Departure


A/n: There's a complete change of pace in the middle of this and I'm not sure if most of you will like it. On the other hand, thank you so much for the reviews and the followers and the favourites! I honestly didn't think I'd get a response as amazing as these! The greatest thanks to shun matsuoka who has beta-read this chapter and is extremely nice and supportive and amazing with her editing aaaa!

Warning/s: Kuroko tops. XD And did I say two-shot? *coughs* Well...it wouldn't hurt to add another chapter, right?


disclaimer: i do not own kuroko no basuke


Akashi Seijuro was superior, untouchable. An ordinary junior's knees would shake if he had the (unfortunate) honour of having Akashi speak directly to him whether to scold him or to just randomly slap him in the face with no apology in his tone, it didn't differ. The latter event happened more often than what Akashi would have liked. The last time that happened, his victim was Kotaro. The guy was to blame for spooking off the press with his bro-row tendency after all.

It was also slightly his Father's fault as well since he prohibited the use of punching bags in the Akashi household, bottling his daily urges to be violent. Seniors wouldn't even reprimand him should he 'accidentally' drop the honorific or the 'sempai' next to the name. It was a whole new level to an individual, and because of this, Akashi was perhaps known by every student in Rakuzan High. He most likely had more power, in all senses; finance, dominance (and intelligence, he would like to add), than the teachers themselves.

This is why no one questioned why Akashi suddenly started talking to himself on an everyday basis.

"Maybe he's going through a phase?" Reo suggests, still slightly frazzled about the earlier events. As Akashi walked past in an oblivious manner, his eyes were instantaneously glued to the faded purplish skits of the hickey on the back of his neck.

"That guy? A phase?" Nebuya shrugged off a teacher with a small figure, who was attempting to reprimand him about the burger in his hands during class time. "What, you think he gave himself a hickey?"

The double parent-like teenager scowled, placing a hand on his hip. "It's like someone's got their hands locked on him." Mibuchi explained in bemusement. "But that doesn't make sense because it's Sei-chan we're talking about."

"He has people following him every day." Nebuya takes a huge bite out of the over-sized burger, eyes half-lidded as if it was an act out of boredom.

"Maybe Akashi went into the heat zone." Mayuzumi Chihiro agrees.

"Don't disgrace Sei-chan's name like that!" Reo protested, about ready to let off some steam.

"Wow, look!" The brat, Kotaro Hayama came up close and examined his classmate's facial expression. "Reo-nee's face looks like a lady demon right now."

"Stop that; this is important."

Buuuuurp.

"Why, oh why do I put up with you?"


It took Kuroko a total number of seven shogi challenges before his furrowed brows eased into a lax realization. He rested his pale palms on top of his knees, witnessing Akashi take down the majority of his game force. When the red-headed boy looked up with an expectant eyebrow raised, Kuroko snapped his back ruler-straight.

"You use a different technique for each game. Even after time, I can't predict mere possibilities for your next move." Kuroko notes down, sliding his piece into position. "Akashi-kun is very cunning."

"Thank you for the compliment," Akashi met his eyes, holding his piece up to reply before placing it back down on his well-loved board. "But technique has nothing to do with play. It's about learning your opponent's weaknesses and using the knowledge to your advantage. I win."

Akashi took great pleasure in the way Kuroko's eyes narrowed slightly, and a huff was blown out of the angel's nose in irritation.

"I don't like the feeling of losing."

"I have never lost in a shogi match, so I can't relate to your feelings." Akashi boldly stated, packing the pieces up and dropping them gracefully into the small bag supplied.

Everything he did was graceful. His movements were delicate but confident as if they were planned and practiced which was an absurd thought. Akashi sort of reminded Kuroko of a ballet dancer. He had yet to share his thoughts to said ballet dancer.

At the new piece of information, Tetsuya didn't feel surprised.

"Has anyone ever come close to beating you?" He asked curiously, offering the boy a handful of pieces that he missed.

"The closest was nineteen moves before they lost." Akashi hummed indolently, taking the figures out of Kuroko's slim hand and collecting the board. He pushed it into a compartment below his desk, where his treasured things were kept. "A colleague of my Father's foolishly angered him. He was fixed with a deal; his propositions would have been considered had he won against me in a game."

Kuroko was only half-listening, resting his head on the palms of his hands as he watched his slim companion stride about in his room. His gaze was gradually knocked to the side to peer idly at the beams of sunlight crawling through the blinds. He wonders if God was watching them now.

He wonders if God had accidentally created this human with an appearance of an angel, with the intelligence of a Wiseman, and possibly the cunning of the devil. Kuroko thinks it's unfair that this person hasn't lost once.

"I'll beat Akashi-kun one day."

"Is that a promise?" Akashi temporarily ceased his actions, humouring Kuroko with his voice.

"Yes." Kuroko replies, determination filling him with internal vigour. "What does Akashi-kun think about basketball?"

