when he doesn’t know the English word.) At his first day of school his assigned seat is next to Adam, and some of the kids laugh because Nigel has to sit next to the “weird” kid. But Nigel doesn’t think Adam is weird so he friends him, & he thinks Adam is super smart (and very pretty but he doesn’t say that out loud.) Maybe one day Nigel is sick from school and when he goes back he notices a bruise on Adam’s arm, which Adam tells him it’s from one the kids bullying him and Nigel gets mad and punches the bully in face for hurting his Adam.
✶ First Meeting - Adam’s at the grocery store and see’s a man wearing a shirt with dachshund on it. As Adam walks by and he nervously tell the man he likes his shirt, and the man tells Adam he likes his NASA sweatshirt. Adam replies “Thanks, I love you.” and speed walks away because he didn’t mean to say “I love you” to a complete stranger. (based on a thing that happened to me, I was Adam)
✶ Fallen Star AU - (post the events of Charlie Countryman) Nigel is out of the hospital & grants Gabi a divorce she wanted. He decides to take a break from it all and takes a vacation to the countryside (or another country all together), no Darko, no club to worry about, no worries, just peace. That is until a bright burst of light falls from the sky and lands in a field across from where he is staying. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but it’ll take more than that to kill Nigel. So he investigates and stumbles upon what should be a meteor but instead is a naked boy, no, man with unruly curly hair bright blue eyes and faintly glowing skin.
✶ Royalty AU - Adam is prince and he’s only allowed out of castle if he is accompanied by guards or at the very lest Harlan. But tonight there is a big meteor shower happening, & he can’t wait for guards who are busy watching over guest during a ball for Adam’s 18th birthday and Harlan is a little bit tipsy. So he leaves to go up the hill and while he is watching the stars and meteors he gets kidnaped. Inside the castle, the King announces it’s time for cake and gifts but Adam is no where to be seen. Panic ensues and a letter is delivered, a list of demands. Nigel who used to be a rogue assassin is hired by the King to find his son.
✶ Anastasia AU - Adam, who is the last surviving member of the Raki royal family, lost his family & his memory of that night leaves the orphanage at 18 to try to find out where he comes from. His only piece to the puzzle is a neck of star with the words “Together in Paris” engraved on it. Basically Adam as Anastasia, Nigel as Demtri, & Darko as Vladimir.
Summary: We could meet a thousand different ways in a thousand different times but I’ll always know I’ll find you. NaruHina AU drabbles.
Title: With a Dash of Sugar Pairing: NaruHina Prompt: ‘I write a bad pick up line on your cup every time I’m your barista’ AU
Chapter: 1 |2 | 3 |4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | AN:
I saw this prompt and honestly how could I pass it up? The research I did for this was hands down the most fun I’ve had for any fic. Also trying something a little different in terms of writing style. Let me know what you think! Enjoy!
(Also on ff.net)
Hinata’s standing in line, three people to the cashier, and fidgeting with her bag. She’s coaching herself into taking even breaths. She has ten minutes until her work starts and she’s definitely going to be late but that’s not why she’s nervous. Her heart’s jumping and her fingers can’t stay still because-
The first time they had met
was at the beginning of their first year of high school.
(Well, to be exact, it was
the fifth month, but that didn’t matter.)
Akashi had followed his
usual schedule of things to do: 1. Wake up before the sun rises. Must always beat alarm clock.
2. Get up and going to school before anyone in the house rises. Must always
3. Escape the clutches of butlers attempting to drop “Akashi-sama”
off to school.
4. Train with his Rakuzan basketball team.
5. Observe his Rakuzan basketball team. Be sure to give advice. If not taken,
death threats are always a welcomed option.
6. Order around his Rakuzan basketball team.
7. Train with his Rakuzan basketball team.
8. Ace his classes.
9. Give cold, indifferent glances to any fangirls.
11. Train his Rakuzan basketball team to death for the Inter-High.
Akashi looked out the window
of the empty classroom. He was sitting at a corner table, student council
paperwork piled up in front of him. The sun was setting, the sky a brilliant
myriad of vermillion and gold. His eyes narrowed slightly with distaste.
He never liked sunsets.
Sighing lightly under his
breath, Akashi gathered up the files, giving them a quick tap on the tabletop
to even them, and promptly slipped them into his sidebag. It was more of a
briefcase, he mused silently.
Time to get some fresh air.
Leather shoes tapping up the
staircase, Akashi briefly whipped out a pair of keys to unlock the rooftop door
– but upon reaching out, his brows furrowed briefly.
The doorknob was covered
with multiple scratches; evidently, someone had broken into the rooftop. That
wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, per se, but in Rakuzan high school?
Oh, the principal would tear
someone’s limbs off for damaging his private property.
Akashi stifled a smirk at
the thought of the principal’s angry and shocked face. Resting his calloused
hands on the doorknob, he twisted it open silently, the cool metal being a
refreshing, welcoming feeling against his overworked muscles.
(Not that he’d ever admit he
overworked himself. He was absolute.)
Walking a few steps forward,
Akashi shut the door behind him just as quietly and pushed his messy, scarlet
tresses out of his closed eyes. He blinked a few times, the brightness of the
sunset almost blinding. The view splayed before his eyes subsequently focused.
‘Any student would have the
reason to go home by now–’
Akashi’s thoughts promptly
froze, and his mind drew a blank as his throat ran dry at the sight in front of
Teal locks rustled in the
wind, a baby blue that seemed mystical against the thick crimson spread out for
the world to see. Body tilted, looking out from the corner of the rooftop, just
enough to allow Akashi a view of his body and face–
He was beautiful.
Eyes that were as mystifying
as his hair; rich, deep, endless pits of azure. But what was swirling in those
Akashi’s breath hitched. No,
not because of the ethereal sight laid out before his eyes – it was because
that exact source of beauty was not behind the railing, but rather, in front.
His skin was pale, nearly unnaturally so; knuckles turning even whiter as he
gripped the cold iron behind him.
He was scared.
Visibly shivering in the
wind, the mysterious boy was, perhaps, terrified. Of the world or of himself?
Akashi wouldn’t know. The boy closed his eyes, and inhaled deeply. His skin
seemed to turn even paler.
The wind blew harshly, and
somehow, it seemed to boost the boy’s confidence. His knuckles loosened.
Imperceptibly, Akashi’s eyes
widened. A familiar colour flashed through his left eye, and before any
thoughts registered in his head, his body was already moving. He lunged.
The unknown boy’s legs began
to quiver, feet slowly teetering off the edge. He twisted his body slightly,
hearing the paced footsteps behind him and–
The familiar basketball team
captain’s name streaked through his mind, and his shoes finally slipped.
Hesitation flashed through his sapphire eyes before a rare smile graced his
lips, and his eyes softened in the last second as his fingers let go, almost
His arms extended out, and
Akashi thought the boy looked akin to an angel unfurling its wings.
'Perhaps I should’ve stayed
for the second string advancement test next year, after all.’
Akashi’s eyes widened as he
watched the student’s shoes tilt. The moment was so excruciatingly long it felt
interminable, and Akashi’s arms outstretched in an attempt to grab onto the
falling male – his determination mistakable for desperation.
Perhaps it was desperation.
The boy’s gaze turned gentle
and an oddly fond smile spread across his face. Akashi’s breath hitched, and
his hand finally reached the other’s sleeve. His fingers touched the boy’s for
a seemingly perpetual second and then–
Akashi’s Emperor eye flashed,
and narrowed. He wouldn’t be able to reach, but the most he could do–
Akashi let go of the
railing, feet hooking outside the metal to keep him steady as he made one last
attempt to grab. He managed to clip the male’s arm, whose eyes widened in
surprise. There was no way he’d be able to pull him back up without the chance
of falling, so why–
Much to the falling boy’s
shock, the absolute captain of Rakuzan used all his strength to throw.
Akashi pushed the boy, directing his fall towards the trees below, and the boy
choked slightly from the force.
There was an unnatural,
discernable streak of light blue opening up at the edge of the abyss of crimson
aureolin. It looked misplaced, as if it were about to be devoured in the fiery
Akashi’s legs moved on their
own accord, and he sped down three flights of stairs. There was nobody in the
vicinity to have seen the events that had taken place, and that only spurred
him further. He grasped his phone, hastily dialing 119.
“This is Akashi
Seijuurou speaking, and there’s been an emergency at Rakuzan High School – in
the Kyoto prefecture – a student has jumped off the rooftop of the three-story
By the time the dispatcher
had instructed to hang up, Akashi had already reached the bottom. He sprinted
in the direction he had thrown the boy in, and sure enough, he was there,
scraped from the several sakura tree branches. Akashi’s eyes narrowed at the
frail-looking body heaving, panting and bleeding. His legs were definitely
beginning to swell, although luckily, they had not been twisted. No bones
protruded his skin, Akashi noted in relief and satisfaction – although there
was scarlet seeping out of his scratches from the branches. It was now that the
basketball captain realised that the boy was donning the Rakuzan basketball
uniform – however, he, the all-knowing captain, had never noticed such a
figure on the court. His eyes narrowed slightly. It’d been an entire month, and
he’d even memorised the now-third and second years before entering the school;
he had believed himself to be familiar with all the club’s members, first
string or not. Gently raising the male’s legs, Akashi propped them up on his
bag to avoid further swelling. He gazed at the mysterious boy, whose unruly,
powder blue locks were matted together with sweat, and a little blood. The
redhead felt a slight tinge of remorse for scarring the beautiful face, but
nonetheless, he was glad.
Did the boy hate basketball?
'More importantly, will he
be able to play again after all this?’
Akashi’s eyes hardened. He
leaned over, whispering, his voice thick and full of authority, “stay
The boy’s face seemed to
contort further in pain, a sign that he had heard. Akashi breathed, worried,
and looked out the school gates. He could hear the ambulance in the distance.
“You’ll be okay
The male’s face didn’t relax.
'Of course. He wanted to
Akashi watched as the
ambulance arrived, and people rushed out. He followed them into the back of the
ambulance, eyes never leaving the boy’s slowly dying figure.
“We’ll require a report
on the events that took place…”
“If you could…”
Akashi’s mind went a little
hazy as he watched them administer emergency first aid. He wasn’t aware of his
surroundings, something extremely unusual for him. Perhaps he had overworked
himself too much this time, and watching the boy’s pained face slowly relax
seemed to relieve something in him.
He blacked out a second
after that. His last thought was:
'Yeah, I really don’t like
“…could be a
The tension was thick in the
room as Akashi finally roused, his muscles sore. A rest was in order, it
seemed, as much as he wished to deny it. However, his first thoughts as he
awoke were not for himself.
“How is he?”
The words left his mouth
before anything else registered, and all the occupants in the room were
surprised at the display of selflessness.
Akashi himself was, too.
“Well, this certainly
relieves the suspicion, doesn’t it?” A nurse in the room commented, a
gentle smile on her face. The doctors around hummed in agreement, and Rakuzan’s
famed student only blinked, attempting to clear up his mind. A doctor chuckled.
overworking yourself, evidently. Is school life tough on you, boy?”
“…Ah. I’ve been awake
for three days straight.”
“WHAT?” A nurse
shrieked on the side, yelping slightly when the doctor turned his stern gaze on
“We can’t have
that,” The doctor paused.
nurse exclaimed, and the doctor paid her no heed this time, his own eyes
widening. He coughed, attempting to remain professional, and Akashi stifled the
urge to roll his eyes.
The doctor finished. Akashi scoffed under his breath.
“Anywho, are you
related to the boy in any way?”
