My Elusive Blue
Chapter 1
Summary: "When Kuroko's respected captain shows more than an appropriate amount of interest in him, how does the blue haired boy react? And how does one grasp a type of love that balances on the edge of obsession?
Rating: T for now, may change to M for later chapters if I decide to write sex scenes into this. Warning: homosexual relationships! If you do not like this, please do not read
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these wonderful characters.
Notice: English is my second language, so please bear with any minor mistakes!
Author's Notes: Okay, I'm back for now! A lot has happened in the duration of 4 years since my latest serious fic. My interest in certain pairings have shifted, and I have been playing with the idea of writing a fic for these two for a while now. Apparently, I have a thing for pairings where one part is fascinated with the other, but is emotionless otherwise – no straight up lovey dovey-ness for me! I plan for this fic to last 5-6 chapters, depending on how popular it gets. Please bear with how often I update this, as I may suddenly be caught up in Bachelor-related work.
I hope you, as the reader, will like this fic!
Edit: I changed some of the names in order to be more true to the nature of the character. Thanks for pointing it out 'silver woman' :)
"kurokocchi, hurry up, we're going to be late!"
Kuroko's eyes rose from the book placed at the table in front of him. In the door stood Kise, the blonde haired member of the generation of miracles. He was breathing heavily, and had a frantic look in his otherwise warm yellow eyes.
"Why are you just sitting here?! Hurry up!, I'm not going to shield you from captain's wrath if you are late!"
Kuroko slowly rose from his spot, before allowing his eyes to glide towards the window next to him. Outside, the cherry blossoms were in full bloom, and the sun was mercifully beating down on the vast amount of concrete adoring the school grounds. It was a beautiful summer day. A perfect day for basketball training.
"kurokocchi…" Kise muttered impatiently. The blonde walked the distance between the two and grabbed Kuroko's collar and yanked it slightly to get his attention. Why did Kuroko space out a time like this? "Tell me why you are not freaking out about being potentially late?"
Kuroko met Kise's gaze and smiled softly. "It's a beautiful day." He simply stated. "If we do not stop up and appreciate such things, life would become a lot less interesting."
Kise face palmed himself as if to signal that it was not time for Kuroko to be philosophical at a time like this. He quickly motioned the smaller boy out of the empty classroom and towards the basketball court through the many corridors that worked as the school's internal network.
"If we get in trouble, I'm going to blame you, you know." Kise muttered in a teasing tone as they walked at a reasonable pace in order to not get any later than they currently were. "I'm sure that the captain will be nicer towards you if we get late anyway."
Kuroko closed his eyes momentarily as they walked, wondering what Kise meant by his statement. He did not feel like the captain, Akashi Seijuro, was favoring anyone. Actually, the captain had always been rather just… But perhaps Kise saw something Kuroko hadn't been able to see yet.
When the two reached the basketball court, Kise stayed in the background, allowing Kuroko to enter the premises first. The other members of the generation of miracles were already present, and fully engaged in their training. However, as if some supernatural force had alerted him of their presence, a pair of sharp red and yellow eyes quickly darted towards them with their first steps onto the court.
Kuroko watched calmly as their captain, Akashi Seijuro, approached them. Akashi always carried himself with a natural sense of power, and even though Kuroko was not easily persuaded by anyone, he felt the natural pull Akashi emitted. He naturally demanded people's attention by his mere presence.
"Ryouta" Akashi stated matter-of-factly, his eyes quickly darting up to the taller male, before darting once more to fully settle at Kuroko. "Tetsuya"
Kuroko felt his chest hurt slightly, with the way the captain spoke his name. He felt the disappointed tone, and the blaming eyes. He felt like Akashi could see straight through him in that moment.
"Sorry, Captain." Kuroko muttered, quickly averting his eyes from Akashi's intense staring. Nevertheless, even though their eye contact was broken, Kuroko could still feel the piercing sensation from the red haired boy's intense presence. "I… I was dozing off. Lost count of time. I will make it up to you in this training session."
Akashi remained silent for a few seconds. The silence was unbearable, even though it was no more than a short moment.
"Ryouta, join the others." Akashi stated, not averting his gaze from Kuroko. "I will deal with you later, leave me with Tetsuya for now."
Kuroko could see how Kise was conflicted about leaving Kuroko to face his demise with their intimidating captain… however, as the situation was, he did not have much of a choice. Sending a quick apologetic look in Kuroko's direction, Kise slowly walked towards the rest of the team, heading Akashi's wish of leaving the two of them alone.
Kuroko gathered his courage, not being able to dodge the captain's gaze anymore, and met Akashi's eyes head on. The captain was naturally intimidating to say the least, but the more Kuroko looked into those heterochromatic eyes, he could not help but feel like Akashi was quite beautiful to look at. Like when looking at the sun. It hurt to look directly at it; however, it did not take away from its beauty… or power.
"I hope you were doing something immensely important to miss out on a training session." Akashi stated calmly. "I didn't think you would be the type of person to lose the passion for basketball. Quite the contrary, actually."
Kuroko felt himself tighten, and his hand formed into a fist in frustration.