A small smile graced Akashi's dusted pink lips as he switched the computer on, sinking onto the soft seat of his desk chair. Kuroko heard the sound of fingers tapping the keyboard before the human gave him a reply.

"I've never paid particular attention to the sport." Akashi admits in a matter-of-factly tone.

"Hm?" Kuroko softly emits, cocking his head to the side. "I thought someone like you would be familiar with it."

"It's a sport that requires strategy, doesn't it?" Akashi hums in reply, following Kuroko's train of thought with no difficulty. "Very well; I'll take a look at it for you. In the meantime, accompany me."

Kuroko stands up like an obedient dog after saying his thanks, following Akashi, who had risen and walked through the doors of his room. He closed his eyes with no strain as he walked and his hands were even shoved elegantly in his pockets. Only Akashi had the ability to make a lousy display look elegant. Oh, how smitten was he with his redheaded companion.

"Akashi-kun is in a good mood today." Kuroko noted softly, dodging a few maids that would have stumbled into him. Akashi greeted them with 'good mornings' which they instantly replied to.

"I want you to do something for me." Akashi's tone turned serious, no longer bearing the calm and cheerful (to anyone who practiced decoding his whole variety of facial expressions) face.

If there was one thing Kuroko had learnt, it was that despite the misleading expressions that Akashi showed, his moods were always fluctuating with every single word you say.

"Don't look so horror-stricken." Akashi said in an exasperated tone but with no real bite. How Kuroko managed to sense that was a mystery but it made him happy straight down to the bone.

Perhaps it's because of the long period of time he obtained to interact with this human being. He vaguely remembers the time of peeking in through door slits to watch the boy study, waiting outside bathrooms because Akashi unexpectedly had to pee in the middle of his stalking session and watching the boy sleep. He had thought once that it wouldn't be on the top of the risk factor if he had gone inside the room and sat in the corner since nobody had been able to detect him. Kuroko realizes now though, judging by Akashi's character, he was...one hundred percent grateful that he never worked up the guts to do that.

To his surprise, rather than growing to resent it, Akashi had accepted his existence. He'd been accepting it for two months now ever since their first meeting. In fact, Kuroko was starting to wonder if the boy enjoyed his company. The thought sent a particular organ inside his chest to swell.

Akashi led them both to a room that Kuroko hadn't explored yet. It was understandable really, since Akashi lived in a mansion instead of a house.

It was an old-styled traditional Japanese room that adorned closure by sliding paper doors. Shodo was sprawled down one wall of the room in small, neat scrawl. Perhaps the hands of a child created that. The thought of a young, even smaller Akashi coming here to write on the walls was a very cute one indeed.

"Hope." Kuroko read the characters aloud as they passed the said writing. "Dragon, love, joy."

"Mother taught me the calligraphy at the age of three."

"The three year olds in the kindergarten were still learning how to hold the brush." Kuroko pointed out with a blank face.

"I was forced to grow up quickly." Akashi replied with half-lidded eyes. He pointed to the centre of the room, where there was a circular indent the size of a fist, probably meant for a candle. "Go sit there."

After a few seconds of suspicious hesitation, Kuroko eyed the boy warily before leaning down on the desired place and resting his hands on top of his knees, his eyes fixated on Akashi's knees.

"I never knew Akashi-kun was into this sort of thing..."

"I am seriously contemplating on whether to cut your tongue or spare you." He stared down at the boy and found an unmistakable surge of satisfaction from seeing the annoying being kneeling down before him.

He walked around the boy who tensed in realization. When he was directly behind Kuroko, he sank down to one knee and kneeled down, as if initiating a back massage. Confidently, Akashi reached for the hem of Kuroko's shirt in a motion to pull it off the pale, slim body.

Kuroko reacted by flinching, looking over his shoulder to give him a questionable glance. He obediently held his arms up when he was met with silence, and in a smooth movement, Akashi removed his shirt, neatly folding and setting it aside.

"Does Akashi-kun like-"

"Can I see them?"

"...Hm?"

"Your wings."

A small silence filled the room as fast as a horrible stench. Inwardly, Kuroko was actually amused as he gazed over his shoulder to look at Akashi. While his face didn't betray any emotion, he was so tempted to voice it out. However, Akashi somehow sensed this would happen since he shut him up with a glare. Then the phantom-like man nodded once, turned his gaze forwards and breathed in deeply.

Akashi merely watched the pale back, and the shoulder blades that began to grow. When they were roughly the size of small, pointed boulders, the human almost gasped as the skin parted to complete two sore-looking slits. The strong roots of the wings erected first, and rather than sprouting the feathers like Akashi thought would happen, the raw-looking limbs uncurled, revealing the majestic blanket of snow-white that once shocked Akashi into immobility the first time they had met.

The two branches looked rather...fluffy.