“No. I met him on the
“…I see.” The
doctor scribbled something on his clipboard. “He’s an orphan, and we
haven’t been able to contact anybody.”
Akashi’s eyes narrowed in
“Do you want to see
him?” Another doctor chimed in, and the other glared at him slightly.
“A rest is due, and a
doctor’s assistant should be asking no such thi–”
“Yes, I would.”
Akashi interrupted, and the doctor frowned, whilst the other who offered
“I would like to see
him,” Akashi reiterated, voice sharp. His smile was like razor blades, and
the room’s temperature seemed to fall a couple of degrees as the party
“I-I understand. We’ll
wheel you over–”
“I will walk. I’m
plenty rested now.” Akashi stated, glancing out the window. It was already
morning, which meant he had gotten at least twelve hours of sleep.
'Four and a half hours too
many,’ he noted with distaste as he slipped out from under the covers. He was well
aware of the strain on his body, but with both the student council work and
straightening up the Rakuzan team piled on his shoulders, he hadn’t been able
to catch sufficient rest.
“I’ll lead the
way.” The smiling doctor opened the door, gesturing for the redhead to
follow. The other doctor mumbled under his breath, scribbling incessantly on
his clipboard. Akashi shot him an icy smile before he left, the door closing
behind him. A few nurses let out breaths they didn’t realise they were holding.
“Can you believe that’s
“Oh my god, he’s so
“What I would give to
Both Akashi and the doctor
rolled their eyes at the commotion behind them. The doctor stopped in front of
the door, and Akashi noted the hesitance on his face. He eyed the doctor’s
nametag with disinterest until he moved to open the door.
“Go ahead,” the
'He looks around our age,’ Akashi mused, 'a doctor’s
assistant like Shintarou, huh.’
Akashi entered the room
silently, the doctor following gingerly. His shoulders were tense, and Akashi
pondered the relationship between the two as he walked over to the sleeping
“Do you know his
“Huh?” The doctor
yelped slightly, caught off-guard. He scratched his head in embarrassment when
Akashi turned towards him, slight amusement glinting in his eyes.
“Uh. Kuroko Tetsuya.
He… He’s in a coma at the moment. The doctors stated that he’d be fine after
a few days, and he’d probably wake up, but…”
The rest of his speech went
unheard. Akashi knew Kuroko would be fine.
Akashi leaned over to gaze
at the male’s sleeping face. The doctor quickly turned away, posture much too
outside.” He stammered, and it was only until Akashi heard the door slam
did he move.
“Nn…” Kuroko’s brows
furrowed slightly and he let out a small whimper under his breath. Akashi
brushed back a lock of angel blue hair. His expression relaxed slightly, and an
unusual smile graced Akashi’s features.
The name sounded sinfully
sweet on his lips.
“Tetsuya, wake up
It wasn’t a request. It was
“I’m waiting for
Akashi could tell that
Kuroko’s consciousness was barely there. His breathing was uneven, and he
seemed to be struggling, trying to hear.
It seemed natural at the
time to kiss the other boy on the forehead, and that was exactly what the
infamous, icy captain of Rakuzan did before leaving the room.
There was something about
Kuroko Tetsuya that seemed to make others gravitate towards him. Perhaps it was
the mystery, the angelic appearance that made up the foundation of all that
charm he inflicted on others – or perhaps it was the striking baby blue hair
and mistakenly fragile structure that were so alluring.
Akashi didn’t know what had
possessed him to visit the sleeping boy every day without fail. He had long
since returned to school, and it had been a fortnight since the incident. He
should’ve woken up a week ago, but much to the hospital and Akashi’s dismay, he
“Tetsuya, don’t make me
wait any longer.”
An underlying plea.
What was it about
this unconscious boy that attracted the absolute captain so much?
Akashi debated the question
silently in his head until he noticed something strange out of the corner of
his eye. Kuroko’s breathing had become uneven, speeding up. His expression was
pained, almost desperate – his brows furrowed, lips drawn together in a tight
line, and eyes squeezed shut. A thin sheen of sweat coated his forehead, and
his chest began rising up and down rapidly. Akashi’s eyes widened, his left eye
burning painfully as he towered over the teal-haired boy.
Kuroko was hyperventilating
in his sleep.
His heart rate on the
monitor began to palpitate dangerously, and Akashi’s heart lurched slightly.
–and a long, long beep.
Kuroko wasn’t breathing.
Akashi miraculously stayed
calm. The doctors would be here soon, but in those seconds, something could
happen to cause the boy he had somehow grown fond of to never wake up again–
–that hesitance that had
showed in his eyes before he fell–
–didn’t that prove he would
rather be alive?
But if he didn’t get a
chance to wake anymore–
Those thoughts spurred
something inside him, and he leaned down, pressing his lips to Kuroko’s cold
ones. He exhaled, giving Kuroko air, before leaning back and pumping his chest.
There was a sliver of
desperation in Akashi’s voice, and he shocked himself, but nonetheless
continued giving air to the dying boy – and slowly, but surely, he began to
feel Kuroko’s heartbeat again. The doctors burst into the room, panicked, only
to see the heir to the Akashi corporation’s lips locked onto the patient’s.
Every staff member froze, only to realise that Akashi had saved the boy – and
they instantly rushed over.
“Akashi-sama, you did
an amazing job.”
“Let us take it from
“Oh my god, he’s still
breathing… Thank god. Thank you, Akashi-sama.”
Akashi watched with hidden
concern as they moved around the frail body. A sudden exclamation snapped him
out of his thoughts.
“I think he’s waking up!”
“Quick! Get some
Akashi instantly stood up,
walking over almost tentatively. His breath hitched as Kuroko’s eyelids
fluttered open weakly, deep azure orbs focusing and unfocusing.
“A-Aka… shi… Sei…
j-juurou.” Kuroko croaked out, and a nurse flew into the room carrying a
glass of water.
panicked, handing the glass to the doctor. Akashi helped sit Kuroko up, careful
not to brush against his injured legs.
whispered, but winced. Despite the hospital equipment and nourishment, he felt
terribly dehydrated; the inside of his throat like sandpaper.
“Can you drink?”
Akashi’s voice did wonders to the built-up tension in Kuroko’s body, and the
latter relaxed unknowingly. He attempted to move his arms, but to his dismay, they
were sore and didn’t move how he wanted them to.
“Uh… No.” Kuroko
mumbled, embarrassed at his disability. Akashi stifled a chuckle, taking the
glass out of the doctor’s hands, “want me to hold it for you whilst you
Fear flashed through Kuroko’s
eyes briefly, and he hesitated, “Uhm…”
'Scared of choking…’
Akashi shook his head
slightly, snapping Kuroko out of his trance, and before the latter could say a
word, Akashi downed some water and pressed his lips onto the other’s. Kuroko’s
eyes widened, and a few nurses and doctors around let out scandalised gasps.
Akashi pulled away once the water had been delivered, and Kuroko promptly
choked. Akashi rubbed his back soothingly.
“You sound better now
that you’ve drank some,” Akashi nodded in satisfaction. Kuroko shot him a
“Me? Rude?” Akashi
raised a brow in disbelief. Nobody had ever called the heir to Akashi Corps rude
“Sorry to interrupt
your moment, but uh…” One of the doctors had red tinted cheeks at the
bold display of affection, to which Kuroko vehemently protested to–
“It’s not a moment,
there’s nothing between us…”
–but was briefly ignored.
“Kuroko-san, during the
incident, both tibias were completely shattered. You landed on your legs, which
could be considered lucky, and amazingly, there were no bones protruding upon
the landing. However, due to the way you landed, your left leg will take
slightly longer to heal. Your femurs have suffered several fractures, and your
right humerus suffered a break. However, the break was quite clean, and the
bone will be sure to return stronger than before.” The doctor finished.
“The police will be coming after you’ve recovered enough to leave the
hospital to hear a recount of the incident.”
Kuroko visibly tensed
slightly before relaxing. “I understand.”
“It’ll be a mere four
months for you to be up and moving, we presume. You’re extremely lucky,
unlucky,” Kuroko mumbled under his breath, just loud enough for Akashi’s
ears only. The latter narrowed his eyes, and turned his gaze on the other
members in the room. The room’s thick tension instantly returned.
“I– we’ll leave you
two alone for now whilst we prepare some nourishment,” a doctor stammered,
and the others nodded quickly – too quickly – and they filed out of
the room. The door slammed.
Kuroko’s voice prompted Akashi to channel his fiery stare on him instead.
Kuroko didn’t even flinch as his classmate’s stare bore into him.
“Why did you send them
out?” Kuroko asked slowly, although his tone portrayed no hint of a
question. A rare smirk spread across Akashi’s face. This boy was not someone to
be taken lightly, it seemed.
“Why did you
Instantly, Kuroko tensed.
His eyes glazed over, in an almost guarded way, and his posture grew stiff.
“…Just Tetsuya is
fine. I thought you’d continue calling me that.”
“Ah, so you were
conscious enough to remember, after all.”
A pretty blush dusted
Kuroko’s cheeks. Akashi’s smirk widened, a predatory glint in his eye, as if he
were a fox toying with his prey.
“So I’m sure you
remember… Everything else, too?” Akashi leaned in, whispering softly
into Kuroko’s ear. The latter only reddened even more.
Akashi kissed Kuroko on the
forehead again gently before pulling back.
“I’m kidding. I won’t
bully you whilst you’re injured.”
violated me.” Kuroko huffed lightly, and Akashi chuckled.
'Oh, he laughed…’ Kuroko watched Akashi with
slight wonder. He had never seen the captain laugh, not even once, the whole
year at school.
mentally berated himself for spacing out. Akashi’s eyes softened, before he
seemed to perk up again, remembering something. Kuroko tilted his head in
“I’ve never seen you at
“Ah, yes. I have an
extreme lack of presence. I don’t think anybody other than the principal is
aware that I exist… Actually, with the principal, it’s a little hard to tell,
Akashi frowned slightly.
Nothing ever went unnoticed in his eyes – much less a person.
“I’ve never seen
Captain Akashi this expressive,” Kuroko added, his voice light like a
jest. Amusement danced in his usually blank eyes. Akashi raised a brow.
“It seems that Tetsuya
is the cause for my overexpressiveness. Would you do me a favour of tuning it
down a bit?”
“No. I don’t know
how.” Kuroko shot back flatly, and Akashi grinned.
“Then I guess I’m stuck
“You could leave
Akashi responded instantly, and Kuroko’s lips upturned slightly.
“I’m going to be stuck
by your side whether you like it or not, even after you’ve made your complete
smile didn’t falter.
leaned in, a hand brushing against Kuroko’s pale cheek, making the latter
shiver slightly, “I want to get to know you.”
“All of you.”
The two exchanged their
“It seems you’ll be
dismissed by the end of this week. Albeit, in a wheelchair.”
“So it seems. I look
forward to troubling you.” Kuroko said, his tone light and teasing. A
devious smile spread across Akashi’s lips, as he towered over Kuroko, who
tensed but tried his best to look relaxed.
It was their usual game.
“Oh, but Tetsuya would
never come off as a trouble to me,” he said huskily, eyes half-lidded in a
dangerously seductive manner.
As per usual, Akashi
would’ve moved away and teased Kuroko for his loss – but oh, this time, he
craved a change; and he always got what he wanted. Akashi closed the distance
between their lips, and Kuroko’s eyes widened in shock, letting out a small
That was Akashi’s chance to
slip his tongue in, and Kuroko’s flush deepened. Their tongues intertwined, and
after a minute, Kuroko pushed the redhead away, covering his mouth with the
back of his hands. He couldn’t look him in the eyes.
