World Of Our Own

Summary: Every night they meet each other in their dreams. AkaKuro. AU.

Warnings: I don't know what to say... Prepare for a shock and please don't hate me. It's multichapter.

Disclaimer: No ownie.

Akashi sighed, as he sat down on his bed, tired after a long enough day. He was tired of interacting with fools who didn't even realize their speech hurt his ears, their idiocy made his head ache, and over all he had a hard time keeping in control of himself.

He heard his phone vibrate receiving a call – he always had it on vibrate, to not have to bother picking out a suitable ringtone, or mute it in the cinema – from one of the above mentioned fools.

Kise Ryouta

The caller ID read the name of the exceptionally annoying blonde from his school, the one who added useless –chiis to the ends of people's names, and clung to some like glue.

Akashi considered ignoring the call – it was his usual course of action in these cases – but on a sudden thought he answered.

"What do you want?"

"Akashicchii… I was just wondering if you could tell me what we had for homework…"

"If you don't know yourself, then you deserve your fate. Do not bother me anymore, Ryouta"

He ended the call abruptly, wondering what had possessed him to even take it in the first place. Some strange whim? But that wasn't anything that could happen to him, he had probably decided to be polite. Yes, of course that was what someone of his level would have done.


It was nearly 9 PM now. Exhaustion was obvious in his mind, not so much in his demeanor.

"Yes, father, I will see to it"

"Good, now Seijuro, go get some rest"

Akashi Seijuro nodded, not bothering to question his father on how he had noticed that he needed the sleep. He headed for his room without a word, or a meal for that matter. Almost immediately when arriving, he slumped down on the bed, not using such terms of course. He groaned and pushed himself up again, realizing he had to change. He couldn't really sleep in his school uniform, that he hadn't had the time to trade for a suit, or perhaps something more comfortable before dinner and the discussion with his father.

He changed calmly and refined despite his urge to just ignore it all, not care. That he ever had such thoughts he would deny if anyone ever asked, himself included. He opened his bed, that he had made first thing in the morning, and climbed into it, resting his head on the orange – yes orange, he did not like it either, it argued with his hair color loudly – pillow, and lifted the covers upon himself. He curled up on the side, surprisingly being one of those people who can't sleep on their backs, closed his eyes, and not ten minutes had passed before he was in a deep sleep.


Kuroko Tetsuya, walked up the stairs, his bag hung on his shoulder, weighing a bit uncomfortably, maybe leaving a slight mark. He knocked on the door - stupid maybe, since it was his own room - and entered. He threw his bag away and winced hoping nothing had broke when it landed on the floor, next to the chair he had aimed at.

The time was so late that he told his mother to forget about making dinner to him, and he would grab something if he felt hungry. He did not want to bother her.

Suddenly, he felt the need to lie down for a moment, not sure if it was exhaustion or some kind of sickness that had come over him. It wasn't too unusual for him to faint after a long day of practice, and today had been one. No one knew about this, though.

Unable to move, he felt his consciousness slipping away, and he entered the sweet world of his dreams.


Akashi opened his eyes, finding himself not being home, but in a space, as white as nothing he had ever seen. It wasn't bright...How strange...He understood that it must be a dream, since there was no way a place like this would exist in reality. His vision reached its limit before the whiteness, and the was absolutely nothing he could see. Or was this some kind of blindness?

Wait...He could hear something...? What was it..? He squinted, trying to notice anything that possibly could be seen there. His eyes widened in surprise as he saw something - no someone - standing there, right behind him. He refined from gasping, as it wouldn't have fit him - he who was absolute, and could never be startled.

"Who are you? How long have you been there?"


Kuroko knew where he was, he had expected it. It was in his own world as usual, when he passed out. It had been all white in the beginning, then, night for night - or day for that matter - he had formed it to become his.

But now it was the same again, all of his effort wasted. He would have to begin again, building his escape from reality from scratch.

Now...what? There was suddenly someone standing in middle of all the white? Kuroko walked towards the person (?) and waited for them to notice him. He kept staring blankly at the back, wondering who it was, invading his own private world. It wasn't like he hadn't missed some company sometimes, but he had no idea who this stranger was or why they were here. Maybe it had been they who had ruined it all?

"I am Kuroko Tetsuya. For a while. Who may you be? And what are you doing here?"

"Akashi. Seijuro Akashi. I have my reasons."

Akashi wouldn't admit that he wasn't in control of the situation, he always was.

"I see."

Kuroko didn't know what to think of this red-haired stranger, he seemed awfully rude, though.

The conversation pretty much ended there, neither really having anything to say - that they actually would say - just staring and observing each other.

Kuroko Tetsuya, huh? That was what he had called himself, he had powder-blue hair, and matching eyes, that were quite large and unmoving. As was his expression, his face stayed the same throughout the whole thing, and even when he spoke, his voice didn't reveal any possible emotions. He was maybe a few centimeters shorter that Akashi himself, which made him slightly happy, he was always the shortest, and he hated it. Not that his authority didn't make up for it, but...

"Where are we even?"

"This is my dream"

"So I'm not awake. Well, then I should expect that this is actually my dream"

"No, Akashi-kun, I am pretty sure it's mine"

Akashi smiled a fake smile, twitching a bit in annoyance, he was always right, and now this little boy dared say that he was wrong.

"I never said it's not yours too, Akashi-kun"

Oh? So this Tetsuya person was quite smart, and observing?

"So you're trying to say we're having the same dream, about that a place that is entirely white?"

Kuroko nodded.

"Yes...Except for that this place is only white now."

"What do you mean?"

"It used to be my dream world. For months. This world can be anything we build it to be, it is a dream after all"

Akashi hid his confusion, about Tetsuya saying that he had been having this dream for months. And what...?

"What do you mean anything we build it to be?"

"I mean exactly what I said, we can form it to be anything"

Well, Kuroko hoped that Akashi wouldn't be there anymore next night, maybe his world would return then.

"I see..."

Akashi was intrigued by this.

"You can get away by going to sleep, so I suggest you do that"

Akashi's smile widened dangerously. Wasn't this just a kinder way of saying 'get lost'? Still, for no apparent reason, which was acceptable only because it was a dream, he actually nodded at Tetsuya and closed his eyes.


When he opened them again, he saw the familiar ceiling of his own bedroom, and heard the sound of the alarm clock on his nightstand telling him to get up.

What was that dream even?


Kuroko let out a relieved sigh when Akashi disappeared from before him, and he was left alone again.

But only for a lucky minute, because then, unexpectedly the place started spinning around him - he couldn't see it, mind you, but feel it - and he jolted up on his own bed, still covered because he hadn't had any time to make it before losing consciousness.

He checked the time and it was barely after midnight. He usually didn't wake up like that, not that early, without his consent.

What happened? Why did it go away?


Hello! I'm sorry. An ending idea popped up in my head here one day, and I decided to write something about it. This is chapter 1 and I only know the ending to this. Whoops, I only now remember that this might be loosely based on an idea me and my friend had at a sleepover a few years ago xD Well, thanks for reading all the way here, please review and tell me how to improve, I know I've got to. Oh and the time in that thing has no logic, don't bother.

EDIT: Going through chapters for mistakes!