Akashi came forward without realizing it, entirely fascinated. Before he knew it, one pale hand of his was reaching out to stroke through the feathery layers. He retracted his hand however, when Kuroko immediately recoiled. Though when the stiff body eased back into relaxation, the hand came back to stroke over the feathers. They were delightfully as fluffy and as soft as they looked.

A few minutes passed, and Kuroko decided he liked this treatment immensely. His eyes fluttered closed and a tiny mewl escaped him as the fingers started to smooth over and prod the bony region. The soft, assumedly hollow bone seemed to thin near the edge until it reached a tube of cartilage. Curious hands skimmed down the bone slowly, heading towards the base of the two appealing appendages.

A ghost smile began to work on Akashi's face as the silky skin jumped under every touch. It was only when his fingers splayed over the junction where the wing seamlessly connected with skin did Kuroko emit a small yelp, body positioned to edge away from the contact.

Akashi stared a little longer, then leapt forward, determined to get his hands on the oversensitive wing bases. The angel winced, his wings flapping wildly in protest until Akashi rendered them steady with a firm grip on both studs, a defined grin on his pretty face. And they continued the silent charade until Kuroko leaned forward, his forehead resting on his knees as he flexed his wings strongly. Akashi didn't batt a single eyelid as he was suddenly surrounded by fluffy white walls that dared him to stumble backward.

A knock suddenly resounded through the room and both of their heads perked up as a result.

"Seijuro-sama, are you in there?" One of the maids called, hovering outside the door. "The master came in today and is requesting your presence in the main room."

"Tell him that I'm coming." Akashi replied calmly, letting his fingers stroke leisurely over the ruffles of feathers surrounding him. "Also, make the chefs prepare dinner early, if you haven't already."

"Yes sir." The maid replied, and the fading footsteps indicated her retreat.

When it concerned Akashi's father, Kuroko knew not to follow for he was sure to face consequences mightier than staring down the narrow end of the scissors. So he let a pout overtake his lips, as Akashi moved to stand up behind him. Red orbs raked over the sulking angel whose wings set down dejectedly.

Kuroko's eyes snapped open and he yelped softly once again as fingers flicked the sensitive base of his wings. Akashi slid the door shut behind him, ready to greet his Father. The angel was left in a kneeling position with his wings lured out and a small smile gracing his otherwise stoic face.

I.

Akashi was well aware of possible people who encompassed sexual tendencies and advances. He knew about hormones; he wasn't stupid or naive. And he especially knew about how they affected Kuroko since he too, was a male teenager now.

He also had every little detail about Kuroko's feelings wrapped up in a map. The angel simply didn't know that the behaviour he was displaying was indecent. He was entirely innocent to a dirty ploy his own body was planning.

So when Akashi's eyes snapped open in the middle of the night, awakening right in the middle of a hickey being made on his inner thigh, he waited a few generous seconds before literally defenestrating Kuroko with a single hand. 'Tetsuya has wings,' Akashi shrugged. 'He'll survive.'

II.

"Sei-chan, this has to stop."

"What are you spouting about, Reo?"

"Four lovebites, Sei-chan. Four."

"I thought we agreed you would stay out of my business. Are you defying me?"

"No, no. But I won't let some impure beast stake his claim on you!"

"And this is you implying that I'm some defenceless pup."

"Haha Reo-nee~, Akashi is definitely the opposite!"

"-As I was saying, you should know better than to look into my 'love' life. Anyway, what you assume about this is a complete misunderstanding."

Snort. "Yeah, right."

"What was that, Eikichi? My words are absolute."

"N-nothing. I was just coughing."

"That's what I thought."

"Brat."

"What was that, Chihiro?"

"Eh-ah...it was a cough as well."

"Hm. Is everyone down with a cold today? I expect you all to take better care of yourselves."

"Sei-chan..." Whine. "Four love bites?"

"You're beginning to annoy me."

"Actually, he has seven, including the marks beneath his clothes."

"Silence Tetsuya."

"Eh...who are you talking to, Akashi?"

"Wah! Akashi has an imaginary friend too?"

"Nothing of the sort, Kotaro. This person, Kuroko was the one who gave me these love bites in the first place."

"Ah, I thought so— EHHHH!?"

"Yeah? Where is she?"

"He is a male, Eikichi. And he has been here from the start."

"A-ah." Nod plus a sweat drop. "Can - can he hear us?"

"Are you an idiot? Of course he can."

Cue Akashi walking away.

"...I declare that it's about time we should start showing some concern."

"Eh, sempai thinks so too?"

"I take it back, Reo-nee. That guy has completely lost it."

"I told you! It's definitely a phase."

"...Domo, Akashi-kun's friends."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"...WHAT THE FU-"

"Please don't swear; it's a bad habit."

"I—"

"?!"

"Ah, Tetsuya. I trust they won't be bothering me for a while?"

"Not any time soon, Akashi-kun."


