Pairing: Aka/Kuro
Genre: You decide. General, maybe?
Rating: T just to be safe
A/N: So it's been like 4 years since the last I wrote any fic (lol I remember the last fic I wrote was a shitty Kamui/Subaru fic from Tsubasa Reservoir fandom). This is the first time I wrote anything since then. This is just a brainless drabble because somehow I just HAVE to get this mindfucking AkaKuro feels off my ovaries. And I feel like writing something rather melancholic (idk, works? not? your say!). Also, my first language isn't English, so I apologize for the misfires of vocabs and E-grade grammar.
Disclaimer: Kuroko no Basuke (c) Fujimaki Tadatoshi, I don't claim any of it's characters yo.
Prologue
There's something to an emperor. Something that is more than anyone else.
Your lips curved something that resembles the smile of a wicked nobility, intimidating and mysterious and gracious altogether, reigning people's soul and shaking their hearts with admiration and envy. A smile of a victor winning countless wars. A smile embedded with confidence and pride and arrogance. A smile of an emperor that reigns and protects altogether. One that is perfect and is rendered flawless. One that is mightier than other. One that is justice.
The way you reign over everyone is similar to that is of water. Translucent and insubstantial, but it's right there, on every cell of blood in your veins, sending shivers and heart throbs past through your cerebral system, carving your existence on every other individual's mind. You are the shepherd that led your herd of clouds .
"Tetsuya."
I am your herd. I heed to your call.
I kneel my humble self before you, surrendering fully and unconditionally. Your voice broke in a manner of a revelation. "Look at me.", you said. I complied to your words. A reflection of blue upon your eyes , ones that is of red and yellow precious as rubies and garnets.
Your hands stretched, with fingertips enticing gracefully and beautifully as of the flutter of a butterfly's wings. The hands of an emperor, working a chore that should be done by commoners. Buttons sliding off one by one upon your hands, fabric sliding off my shoulders upon your request.
Then, I watch in great awe, the sight of an emperor taking off his armors one by one, bare naked as if you were like any other of your herds. Yet, it does not defile your glory. You are still an emperor. With or without your armor.
I burn when your fingertips danced upon the surface of my skin, trailing up and down sweetly and curiously, studying the body you reign over. Your touches slithers gracefully upon the soft of my skin, as if petals of sunflowers blown by the whispering summer breeze. Your lips soft as the velvet that made your glorious red carpet. I shiver. I tremble. Yet, I didn't say anything. I shouldn't. Not now. Not when you,the emperor, has just begun his carnival of pleasures. Unless,
"Should I take that silence of yours as a sign of submission?"
The emperor has spoken, and wasn't it an act of insolence if your herd doesn't came with an answer that will satiate you? I came with a nod, and it was an enough answer for you.
Because I am your herd. I heed to your call.
(tbc..maybe)