Akashi whispered against his ear, making Kuroko flinch lightly.
“Tetsuya, don’t be
afraid of me.”
There was a well-concealed
concern lacing his words.
'How stupid of him to
worry.’ The thought ran through Kuroko’s mind as he reached out, caressing Akashi’s
cheek lightly before wrapping his arms around the back of his neck and pulling
him in for another light kiss, “I’d never.”
Akashi smiled against
Kuroko’s lips, and wrapped his arms around the latter’s waist.
Kuroko continued reading the
novel that Akashi had brought him, “yes, Midorima-san?”
Midorima-san was Kuroko’s personal
doctor – one that Akashi had appointed, himself. He was a man in his forties,
with forest green locks and similarly coloured eyes that were currently
observing his patient with merriment.
“If you’d like to put
your precious book down for a second, I have some great news. You’ll be
dismissed tomorrow morning, whenever Seijuurou-kun arrives.”
Kuroko’s eyes lit up, and he
instantly raised his head. Midorima chuckled before turning solemn again.
“And, the police will
be expecting a recount by the end of next week, whichever day you see fit.
Seijuurou-kun, of course, will accompany you.”
Kuroko’s eyes darkened
slightly, before he returned to his usual blank expression. He nodded,
Kuroko tilted his head in
“I wish you and
Seijuurou-kun the best.”
A smile ghosted over Kuroko’s
Kuroko turned to the side in
his sleep, a sign he was about to wake up. His pale arm flew to his eyes,
successfully shielding himself from the sun. Akashi watched in amusement as
Kuroko let out a strangled groan under his breath, not wanting to wake up. The
mysterious, horrendous bedhair that he always had only served to make the sight
even more comical.
Kuroko mumbled in response, rubbing his eyes. He sat up slowly before gazing at
his captain through half-opened eyes. Akashi chuckled, reaching over to fix up
“Your bedhead is
magnificent as usual.”
speaking.” Kuroko responded flatly, still waking up. A grin tugged at the
corners of Akashi’s lips as he reached for the brush on the bedside table.
“Are you prepared for a
month in a wheelchair?”
sighed softly. Akashi kissed him on the forehead, placing the brush back down.
“I’ll bring it
Akashi left, albeit not
before pressing the button to call for a doctor beforehand. He walked back in
with the wheelchair, Midorima trailing after with his trusty clipboard and pen,
which he handed to Kuroko.
“Here are the papers
for his release.”
“Am I an animal?”
Kuroko chimed in, and the three shared a small laugh. Midorima ruffled Kuroko’s
“Don’t get injured out
there and end up in here again, alright?”
“I won’t.” Kuroko
nodded, and Akashi reached for him, picking him up carefully and slipping him
into the wheelchair.
“Will he require
crutches or leg casts?”
“No, he won’t. He’ll be
fine walking without them. It’ll be good to get those muscles working after a
while, and his right arm will definitely be healed by then. It’ll be much
stronger than before.”
Akashi commented as Kuroko returned the clipboard and pen back to his personal
doctor, “shall we go, Tetsuya?”
“We shall,” Kuroko
echoed playfully. Midorima’s eyes softened whilst watching the two of them, and
he waved them out of the room.
It would be lonely in the
’…Maybe I should get Kazunari
injured so he and Shintarou would spend time here–’
The elder Midorima instantly
shook his head to dispel the thought with a dry chuckle.
“Akashi-kun, you’ll get
tired soon. Even if you’re the captain of the basketball team.”
“I will not.”
cut off smoothly, successfully ending the conversation. Kuroko rolled his eyes.
“How has the basketball
club been faring?”
That was a slightly sore
topic for Akashi. He had never been fond of the fact that nobody ever
questioned Kuroko’s missing figure – he knew he couldn’t chastise them, for he
would’ve been the same – and Kuroko knew it, and he smiled softly.
“It’s okay, Akashi-kun.
Have you all been preparing for winning the Winter Cup, again?”
“Yes. And, Tetsuya…
Are you going to return to basketball?”
Kuroko hesitated, and Akashi
let out a small sigh under his breath.
“Akashi-kun… Take me
“You’re coming to my
house. I’ve already arranged for your belongings to be moved to my
instantly grabbed Kuroko’s attention, and his head whipped up to stare at the
redhead in confusion.
“I’m not leaving you
alone at your house, Tetsuya.” Akashi raised a brow, as if daring the boy
to defy him. Kuroko bit back a smile.
“I’d rather not be a
bother,” he protested, knowing it was futile. Akashi rolled his eyes.
“And you know that
you’d never be such to me.” He declared, confident. Kuroko’s eyes softened
“Yes, I know,
Akashi-kun. Thank you.”
The response seemed to catch
Akashi by surprise, because he turned his head away. Kuroko noticed the slight
red tint on his cheeks, and a smile spread across his lips.
“Akashi-kun… Are you
embarrassed?” He teased lightly, and the male in question didn’t turn his
“Really? Look over
Akashi turned his head and
walked to the front of the wheelchair, leaning down. His left eye flashed gold;
a sign of his other persona intertwining with his own, Kuroko had learned over
the past three months – although both loved seducing him just as much as the
other. Unsurprisingly, they both treasured him just as much. Both were Akashi
Seijuurou – easily differentiated through the varied pronouns, eye colour and
mannerisms – and Kuroko wouldn’t have it any other way. Akashi’s forehead
bumped against Kuroko’s, his voice low, sweet and laced with poison–
“It takes one to know
one,” Kuroko countered, pale cheeks reddening at the proximity.
“Hah… Looks like
someone wants punishment.” Akashi smirked, and without further delay, he
leaned in and bit Kuroko’s neck. The skin broke instantly, and Kuroko let out a
small whimper as Akashi licked the wound, making sure it closed before pulling
“Akashi-kun… Let’s go
“Oh? Eager to continue?
We couldn’t do much in the hospital, after all–”
Kuroko interrupted, shooting the said male a small glare. He only flashed a
deceptively charming smile in response.
The rest of the trip to
Akashi’s house was spent exchanging jests.
Kuroko trailed off, before adding jokingly, “Akashi-sama?”
Akashi commanded, not missing a beat. The two shared a chuckle. Akashi walked
up to the magnificent ebony gates and scanned his eye before pressing a button
on the wall.
“This is the Akashi
There was a pause where they
must have been checking the surveillance cameras.
“The one with
“I already informed
Father of his arrival. He is my classmate.”
“…The gates will be
As promised, the gates began
to open, and Akashi wheeled Kuroko in. Kuroko took in his surroundings with
wonder, “your mansion is beautiful. Uh, maybe palace is a more fitting
As an afterthought, he
cheekily mumbled, “Akashi-sama.”
“Yes, yes, Akashi-kun.
I won’t do it again.”
Akashi bit back a smile at
the exasperated tone Kuroko had taken.
“Glad you know.”
muttered softly, and Akashi leaned over to nudge Kuroko playfully.
“What did you call
“If you were to call me
lovely, I believe I pale in comparison to how loveable you are.”
Kuroko sighed, covering his face, “I can’t believe you can say something
“You say worse
Kuroko admitted, his face the picture of innocence.
“I really want to kiss
you right now, but there are surveillance cameras all around, and I’ll have
to… Exchange pleasantries with my father before I get the opportunity to
ravish you in my mansion, unfortunately.”
If Kuroko had felt
embarrassed before, he was about to explode now. But, one thing caught his
attention: “…What do you mean exchange pleasantries?”
Akashi hummed in approval.
He knew his Tetsuya would be able to pick up on that.
“My father isn’t the
kindest of people.”
Akashi raised a brow at
that, and Kuroko continued, “the first string chatters, Akashi-kun. And
with my low presence, it’s no surprise they don’t notice me around.”
Akashi mentally made a note
to talk to his team starters.
Akashi looked down at
Kuroko, who had a frown on his face. “Please reiterate.”
The redhead sighed,
“Tetsuya, would you rather hear it from me now, or see everything in
action when we get inside?”
The bittersweet smile on
Akashi’s face tore Kuroko’s heart apart.
Kuroko twisted his upper body to look at the redhead, who stopped moving,
“it’s amazing how much faith I have in you. It’s more than I’ve ever had
in anyone, and that scares me a little. This is all your fault. You’re expecting
me to keep this faith in you, whereas you aren’t willing to tell me something
important straight from yourself. Instead, you’re giving me a painfully
sarcastic option to watch you get hurt before my eyes whilst I remain
Akashi’s eyes widened, and
his smile turned gentle.
“I think that’s the
first time I’ve heard you speak so much.”
Kuroko huffed lightly under
“Because Akashi-kun is
tone was challenging, and Kuroko gave him a wry smile. Akashi began moving the
wheelchair forward again.
The speed in which Kuroko’s
expression morphed from impassive to shocked was comical, and Akashi bit back a
“…I’m trying to be
serious here, Tetsuya, and you’re not making it easy with that face of yours.
Close your mouth.”
Kuroko didn’t even realise
his jaw had dropped, and he quickly shook his head, powder blue locks bouncing,
to dispel the awe, “Sorry, Akashi-kun.”
“That’s fine. But,
Tetsuya… I’m, well. Apologetic. I am repenting for my words.”
“…You don’t have to
say it that formally, Akashi-kun. What century are we living in?”
“I am remorseful.”
“Just say you’re sorry.
You said it less than a minute ago.”
“I believe I deserve to
humiliate you after all the mortification I’ve received, Akashi-kun. Don’t you
think it’s a little unfair?”
“You signed yourself up
for this the moment you made a move on me.”
Kuroko’s expression was
“I made a move
“Yes, you pulled me
down with your arms wrapped around the back of my neck and you pressed your
lips to mine–”
“Okay. Okay, I can do
without the visual, Akashi-kun.”
“That’s too bad,
Tetsuya. I would’ve gone even further.”
“I know.” Kuroko’s
cheeks were painted pink, and he glanced back in front of him, “Ah–”
The words died in his
The Akashi residence was
definitely not something to be trifled with, if the size counted for anything.
Now that they were right in front of the door, Kuroko felt like an ant in
“…You come home to
this every day.”
Akashi hummed in agreement,
and Kuroko looked around with wide eyes.
“This… Is really
something. It’s beautiful.”
“Yes, it is. My mother
was the one who decided the design.”
There was a subtle trace of
grief in his tone, and Kuroko glanced up, turning his head to see that Akashi’s
crimson eyes were wistful. He wasn’t looking at what was in front of him at
all, but rather, something else that nobody could see.
“I want to know
you,” Kuroko blurted out, surprising both of them. He had a blush on his
face at his own sudden demand. “I want to know everything about you,
Akashi-kun. All of you.”
Akashi’s smile was soft,
fond, and so gentle that it made Kuroko’s heart ache.
“Didn’t I say this to
“Yes. Three months ago.
I’m taking your words for myself, too.”
“…Then we’d better
start working on it soon, hmm?” Akashi chuckled. The two shared a quiet,
heartfelt moment smiling at each other before they carefully forced their faces
to turn neutral as footsteps approached.
Kuroko-sama. Akashi-sama expects you two up in an hour. In the meantime, we
will unpack Kuroko-sama’s luggage that arrived earlier today whilst
Seijuurou-sama gives Kuroko-sama a tour around the mansion. Please choose a
room, Kuroko-sama.” A butler bowed, gazing at the pair.
Akashi looked down just in
time to see Kuroko’s expression turn guarded.