Even though Kuroko was normally a very calm person, he felt hurt whenever someone doubted him on his passion for the sport. Naturally, what should matter most was his own feelings, however seeing Akashi's calm statement, as if it was a matter of fact that he had lost his passion, somehow set him off.
"I have not lost the passion, Akashi-kun!" He stated passionately – his otherwise calm blue eyes flaring up ever so slightly. "I want to play with you guys, and be a valuable asset to the team! I will work harder if it makes you and the team believe in me once more!"
A small smile slowly formed across Akashi's lips.
Kuroko, who had expected a colder reception of his small speech, felt his guards slowly lower with the red haired boy's smile. He wanted to tell the captain that his smile made him look so much more approachable, but he knew that it probably would not be well received.
"Tetsuya." Akashi started, the smile staying on his lips. "If you have lost the passion for the game or not, is none of my concern. As long as you play and you play well, I will not make any objections as your captain."
Kuroko gazed at Akashi in disbelief, still rather taken aback by his captain's constant disinterest in their personal goals, or what drove them in life. Was it all just one big game for him? How could someone function and be happy like that?
However, before Kuroko had the opportunity to contemplate Akashi's outlook on life, he was jolted from his thoughts by the feeling of a hand at his shoulder.
Kuroko slowly lowered his gaze, to look at Akashi's hand, which had somehow found its place at his shoulder. Akashi's hand was warm and firm – even though Akashi did not have the biggest hands of the team, he made up for it in mere presence. Kuroko's eyes rose, only to meet the red haired boy's eyes head-on.
He was close – leaning over Kuroko in what may have looked like an intimidating gesture to onlookers. However, the eyes Kuroko met were not intimidating. They were powerful and intense like always, however there was a certain warmth to them, that Kuroko had never noticed before… not until now.
"But as Akashi Seijuro, your friend." His voice was dangerously low, and with their current position, Akashi slumbering over Kuroko's frame, Kuroko felt himself become even smaller than usual; "I would hate to see you lose your passion."
Kuroko was at a loss of words. He was not sure if Akashi had expected an answer, but Kuroko gave him one none the less. Even if it was a somewhat jumbled one. "I… I…" He quickly gathered his thoughts, and stated in a more coherent way; "You know that won't happen Akashi-kun…"
Akashi chuckled mildly. "Hopefully not… it would be a shame."
Kuroko was not sure how to react. Had the old Akashi returned?
Kuroko remembered talking with Midorima about Akashi possibly having two sides to him, and even though the intimidation that usually characterized the new Akashi was more than present, the concern for the team's personal well-being was something he most vividly remembered from the original Akashi.
Kuroko was not sure if he truly preferred the old Akashi to the new one. The original Akashi was more easily approachable, and seemed to truly care about the team's wellbeing… however, the current Akashi, though intimidating, had a more intense personality in general… And though he did not like to admit it, the generation of miracles had never been stronger.
Kuroko was jolted from his own thoughts, when he felt his captain slowly lean away from him once more. The weight on his frame was gone, but Kuroko somehow felt like the weight had ended up being nice… if just for a little while.
"Now, Tetsuya." Akashi started. "I'm sure the others would appreciate you joining their training."
Kuroko nodded softly, meeting the captain's eyes briefly one last time, before following his suggestion of joining the training. He was itching to get the ball in between his hands. Somehow, Akashi's faith in his passion for basketball had sparked something inside of him. He guessed it was always nice to have someone believe in you so firmly… right?
Kuroko was mostly practicing his passing and dribbling during the training session, pairing up with Aomine whom he naturally needed to be in tune with to play well. Aomine being in a good mood, made the whole process a lot easier.
"So, Tetsu, did the captain give you a piece of his mind? That looked pretty horrifying." Aomine passed the ball to Kuroko, trying to practice while chit-chatting which he would usually do when getting bored with their usual training regimen. "I hope he wasn't too hard on you."
Kuroko remained silent for a while, contemplating his answer. "I don't know what you are talking about." He stated quietly.
"Come on, I saw what was going on between the two of you. You can talk to me about it; I won't hold it against you even if you cried a little." Aomine said teasingly. "What did he say?"
However, Aomine's curiosity completely fell short on Kuroko who was entirely focused on something… or someone else.
"Oi, Tetsu?" Aomine tried once more, but it was futile.
Kuroko had the itching feeling that someone had been watching him for a while now. You could call it a sixth sense… or you could call it intuition. At the least, the hairs on Kuroko's back stood up, and he felt an enormous demanding presence, being directed at him.
He followed the feeling, only to meet a pair of very familiar heterochromatic eyes. Akashi was looking directly at him… and the red haired boy did nothing to conceal it… Not even when Kuroko's deep blue eyes gazed directly back at him, with a mix of wonder and bewilderment.
At first, Akashi did nothing to change his expression. But then a smile broke from his lips.
Why was it that Kuroko did not feel like a deer in the headlights, like some normal person in Akashi's presence would do?
In fact, Kuroko felt a tingling sensation at the back of his head instead… and a tightening at his chest. Kuroko slowly moved his hand, to clutch at the uniform adorning his chest – somehow hoping that if he acknowledged the feeling, that it would go away.
But it didn't.
It only grew.
