(A/N) Okay, this is my first Kuroko no Basket Fan Fiction, so I have my fingers crossed. Please Follow, Review and Favorite for future chapters! Enjoy!

Kuroko's POV

I guess that business is slowing down here, because I get in even faster than I usually do. Handing over a fistful of coupons, I take my six drinks from a startled looking cashier, and head over to the usual table by the windows. Carefully placing my arm full of cups onto the stained plastic surface, I sigh, sliding into the seat. Staring out of the faded window, I let an expression of pleasure occupy my usually blank stance as I bring a straw to my mouth.

~Vanilla..~ These milkshakes have become my daily treat after school, since Seijuro started bringing me here, but he's late today... again. He's been forgetting our dates more and more often, and frankly, despite how people call me the calm headed one, it's starting to piss me off. When I confront him after our meetings, the ones he misses, he brushes it off as over sleeping or faulty phone service. He seems to be hiding something, looking flushed if I walk into his room unannounced. At one point, when I tried to push him for the truth, he had actually hit me. Kise-kun had to pick the lock to my room to get the story. The rest of the Generation of Miracles had been outraged. Seijuro had weaseled himself out of that incident (with everyone being a little scared of the dude), barely improving his behavior.

Looking away from the window, I blink as I notice that there was an extra milkshake added to my half dozen. Noticing a flash of dark red from the corner of my eye, I glance upwards. Speak of the devil.

"Seijuro..." I sigh, standing. This has gone on long enough.

He suddenly pulls me into an embrace, startling me so much, I drop my empty cup. I feel his shoulders quiver a bit, as he mumbles my name into light blue hair. My usual stoic expression fails, and my eyes widen, arms reaching out to return the hug. We stay like this for who knows how long, until he hesitantly pulls away.

"I'm so sorry Tetsuya! I know how much of a dick I've been lately, and I hope you can forgive me for that. I promise I won't treat you like that ever again! I'm sorry for missing dates, for forgetting important events, hell, I even forgot your birthday!" He dissolves into my side, and I feel moisture on my neck, but not just from him.

"Seijuro . That's all I needed to hear." I whisper. He looks up and frowns when he notices the tears trailing down my pale cheeks. Color floods into my face as his fingers wipe them away.

"But... I even hit you..." he sighs.

"And you apologized." He looks through my expression incredulously. Then, chuckling, he grabs my drinks off of the table, and takes my hand. Smiling, we walk out of the restaurant...

At least... that SHOULD have happened. But Seijuro isn't like that...

"Seijuro..." I sigh, standing. This has gone on long enough. I watch him rub the back of his neck, preparing some excuse.

"Listen Tetsuya, I was busy and lost track of time. But I bought you another milkshake. Does that work as a peace offering-"

"We're breaking up." I say in a flat tone. I watch his eyes widen, then narrow from the sudden statement, and his playful expression has gone sour.

"What do you mean we're breaking up?! Am I not good enough for you?" I replace my blank expression with one of annoyance.

"If I had no self-respect, this would be the part when I say that it isn't you, it's me. BUT. I'm not a delusional bastard like SOMEONE, so yeah. It's because of you." His mouth twists downwards, and his eyes flash threateningly. Costumers at other tables glance over, one girl even taking pictures.

"You're just ungrateful. I buy you everything you'd want! What else am I missing here?!" I almost gag at his ignorance. Does he really think that I'm with him for the nice things?! Hell no.

"Money doesn't fuel a relationship Seijuro. Trust, love, and respect keep it going. You give none, while I have to supply enough for the both of us!" I turn to leave, but he grabs onto my shoulder turning me around.

"Did you even love me, Tetsuya? Cause it doesn't look like it." My blood boils, and I tear myself away from him.

"Yes, Seijuro. I loved you more than anything. If you told me you'd call at nine pm and didn't, I'd stay up until one am, waiting. When you had a problem, I'd let you take it out on me. When you felt jealous, I'd assure you that I was yours, forever."

Seijuro falls speachless, and before he can find words, I continue.

"But, If I told you I'd call at nine pm and I did, you wouldn't pick up. When I had a problem, you'd just buy me something expensive and tell me to get over it. When I got jealous, you'd do things to multiply that feeling! Tell me... do YOU love ME?"

The whole restaurant falls silent, and Seijuro clears his throat.

"Don't you dare take me for granted." He says simply. My mouth falls open.

"DID YOU NOT UNDERSTAND A WORD I JUST SAID?! WE'RE OVER!" I scream, turning to exit. He calls out behind me.

"You'll never find someone like me!" he jeers.

"That … is … KIND OF THE POINT IN LEAVING YOU!" I yell out, letting the doors close behind me,

but not before hearing his last comment.

"Tetsuya... do me one last favor and go kill yourself."

(A/N) So yeah, Akashi is a selfish prick in my Fan Fic. Sorry to all of the fangirls that love Kuroko+Akashi. Honestly, I'm one of them. I you have any suggestions, review!