Secret

Chp 1: Our First Meeting

Pairing: Akashi x Furihata

Summary: A secret is a secret, even if they did it for a completely different reason. Just how long can their relationship keep it up?

A/N: To everyone who love this pairing, i hope you like this fic. Finally, my first KNB fic for this couple!

Furihata jumped at the sound of the door knocked. The Point Guard of Seirin was currently pinned down on his own couch, by the almighty Akashi Seijuurou, the captain of the elite school, Rakuzan. The light brown hair boy frantically shot up, smacking his forehead quite hard against the emperor's head in the process of escaping the situation. Both of them yelped, Furihata accidentally sending Akashi toppled down the rug beneath the couch.

"Kouki… that was…" Akashi mumbled while massaging his forehead, wincing in pain. He never thought the little chihuahua managed to hurt him in the forehead.

"Quick, hide somewhere!" And not even an apology.

Akashi rolled his eyes when Furihata helped him up and shoved him to run somewhere that can't be seen. Before he knew, the red hair boy was shoved into the nearby empty room which - actually a cleaning room - hiding him from the view of Furihata's friends. So much for being well dressed himself, Akashi's eyebrow twitched when a mop touched his ear. He'd punish his chihuahua later. His ears caught a familiar voice of the duos friends with the loud bakagami, inviting themselves over. Akashi leaned against the wooden cabinet, clicking his tongue. He pushed the door ajar, letting the light in. It's amusing to watch Furihata's panic face from afar. So much for being backstreet. He'd never complain at the request though, since he was pretty much enjoying the view of Furihata's panic face all over again. He had remember the time of their first encounter during the game of Seirin a year ago, he was trembling while giving himself to be eaten by the lion in front of him. Never had he thought he'd grew loving the boy like this before. He used to hate him because of his whinny and weakling behaviour. Even after his boyfriend shoved him inside a cleaning room.

. . .

That will make him pay, though. Akashi's forefinger touched the inside of the wooden cupboard, checking how black his forefinger had become. He cringed and blew the dust away. Just how often did Furihata cleaned his surroundings anyway. He should send a maid over once in awhile to clean this mess.

Seeing that the duos entering the kitchen following Kagami and Kuroko disappeared into the toilet, Akashi pushed the janitor door's open. He stepped outside, much to Furihata's shock.

"Wait- mh" Furihata stopped talking when Akashi put his forefinger to his lips. He blushed when Akashi pointed to the toilet.

"Kouki, I'm going back now." Akashi whispered and turned around to leave. He stopped at the feeling of Furihata pulling on the back of his black jacket.

"S-stay here for a little longer." Furihata stuttered, looking down to his own hand pulling on Akashi's jacket.

Akashi sighed, he patted his head and slipped inside the chihuahua's room. Furihata touched his thumping heart. He could never be able to calm when it's about Akashi. It's hard to imagine that Akashi was his, now. He used to run away or hide every time Akashi is near.

"Furihata -kun ?"

Kuroko's voice made him jumped in surprised.

"K-Kuroko! Aaahaha I'm alright. Just… have a seat and relax. I guess." He regretted saying that as soon as he blurted it out.

"I'm sorry." Furihata whinned and yelped after receiving another slap on his butt.

Akashi was enjoying the view of his red butt, hanging in the cold air of his room. He'd made his boyfriend waited until almost passed dinner time. They had been watching the basketball game in TV and all stuff, not knowing that Akashi was bored waiting inside his room. Not that the red hair boy minded much since all he did was hugging all over Kouki's smell he could breathed in. He only want to punish him… for making him fell off from the couch… for his own fun.

"A-Akas-shi-" Furihata mumbled, feeling Akashi's hand rubbing his red butt cheeks. He whimpered when Akashi leaned down and bit the plumped butt. "W-wait!" Furihata didn't have another words when Akashi flipped him to lie on his bed.

How could they always ended up like this anyway? Furihata's train of thought brought him backwards. To the time when they first met.

Furihata breathed out, he walked outside his last game, grinning like a mad person. He couldn't believe Seirin won the cup of Winter Cup !

