Akashi wanted to kick himself.

Hard. In his own gut.

He didn't know why he did that. He knew that he was taking it too far, too fast, but it was close to impossible - no, screw that - it was impossible to hold himself back. The need to devour the teal-haired boy and making him say his name and his name only was rising rapidly. He never had anyone reject him before. The fact that Kuroko, the boy whom he believed in the most, was the first one to do so was simply devastating.

Akashi didn't know when it all started; when he started wanting to kiss the pink plush little lips, when the feelings grew and grew and started seeping out of him - at first like a gentle stream, and then like a fierce waterfall. He could feel it, a part of him that made him the absolute emperor - his self control, slowly slipping out of him.

When he was younger, Akashi had observed that adults contained the tendency to teach the youthful, inexperienced children a resistance towards sweets, candies - basically anything pleasant to the palate - or even just a toy. To Akashi Seijuuro, his candy was Kuroko Tetsuya.

And really, the redhead did not like this 'resistance' one bit - not at all.

One day, Akashi lost it, and his self-control completely disappeared.

Flashback

"Do you really don't want me?"

His voice was almost a whisper, but it was audible. One more millimeter and Akashi's warm lips would touch his ear. The redhead's uneven breathing showed how much he anticipated the boy to respond to his unanswered question. Kuroko wished it could be left that way - unanswered.

"Akashi-kun, I-"

Akashi's heart tightened, as the blood in his body started running faster. Impatience and resistance together certainly did not match well, the captain noted.

"I can't hear you, Tetsuya."

Kuroko looked as confuddled as he was - just in a different way. Agitated, Akashi tapped his fingers on his lap as they danced a little, twisting in circles. When the response didn't arrive, the redhead moved upon instinct - not will. His body pushed itself forward, and-

He kissed Kuroko.

The teal-haired boy stared at Akashi in disbelief. His mind was yelling at him - to run, to escape, to evade from his current position. Kuroko pushed Akashi away. His normally composed face was filled with surprise, apprehension, and…

Fear?

His fists were damp with sweat. Akashi closed his eyes, even though he was fully aware that nothing would change even if he opened them - Kuroko would be long gone, and he would be sitting there alone, regretting his acts over and over again. And he was right.

'Oh, Lord. No.'

End Flashback

Panic swept upon Akashi. Not only panic, but frustration, anger, and… and rejection.

He had never liked a boy. Well, to be more specific, he had not liked anyone in his life before. And yet, his first crush just had to be a boy - it just had to be Kuroko Tetsuya.

Holy, his father would be so proud.

To be utterly honest, he was embarrassed at what he did, and his pride was hurt that he had kissed an uncooperative boy, and made him run away. That was child abuse no matter how you looked at it.

Akashi could only hope that the goddess of cliché romances would wish him the best of luck.


Kuroko staggered through the downpour rain that was falling at a steady pace. Warm liquid streaked down his face, blurring his vision. Was that rain…or was it… his tears? The shadow ignored the heavy pounding of rain that was coming down faster, harder on his body, drenching him to the core. Overhead him thunder boomed loudly, followed by streaks of lightning that shot across the stormy sky, illuminating the scene momentarily before all went dark again. His face slightly flushed pink from the fever that he earned from walking in the pouring rain. It wasn't long before his legs gave out, making him collapse onto the ground, his hand going to the cold brick wall for support. His low stamina was definitely not helping. Shivering, Kuroko brought his legs up closer to his chest, curling up in the corner of the abandoned street, staring unblinkingly at the puddles of water on the ground that he was sitting on. Logically, sitting on water wasn't a great idea - but Kuroko decided to ignore that fact for the moment.

Kuroko didn't know how long he was sitting there. His hair was disheveled and ruffled, resembling a bird's nest. The whole truth finally struck him. He kissed me. The shadow cringed every time he recalled those ample lips on his own. His body wanted more of those irresistible...things, but his mind was screaming at how wrong it all was. The voices echoed in his head, friends, one said, more than friends, the other roared.

"Do you really not want me?"

"No."

Don't lie to him.

You can't lie to him.

"No."

Lies.

Before he knew it, his body gave out, and darkness embraced him.


Akashi Seijuro could not focus on his work.

This wasn't like him. The 'old' version of him could get a score close to perfection- no, a perfect score, on every assignment and test without even trying. This 'new' version of him, though, spaced off half of the time, missed a lot of assignments, and, for once, missed a question on the exam.

Now school was over, and he still gave his father's documents the same attention he did to his homework.

So he decided to take a walk just to ponder how things ended up this way. Yes, in the pouring rain. Without an umbrella. His new self didn't seem to know how important this new technology called an 'umbrella' was.

Akashi didn't know where he was going. His legs moved on their own, as if someone was controlling them with a control pad - like he was a mere character in a video game.

If that wasn't an accident-the controller was pretty smart. Somehow, after walking for a while, turning left, right, and every direction possible, he ended up at a cold and uninviting alley between the two old terraced houses.

And in the corner of the alley lay a teal-haired boy, seemingly unconscious.

The familiar name rolled off Akashi's tongue.

"Tetsuya."

A/N:

Uh, sorry for the abrupt chapter, and I'll try to update as often as possible!

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