“That won’t be
necessary. Tetsuya will have plenty of time to tour the mansion in the time
that he stays here. We will unpack, ourselves.”
“We will unpack,
ourselves.” Akashi’s voice turned cold, and his heterochromatic
eyes burned into the butler’s. “Do you understand, Kazuki-san?”
It was an infamous rule in
the Akashi residence that, if Seijuurou-sama applied an honourific after one’s
name, it was back down or be slaughtered mercilessly.
“Y… Yes.” Kazuki
swallowed, bowing once more, “I’m terribly sorry for my insolence.
However, please allow us to unload the boxes to the room of Kuroko-sama’s
“Yes, that will
Kuroko added quietly.
'The hold Akashi-kun has
over others is immeasurable. Is his father even more intimidating?’
“Tetsuya, my room has a
separate compartment that I’ve never put to use. It is akin to a guest room,
separated from mine with a sliding shoji door.”
“I would love to stay
Akashi eyed the butler, who
seemed to want to protest, but decided against it and bowed deeply,
The butler left, and Akashi
wheeled Kuroko up the stairs with surprising strength. He went up four flights
of stairs before stopping, “my room is on this floor.”
“A-Akashi-kun, are you
really not tired?”
“This pales in
comparison to the training that I go through for basketball, Tetsuya.”
Akashi murmured amusedly, fondness seeping through his tone at Kuroko’s genuine
didn’t pursue the subject. Akashi arrived at a decorated shoji door, and he
slid it open to reveal a beautiful room of crimson, gold and ebony. The walls
were fire and darkness intertwining, with a blood red pattern twisting across
the room; a sakura tree with branches flaring outwards, flowers in full bloom.
Overlapping with the sakura branches was a magnificent, golden dragon; wings
unfurled and spread out gloriously. How the designs were so intricate was
beyond Kuroko, but Akashi-sama had definitely lived up to his
expectations. His bed was jet-black, the fluffy, silk blankets adorned with a
few diamonds scattered across the thin, glittering silver lines that splayed
around elegantly. A polished African Blackwood desk was in a corner, a gold
pattern winding across. The closets, wardrobes and other pieces of furniture
were designed similarly, with designs variating between scarlet, maize and
platinum. Kuroko supposed the neighbouring compartment followed the same
As if following Kuroko’s
gaze to the shoji door, Akashi smiled softly, grasping Kuroko’s hand briefly.
“That room will not be able to be used tonight. Stay with me.”
“I’ve ordered for it to
be repainted and for new furniture to come in, but it seems that it’ll take a
day at most.”
“You didn’t have to do
“I’d pull the moon down
to the earth for you if I noticed you even thinking about it, Tetsuya.”
Kuroko hid his flushed face
in his long sleeves, and Akashi chuckled.
“I suppose I’ll have to
settle for staying here, then. Thank you for taking care of me.” Kuroko
bowed (surprisingly naturally in his wheelchair). Akashi’s gaze softened, and
he picked Kuroko up, placing him gently on his bed before sitting next to him
and taking his hand once more.
“I’ll tell you about my
father, and everything that happened between us.”
Kuroko’s breath hitched
slightly, and he gave Akashi’s hand a light squeeze.
“…We were a happy
family, once.” Akashi’s eyes were nostalgic, and he suddenly felt so
distant. Their intertwined hands were the only proof Kuroko had that Akashi was
still by his side, and suddenly, he wished he could do an awful lot more for
the redhead who’d become such a significant part of his life.
“I loved my mother
dearly. I was her only child, and I still am. She was the only support I had
during the times my father drove me to work as hard as I could – as the heir,
I was obligated to succeed. And then, before I turned eleven, the world
flipped around for me.”
Akashi paused, swallowing.
“My mother died.”
His hand grew somewhat
colder, and Kuroko tightened his grip. Any words of comfort died in his throat.
All he would, could do was listen.
“She was the one who
showered me with attention and affection. I spent all my free time with her,
whilst playing basketball. She died from an incurable disease – her body had
turned vulnerable after childbirth, and although she was strong, her immune
system wasn’t strong enough to repel sickness after giving birth to me anymore.
The task was too strenuous for her body to take, and she had begun
deteriorating. I was there when she died, Kuroko,” Akashi’s eyes were
wide, almost crazed as he continued, “she passed right in front of my
eyes. Behind her was the blood red sunset.”
Kuroko’s throat was
“My father grew stricter
on me. He said that, in order to be the heir to his business, I’d have to
master every skill. The more I mastered, the more I was given.”
“You were younger than
“I was,” Akashi
agreed, “but 'age doesn’t mean anything in the world of business’,
so my father believes. I had been able to speak as a five year old could upon
turning a year old, and that only further reinforced my father’s point to push
business onto me at an early age. I began learning the ways of ruling a nation
when I was four. He raised me believing that friendships and relationships were
unnecessary – to grow close only with those who’re worthy, useful. Not
expendable, every day people. And that one day, I’d grow to marry a woman I
didn’t love for the sake of our, his company.”
The thought only further
fueled Kuroko’s anger.
“When I graduated from
elementary, I decided to go to Teikou middle school. Their motto was
'ever-victorious’, with the kanji 'a hundred matches, a hundred
victories’. It was the perfect school for someone like me,” Akashi’s
tone turned bitter, “and my father agreed. I joined the basketball club,
of course. I was put into first string directly after the tryouts.”
Kuroko swallowed, slightly
“It was only natural,
seeing how gifted I was in basketball. I was in a team with four other
freshmen: Murasakibara Atsushi, Midorima Shintarou, Kise Ryouta and Aomine
Daiki. Yes, Shintarou is Midorima’s son.” Akashi added at the flash of
recognition in Kuroko’s azure orbs. “We were called–”
“The Generation of
Miracles,” Kuroko cut in, eyes wide with understanding, “you five
were the famed Generation of Miracles.”
Akashi’s smile was crooked.
“That’s right. Our abilities began developing too quickly – they were our
strengths, as well as our weaknesses. Our bodies could not handle them. Daiki
was the one who began to develop first, and he could not handle the pain that
came with it. He loved basketball.” Akashi’s tone was laced with contempt,
and Kuroko’s gaze turned melancholy.
“But, he was too
strong. And he lost that love because every opponent groveled and gave up
before him. The ultimate motto of Teikou made winning a necessity, a natural
feat that we performed every single game.”
Akashi’s left eye bled into
“And basketball became
nothing more than a chore.” He let out a small, self-deprecating laugh,
and Kuroko chewed his lip, and Akashi’s gaze suddenly focused on him. He leaned
in, eyes fiery and so full of pain and disgust–
’…Disgust at himself?’
Touching foreheads, Akashi’s
mismatching eyes shone with a million different emotions, and his voice was
low, venomous, menacing–
“Do you want to know
how I became like this?”
answered without hesitation, squeezing their intertwined hands for comfort and
confirmation, “I do.”
“The head coach
collapsed and ended up in hospital. The assistant coach couldn’t handle how
driven for victory we were, how mechanical we were on the court,” the
words spilled out and Akashi found that he couldn’t stop anymore, “us, the
Generation of Miracles, were starting to grow too powerful. Daiki began
skipping practice, and Atsushi wished to do the same. He said that he didn’t
desire to follow someone weaker than him.”
Akashi very nearly spat the
words out, and spite glittered in his orbs.
“It was first to five
baskets. He scored four, and I couldn’t do a thing. Then, that was when I decided
to take over.” Akashi raised his left arm, his right hand still occupied
with Kuroko’s. He placed his hand over the left side of his face, a malicious
smirk stretching across his features.
“The Emperor Eye
awakened that day, and I scored five baskets in a row. However, I saw no
necessity to force someone to attend practice – Atsushi could skip practice
all he wanted as long as he surpassed his quota every game. Getting Daiki back
was too troublesome of a thought to pursue. My father never noticed a single
thing.” Akashi’s smile was frosty. “That was when he began pushing me
even harder to learn about business. Although he didn’t say it, I knew he
wanted me to quit basketball. To quit the only thing that ever connected my
mother and I. But if he wanted me to do that, he’d have to kill me first.”
Akashi let out a small
laugh, and Kuroko swallowed down the strong abhorrence he felt for Akashi’s
father. Akashi lowered his hand, the detest visible in his expression.
“We finished our third
Nationals with a score of 111-11. The opponent was too weak.”
It was then that Kuroko’s
eyes widened, and his grip on Akashi’s hand loosened. His blood ran cold, and a
chill ran down his spine. The tension was high, much too high, to the point of
Kuroko couldn’t breathe.
“We all split up to go
to different high schools – but not before participating in an oath to battle
each other, to determine the strongest and to ensure that there was nobody who
would ever be stronger.”
“I-I knew it.”
Akashi looked at him
curiously. He had not accounted for this sudden behaviour.
“I didn’t want to
believe it, but I–”
“Akashi-kun… Do you
remember the name of the school you beat in the third Nationals?”
“Do you remember the
lips drew into a thin line. Akashi was shocked to see his eyes glisten with
something reminiscent of unshed tears.
“Akashi-kun, is your
Kuroko hesitated, but his
fingers tightened around Akashi’s once more.
“You asked me why I
Akashi’s breath hitched.
ace was… My childhood friend, you could say. Someone who encouraged me every
time I played basketball, the one who taught me the basics. His name is Ogiwara
Shigehiro-kun. We had a mutual goal of making it to the Nationals with our
teams, and of course, the Inter-Highs and Winter Cups in high school. We would
give every game our very best, and we would fight against each other.”
Akashi’s eyes narrowed at
the fondness in Kuroko’s voice. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he
recognised the name.
“…But, I didn’t make
it to the Nationals with him.” Kuroko let out a small, bitter laugh that
the redhead found he didn’t want to hear anymore. Kuroko’s eyes turned cold,
like shards of ice that pierced through one’s soul.
“I’m a useless player
in terms of basketball. I didn’t make it to first string, I didn’t make it to
second. I remained in third string throughout the whole of Junior High. I
stayed behind every day to practice, from afternoon to night, in the less-used
gyms; but no matter how much I practiced, I didn’t improve. I couldn’t shoot. I
studied how to shoot in basketball – the posture, the movement – but it never
worked. I rarely succeeded.”
Akashi soaked in his words
'Someone who practices
relentlessly each day to have no results show?’
“I didn’t attend
Ogiwara-kun’s match that day. I was too bitter,” Kuroko’s voice turned
wistful with a tint of agitation, “and he had a magnificent loss.”
Kuroko’s gaze turned on
Akashi. His eyes were cold, cold, cold and it hurt to have that gaze
resting on him.
“That day, I got a
call. From one of Ogiwara-kun’s teammates. He said that had I attended, perhaps
they would’ve won. Ogiwara-kun had looked for me during the break, looked for
me in the crowd whilst they played. I should’ve gone. I should’ve been there to
cheer for him.”
Akashi wanted to say that no
matter who had cheered for him, whether it be his closest friend or not, Teikou
never would’ve lost. But seeing that face and that voice, any protests died in
“His teammate blamed
you for their loss.” Akashi’s scarlet eyes narrowed.
“At least he would’ve
been able to perform at his best, even against players like you.”
It was then that Akashi
realised – all the hatred, the disgust and the bitterness in Kuroko’s gaze
were not directed at him, not even the sliver that he had thought to be. They
were all purely aimed at himself. He genuinely despised himself for not
'How can someone be so
“It’s my fault that
Ogiwara-kun quit basketball. And subsequently, it’s also my fault that he sunk
into depression. I wasn’t even there the time that he tried to cut his life
away,” Kuroko choked on the words, tears threatening to spill, “when
he left his wrists to paint the bathtub scarlet.”