Akashi was up for a midnight walk. As usual, wherever he went, Kuroko followed. As they began their daily ritual of night strolling. It went on for roughly an hour as they strolled carelessly around the paranoid block of Akashi's home region. This time, the street lights glinted through the clearing, the fog on the glass preventing its full transmission.

The usual call of the crickets was faint, and so was the population outside at this hour. Akashi hummed as Kuroko idly kicked a rock as they slowly edged forward in a direction Kuroko had the choice of selecting. It was one of those nights where the moon was a bit closer, and you can just barely make out the craters.

The weather was getting warmer with each day; their night walks started from woolly scarves to thin shirts and jeans. The breeze brushed past them like a silent and pleasant farewell, and it was slightly humid. Akashi felt like he was being wrapped in a warm blanket. Throughout his life, he had always noticed the stars. It was only now that he began to appreciate them.

Since when did everything get so...vibrant? Akashi wondered this as they turned another corner, his companion following close behind him. Kuroko hung his head forward slightly to get a better view of Akashi's expression.

By morning, Kuroko couldn't help but shift impatiently.

"Can I ask you something?" Kuroko was sitting across Akashi on the dinner table, which was swarmed by maids. Since he knew that other people couldn't see him manually, both he and Akashi stopped caring ages ago.

"What is it?"

"Do you want me here?"

"I find your company pleasant, Tetsuya." Akashi said with an eyebrow elegantly raised.

"You and I both know that you're avoiding the question."

"And you and I both know the answer, so there's no need for me to say it in the first place."

"..." In response, Kuroko's eyes immediately depress, and his gaze shifted to the floor below him. His ears were filled by the sounds of cutlery delicately clinking on porcelain plates. Of course Akashi didn't seem disorientated by this; his feelings won't change at all regardless of the time they've spent together. Kuroko denied a burning sensation at the back of his eyes.

"Akashi-kun is as cold as always."

"Oh? Are you giving up? Akashi answered with a hum. "Very well. If you're going to prepare your departure, I still want some way of contacting you. Whether you believe it or not, what I said before about your company is true."

"Excuse me," Kuroko said while closing his eyes. "But I am never going to give up."

Akashi took a bite into his personalized sashimi. He took a sip of his water before replying.

"Is that a fact?" Being the special type of brains he was, Akashi could foresee many things by mere second calculation. He figured from the start that Kuroko wouldn't make a disappearance unless Akashi wishes him to. That's why he almost lost his composure when he looked back up and found no blue haired companion there.

The sound of brushing teeth reverberated throughout the room.

As the day progressed, Akashi felt more and more aggravated with every minute. Kuroko's absence wasn't supposed to deter him this much. What was worse was that the angel's exit wasn't what made him irritated, but it was the fact that he loathed and worried over the disappearance that set him on the edge.

He found himself snapping at maids when he strolled out of his room to meditate, hoping to catch a break from his aching emotional-based stamina. 'This is the reason why I keep people at arm's length' he absentmindedly noted.

Knowing Kuroko Tetsuya, however, the boy will be back in a matter of time. And unfortunately, that time was when Akashi, still frazzled, was in the bathroom, brushing his teeth and completely unaware.

The red-headed boy bent down to rinse his mouth, depositing his brush in the process. While rubbing his mouth, he straightened his position and he swore his heart damn nearly stopped when Kuroko's reflection was behind his own in the mirror.

"Tets-!" He exclaimed in his surprise,

"Shh."

Hands slid over his flanks and wrapped around his waist, pulling him back to press against Kuroko's chest.

"This is pushing it." Akashi warned. Just before he hitched his arm forward with plans to swing back and hit Kuroko as hard as he can, the hand around his hip snaked into his pants.

"Tetsuya!" He hissed, eyes widened with battling fury. Akashi bent over to escape the touch but it only followed in his direction. The wandering hand stopped in front of his crotch area and cupped him through his boxers, eliciting a faint shrill from Akashi's mouth.

"...Sorry." Kuroko sounded so sincere. "Please don't hit me."

Akashi braced himself to do exactly that but right at that moment, Kuroko acquired the audacity to slip his fingers in past his underwear and squeeze his member rather tightly in his hands. The boy gasped, his eyes widening as he found Kuroko's arms around him and clutched them in protest.

"Just try to enjoy this." The angel murmured lowly in his throat.

"Just how can I—nngh!" Akashi got cut off by a particularly hard squeeze to his member, the cold hand around him unrelenting. He felt pinpricks of moisture gaining at the back of his eyes and his teeth grit.

"Please Akashi-kun." Kuroko's eyes were determined. "Let me have this."

"Stop it!" Akashi gurgled out then gasped as the hand started to warm to his body temperature, taking the advantage and slowly sliding up in a tight grip. "Stop this—" He weakly ordered but Kuroko had him by the balls. Or penis, to be exact.

Gently, Kuroko placed a kiss on the back of the taller boy's neck. Gasping quietly, the boy surrendered to the tight, merciless grip, his back arching in retrospect. He stopped squirming however when an arm wrapped around his abdomen, pulling him flush against the warm chest.

