Akashi Seijurou had always been there. Watching silently over the mop of blue hair carefully moving around his painting tools, cleaning up the antique-store, or especially most of the times when his object of interest walking out from his store in a surprise but joyful expression, finding a pot of yellow chrysanths on his hand and then bringing it close to his chest with eyes swimming down the sidewalk, searching for someone in desperate measure –trying to discover a particular person who had been giving him a pot of yellow chrysanths every afternoon for the past few weeks, or even months. And here was Akashi, the one and the sole presence of the flower-gift mystery, hiding from the world, not wanting any word about him slipped to the crowd, or much to his disliking, to the ears of the little painter.

"Yo, Kuroko!"

The blue haired man lifted his head up from the pot of yellow chrysanths on his hug, staring a warm welcome to the one appeared before him,"Oh, Kagami-kun"

Akashi clenched his fist for seeing the annoying weird-eyebrow coming after the blue existence. It had always been like this, the closeness between them intrigued his inner self, somehow forcing his slim fingers twitched to find the coldness of a semi-automatic SIG Sauer P220 under his black-suit. But no, Akashi Seijurou wasn't a man with no brain to pull off something stupid as for banging everyone who got too close to his prey. It was the time for him to learn that jealousy didn't always followed with massacre.

"Another gift from your secret admirer, huh?"

Tightened his hug over the pot, the turquoise eyes rolled to the other side, avoiding any further mockeries,"What secret admirer, I don't know what you are talking about, Kagami-kun"

The snobbish man chuckled, scratched the black hair under his red-top,"You should've already come with that term Kuroko. Who doesn't think of secret admirer when for the past three months your backyard is filled up with the smell of chrysanths"

A little pout in the corner of thin lips went unnoticed,"Not smelly"

Even without clear expression, the tone of annoyance emitted as clear as crystal from the short retort. Upon receiving the answer, the taller man huffed and shrugged it off,"Oh, whatever. Anyway, that secret admirer of yours must be quite weird to choose chrysanths instead of rose. I mean, rose will be much better to-"

"It's not weird", hurriedly cutting off the other's sentence, the poker face under the silky blue hair melted into something akin to gratefulness, radiating affection in which stopped the heartbeat of a particular red-head stalker,"Because there is no point if it isn't chrysanths"

Ignoring the existence of the noisy rival, the red head stopped his intake of breath when his hand automatically strengthened his grip. He didn't know what exactly they both are talking about but the soft expression coming from the one holding his present had completely captivated his attention. A mumble, or more like a grumble, ushered under his heavy breath. This is what he hated most from a stalk without wire-tapping, he couldn't get a single clue about their conversation.

Tapping the table beside his cup of espresso, Akashi's dichromatic eyes examined the whole cafe –which was conveniently placed right on the other side of the antique-store- while head trying to imprint the rare expression he witnessed just now. Despite his disregard for silly thing such as romancing task, waiting, watching –if not stalking-, this particular blue-sky creature, Kuroko Tetsuya, was afterall, worth all his time in the world.

Chrysanthemum

by fancyshipper

Kuroko no Basket © Fujimaki Tadatoshi

Daisy AU! for AkaKuro, AoKuro

Kuroko Tetsuya walked down the narrow path shrouded by trees. The tad bit heat from the sun couldn't stop him from reaching his favorite spot. Down from the grassy path, his silky blue hair swayed as he tried to carefully pass the bridge –if you could call it a bridge. It was actually just a log of old oak settled to both side of the riverside to help one person pass across the little river, nonetheless, despite the difficulty, Kuroko had been coming to this particular side of village for the sake of his painting.

That was when Akashi Seijurou saw him for the first time, dichromatic eyes squinted deep at the sight of soothing blue sky within the orbs of his and the paleness of the skin under the sun rays. At first Akashi took it just as another human being barged in on the land of chrysanthemum flower near his little hiding place, but then as days passed and the rare creature of the little man coming more often to paint and sleep in the midst of chrysanths-wave, Akashi couldn't take his eyes off from him. From his observation all this time, Akashi could understand that this blue guy was one of those rare existences who easily went unnoticed by others. His poker-face, expressionless and the void within his blue-orbs told Akashi so.

As a promising and professional hitman in these days and ages, Akashi Seijurou always told himself that adoration, romance, and things such affection wouldn't help him to get in the right shape –whether it's his past, his current self, nor his future. There was no guarantee that the flawless side of him will go unaltered if he went pass the line of what people usually called as love. So that was it, every time a prickling feeling emerged from his side when he saw the fragile painter coming down the bridge and started painting, Akashi would like to take it as a mere observation.

But the fate didn't want to. After few days, or weeks, Akashi didn't know, and didn't even care, since the very routine visits from the painter to the field of colorful chrysanths took him long enough to get accustomed, Akashi happened to sit at his terrace, hidden behind the shadow of a tree, thoroughly cleaned up his guns and sorted out his ammo, when he saw his object of interest had done with his painting and walked up the road to go back across the bridge.