Akashi’s tensed in surprise.
He hadn’t expected that.
His throat was painfully
dry. He felt like it was burning as he watched a tear slip down pale cheeks.
“He tried his best. His
team tried his best. They wanted the opportunity to win, and you tore that from
him. You played with him. Whose idea was it?” Kuroko’s voice turned
desperate, “it wasn’t yours, Akashi-kun, I know it wasn’t yours. Why?”
Then, he calmed down.
“…I know very well
there’s no point to asking anymore.”
eyes narrowed, but more from pain and regret than anger.
“We will verse him in
the upcoming Winter Cup, Tetsuya.”
Akashi didn’t miss the brief
determination that flashed through Kuroko’s eyes.
“There’s no way I can
participate. I’m useless to the team, remember?”
“Tetsuya, no player is
useless to the team. Trust in me that I will uncover your potential. You
“Akashi-kun, no matter
how absolute you are, this is one thing that crosses the line. I may not have
the potential you are seeking, much less be able to perform to your
expectations in four months.”
“Daiki has a
rule,” Akashi’s tone was nostalgic, “to never give up. 'I can’t
guarantee a definite win if I don’t give up’, he always said, 'but if I
give up, there’ll be nothing left.’”
Kuroko’s eyes widened
slightly, and he let out a light laugh.
Or was it a sob?
“I wish I had gone to
Teikou. Maybe you all would’ve saved me before I had done this.” Kuroko
gestured to himself, “maybe you all would’ve changed me before I had given
up on myself.”
“You haven’t given up
on yourself, Tetsuya. I haven’t either.”
“Don’t take me lightly,
Tetsuya. Did you think that I wouldn’t recognise the hesitation? The
determination that shone through when I mentioned Ryouta?”
“You will not give up
should’ve gone to Teikou.”
Kuroko’s strangled laugh
would haunt Akashi all the way to his dreams that night.
It was much too broken for
someone so young.
…But then again, wasn’t he
father requests your and Kuroko-sama’s presences in his study.”
“I understand. Tetsuya,
The two followed the butler
up a flight of stairs, to where Akashi’s father’s office was situated. The
butler bowed as Akashi dismissed him. Kuroko took a deep breath, and Akashi
smiled softly at him.
“Tetsuya, breathe. I
will handle all of this.”
“I know you will,
Akashi-kun. That’s why I’m nervous, because I do not plan to let you handle
Akashi looked surprised at
that, and he chuckled lightly before patting Kuroko on the head.
“You really are
The redhead knocked on the
door, and Kuroko caught a glimpse of his face. Akashi’s eyes were glassy and
devoid of any emotion – it pained the shorter male to see him like this.
Akashi opened the door
slowly, and it slid open soundlessly and without protest. They entered the
room, Kuroko uncomfortably stiff in his wheelchair.
Tetsuya, I presume.”
affirmed quietly, not at all surprised at how the man noticed his presence
immediately. His aura simply seeped authority and knowledge. It’d be a lie to
say he wasn’t intimidated.
“Father, this is Kuroko
Tetsuya. As you know, he will be staying with us.”
“Why did you
Kuroko blurted out, half frozen with indignation. Akashi simply stared at his
own father in disbelief.
“Father, he has no
obligation to answer such.”
“He will be residing in
“I was not aware you
used such petty reasons to exploit another’s personal issues.”
The air was painfully
constricting, thick and stifling. Akashi’s father’s voice was noticeably
strained as he responded, “Seijuurou, your manner has become less refined
and more distasteful over these three months.”
“Father,” an icy
smile slipped over the heir’s lips, “your disposition has become lacking
in courtesy these tenyears. Is this how you manage your
business conglomerate daily? I find it difficult to believe that there have
been no complaints filed in.”
Oh, that was undoubtedly a
big blow to the older Akashi’s pride. He was very well aware of the secretive
complaints littered across every workplace he took charge of. Even his business
partners were beginning to get sick of all his suffocating rules. The room grew
silent, temperature seemingly dropping several degrees. Kuroko resisted the
urge to fidget nervously.
“…Seijuurou, you are
now dismissed. Leave.”
It was an order that Akashi
took in stride, an insufferable smirk on his lips. He didn’t bother to cover
Akashi wheeled Kuroko out of
the room, and the same butler approached them.
“Lunch is downstairs,
if you’d like…?”
Akashi glanced at the
wheelchair, seemingly debating something. Kuroko tilted his head, but no more
than a second or two later, he was being lifted by strong, muscular yet lean
arms. Instinctively, he clutched Akashi’s shirt.
wheelchair down and up again is much too troublesome. Deal with this for
Akashi’s smirk never left
his face as he carried the boy (who was trying so desperately to hide his
blush) down. The butler followed, bringing the wheelchair back to their
father requests your presence.”
Akashi looked up from the
shogi board, his hand poised mid-air with a shogi piece.
Placing the pawn down with
calculated precision, his eyes narrowed, and the young butler shuddered.
“…I’ll be up in a
minute or so.”
“H-he requested for you
to be up straight aw–”
“I’ll be up in a
minute or so. You are dismissed.” Akashi stated calmly, which only
made it all the more frightening. The butler felt a chill down his spine, and
he bowed several times frantically, nearly running out and closing the door
behind him. Akashi sighed, and glanced out the window. The night sky was clear,
and the moon was a beautiful crescent. There wasn’t a single star nor cloud in
sight. Akashi gazed at Kuroko, who was sleeping soundly on his bed, sky blue
locks tousled and flaying across his pale face. Akashi smiled gently, reaching
over to brush a few locks out of his eyes. He leaned over to place a small kiss
on the other’s forehead.
“My father will not be
impressed,” Akashi whispered softly, “he will surely not approve. But
he is a pathetic excuse of a human being if he believes that will stop me. I
hope you understand that, too. If you ever decide to leave me for a reason such
as my father, I will not be lenient in your punishment. I am his only heir, and
he wouldn’t possibly be able to lift a finger against me.”
Satisfied that his message
had been delivered, Akashi spared one last glance at the sleeping boy before
leaving the room.
(It was no mystery to him
whether the boy was asleep or not. He could tell his consciousness was still
there, and he was sure that his message would remain in Kuroko’s mind even
after he woke. It happened at the hospital, after all.)
With those thoughts in mind,
Akashi scaled the stairs smoothly and knocked on his father’s door.
father returned coldly. “We must talk.”
“Regarding how I
humiliated you earlier in front of Tetsuya?” Akashi bit back with no small
amount of smugness. His father’s face twisted into one of rage.
“Seijuurou, it seems
you have to learn your place in this household again.”
“No, father, it is you
who requires such.” Akashi hissed, “You have no right to treat
Tetsuya like that.”
“How dare you–”
“Do you treat your
company workers and business partners that way, too? Looks like I will have a
lot of resetting in order once I take over.”
“Seijuurou, you are
starting to make me reconsider you as heir.”
“Father, you know that
nobody else will be able to take my place.”
Akashi’s eyes shone with
malice, and his left eye glowed.
“For I am
As much as he didn’t want to
admit it, Akashi’s father had always found his son’s mismatching eyes
unnerving. There was something deeply frightening about them – they weren’t
just intimidating, oh no; if someone believed that, then they’d be
oblivious to a fault – they were eyes that burned right through you.
Eyes that knew all.
And for that one sole
reason, it wasn’t a surprise for Akashi to call himself “absolute”.
They could see the future.
And the older Akashi
despised that part of his son that he’d never be able to surpass.
“Father, I’m taking my
leave. I do not wish to pursue this topic any further.” Akashi excused
himself, and turned away. He opened the door, and turned his head one final
“If you lay a single
hand on Tetsuya, I will not forgive you.”
And then he was gone.
(…Yes, Akashi’s father
decided that he really despised those eyes.)
Akashi entered the room
silently, movements so smooth that it seemed like he was floating. Kuroko
turned over at the sudden presence in the room.
“Tetsuya, are you
Akashi sat on the bed, and
Kuroko instantly scooted inwards to make space. He barely opened his eyes, and
all he could make out was a scarlet blur.
Kuroko managed to mumble, “wel…come back.”
Akashi chuckled and patted
the boy’s head. He truly was too endearing for his own good.
Kuroko’s light frown didn’t
cease until Akashi had gotten into the bed with him. Moving closer to the
source of warmth, Kuroko snuggled in and nuzzled his head onto Akashi’s chest–
–and Akashi desperately
tried to calm his racing heart. He wasn’t flustered, no, not at all. The red
emperor never got flustered.
“Akashi-kun, let’s go
to the police station.”
Akashi looked up,
bewildered, “I believe you said yesterday that you didn’t wish to–”
“I’ve changed my
mind,” Kuroko declared confidently, before shrinking back a little,
“we should leave before I manage to change it again.”
Akashi ruffled the teal
Wrapping a secure arm around
Kuroko’s waist, Akashi lifted him up into a princess hold, a slight grin
playing on his lips at the pink dusting the other boy’s cheeks. Akashi gestured
for a butler to come over, and ordered him to bring the wheelchair down to the
car. With that, they set off; the butler driving with the inseparable pair
sitting in the back. They had arrived at the Kyoto police station within
minutes, much to Kuroko’s dismay. The dreary, monotonous building was tall;
suffocatingly so; looming over them almost ominously. Several police cars were
parked at the front, serving no reassurance. He began chewing on his lip
“Don’t do that. It
makes me want to kiss you,” Akashi’s sultry voice made Kuroko shiver in
An insufferable smirk was on
the said male’s face as he picked Kuroko up again, “you really should eat
more. You weigh next to nothing every time I carry you.”
“You try to feed me too
“It is an adequate
amount,” Akashi reasoned, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. Kuroko
smiled, “if you say so. But my eating habits will not change much,
“Alright, Tetsuya, I’ll
take up that challenge.”
As soon as they had entered
the police station, Kuroko had begun fidgeting in the wheelchair. He took a
deep breath, and his eyes went blank – but for Akashi, who’d grown sharp to
matters regarding Kuroko, he could see the unease swirling in the cobalt eyes.
He leaned down to snake his arms underneath the boy’s arms, and rested his chin
on his shoulder.
“Breathe, Tetsuya. I’ll
be here the whole time.”
Kuroko instantly relaxed,
“that’d be nice, Akashi-kun.”
Kuroko perked up at the
mention of his name, and Akashi stood up, wheeling him over to the room that
the policeman was gesturing towards.
“Apologies, we were
just interrogating someone.” The policeman said absentmindedly, sitting
down at the chair in the centre of the room. There was a single table that the
policeman placed his papers down on, and a second chair opposite to his. The
policeman looked up at Akashi.
“Mister, if you’d
interjected, much to the surprise of the man, “he’s going to stay here or
I won’t talk.”
The strength in Kuroko’s
voice surprised Akashi, and the policeman had no choice but to concede. The
redhead sat down in the chair, shifting over so that Kuroko would be in the
over his file once more, the policeman whipped his head up in surprise,
“You’re the witness, Akashi Seijuurou-san?”
Akashi nodded, and Kuroko’s
brows furrowed slightly at the incredulous look on the policeman’s face that
soon morphed into suspicion.
“Why are you
“Oh? Is it so
improbable to believe that I’d become interested in someone I saw jump off
the roof? Would you rather me run away to leave him to bleed out on the
school grounds, instead of calling for the ambulance?” Akashi’s voice grew
more sinister with each sentence, dangerously low.