The angel slyly walked them forward, but at a slow pace, forcing Akashi to place his palms in front of the mirror for leverage when he was forced to bend down slightly due to the low placement of the sink.

"Look at yourself." Kuroko reminded him, kissing his earlobe affectionately.

Akashi glared silently at nothing whatsoever but something within him felt compelled to comply and so he did. His eyes widen in what he sees; himself, looking so vulnerable, face flushed, muscles quivering and mouth powerlessly parted.

The human cursed under his breath at Kuroko, but he won't have any of it. Instead the angel squeezed harshly with every profanity, as if Akashi was a dog that needed to be trained. The thought crossed his mind and he couldn't help but smile as Akashi growled a few seconds after. He squeezed the hot member, forcing an erection with his ministrations.

"I'll kill you..." Akashi breathed out, defenceless inside Kuroko's arms.

Behind him the boy inwardly winced, it was always a fifty-fifty with Akashi so unfortunately there's a possibility that the young psychopath would follow through with his actions. However, Kuroko didn't want to die; not just yet. In fact, as common sense follows, he wanted to keep his life dearly thank you. And if he were to die, he'd want it to happen peacefully and quickly, not by being plunged into chest by a cluster of scissors.

"No." Kuroko denied with his usual ghost for emotions. "Akashi-kun will not kill me. Not when I'm still on Earth. Not when I haven't fulfilled my promise to defeat you one day. Definitely not now when I've noticed that you're finally starting to care for me."

"I will." Akashi spat out with pure resentment meshed into his dangerous tone. "You're- -nngh...asking haah- for it."

This sensation of losing control – losing power...only to land on a promising pillow, why was it Kuroko who could make him feel this? Why was it that in all honesty, Akashi didn't mind it at all? Whatever power those baby blue eyes bore, it had already penetrated through his heterochromatic orbs and gave a similar, though additional decisive incision to his carefully sought out judgments.

Before he knew it, the angel had already become a huge part in his life; he never realized how forlorn he had been without keeping someone close to his person. He was feeling things an Akashi was never meant to feel. He was breaking down from those jerky, quick hand movements.

Describing what Kuroko Tetsuya was to him was somewhat beyond vocal description. The angel was like a sadistic beater who beat him down into tranquillity. While being an angel, his lack of presence also made him a phantom, a mystical being that can stop time and movement in his aura and one that you'll have difficulty seeing. Unintentionally, Akashi proceeded forwards without his usual caution.

In many ways, Kuroko Tetsuya was also his personal Trojan horse. And like he predicted when one took too many steps too close to the boy, he fell into that time warp that surrounded Kuroko. He went down hard with his trail spiralling in the air.

The one behind him, and currently giving him a hand job was most probably the embodiment of an oxymoron of all sorts.

"Stop touching me." Akashi snarled, his fingers trembling on the surface of the mirror.

"You're not in the position to give me orders right now." Kuroko answered. "The next time I talk to you, look at me in the eye." Kuroko uttered breathlessly.

"Why the hell would I—"

Squeeze.

Akashi cut himself off by a guttural, but quiet yell of pain, doubling over as he felt Kuroko sandwich their legs from behind. In the second that the hand granted mercy on him, his glazed eyes flickered upwards obediently to stare right at Kuroko's through the mirror.

"Good boy, Akashi-kun." Kuroko responded with a pleased tone, and his eyes are definitely smiling.

The boy reduced into submission closed his eyes and let a slow, shaky exhalation loose when the hand started pumping him rhythmically. Faint squelching sounds echoed against the walls of the room as the fingers slid and squeezed and gripped him into euphoria.

When he was on the near stage of releasing, Kuroko bent down slowly to whisper in his ear.

"Look at yourself, Akashi-kun. Look at how beautiful you look, like this."

Directly, glazed eyes locked into its mirror image and suddenly Akashi had his mouth parted open and he was releasing, long and hot into Kuroko's hand and the sink counter.

Akashi placed his hands on either side of the sink and closed his eyes as his chest heaved, trying to catch his breath. When his eyes peered open, he grimaced as he found the splatter of hot seed trailing down onto his private bathroom floor. No doubt that if they didn't clean it now, the maids would enter the full gossip transition by the next day.

There were two hands rubbing his back soothingly.

When Akashi went to bed that night, he was on his back staring up at the ceiling, Except the ceiling didn't exactly register in his sight.

"Breathe, Akashi-kun. You were great."

He spent a full three hours wondering why that was the reason.


"Akashi-kun, I can't take it anymore." The fact that Kuroko's tone was so close to a childish whine didn't faze Akashi in the slightest.

Akashi closed his eyes and hummed idly as he went through a new trial-and-error process. The pale angel could only helplessly stare and follow as Akashi caved in to his usual daily routine, ambling around his house so early in the morning.