Akashi's hand paused when he saw the lithe body unsteadily tried to stabilize himself on top of the bridge whilst both hands occupied by a case of canvas, a handful of sketchbook, and a bag of brushes, palletes and stationery tools. The red head stood from his seat, squinted his eyes in wary as he realized the painter already lost his balance, throwing a helpless grasp into the air as he fell into the river. Without thinking –to the displeased himself few moments later, to think that such a man as Akashi Seijurou would willingly abandoned his main course of weaponry in whimp, under the watch of no one in an open air of his terrace- Akashi ran down the field, tried hard to come to the rescue of the victim.

Not far from the crime-scene in the shadowed riverside out from the other's sight, Akashi watched silently with breaths ragged in anxiety as his eyes followed the motion of the pathetic being drowned in the river desperately tried to pull himself up and started collecting his scattered stuffs. One bag full packed with drawing tools went off from the view of the owner as the floating bag dragged within the stream, reeled past the red head. Instinctively, Akashi ran through the bush on the riverside and mindlessly jumped to the river, hurriedly grabbed the bag, carefully put all the poor things inside. He was about to wave and called the owner when he saw the disappointed look and sadness within the soothing blue-sky pooling under the lush of fluttering eyelashes turned into a composed nature within the expressionless facade. The sight itself stunned the soaked red-head, prevented his throat to call out to the owner of the bag.

Kuroko Tetsuya walked his life on. Akashi Seijurou decided to keep the bag.

For the next week, either much to the displeasure or expectation of the red-head, the blue-haired guy showed up still at the same spot, yet without crossing the same bridge anymore.

Akashi Seijurou walked in to the lobby of a familiar hotel across the park. The receptionist and the bellboy nodded their head over the arrival of their respective and royal customer. Without paying much attention, Akashi nonchalantly pushed the lift button while heterochromatic eyes lazily supervised his surrounding. It didn't matter how long he had been booked a room in this particular hotel, as a hitman entity, he needed to keep track of his surrounding. He would never let himself oversee something just because he got accustomed to the situation.

Upon entering the lift, he pushed the floor button with his knuckle and casually leaned his back on the thick wall of iron as the lift went up. He had booked the most expensive room in this little hotel, intentionally wanted to be in the highest floor of the building. The reason is simple..

With his swift and smooth movement, he unlocked his door in an instant. As he stepped in inside, he removed his jacket and threw it to the double sized king bed –which was having none of necessary ruck since he never let himself sleeping there. With fingers went through the fiery red hair of his, stroked it slowly, his other hand reached to the binocular from his case. He then moved to the glass window, the soft caramel curtain slightly opened to let him watch over the scenery outside. He had been arranged the chair and the table there so it would be easier for him to keep an eye over his object.

.. to continue what he would like to call an observation over the blue haired guy who just walked to the park across the hotel, with hands full of painting tools.

A tug of smile slightly appeared from the monotone and rigid face of the hitman –even he himself would never believe that he could pull such a warm and affectionate expression over his stalk. Akashi's breath calmed as he saw his object of interest started to set up his folding chair, gracefully put all of his sketches and paintings in order and for the last touch, with his pale white hand, he put a sign of "Sketch ¥1500". Under the surveillance of his binocular, Akashi could see the warmth and anticipation attitude under the mask of the painter's pokerface. It had been weeks, maybe months, since his observation began, but then, the very expression of his target would never push him to stop. He started to get addicted with the sight of the painter and the thrilled heart-beat as he visited the antique-store to mysteriously put a vase of yellow-chrysanths every afternoon now and then. It was a reminder that the first time they are destined to meet was where the field of yellow chrysanths blooming under the bright weather of late August.

Akashi Seijuro honestly admitted the feeling of defeat under his adoration over the little guy, but he would never bring this fact up, much to the honor of his position and his pride.

Without blinking his eyes, Akashi watched every bit movement of the blue-haired man as he saw the man casually waved his hand to a group of kindergarten childrens who happened to play in the playground. It may be a dump attempt to do, and it could be used to judge a fine well mannered man like Akashi Seijurou as a late-bloomer acting like some love-struck guy, but then Akashi waved his hand slowly to the sight before him, as if telling to himself that that particular wave was supposed to be directed to him. A sigh escaped under his low-breath.

"Hello there, Kuroko Tetsuya"

Author's Note:

Okay. This is the plan.

I'm gonna make this a multichapter and I'll update it right on the 20th each month despite the lack of faves or reviews. This is my mission. This is my birthday gift for the high and mighty emperor Akashi Seijurou. Yeah!

This fict is inspired by a Korean Movie, Daisy (2006) starring Jun Ji-hyun, Jung Woo-sung, and Lee Sung-jae. It's a romantic melodrama (if not an absolute angst) and very well recommended to watch. There is no need for you to watch the movie to understand this fict because I want to make this fict finished in a complete different ending. But still, watching it will not hurt XD

I'm sorry for the grammar faulty but I am very open for opinions, critics, comments and suggestions. You can do it by review, PM, or talk to me directly via twitter ( fancyshipper). And yes, you can see Aomine in the next chapter. Sorry! (not sorry at all)

And yeah, this fict is also for all of my twitter friends I'm so happy to know you guys! I hope you are not disappointed to be friend with me lol.

Last but not least… HAPPY BIRTHDAY AKASHI YOU LITTLE BASTARD LIFE-RUINER!

XOXO