Akashi nonchalantly walked down the sidewalk on earth. He already finished his assignments for the day, but his friends were still busy with theirs. So he thought, why not go to earth and see if there's anything worthwhile? Of course, he wasn't supposed to directly interfere with anything unless the situation calls for it, or if it's part of his assignment.

Nearing a basketball court, Akashi saw a boy with teal blue hair, wearing a black and dark blue striped hoodie, white pants, and black and white vans, watching the people play in the basketball court. From the distance, he couldn't see his eyes, but as he got closer, he saw his eyes were a beautiful blue. And though he had an emotionless expression, it's as if those eyes held the most secrets about him.

Akashi could tell now that this boy had something not normal about him. He was beginning to wonder if the teen was human. Though on the outside, he looked completely normal, there was this… feeling of uneasiness. But he got closer and closer to the boy until he was standing right beside him. All the while, the blue-haired teen never looked at Akashi, not even a glance, just continued watching the game.

Interesting. This boy was very interesting. Akashi knows he has a dominating demeanor, even just a look would be able to tell you to not defy him. Yet, this boy still continued to watch, not saying anything, not looking at anything.

He decided to watch the game too, to see what was so endearing about a game made by the humans.

"Hello. Do you like basketball, too?"

The question threw Akashi off-guard. He slightly flinched at the sudden question the blue-haired teen asked him. The bluenette's voice was soft and monotone, as if he was asking the question out of obligation, instead out of interest.

But nevertheless, Akashi regained himself and tried to think of an answer, gathering up in his mind what he knew of the human sport.

"I suppose it is quite a challenging game. Using both wits and physical prowess." Akashi answered honestly, glancing at the boy for a reaction.

"I see." The boy said in the same monotonous manner. "I'm Kuroko Tetsuya. Nice to meet you." He turned to face Akashi, bowing along with his greeting.

How polite.

"Nice to meet you as well." Akashi said, returning the bow. "I'm Akashi Seijuuro."

A flash of recognition in the bluenette's eyes. If Akashi wasn't observant, he would've missed it. But he saw it. That would mean Kuroko knows about him being an angel. But how?

The boy tilted his head to the side. "The Undefeated red angel Akashi Seijuuro?"

He even knows the unofficial title he goes by. But then that would mean this boy is aware and updated of the supernatural. He knows looks can be deceiving, but the fact that Kuroko not only looks average, but his monotonous tone would be enough to throw anybody off.

"The very same one." Akashi flashed him a sly smile. "And may I ask, how did you know I'm an angel, and where did you hear that title?"

Not fazed at all by Akashi's intimidating tone, Kuroko answered indifferently. "You're known for defeating every opponent you face. And you've killed every demon you've come up against. It doesn't take long for someone like that to start being talked about."

Akashi looked at Kuroko in a bit of awe, at his bluntness.

Kuroko didn't give off any angelic or demonic aura the whole time he's been there. Even if they're in their human forms, they could still evoke an aura that would tell him whether or not he was talking to an angel, a demon, or another creature entirely. Yet, Kuroko gave no such presence. In fact, his presence is weak entirely! He noticed how people simply passed by Kuroko like he wasn't even there. It wasn't the walking by where you knew somebody was there, it was the walking by where you didn't even know he was there.

For once, Akashi was glad his observational skills were above the average. And he was glad he found someone very interesting to talk to.

But the question still remains.

"And what are you, Kuroko Tetsuya?" Akashi asked in the most polite and non-threatening way he could.

"I'm a demon, Akashi-san." Came the blunt reply.

Had the circumstances been different, Akashi wouldn't hesitate to slice the demon before him. But Kuroko did no wrong, he was simply watching a game, which was no sin. He sighed, slightly disappointed that someone he finds so interesting turns out to be part of the demon race. Even though he said everything in his usual tone, Akashi believed him, not needing to prompt him to show his demonic aura.

"I see. That's too bad, Kuroko-san. I was hoping we could be friends and talk more." He said with a sad smile.

"Who say we can't be friends?"

For the second time, he felt at awe. He thought for a second that maybe Kuroko's the demon of bluntness.

"I am angel, and you are a demon. I don't think our positions allow us." Akashi retorted.

"True, our races are sworn enemies, but that doesn't mean we have to be." Kuroko countered.

Akashi saw a small smile on the blue demon's face. He never thought such a small but beautiful smile could come from a demon.

"You should smile more." Akashi blurted out. Kuroko looked at him with a small surprised look on his face. Well, he already said it, might as well tell it. "It'd make a deep impression."

And it would help deceive people…

"… And it would also help me deceive people more, is what you were going to add?" Third strike, third awe. Demons can read minds, but not when it comes to angels. "I've been told that before."

Oh… that explains it.

It was silent between the two again. But then Akashi remembered.

"You said before that we don't have to be enemies." Akashi began. "Does that mean you want to be friends with someone like me, who could kill you at any time?" An angel known for killing demons without a second thought?

Kuroko stared into Akashi's red eyes, and Akashi stared back. Those eyes were analyzing him, just like what he was doing.

"I once heard that you declared nothing is impossible for you. So that means, it's not impossible for you to be friends with a demon." Akashi does remember saying that. And now he's slightly regretting it. Before he could open his mouth to retort though, Kuroko continued. "And, I would look forward to being your friend, Akashi-san."

The wind blew, their hair flying with the wind as if marking this moment, as if this was a moment to remember. The gentle smile on Kuroko's face showed sincerity, and Akashi felt something warm in his chest. Excitement? Happiness?

There were no rules saying that an angel simply couldn't converse with a demon. In fact, he's heard stories of how the archangels would converse to lower demons, like friends. Though he never saw it for himself. Akashi was no stranger to bending the rules, he's done plenty of that. But he never thought he'd bend the rules for this.

Akashi chuckled as the wind finally stopped. "You're a very interesting person, Kuroko Tetsuya. He stepped forward a little, looking at Kuroko up close. "I look forward to being with you."

"I look forward to being with you too."

A/N: Something I had to let out. Protective demons for a demon Kuroko? Sign me up for that! Sorry for any grammar errors, my head is fuzzy. But I actually wrote this story before my YandereSim fanfic, and it's already finished (I think), but I can't let this story sit in my computer for the rest of my life. Again, this story is for fun, and not that much of a serious story despite its content. At least in my opinion.

Thank you for reading!

-Saerani