A chill went down the
policeman’s spine, and Kuroko inwardly pitied the young man. He tugged lightly
at Akashi’s sleeve.
“I’m going to start the
Akashi’s expression softened
and he nodded. The policeman swallowed thickly and waited.
“I simply didn’t feel
like living was worth it anymore,” Kuroko began, voice devoid of any
emotion, “there was nothing left, anyway. My parents passed away, I was
invisible. There was nobody who would hurt, because I was never there in the
An icy smile tugged at his
“So I decided to jump
off the rooftop that I’d always loved staying on. The sun was setting, and I
thought it was beautiful, like I always had. It was so beautiful,” Kuroko
repeated wistfully, eyes glassy, “and I’d die surrounded by that
Kuroko turned to Akashi,
“then something even more beautiful came and tried to grab me, couldn’t
reach, thus pushed me to land into the trees nearby instead. He saved my life,
and for that, I’m surprisingly grateful.”
“You were depressed?
“Depressed… I don’t
know if that’s a suitable term. And by invisible, you will understand
what I mean when I’m out of,” he gestured to his wheelchair,
The policeman didn’t look
“What do you mean, he pushed
“He pushed me so that I
would land in the trees,” Kuroko clarified again. Akashi clicked his
tongue in distaste at the wary look on the policeman’s face.
“How do you know that
he did not push you to hasten your fall?”
“…I was too far for
him to reach by that time, policeman-san,” Kuroko stated exasperatedly,
“why would you push someone whose death is inevitable? And towards the trees,
might I add?”
The policeman’s eyes narrowed
at the redhead, “perhaps he wanted to see you suffer more–”
He was cut off by a slam
that, surprisingly, did not come from the one in question. Kuroko had slammed
both his hands on the table, eyes icy and smile razor sharp and filled with
“Who placed this
amateur policeman in charge?”
Before the said man was able
to utter a single word – not that he would, when he was in shock from the
quiet male’s sudden change in demeanour – Akashi had stood up, letting his
chair fall back to the ground. Kuroko didn’t even spare him a glance. Both
their gazes were focused on the clearly inexperienced man before them;
one was cold and icy and filled with utter hostility, and the other was fiery
and seeping with pure revulsion.
Akashi’s voice was smooth,
sultry, venomous. The policeman shivered. Another burst in at the noises
that Kuroko and Akashi had made, only to see the pair of teens staring their
“What is the meaning of
“This man is clearly
unfit to be a policeman,” Akashi gestured towards the male in the seat,
and the other policeman’s eyes widened in recognition at the teen’s features.
He swallowed heavily, eyes narrowing at his said colleague.
“Ah, the newbie. What
did he do this time?”
of unrelated matters – he strongly suspected me of pushing Tetsuya off the
The policeman raised a brow
at the other who had finally managed to react, “how is that an unrelated
matter?! I was simply making sure–”
“You were making comments
that were extremely uncalled for,” Kuroko interjected quietly, though
Akashi could hear the anger in his tone, “when everything was explained
clearly in Akashi-kun’s report three months prior to this – and my
“That’s enough. We’ll review
the recording,” the other senior policeman glanced at the camera in the
corner, “and we’ll decide whether or not to have him fired. This isn’t the
first time something like this has happened. I sincerely apologise, Kuroko
Tetsuya-san, Akashi Seijuurou-sama.”
He bowed deeply, and both
teens’ faces returned to their neutral state, any previous traces of ire
vanishing. As they were leaving, they could hear the loud complaints coming
from the room, and Akashi couldn’t resist. He turned around, and instantly
caught the gaze of the one complaining. Time seemed to slow for the man, and
Akashi’s now mismatching eyes were mesmerising, screaming danger. The
man’s expression turned to one of complete shock as he was brought down to his
knees by some invisible force. He heard Akashi’s voice loud and clear, despite
being metres away.
“Know your place.”
His voice was painfully
soft, yet so overpowering that the man had no choice but to succumb. The elder
policeman whipped around in surprise, only to see Akashi turning away and the
pair conversing with the front desk worker shortly before leaving. It was only
until they were out of sight that the policeman on the floor stopped trembling.
“Look what you’ve
done,” the other hissed, “are you even aware of who that child is,
“W-who, that weak-looking
“You bastard.” The
man seethed, “That redhead is the heir to the Akashi Corps.”
Silence engulfed the room,
and the younger policeman gulped as he realised his mistake.
“He will be
“I don’t even have to
make sure of it.”
Akashi finally glanced over,
and sighed lightly as he ran a hand through the messy blue locks.
greeted in return. Hints of a smile tugged at his lips.
I’ll be up and moving in under a month.”
As if to prove his point,
Kuroko shuffled around a bit in his wheelchair, and lifted his legs with ease.
Akashi chuckled slightly at the proud display. Kuroko was visibly radiating
Akashi-kun, look!” He prodded, grinning as he swung his legs back and
forth a few times, careful not to hit the wheelchair.
“Yes, yes,” Akashi
indulged the younger male before lifting him up out of the wheelchair.
“You’ll be returning to
Rakuzan, and the basketball team, in a mere few weeks.” Akashi reminded,
and watched as Kuroko’s smile faltered slightly.
“No excuses. I will make
use of your skills.”
Kuroko frowned, but said
nothing. It was obvious he wasn’t convinced. Akashi only smiled lightly. In all
honesty, it had become more noticeable in the time that Kuroko had stayed –
the closer to a full recovery he got, the more prominently his so-called 'invisibility’
came to light. By the time those two months had passed, Akashi had noticed
a few people on the street bumping straight into the wheelchair. How Kuroko did
it, he wasn’t sure; but the boy had explained that he’d always been like
that since childhood. When Kuroko was sitting in his room, sans wheelchair, he
was extremely easy to miss. All the butlers were proof of that.
Akashi found it immensely
interesting, if not amusing.
(And also endearing, but
he’d keep that to himself.)
Akashi watched with mirth as
Kuroko wobbled on his feet slightly, unused to the sensation of walking after four
months. Kuroko shot him a slight glare, noticing the silent laughter and slight
shake of the redhead’s shoulders without raising his head a single inch. He
huffed slightly under his breath, and Akashi walked over to pull him into an
embrace. His chuckles dissolved into laughter, and Kuroko soon joined in.
“I see you’re enjoying
my struggles,” Kuroko pointed out. Akashi smirked, “perhaps a
“A lot,” Akashi
amended, “is that better for you, Tetsuya?”
Kuroko strode out of
Akashi’s grip, teetering slightly, “this is really strange after sitting
for so long. I think my legs will fall apart.”
ridiculous.” Akashi grinned slightly, “you won’t die.”
“No, I won’t.”
Kuroko affirmed, walking behind Akashi and sliding his arms around his waist.
“I’ve wanted to do this for a while.”
The two stayed silent for a
“Akashi-kun… Is your
instantly denied, only to feel (and hear) his lover’s muffled laughter in his
jacket. Once Kuroko had calmed down, he smiled softly, arms still wrapped
snugly around the other.
“I’m going back to
Rakuzan tomorrow… And the basketball team.” Kuroko breathed. Akashi’s
eyes closed, “yeah.”
He lifted his arms to hold
onto Kuroko’s, turning his head a little.
“I’ll train you,
A knock at the door
interrupted their tender moment, and the two glanced up.
A butler opened the door,
“Akashi-sama has abided by your request. He wishes to see you both up
Kuroko glanced at Akashi in
confusion, but the latter paid no heed to that.
“Tetsuya, do you want
me to help you up?”
“I’ll try myself. I can
always fall onto you.” Kuroko joked lightly, and they left the bedroom.
The butler remained, closing the door. He stared after the two, gaze slightly
woeful, and he slowly bent down into a sincere, deep bow. He whispered the
words under his breath.
“I wish you both the
best, Seijuurou-sama, Kuroko-sama.”
said flatly, expression stoic.
“You wanted to see
me.” His father returned. The younger redhead found it ironic that those
words were being spoken to him.
“You set up a fiancée for me.”
Kuroko’s eyes widening
slightly were the only telltale of his surprise. His gaze drifted over Akashi.
father nodded absentmindedly, “Is that all, Seijuurou? I would find it
most disrespectful if all you called me for was this–”
“The one being
disrespectful here is you.” Akashi spat with distaste. His father looked
up at that, eyes wide as his son wrapped an arm around Kuroko’s waist.
“This is the man I’m
going to marry.”
Silence fell upon the room.
Kuroko’s expression definitely portrayed his utter shock now, and the
same could be said for the eldest man in the room.
Then, all hell broke loose
– or, in this case, it broke loose quietly, and slowly at that. A pace that
would not last for long, they all knew. Akashi’s father’s eyes were hard, lips
drawn into a straight line.
“You decided that for
yourself. I will not be having any of that.” He said icily, but oh, Akashi
knew it was coming from miles away. His smile was downright predatory.
“Father, with no due
respect, I don’t give a flying fuck.”
If they were shocked before,
they were outright appalled now.
Mainly Akashi’s father,
(Kuroko silently marveled at
Akashi’s ability to sound dignified and refined as he always was whilst
But before the elder could
protest, Akashi had already continued.
“If you wish to arrange
another heir, or another gold-digging woman, that is a perfectly fine decision
by me. However, don’t expect me to remain in your family anymore. Before you
even try to protest, we both know that I will be capable of surviving with
Tetsuya alone, without your influence nor money. And if you ever do think of
interfering,” Akashi’s voice was downright sinister, “you do understand
how much information I hold, don’t you, father?”
And to prove his final
threat, Akashi drew back the left side of his jacket and pulled out several
familiar-looking documents. Akashi’s father’s mouth dropped open slightly.
“I was always curious
about that drawer, father,” Akashi began, “when I was four, I always
wondered why you never touched any of the lower documents. But oh, I remembered
that you were fond of the saying, 'humans find it harder to notice what’s
right in front of them’. It was child’s play to figure it out.”
Taking the arm off his
lover’s waist, deciding to intertwine fingers instead, Akashi began walking
towards the door. With a final turn, his eyes half-lidded and smile as sweet as
poison, the young mastermind spoke once more.
“I said it once before,
but you didn’t seem to understand at the time when I closed the subject. Goodbye,
It was the first time and
final time that Akashi Masaomi would face such an utter defeat at his son’s
He had nothing more to say.
(His son was really growing
up for himself now, and he found that he did not know if he had the resolve to
pull such resilience away from him anymore.)
“My father has decided
to keep me as heir,” Akashi commented, twirling a black pen between his fingers
absentmindedly. Kuroko inwardly smiled at the fact that he hadn’t worried about
being denounced heir at all. They were sitting in the comfortable leather of
Akashi’s ghostly silver Porsche 918 Spyder, with Kuroko in the passenger seat
and Akashi driving with one hand.
(It had taken a few minutes
to explain to Kuroko that yes, he could drive, yes, he had driven before, yes,
the butlers knew, and yes, this was
illegal; but the phantom had consented, somehow.)
going to be late at this rate.”
Akashi’s lips curled up into
A foreboding feeling settled
in the said male’s gut.
“Tetsuya, how do you
feel now that you’re out of the wheelchair, again? Legs aren’t shaky anymore,
“You’re going to be in
for a ride.”
Kuroko swallowed and leaned
back, and Akashi stifled a laugh at how much paler he looked.
Akashi chuckled and ruffled
his locks, “I was surprised when you said to go faster. That wasn’t in my
“I’m impressed I
surprised Captain Akashi.”
Akashi rolled his eyes in a
shockingly refined manner as they walked into the school.
