"Sei"

"hmm?"

"I've gotten another one"

Akashi wasn't the jealous type. He's just very possessive of what is his, and Tetsuya is his. Of course, after a year of marriage, he had too learn to let his lover interact with others, though it didn't

mean he had to like it. And this was getting way out of hand.

"handcuffs" This managed to surprise both of them, but of course, Akashi didn't show it.

"handcuffs?"

"yes, fluffy pink handcuffs" Akashi could imagine what said item was for, after the previous gifts. He had wondered why only Tetsuya had been given these bizarre gifts, he questioned the motive of the strange items from day one. Was the meaning to threaten him? A challenge for his lover? Of course not, they would have addressed it to him if that was the case. Then it probably was for them. Why would someone do this? He couldn't find the answer to that. At first, it seemed somewhat of a prank, but now… Someone perverted. Aomine? No, he wouldn't be bothered to do something like this, and spend money on it too? No way. Someone with money. Someone with enough guts, to send something like this addressed to Akashi's lover. Or enough stupidity…

"why are we here Sei?"

"we came to give our old friend a friendly visit"

I wasn't dumb. I knew where Akashi was taking us. And I also knew why he was taking us there. To be honest, I was quite annoyed with the constant gifts we were receiving. It started out with innocent flowers and then … well, and then this.

~~Flashback~~

"Tetsuya"

"yes?"

"why were you mailed flowers?"

"why were you looking in my mail?"

"I am your husband, I have the right to know what things my wife gets mailed"

"I am not your wife, and I don't know why I was given flowers. Could you give them to me?"

Akashi let his husband examine the flowers. Feeling wary of said flowers.

"there's a note"

"what does it say?"

"it's a winking face"

Akashi grabbed the nearest pair of scissors and cut the bouquet into little fragments.

"that wasn't necessary"

"it was very much necessary"

~~ Still flashback ~~ Next week ~~

"Sei"

"yes?" Akashi looked up from his laptop. His eyes focused the perfume in Tetsuya's hand, 'Sexy Blue'. The red-head closed his laptop, stood up, slowly walked towards Kuroko, calmly took the bottle of liquid and walked out of the room.

Smashing and stomping noises could be hears throughout the house.

~~Present~~

"Akashicchi? How did you know it was me!?"

"that isn't of importance right now"

"you'll blow my cover Akashicchi, is Kurokocchi here too?"

"your cover isn't what you should be worried about right now kise-kun"

"AHH-mmhm" A small hand covered kise's open mouth as Akashi dragged him into an ally.

"is this a threesome?"

"Aomine-kun?"

"what are you guys doing?"

"Ryouta is about to get punished"

"you finally puttin 'em handcuffs to use?" Aomine chuckled.

"you were in it to Aomine-kun?"

"you thought that I'm that perverted Kurokocchi?!" Fake tears were streaming down Kise's face.

"you kno-" A pair of scissors came flying past the navy haired teen stopping him mid-sentence and cutting his cheek.

"Daiki, Ryouta, may I ask why you thought it was ok to send those gifts to my husband?"

"I- we, umm" both teens stammered at the face of Akashi's hard glare and strained smile.

"explain yourselves" there was a thick silence until a shriek came from the front of the alleyway….

Three men. One holding a pair of scissors, another pair of sic ors bloody at the side of a tall, tan male backing into a wall. Another male, shaking and shivering at the sight of the shorter man (as well as a noticed pale male standing unnoticed).

The three males fled the scene all knowing exactly what the scene looked like. A ghost like lover nearly forgotten until suddenly picked up and rushed the hell out of there.

Authors note~

Sorry if this is crappy, its my first fanfic ok?

PLEASE tell me how to improve by commenting (these things will stay crap until i know what i do wrong). Also, i could carry on with this story maybe a extra chapter but i don't know if i should. Thanks for taking your time and actually reading authors note props to you (i never read them).