Hi guys! I'm back! Okay, I know I promised I was working on something else, but I was getting nowhere with that. I'm starting school again as well, so if I update slowly, you'll know why! Yeah, yeah, I know, you're gonna berate me about being lazy or something like that. No, it's not like that! At least I hope not. I have 2 really good ideas (in my opinion XD) that I'm thinking of working on, so gimme some time and I'll publish them. For now, let's just make a deal, enjoy this fic and forget I have other stories I SHOULD be working on.
So, I love the idea of Akashi's father being a tsundere, so I'm gonna be adding that in this fic. I'm pretty sure this is only gonna be two chapters, but we'll see. This first chapter is kinda heavy, but dw, it gets light later, I promise! With that out of the way, let's get right into it!
Yuuka Kurona
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~AKASHI POV~
'Inhale. Exhale. Straighten posture. Look ahead. Do not trip over. Get perfect grades. Get perfect wins. Be perfect. Those who are not perfect do not have a right to rule.' That's what I've been raised up to believe ever since I was named heir to Akashi Corp., ever since I was brought into this world. That dark look in your eyes when I told you at the dinner table that I lost the Winter Cup was focused on me and me alone. But I was strangely calm. Perhaps because I was finally at peace after resolving things with my other side, Bokushi, as he has been dubbed. He seemed to be reassuring me that if things started getting out of hand, he would take over long enough to diffuse the situation. I wasn't one to refuse, after all, he's brought me through tough times before. Even if his methods are not completely agreeable, I will admit that he produces satisfactory results.
I didn't feel like I was trapped in your web anymore. Thanks to a certain someone. I was whisked into my memories of my time with that someone. Kuroko Tetsuya was my saviour, and I forever owe him. But ever since we separated from Teikou, I've been feeling a strange piece missing from me. An aching pain in my chest would appear every time I thought of him. The faint upward twitch of my lips that I couldn't stop whenever his name left my lips. When I saw him again when I called that meeting, everything was pieced together. I, Akashi Seijuurou, was romantically attracted to Kuroko Tetsuya. I could barely restrain myself from running up to him, embracing him and never letting him go when I saw those familiar blue eyes again. The vanilla and library scent that wafted through the air when he walked away was very welcome. And that smile he gave me when he won and shook my hand, with tears decorating the corners of those sparkling jewels, I don't know if he noticed but my breath hitched. God, I missed that smile. But I was brought out of my musings when I heard you pull back your chair and make your way to me. Your eyes, upon closer inspection, contained blazing rage, disappointment and... was that the faintest hint of relief I saw?
"Seijuurou. Only victory is accepted to the Akashi name. How dare you be the weak link in a chain of successful ancestors? Do you realise that you have tainted the Akashi name? Do you realise the consequences?" Your booming voice indicated disapproval and you didn't bother to hide how disgusted you were at my 'disgraceful performance'.
"Father. Unfortunately, I disagree," I noticed your scowl deepen when I said this, "this taste of loss has brought a new light to me. I now understand how to further develop myself. I no longer need to isolate myself from my team members. I understand that teamwork is essential, no matter how much you try to convince me otherwise." I've hardly ever defied you, but this is not an argument I will take sitting down. I will show you my point, and I will make sure you understand and accept it. You uncross the arms that you crossed as I was speaking, and raise a hand to strike me, an act I saw coming. Bokushi mentally stepped forward, and I responded by stepping back, allowing him to take control of the situation as I watched it unfold.
My eyes opened, which had closed during the exchange. I gripped onto the wrist that came down towards my face, easily stopping it in its tracks. We made eye contact, and you noticed the heterochromatic eyes. Your eyes widened by an almost unnoticeable fraction, but changed back as quickly as it happened. It didn't go unnoticed by me though. You shifted your open palm into a fist, and attempted to use force to punch me. I practically used only half of my strength to stop you.
"Tut tut tut. Don't act so rash, Father. I could overpower you right here, so why do we settle this like gentlemen? Besides, don't believe that I did not notice the relief in that whirlpool of emotions earlier. Care to explain?" You glared at me when you heard the mocking tone I used, but retracted your hand.
"Seijuurou. I shall let it slide this once. You are correct in that observation. Indeed, I was relieved. Ever since Shiori... left us," pain flashed across your eyes for a second, "I pushed you away, despite the fact that she practically begged for me not to. I'm relieved that I can atone for breaking her last wishes. But this will not occur again." A wave of nostalgia and longing hit me, and I remembered how Mother was always trying to get the both of us to play together. I gave a single nod, and my eyes shifted back to becoming both blood-red. I gave a deep bow as a silent thank you, and left the room.
I shut the door of my room, exhaling deeply.
'Thank you, Bokushi. I couldn't have done it without you.'
'No, we are one. We are to help each other. But that was interesting to see a different side of Father, was it not?'
'Indeed.'
'...shall we pay our respects to Mother soon?'
'...'
'...'
'Yes, we shall.'
We spent a few moments, drowning ourselves with the memories of our childhood with her. We spent a few moments in silence, sending our thanks for bringing us to the world of basketball, where precious bonds were made.
Arigatou, Okaa-san.
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Okie dokie! That's it for today! Pretty sure the next update will be within a week, but no promises! Until next time!
Yuuka Kurona