My first Akakuro fanfic, and...semi smut ness...so uh, help? Enjoy? Have fun? Yeah...Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroko no basuke and if I did Akakuro would be canon

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Kuroko Tetsuya was deep into his book when he bumped into something. Or rather someone. He looked up to apologize when he came face to face with red heterochromatic eyes. He's gaze was extremely penetrating, scrutinizing.

"Sorry," Kuroko murmured sidestepping to get past the intense red head.

"I'm afraid sorry doesn't cut it." The red head replied smoothly stealing the book out of Kuroko's hands.

Now Kuroko was starting to get angry. He had already apologized and the red head had made him loose his page.

"Give me back my book." Kuroko demanded.

"Not till you repay me."

Unbelievable, Kuroko thought. "I already apologized." Kuroko reached for the book but the red head held it above his head. Although they weren't very different in height Kuroko couldn't reach it. He glared into the boys red eyes refusing to be intimidated.

"Kneel." The red head commanded.

A visible tick appeared in Kuroko's usually emotionless and calm face.

"Excuse me?" Kuroko gritted out swiping the book out of the red head's grasp. "Get off your high horse, you ginger headed shorty!"

Before the outraged red head could reply the school bell rang signaling five minutes, and in the distraction Kuroko ran to his class.

No one had ever called him ginger, or short before. It was always Akashi-sama this, Akashi-sama that. Akashi Seijuuro bent down to pick up something the interesting bluenette had dropped. The student ID which Kuroko had been using as a bookmark had dropped out of the book in the struggle. He couldn't forget his defiant blue eyes.

"Kuroko Tetsuya Class C, Year 2." Akashi smirked reading the name.

Tetsuya, I always get what I want.

As soon as the bell rang releasing them for lunch Kuroko ran to the courtyard. He faintly heard Momoi-san ask where he was going but he had more urgent matters to attend to. If he couldn't find his ID he couldn't buy anything from the cafeteria (as all his money was stored on the card) and most importantly access the library. That meant no more of the Japanese literature that Kuroko adored so much. Not to mention this was the third time he lost his ID so he would have to pay $50 to get another one issued. As he was bent over breathing heavily from all the running, he saw two shoes approach and slowly bent up. He's stomach sank as he once again came face to face with the arrogant red head from the morning.

"Afternoon...Tetsuya." He smirked.

Damn, so he has my ID, Kuroko thought.

"I see you know my name, but I'm afraid I don't know yours."

To Kuroko's surprise, the red head started to laugh.

"You really don't know who I am?" He asked incredulously.

Kuroko stared at him. "Should I know who you are?"

Akashi couldn't keep shock from his face. "I'm Akashi Seijuuro."

Akashi Seijuuro, it sounded vaguely familiar..., Kuroko thought.

"Ok then, now that's settled, can I have my ID, Akashi-san?" He shrugged, deciding it didn't matter.

"Make me." Akashi smirked.

Kuroko sighed. Of course he wouldn't give it to him for free.

"What do you want, Akashi-san?"

"Simple really, Tetsuya. I want you."

To be continued

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-AKIRA