Their new arrangement was quite questionable; what happened as stalking at first turned into something Akashi would have never let happen. On rare occasions when Akashi was feeling extra generous, he'd let Tetsuya on the bed to sleep next to him overnight. He saw the angel every day now, and whenever he told him to bugger off, he can leave with the reassurance that Kuroko would still be there after he granted permission.

It was honestly like keeping a pet dog, a holy, beautiful dog that could play shogi, and one in heat, for that matter.

"Akashi-kun."

Akashi flicked through the outfits in his wardrobe; the school festival had been on his mind for a few weeks now. He had considered inviting Tetsuya as opposed to banning him from following (the usual case), but after that bathroom incident and how badly he misbehaved...

Really, maybe he should ask one of the maids to purchase a leash for him.

"Akashi-kun."

...On the other hand, Kuroko had once compared Akashi himself with a dog. It didn't end well after he had shared his opinion. Instead of thoroughly teaching him a lesson however, Tetsuya had yielded to the threat of scissors...and then foolishly went on how a cat was much more accurate.

Akashi could see his reasoning, he supposed. Either way, Kuroko was his unleashed dog. Loyal, clingy, irritating most of the time and annoyingly endearing. It was a dangerous combination, Funny how Kuroko's appearance looked anything but dangerous.

"Akashi-kuuuuuun."

Finally, the angel travelled to his last resort; actually making physical contact with Akashi. The young heir slightly flinched as the hem of his shirt was grabbed, stopping him from continuing his journey.

"No Tetsuya."

"Akashi-kun," Kuroko tugged a bit harder. "Even if it seems so, I'm not actually invisible. There's no reason for you to pretend that I am."

"Let's not play insolent here." Akashi chided, his eyes casually closing as he fixed his mussed up collar. Regardless, it didn't stop the attention-seeking tugging. "Are you trying to prove how childish you are?"

"I've already apologized twenty-four times."

"Convenient of you to count."

"I'm sorry."

"Hm, that's twenty-five then. Shall we make the level bar sit on one hundred?"

"Where is it currently?"

"About fifty."

"You should take it off."

The edge of Akashi's lips quirked slightly, although somewhat glacially. "And why should I?"

"Because it will make me happy." Kuroko talks to him with what looked to be the most serious face a person could make. Yet after a while, the same cold stare converted into two different categories; aloof, and the solemn.

"How is this relevant?" His answer was immediate and challenging.

"Does Akashi-kun not care about me and my happiness at all?"

"I see no obligation to."

"Liar."

"What did you just call me?"

"Nothing."

"Liar." Akashi imitated his insult with his eyes hardened. "Why did you do it?"

Kuroko hesitated a bit before answering. "Do what?"

"Don't." Akashi snapped with half-lidded sight. "You're being quite annoying today."

"I apologize." Kuroko murmured quietly. "I know what you are talking about. Excuse my word choice but it had to happen sooner or later—"

"Tetsuya-"

"You know why I'm here." Kuroko backhanded the interruption firmly. "I expected you to have kicked me out sooner or later yet I'm still here. So far you've allowed me to be by your side. It really upsets me when you make it seem like I'm the one at fault, when you're the one who lets me stay with you."

Akashi raised an eyebrow. Kuroko made a move forward and grabbed him around the wrist. "Recently, I've figured out that I have no control over this. Over myself when I'm around you. Please don't tell me it's my fault." His words were warningly low in his throat.

Akashi jerked his arm away, disconnecting Kuroko's hold cruelly as he turned his back to him, crossing his arms in retaliation. "Loss of control? They call it weakness."

"Is that what bothered you?" Kuroko stood his ground, his face downcast but his eyes penetrating into Akashi's stare. "Losing control? Feeling weak? You know, I find that regardless of how short the moment is, your ability to react hastily exceeds the average human by a mile. You are a quick learner."

Akashi didn't even flinch when he heard faint footsteps. He refused to do so even when he could feel Kuroko's breathing tickling his ears. He lowered his eye lids when the angel behind him spoke.

"Losing control can make you feel really good. It felt good before, didn't it?"

In return, the boy's face turned into a nasty scowl. He brushed the angel off and walked forwards into his personal room. With the intent of shutting the door and being left in peace, he stared at Kuroko over his shoulder.

"I'm not going to grace that with an answer."

He was seriously ticked off, Kuroko could tell. And when Akashi was ticked off, usually no one would have the guts to even look at him in the eye. Even with that logical reasoning imprinted in his head, the angel did not know why he stopped Akashi from slamming the door.

He entered the cosy room and silently shut the door behind him, facing Akashi and gulping when he witnessed those murderous eyes narrow in displeasure.

"Does losing control bother you?" Kuroko asked softly, because that was the rational assumption, wasn't it? Akashi was probably the most 'in-control' person that had ever existed. Sure it's an exaggeration but Kuroko could only think of that statement to get the point across. "-because I understand, Akashi-kun."

"No." Akashi all but snarled. "You don't."