“Oh, Akashi-kun, I’m
actually in your class.”
The Rakuzan basketball
captain froze at that, and a somewhat bewildered expression crossed his face.
Kuroko offered him a small smile.
“I usually hang behind
you in music. You’re very impressive.”
Akashi frowned, “I’m
disappointed in myself for never noticing you.”
“It’s not a
surprise.” Kuroko shrugged off the matter easily. Akashi’s frown didn’t
fade as they walked towards the tall, white school building. The windows
gleamed, and not a single trace of dirt was found on both the outside and
inside. Inwardly, Akashi wondered if the principal had thrown a fit about the
lock that Kuroko had broken to reach the rooftop yet. They padded up the stairs
and down the soundless hallway, being minutes earlier than everyone else;
something Akashi was accustomed to. The classroom door sliding open was almost
painfully loud in the comfortable silence. Once Akashi had reached his seat at
the front of class, as usual, Kuroko turned to leave – but Akashi’s grip on
his sleeve stopped him. Kuroko jolted slightly, and Akashi’s eyes widened
imperceptibly at the dual memory that flashed through both their minds.
Akashi’s breath hitched, and
his hand finally reached the other’s sleeve. His fingers touched the boy’s for
a seemingly perpetual second and then–
Kuroko shook his head to get
the vision out, whilst Akashi took a deep breath. He decided to pull Kuroko in
a little closer, “You’re sitting next to me.”
“She was testing my
patience anyway,” Akashi declared before forcefully seating Kuroko down
despite his protests. Minutes later, the said girl had walked in, nearly
pulling the seat out with Kuroko in it. Both males cleared their throats, and
she looked surprised.
what’s the matter? Do you want my help with som–”
“The seat’s taken,
Tsukino.” Akashi said flatly. Inwardly, he wondered what he’d ever require
help for, especially from someone so incompetent. She had not once proved
herself to be useful in any way, after all. Meanwhile, Tsukino had unleashed an
ear-piercing scream at the discovery of the male in her seat.
“WHO ARE YOU?”
Kuroko and Akashi both chorused. She pointed an accusing finger at him.
“Why are you in my
Kuroko glanced over at
Akashi, who had sat down in his seat, a vicious aura beginning to seep out.
“When I said the seat
was taken, Tsukino,” his voice sent chills down every student’s spine,
“I meant that the seat was taken, no further questions.”
Was the girl plain stupid,
or brave? Clearly the former.
stated coldly. She shuddered and nodded, albeit not before sneaking a glare at
Yes – she really was a
moron. Akashi’s bloodlust only focused that much more. The girl’s legs felt
weak, and she shakily rushed over to an empty seat that hadn’t been occupied
the whole year – in actuality, only the past four months. Kuroko sighed.
“Oh? She was about to
take my precious Tetsuya’s seat.”
Kuroko looked away, huffing,
but Akashi saw the flush on his cheeks.
His smirk didn’t leave his
face once during the entire class.
“Akashi-kun, where are
we going? This isn’t the main gymnasium–”
“You’re going to show
me your skills.”
No further words were
exchanged as Akashi lead Kuroko past the storerooms – grabbing a basketball
along the way – and unused classrooms. Kuroko looked slightly confused. Akashi
wasn’t surprised; barely anybody had trekked around these parts of the school
before. This was why it was extremely convenient; there was a clean, unused gym
resting amongst the other buildings, though much smaller in comparison to the
main gymnasium. The couple entered, and they dropped their bags in the corner.
Akashi dribbled the ball against the floorboards, taking a stance.
Nine minutes later, Kuroko
was face flat on the floorboards. Akashi, however, didn’t look disappointed.
“…This is the first
time I’ve seen someone who practices so much, yet has no results to show.”
“…If that’s your idea
of a compliment, Akashi-kun, I’m not taking it very well.”
Akashi chuckled, waving his
hand in dismissal, “I apologise, that’s not what I meant. Rather, I find
it commendable. You’ve already practiced enough to be called a veteran, and yet
I don’t feel anything whilst looking at you – no aura shows through. You lack
presence as a whole, Tetsuya. Use that to your advantage, instead of seeing it
as a detriment.”
“Use my lack of
presence to my advantage…? Is that possible?” Kuroko’s brows furrowed.
Akashi’s crimson bangs shadowed his eyes, and a dark smile ghosted over his
“That’s up to you,
Tetsuya. Show me what you can do.”
Akashi picked up his bag,
swinging it smoothly over his shoulder.
“Let’s go home.”
going to do something first.”
“Tetsuya, no matter how
much of a phantom you are, I’m still reluctant to the idea of you walking
around alone after dark. I’ll come with you.”
“No, Akashi-kun, please
wait at home. I’ll call you when I’m done. I promise.”
Akashi’s frown didn’t cease,
and Kuroko let out a small sigh before taking an almost timid step towards his
to-be-announced lover. Light pink dusted his cheeks as he braced both hands
against Akashi’s chest before leaning up to peck his cheek.
“I won’t be long,
Akashi’s face was obscured, “that makes me want to keep you here even
“Very well. I’ll take
your word for it. You’d better be done soon.”
They parted at the school
gates, and Akashi got into his car. Kuroko waved until he was out of sight, a
fond smile gracing his lips. He walked along the pathway, illuminated by the
common, beautiful lanterns scattered across Kyoto. White, faint orange, yellow,
red – Kuroko ghosted through the crowds, staying close to the glowing lights.
The night sky was pitch black, with few stars and a cloud-covered moon, after
all; it would be dangerous if he were to be swept up by people now. The streets
were not nearly as busy as life in Tokyo, however, he noted. Finally, a bright,
dazzling, neon blue sign caught his eye – the shining white letters printing
out “SHUNKUDO BOOKSTORE”. He walked in, silently marveling at
the seemingly endless number of shelves stretching across polished wooden
floorboards. He headed straight for the Sports and Recreation section
once he had caught sight of it, relieved and happy to find a long row
completely dedicated to basketball novels, magazines and more.
“If I browse through
He glanced at the row
beneath the one he was browsing.
“NEW MAGICIANS OF
Then, one book caught his
“Techniques for Guiding
Lines of Sight”
He made a beeline towards
the counter, simultaneously slipping his wallet out. He was relieved to find he
still had enough money.
“This please,” he
Promptly, the cashier
screamed. Which lead to a chain of screams from the people in line.
(Of course, he paid the
people no heed.)
The people were still
trembling by the time he left, much to his amusement. They never got used to
his presence no matter how many times he visited. He pulled his light blue
mobile out of his bag, flipping it open to call Akashi.
“At the bookstore.
“…How did you
“You mentioned it to me
once. I did bring you a few books from there before.”
“Well, just wait there.
I’ll be over in a minute.”
Kuroko could literally hear
the smirk in Akashi’s voice, and he rolled his eyes.
“Don’t do that.”
He jumped a little.
“You don’t do
that, Akashi-kun. Stop that. You’re scaring me.”
Tetsuya. Get ready for the car.”
“Don’t hang up.”
Kuroko chuckled. His Akashi
really was precious to a fault.
“You’ll be in for punishment
tonight if you keep laughing, Tetsuya.”
However, he heard a few
chuckles at the other end of the line, too. Kuroko smiled as the familiar,
flashy car pulled over, causing a few gasps from people on the street. He
quickly ran over to the passenger seat and got in.
Hello.” Kuroko greeted, pulling the seatbelt out. Akashi’s eyes softened
and he leaned over, locking lips with the delectable boy for a quick second
before turning back to start driving. Kuroko turned an instant red, and Akashi
Kuroko muttered under his breath.
“Yet, you still adore
Akashi would never get used
to the sweet, fond tone that Kuroko took on whilst addressing him. His
heartbeat felt a little louder to his ears.
He could only hope that the
tealhead couldn’t hear it, too.
It was a fortnight before
the Winter Cup preliminaries that Kuroko had finally showed up on the main
gymnasium’s doorstep, requesting his skills to be shown in a match. Kuroko had
firmly insisted on practicing with a soon-to-be-graduated senior in the third
string, much to Akashi’s dismay – he never revealed what it was that he had
been training so incessantly on, nor what he had bought that day at Shunkudo.
Akashi found it oddly endearing; and somewhat disconcerting that he wasn’t by
his side. He had half a mind to believe that Kuroko was purposely distancing
himself just to get back at Akashi for constantly teasing him, but he knew that
the younger male simply wanted to surprise him.
His expectations were set
quite high, however – it would be a miracle to exceed such.
Nonetheless, despite the
pressure, Akashi watched as Kuroko vanished on the court like a phantom. Passes
seemed to bend, curve, shoot out of nowhere – and every time, Kuroko was
simply not there. Akashi’s eyes widened, impressed, and a smile tugged
at his lips. It was a smile of venom, respect and elation.
Kuroko Tetsuya was the first
person to exceed his expectations in his fifteen years of living.
25 points in Kuroko’s
favour. Not bad – not bad at all. The first string members whistled, though
still in slight confusion of what had happened.
'Akashi mentioned the
mis-whatever, but for us to lose sight of him on the court? Badass.’
'Is it possible to turn
invisible for a whole game?’
'Sei-chan mentioned this
cutie before… Tet-chan, was it? Perhaps he’ll be replacing Hanamiya
Makoto-kun. Sei-chan’s been wanting to expel him for a while, after all.’
“Was that fine,
Akashi walked over, ruffling
Kuroko’s hair. He leaned down to whisper, “you exceeded my expectations,
Tetsuya. That’s the first time it’s ever happened.”
Kuroko’s eyes widened
slightly, “I did?”
“Yes. I had no idea you
would incorporate misdirection into your plays. We’ll have to polish it up a
bit, but I’m certain you’ll be able to play in the Winter Cup.”
Kuroko mumbled, embarrassed. Akashi smiled, shocking the basketball club.
They’d never seen their captain this gentle, this humane before.
Snapping out of it, a certain feminine first-string member bounded towards the
don’t tell me you two are…?”
“Ah, Reo-nee, no fair!
I want to hear this, too!”
“Leaving someone out
isn’t cool, hear me?”
And so, the sky-blue-red
pair was instantly surrounded by three other men towering over the two – one
with a refined aura and sparkling eyes, another literally radiating energy and
joy, and the final … Being a complete, overly muscled gorilla. Kuroko
instinctively took a step back, and Akashi’s eyes turned void.
The three gulped, backing
away. Kuroko breathed, only to inhale sharply when pulled against a defined
chest. His cheeks reddened as he realised it was Akashi’s.
“Don’t suffocate my
Reo and Kotarou chorused,
looking at each other, baffled. Their eyes widened, and, shockingly in sync,
they shrieked, “you’re dating?!”
The gymnasium fell silent.
(The overwhelming menace
seeping out of the club captain didn’t help, either.)
Akashi then promptly dragged
his first string away, sans Hanamiya Makoto, who was undoubtedly skipping
Akashi would soon mend that
“You’re not dating
“I never said that. We are
“But… You just told
us your story. You never asked him out!” Kotarou raised his brows. Eikichi
let out a loud, obnoxious laugh.
“Such formality isn’t
necessary,” Akashi stated.
“No, no, Sei-chan, that
won’t do,” Reo shook his head, “you have to ask him out properly. It
makes it all the more romantic.”
eyes narrowed in thought. “Perhaps I should.”
“You really never been
with a woman– er, man?” Kotarou grinned toothily. Akashi sent him an icy
look, and he quickly stepped backwards with his hands raised placatingly.