He was glad that he got to play in the game, not to mention guarding Akashi. Even if he did make a fool of himself, it remind me of how weak he was. His steps slowed down in the reminder of how much of a weakling he was. He still need to train a lot to be able to guard Akashi for the whole game.

"Furiiii! You are awesome in the game!" Kawahara shouted, dragging him to follow the other teammates.

Furihata chuckled and followed them for a big feast in the nearby the classy restaurant near the train station.

"This is the best! Awesome!" Hyuuga said while hugging their winning trophy.

"I'm going to eat a lot!" Kagami shouted. The others joined in and ordered a lot.

Kagetora joined in and order a beer. He laughed out loud, raising his glass high in the air. They were partying, Kagami eat a lot more than usual. None of them pay enough attention to one another. Kagetora slipped away to the toilet without words and Furihata absentmindedly took the glass filled with beer. A few minutes when by and the talk turned from winning to a plan of being in the international team.

Furihata raised his head when Kawahara called him, asking him for some opinion.

"Whaat?" He slurred, eyeing his friend with full of annoyance. Fukuda blinked.

"Eehhh? Furi, is that a beer in your hand?" Fukuda pointed at the almost empty glass he was holding.

"No, it's not." Furihata replied in more of annoyance.

Everyone's attention was now directed to him.

"Aaah! That's my beer!" Kagetora said. He quickly snatched the glass from Furihata's hand. "You are still underage, do you know that?" Kagetora sighed at his empty glass.

"I'm going to the toilet."

"Wait, Furi! Are you alright going alone?" Fukuda stood up.

"I'm fine, I'm fine." Fukuda staggered, slowly made his way to the toilet. His feet slowly made his way to the bar instead, blinking in confusion for a moment as he gaze at the glass of infusion water. There sat Mibuchi Reo, Akashi and Kotarou Hayama, having a small drink right after their lost. Reo was the first to notice him.

"Furihata? Seirin's number 12, right? What's wrong with you?" Reo pointed to his red face.

Akashi stared at him from the corner of his eyes.

Furihata raised his head, his view went to Akashi immediately. "N-Nothing…" He said, stepping back and leaned against the wall.

"Just leave him alone." Akashi muttered, his view getting back to his own infused water.

"I see, that's why the tables in the other side is very loud. Its their celebration, huh?" Reo smiled.

"Shall we… greet them?" Hayama asked, couldn't help but smile.

"Akashi, are you coming?" Reo who was already walking ahead turned to him.

Akashi remained seated, shaking his head.

Hayama and Reo looked at each other, shrugged, and left quietly.

Furihata looked down.

"So, you won… Seirin won."

Furihata frown at Akashi. "I know, I'm not doing a good job of guarding you, though."

Akashi threw him a look. "Like you can actually beat me. You are a hundred years too early." He smirked. His hand brought the rim of the glass closer to his lips.

"I know, I'm a loser. I can't do a better job. I'm just a bench warmer-" Furihata gasped when Akashi splashed his cold drink to his face. His eyes widened. The looks on Akashi's face was terrifying enough to send him slid down to the cold floor.

"You are pathetic. How can someone like you was chosen to mark me in the court? I'm ashamed to think so highly of you." Akashi stood up, walked towards him and looking down with those predator's eyes. "Here you are, regretting your performance and drunk. Get your lazy ass up and practice more." Akashi hissed, adjusting his tie and walked away.

Furihata stared at him dumbstruck. The tears had running down to his cheek, grossly sobbing upon realizing of how a weak jerk he was.

"Furihata-kun! " Kuroko rushed to him, followed by Kagami. Both of them was asking him what the heck happened. Receiving no answer other than just stuttering words. It took them some time to finally get him to calm down and walked him back to their table.

That night, Furihata swore to himself to practice more and become a better player. The first time ever to become better in basket, to be the one guarding Akashi Seijuurou for the whole game next time. Its another goal for the second year resolution of him.

TBC

I know it's short :P I will do better ahahahah /runs
A review would be nice. It fuels me to keep going ;)