"I can try to." Kuroko took a step forward, causing Akashi to inwardly hiss like a cat guarding its territory. Though as expected, he didn't budge. "You're an Akashi, fated to manage control over everything and anything just like your Father. You, who have experienced what many people your age should not experience – a human being abused to become perfected, superior. To discover something that you've never truly known...there's a lot to fear."

He took another step, and it dimly surprised the both of them when Akashi slightly shuffled back.

"For now I'm guessing that it's deep-set childhood beliefs and trauma. Your upbringing has it sealed within you that your control is power, and power is the only thing that matters. What's ironic is that it's the most unusual case; since you believe that your level is untouchable, it is untouchable. Given that power is the only thing important, losing power is the one thing you dread.

"Am I right?" Kuroko asked gently.

"Wrong." Danger was flashing over Akashi's eyes. "Just drop it."

"Eh...you don't seem like you're lying."

"Tetsuya, just get out already. I though I've made it quite clear today."

Akashi was already turning to walk to his room window, unravelling the curtain holder in the middle-section.

"...Sorry."

Akashi's head was raised to give a response when—

"But not today, Akashi-kun."

For a reaction, the red headed boy only widened his eyes and let out a short exhalation as he was pushed onto the bed on all fours, Kuroko's front like a cage behind him. Kuroko even had the audacity to lazily rest his chin on Akashi's shoulder as the boy glared into the sheets.

A hand made its way inside the shirt and up Akashi's abdomen, fingers feeling the jumpy, hypersensitive and warm flesh underneath strokes. The boy merely closed his eyes and shuddered.

Kuroko held in a small smile. "It's true then; you weren't lying. It doesn't bother you at all. In fact, I daresay—" Akashi's breathing hitched as those pale fingers traced over a soft nipple. "—that you're enjoying this as much as I am."

"I am not an idiot, Tetsuya." Akashi said between a silent gasped. His fingers sprawled out as leverages in front of his face and onto the bed-sheets. "I don't deny what's supposed to feel good."

"No, you're not an idiot." Kuroko confirmed, slightly amused.

"Stop with the patronizing."

"What is it then?" The angel asked, his single hand tracing circles over the unblemished, pale skin. When he didn't receive an answer, his sly fingers lifted once again to lightly flick a rosy, hardened nub, causing the boy underneath him to arch up into his cage-like embrace."What is it that makes you hold back?"

"Perhaps it is the Akashi line to blame, but I do know that you'll go to the extent of proceeding with caution and perfection even in things like everyday tasks just to secure a successful future and reputation."

"You can't strip off perfection." Akashi replied, slightly amused and breathless.

"No, not in this context." Kuroko said with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "But I can with other things. Anyway, they don't have to do anything with it? You should know that I will not get in the way of that. Whatever Akashi-kun wants to do with me, I will stay forever loyal."

Kuroko leaned down and pressed a soft kiss in between his clothed shoulder blades. "Is it because I'm not human?"

"Now you're just being stupid."

"Then,"

Akashi's face was forced to the right and he moaned softly as a soft pair of lips planted over his own. Once again, he was feeling the first stage of giving surrender. He ignored the tiny voice resounding in his head mumbling something about being so submissive.

He shivered as he sensed, and then felt successful, nimble fingers work on the knot of his school tie, the tips occasionally brushing his pale neck.

"Akashi-kun."

"..."

"This tie." A hand was loosely gripped around said material, giving it a slight tug. "Represents ambition." Akashi felt the tie coming undone under Kuroko's hands and he bit his inner cheeks as it dropped onto the bed before him.

Akashi arched his back and grabbed limply onto Kuroko's wrists as hands were placed on his hips. The somewhat sweaty palms slid their way to cup him through his trousers, retreating once again as if they were teasing. He perked his head up to stare questionably at the boy behind him when he heard the sound of his zipper.

"Your pants, humanity." Kuroko mumbles out before sliding the hem of his pants halfway through those creamy thighs. He patted Akashi on the hip and the boy understood his command; pushing the pants off completely and discarding them on the bed.

"Tetsuya."

"Reputation." Kuroko declared as he pushed Akashi's briefs down and untangled it from tempting slim, but toned legs. He gently pulled Akashi's hands away from his wrists and they hesitantly returned to lying flat in front of the red haired boy.

Embarrassed to an extent, Akashi turned his head away and pressed his face against the bed-sheet to cover a faint blush when warm palms started to knead and squeeze his pale globes. He closed his eyes and shivered as he felt eyes raking over his vulnerable backside when his cheeks were spread apart, revealing a tight, pink bud.

"I can think of one more." The words that came out of Kuroko's mouth next made Akashi finally catch the drift. There was but one more clothing item his body adorned, and that was the button up that covered his torso.

"Tetsuya." This time his tone was completely serious with a tinge of desperation, something that sounded so unfamiliar with that exacting voice. "No more. I said it before and I won't say it again, just drop it." He hissed.