“Woah, Akashi, don’t
get mad. It’s kind of funny and, ah, cute.” The hyper male attempted to
amend his sentence, only further digging his own grave. Akashi shook his head
exasperatedly as Nebuya smacked the boy on the back, laughing boisterously.
“How do you even take
that as a compliment?!”
Akashi walked out of the
room, sighing. He stepped back into the main gym, immediately greeted by
“Shall we go
what is this?”
Kuroko raised a brow at the
bouquets of red and blue roses adorning his room that he’d been instructed to
keep out of for half an hour. Akashi had opened the door, and this was the
sight that had greeted him. A few scented candles were on the table, and rose
petals were scattered across the ground and furniture. Akashi pulled Kuroko
into his arms, and caressed his flushing cheeks gently.
“Tetsuya, will you go
out with me?”
“I– Aka–” Kuroko
fumbled, spluttering for a moment, “Yes, I will.”
Akashi chuckled as the
flustered boy muffled his face into his jumper.
“I can hear your
“I can hear yours too,
Akashi raised a brow at the
“What did you say,
Kuroko fell silent for a
moment before speaking, “Even though we’ve been together for a few months,
it feels like we’re just starting today.”
“Yes, it does.”
Akashi agreed, still curious on what he’d said a few seconds prior.
Kuroko took a deep breath,
and Akashi could honestly feel the heat from his beloved’s cheeks.
Akashi’s eyes widened, and
Kuroko snuggled in a little more.
“I don’t think I can handle
saying your full name at the moment, but for now… Is this okay?”
The redhead’s embrace tightened
almost painfully, and he leaned down to kiss the phantom’s crown, a fond smile
on his lips. His left eye seemed to circle with a few golden specks, and a few
tears slipped down his cheeks. He closed his eyes.
“Sei-kun, I’ll be right
“Is Papa forcing you to
learn all the business studies, again? Geez, that man…! I told him to stop
doing such to a six year old!”
“You’re the most
precious person in the world to me, Sei-kun.”
“…But, I have to
leave, now. I’m so sorry. Masaomi, please take care of our son.”
“I love you,
“It really does feel
like the beginning when you call me that. Perhaps a marriage is in order.”
Akashi joked. Kuroko’s muffled voice floated up, “Too soon, Sei-kun.”
His heart ached so sweetly
that it hurt. He hadn’t thought that he’d hear that nickname ever again from
someone who he treasured more than anything, anyone in the world. Akashi pulled
Kuroko up, and deep azure eyes widened at the tears on his cheeks.
They locked lips. With a
hint of desperation, Kuroko noted with slight bewilderment. They kissed
fervently, over and over again, until they were out of breath. Akashi was the
one to pull away, eyes glistening slightly, his smile so tender that it made
Kuroko’s heart break. Akashi took a few steps back, much to Kuroko’s confusion,
and raised both arms. He stood there, hands outstretched, left eye bleeding a
mixture of golden red. The window was open.
The sun was setting, the sky
a brilliant myriad of vermillion and gold.
Teal locks rustled in the
wind, a baby blue that seemed almost mystical against the thick crimson spread
out for the world to see. Body tilted, looking out from the corner of the
rooftop, just enough to allow Akashi a view of his body and face–
He was beautiful.
Eyes that were as mystifying
as his hair; rich, deep, endless pits of azure. But what was swirling in those
Kuroko’s eyes widened as he
realised what Akashi was doing. Tears threatened to spill from his gorgeous,
cobalt eyes. Back then, when Akashi had seen him, his eyes were filled with
darkness. Perhaps they were void?
But now, they were almost
blindingly bright and filled to the brim with affection, longing, benevolence.
It hurt to see such
Visibly shivering in the
wind, the mysterious boy was, perhaps, terrified. Of the world or of himself?
Akashi wouldn’t know. The boy closed his eyes, and inhaled deeply. His skin
seemed to turn even paler.
Kuroko shivered from the
light breeze, and instantly, the scenes replayed in his mind – so vividly that
they felt excruciatingly real. The wind picked up.
The wind blew harshly, and
somehow, it seemed to boost the boy’s confidence. His knuckles loosened.
Imperceptibly, Akashi’s eyes
widened. A familiar colour flashed through his left eye, and before any
thoughts registered in his head, his body was already moving. He lunged.
The unknown boy’s legs began
to quiver, feet slowly teetering off the edge. He twisted his body slightly,
hearing the paced footsteps behind him and–
The familiar basketball team
captain’s name streaked through his mind, and his shoes finally slipped.
Hesitation flashed through his sapphire eyes before a rare smile graced his
lips, and his eyes softened in the last second as his fingers let go, almost
His arms extended out, and
Akashi thought the boy looked akin to an angel unfurling its wings.
Kuroko’s legs trembled
slightly, and a few tears streaked down his beautiful, pink cheeks. A beautiful,
beautiful smile spread across his face. His eyes grew gentle. He
stretched his arms out to his sides. Akashi’s breath hitched. His heart pounded
painfully against his chest. Kuroko turned his back to the redhead, eyes
closed. The wind blew harshly against the two, and Akashi saw the candle
flicker out from the corner of his eye. It clattered onto the floor, wax
spilling. Kuroko leaned back slightly, rolling back and forth on his heels.
Akashi could hear the smile in his angelic voice as he murmured,
And they relished in the
feeling that this time, he could reach.
>This story occurs during the start of May, as mentioned. The Inter-High preliminaries begin on the 16th of May. Rakuzan breezes through them despite Akashi’s constant visits to the hospitalised, coma-induced Kuroko. >As this story occurs both before the Winter Cup preliminaries and without Kuroko’s talent being uncovered during middle school, Akashi’s hair is still long. However, he was still challenged by Murasakibara – thus “awakening” Bokushi. >Midorima Shintarou is only an “assistant doctor” as a part-time job of sorts. He is only making sure that his future is secure, as Oha Asa recommended, if basketball were to become a less prominent part of his life. >Kagami Taiga and Seirin will get crushed by Rakuzan. However talented they may be, they will not stand a chance against the Emperor and his original Phantom Sixth Man. >Kiyoshi Teppei does not get injured by Hanamiya Makoto. Akashi is too dignified to ever let something like such occur. >Hanamiya easily made it into Rakuzan due to his extraordinarily high I.Q. and skills in basketball. Thus, he was placed into first string and subsequently made a starter. He despised Akashi, yet somewhat respected him (out of a mixture of fear and awe) – but skipped practices nonetheless. Right when Kuroko proves himself competent, Hanamiya is promptly thrown out of the Rakuzan basketball club. He quits the school to join Kirisaki Dai Ichi and is obliterated by his former school several times. >Kuroko learns his Vanishing Drive and Phantom Shot without telling Akashi (yes, Aomine helped him with the Phantom Shot) during the start of their second year, prior to the Inter-High preliminaries. Akashi does not approve of the Phantom Shot, however, agrees once he makes Kuroko go through constant drills (to the point of them being painful and downright exhausting) so that he can shoot it at a shocking speed, disappearing onto the court once again straight after. This way, his misdirection will not be lost. It is a gamble every time, but with the amazing plays by the other Rakuzan members, Kuroko can remain a shadow. >Akashi, Kuroko and the rest of the Generation of Miracles become a well-known team… Or, in better wording, Kuroko becomes acknowledged as the “Phantom Sixth Man of the Generation of MIracles”. This occurs during their battle with Team Jabberwock (sans Kagami). The new Generation of Miracles gets together often to battle other teams. They win in the Olympics several times before getting bored of constant participation. >The couples unnamed in this story are: >>Aomine Daiki and Kise Ryouta >>Hyuuga Junpei and Aida Riko >>Murasakibara Atsushi and Himuro Tatsuya >>Midorima Shintarou and Takao Kazunari >>Momoi Satsuki and XXX (Sakurai Ryou, perhaps? He’d be able to mend her horrifying, inedible creations. That would be adorable.) >>Other. >Finally, Akashi Masaomi grows to acknowledge and even become frighteningly overprotective and fond of Kuroko Tetsuya, who is now Akashi Kuroko Tetsuya. (Of course, they are both the husbands. The moment in which either Seijuurou or Tetsuya announce themselves to be the wife will never, ever happen, much to others’ disappointment.)
not very well behaved, is he?” Steve huffed, angling the mop above his head
towards the ceiling and wiping furiously.
he does belong to Barton.” Darcy pointed
out without looking up at him from her position on the floor, kneeling amidst
debris, dust pan and brush in hand. Steve paused, the jam inconceivably smeared
on the ceiling remaining stubbornly red against the magnolia. He sighed. Pepper’s gonna kill me.
Rick had been living in New York for little over a year,
having moved there just after his 23rd birthday. Already he had succeeded in
eluding the authorities twelve times; twelve boys for twelve months, twelve
boys to smell and savour, twelve boys to taste and touch, twelve boys to have and to hold. To hold until the
light died in their eyes, branding his image into their mind’s eye as the last
thing they would ever see and in that moment loving them more than anyone had
ever loved them before or ever would again.
As he pulled his large overcoat on over his tight black
t-shirt, he glanced over at the calendar in his apartment knowing it was time
to begin identifying lucky Number Thirteen. Exiting the loft apartment he
pulled his coat around him, clapping his hands together as he watched his
breath steam the air, licking his lip scar which always stung in the cold. Despite nearly being spring the air still had a definite bite to it. He knew
exactly where he was going of course, that was the purpose of week two, to
scout the location he had identified during week one; to identify a target.
Number Twelve had been well groomed and well mannered, pretty of course, they
always were, but a little too breakable,
he needed something a little less tamed, a little more wild, he needed a challenge.
Number Eleven had told him about a place on the outskirts of
the city, a large and abandoned derelict town house, one which had been taken
over by squatters a few short months before hand. For those in the know the
place had become renowned for regularly hosting drug addled, alcohol drowned
underground gigs where no one cared who you were or even asked your name,
frankly, it was perfect.
Alighting from of the subway he made his way along the
darkened streets, eventually reaching a stretch of road which was fairly bare
apart from a few partially crumbling derelict buildings. Already he could hear
the beat of drums in the distance which grew stronger as he approached,
matching the excited thump in his heart. Easing the collar of his jacket up to
obscure some of his face, he walked up the driveway then slipped up the side of
the house choosing to enter via the rear and avoid the group of kids drunkenly
draped over the steps leading up to the main entrance.
The place was huge, three stories high with large expansive
rooms, each packed with people. Unsure of where to start he headed up to the
top level, following the sound of a guitar. Making his way up the creaking
crowded stairs he ignored the girl tugging on his jacket to gain his attention
and swerved to avoid someone stumbling towards him with a drink, remaining
silent as he continued to ascend to the upper level; when hunting it was
important to keep a low profile. Rick of course found it hard to maintain that
profile, being so tall, with unruly dark blue hair and hard chiselled features, he
often attracted more attention than he wanted, so he kept his head down and
When he finally reached the third floor he realised this
area was more densely packed with people than any other section of the house,
yet the music he had heard had already stopped. Easing his way through the crowd
he caught sight of a rudimentary stage and to the side, several guys, potentially
younger than himself, who seemed to be setting up to play. Easing himself into
the middle of the rabble he stood stationary, his eyes immediately settling
upon the back of a boy in the corner who was tuning his guitar, a boy with a dark blue tussle of hair.
Within less than a minute the band had taken to the makeshift
stage and started to play but it was not just the music that captured Rick’s attention, no, it was the sight of himself, or more accurately, a boy who looked like he’d been made in his own image, a boy who, unfathomably, seemed to be singing directly to him.