A hand crawled up his chest, and in a new twist of events, Akashi felt his body being helplessly pinned down. His arms made of new use as he tried to twist his body, and his breathing was cut short as the bottom button was undone.

"These limitations...ambition, humanity and reputation – they've been stripped off your body." In quick succession, two more buttons were flicked into disconnection. "What remains?"

"Tetsuya, stop."

"For me, Akashi-kun," Kuroko tsk'ed, unrelenting to the fight Akashi was commencing. His arms and body strained with the struggle of holding the boy underneath him, but he dug his fingernails into the bed sheets and Akashi's clothed arms. "Stay still."

"STOP!" Akashi was starting to get stirred into hysterics, his form blindly swatting back in every direction. He practically felt his heart beat banging on the inside of his chest. It almost hurt when Kuroko gripped either side of his shirt and ripped it open, two or three buttons flying off and landing on the floor. Akashi hitched his elbow right back, plunging it into Kuroko's guts when he felt a hand sliding up his abdomen.

Kuroko coughed quietly, one hand retreating to aid his tender spot but didn't dare stop from touching the boy.

"I don't think you understand." Kuroko pleaded, his hands tracing the quivering stomach. "This is killing me."

"Stop!"

Kuroko wrapped an arm around his waist and pressed a kiss behind his shoulder before he was smoothing his hand slowly upwards.

"I'm so sorry." The angel whispered.

"Please!"

His hand stopped right above the beating heart. Pale fingers underwent a faint tingling sensation as they felt right above the chest, pumped with a pulse. Nothing but the sound of Akashi's drawn out breaths - slowly dying, filled the room. It was probably Kuroko's imagination, however, but it seemed like he could hear the thumps that occurred under his finger tips.

Thump.
Thump.

"...I see." Kuroko commented quietly. "This is what's left?"

Your heart?

In a blur of red, black and blue, Kuroko felt the pain of an almighty punch across his face, stinging the skin in delayed action. His head turned to the side by the power of the impact and his own pale hand slowly came up to the tender spot.

When he tilted his head back forwards, his eyes widened at the sight of such emotion laden in those fiery heterochromatic orbs, almost as if he was penetrating Kuroko's own blue orbs with a physical, strong laser beam. Akashi was paler than usual, and Kuroko suddenly felt guilty. Just what possessed him to do this? His behaviour was usually restricted, refined and polite. But fact turned into fiction, and fiction turned into fantasy with Akashi-kun.

"Akashi-kun, I am so-"

"Go." Akashi replied quietly.

Kuroko's heart sank. "I'll go." He answered but lifted his gaze up. "But...Akashi-kun."

"Go!" He raised his voice, making Kuroko flinch in retrospect. "Leave."

Akashi rotated his sitting position so his naked back was facing Kuroko. His defiant, confident tone had finally caught up to his composure.

"Never come back."

Kuroko swallowed, and nodded. This time, instead of leaving through the door like a normal human, the angel stayed out of his sight by opening the high window, outstretching his wings and disappearing by the time Akashi's caught his last wheezy breath for the night.

The redhead slowly pressed his palms onto his face, shivered when he felt the cool night breeze fluttering in through the window, and falling backwards onto the bed. He didn't take his hands away from his face until sleep nullified his attacking thoughts that rendered him into an internal panic. He fell asleep with midnight air cooling his naked body.

Kuroko broke the promise once that night. He had carefully stepped into the moonlit room, draped the blanket over Akashi, pressed a kiss on his forehead and closed the windows after he left.

The only sounds made were the faint flapping of wings, the cry of crickets, Akashi's soft breathing and Kuroko's final, soft words.


"It's more than that. Akashi-kun, I don't know such things about humans at all. But I just...know that I love you."

Ironically, when Akashi's eyes flicker open, the sun was beaming down on him. Recalling the memories of the night before, he smoothed his hand down his face in a weary manner, before fighting the sleep off by sitting in an upright position. Outside, birds were singing a tune from their own world, attracted by the Sakura trees that were planted in the front yard of his property.

Well.

He hops off the bed, already getting dressed in more appropriate attire than a single button-up shirt. The maids were already fussing about outside, waiting for his awakening.

"You went through with it without my consent." He mumbles bitterly under his breath. "I said stop. You looked straight at my face, and stripped me. You humiliated me. Face your punishment."

He trudged towards his window and spread the curtains over it in a way that elicited a slight screech. As the sunlight was blocked, his room darkened as well as his mood.


A/n: ...coughs. One last chapter and then it's finished, I promise! Reviews are very, very, VERY appreciated. Very. Thanks for your patience! (: Thank you to P. Cytheria, Guest, kuroshiro.19, imotakubro, Guest, jush, Pinkdellic, Kato Chinatsu, EternalFalsity, Lily Fenton Phantom, 46-Neko-Kucing Ganteng, , Empress Arisu and semantics for their amazing words. :')