a/n= I can't believe people are liking this...Gracious! For your information, I don't really watch the drama fully because I only watch some episodes while surfing through my channel, so I'm going to make it a little bit different...
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3 Months ago:
Kuroko strolled into the clinic with a new satchel in hand.
The latter belonged to his father, who had given him as a graduation present. Despite the simple gift, the teal haired male felt grateful, for he wouldn't afford to buy a satchel of his own.
After all, doctors needed to bring satchels with them, right?
Kuroko felt anxious. Even though Tokyo Psychology Hospital immediately hired him when they saw his PA, the high expectation terrorized him, and Kuroko didn't want to disappoint the director who had hired him without hesitation.
His stomach fell when a tousled, dark-haired man beamed at him. There was an air of superiority around him. He was the director of the hospital, no doubt.
He swiftly approached Kuroko as his white coat moved to and fro by his rapid stride.
"Good afternoon, Kuroko Tetsuya-san," his voice was as smooth as silk. "Welcome to Tokyo Psychology Clinic. It is our pleasure to have you work with us."
Kuroko stammered nervously. "Um…it is a pleasure to meet you, sir…"
The director blinked and said quickly. "Ah my apologies, my name is Kyoya Orihara. I am the director of this hospital. I think you know who I am because I personally hired you, is that right?"
Kuroko felt chills traveling up and down his spine. He couldn't seem to escape the director's calculating and cunning gaze. "Y-Yes you did, sir!"
The director chuckled a bit and took Kuroko by the palm. "Come on Tetsuya, I will show you your room."
Kuroko stared at the director's hands before he smiled. "I appreciate your help, sir."
As Kuroko tailed behind the Mr. Kyoya, they passed through the riotous waiting room. Kuroko could see screaming teenagers banging their head against the wall, wild goose chase between patients and their therapist, and thrashing and screaming young adults. On the other side, the older patients leaned against the wall with somber expressions.
People gave into darkness so easily. Kuroko thought sadly. If only people were born with optimistic thoughts, the world would be a better place. But according to religion studies, sin triggered the negative emotional energy inside people—pessimistic thoughts was one of them.
Suddenly, the mention of his name brought him into reality.
"Is that Kurokocchi?"
"Shut up Kise! You know he…"
"But Midorimacchi, that's really him, isn't it?"
"Maybe, I'm not so sure."
"What is he doing here?"
Despite the room's turbulent noise, Kyoya seemed to pick up the specialists' bantering and approached them with a scowl.
"Are you guys supposed to work?" he chastised calmly despite the unpleasant look on his face. "You have many patients waiting in need and you are standing around like a bunch of gossiping mothers."
The blonde one didn't show any sign of guilt as he pointed profoundly at Kuroko. "Sir, it's because of him…"
"Don't listen to him, director," the green-haired male interrupted him. "Kise is delusional."
The director quirked his brow and said wryly. "Do you need any specialist to fix your head, Ryota?"
Kise's lips opened to say something, but then he closed it shut and remained sour.
Finally, Kuroko spoke. "Umm, have we meet somewhere before?"
Present time:
Kuroko yawned as he made his way into the clinic. Last night, he spent a fair amount of time researching for DID and fell asleep on his desk. By the time he woke up, his drool smeared across his research papers. Kuroko couldn't think his morning could get any worse.
He unlocked the door, shoved into his room and put on his white lab coat.
Often times, Kuroko found himself smiling by the sight of his coat. It reminded him that he was a full-fledged psychologist. A feeling of accomplishment. But this morning, Kuroko couldn't find the reason to smile at his own achievement.
After organizing his files and necessities, Kuroko sunk into his chair and thrummed his finger against the glass table, waiting for his patient. Akashi said he wanted to meet at nine, so Kuroko specifically came ten minutes early.
When the clock hand struck to ten, somebody knocked the door.
Kuroko cleared his throat before he said. "Come in."
Dammit, Kuroko felt he was a newbie all over again.
As the door opened, a short, red-haired young man slipped into the room. His scarlet irises crinkled with mischief.
Kuroko's mouth flew opened for a second, trying to find the right words to describe the man before him. 'Charming' seemed to be an understatement.
Kuroko tried to keep his face from heating and greeted Akashi neutrally. "Good morning, Akashi-san. It is a pleasure to meet you."
Akashi blinked, once, then twice. The man seemed to be in his thoughts before Kuroko snapped him out of his reverie. "Ah, forgive me Kuroko Tetsuya-sensei. It's nice to meet you. I was just trying to adjust myself if that's the right word."
Kuroko felt blood traveled to his face. He never met someone so charming and suave before. For mysterious reasons, he felt attracted to this man. Quickly, Kuroko shrugged the thought away before he succumbed into his psychologist mode.
"Based on the letter you had written, you mentioned that you have a syndrome called Dissociative Identity Disorder, am I correct?"
Akashi shifted on his seat while rubbing his chin. After a few moments of apprehensive silence, Akashi smiled sheepishly at the deadpanned therapist. "Excuse me Tetsuya-sensei, can I see the letter that I have written?"
Kuroko's eyes flicked back and forth from the envelope in his pocket to Akashi's sheepish smile. He resurfaced the wrinkling envelope before handing it to Akashi.
Pulling the letter out, Akashi read it in silence.
As the seconds ticked by, Akashi's brows furrowed deeper and anxiety was evident on his face. Finally, the red-haired male exhaled a defeated sigh and returned the letter.
"I'm sorry Tetsuya-sensei, I don't remember writing this letter."
Kuroko arched his brows quizzically and inquired. "Do you happen to recognize this handwriting?"
"Yes, that is my handwriting."
"Then I assumed you must be the one who write this letter," Kuroko said, puzzled.
Akashi seemed calm despite the peculiar turn of events. Leaning his chin against his hand, Akashi flashed him a suave, alluring smile. "Truth to be told, I believe I did write this letter."
"So, you're the one who write this letter, is that true?" Kuroko asked, slowly losing his patience.
"Not particularly true, but I did write it."
"Sir, we have no time to messing around. Please tell me the truth!" Kuroko found his voice rising.
"I am telling the truth, Tetsuya." Akashi winked innocently, and Kuroko swore his heart skipped a beat. The way he called his name sent a chill of pleasure up and down his spine. This man messing with him.
But then, Kuroko questioned himself. Was Akashi telling him the truth? Despite the crook smile on his lips, Kuroko didn't trace any sign of humor.
Suddenly, realization flooded his senses.
Memory impairment was one of the symptoms in DID.
Then it could only lead into one thing—there were two Akashis, and the one who wrote this letter must be the other Akashi, which the current Akashi had referred to earlier.
So it was only natural the current Akashi didn't remember what the other Akashi did—it was part of DID's nature.
Kuroko kneaded his temples in frustration. The whole thing drained his mental energy greatly, and to his chagrin, he heard his stomach growling. Great.
"You seems to be tired, sensei." Akashi pointed out, snapping Kuroko from his thoughts.
Kuroko blinked and apologized immediately. "I'm very sorry Akashi-san. Honestly, I never deal with this kind of patient before, that's why I'm feeling…a little bit overwhelmed."
Akashi nodded thoughtfully and said. "I see…I'm glad that you're honest."
"Excuse me?" Kuroko asked, taken aback by Akashi's statement.
Akashi's lips curled into a smile as he spoke. "My condition is fatal, that's why I visited many psychologists in the past. Honestly, all of them disappointed me. If they couldn't help me, they should admit it in the first place."
"Therapists do that for financial reasons, sir," Kuroko said in a matter-of-fact tone.
Akashi's brows arched, amused by the Kuroko's statement against his own faction.
Suddenly, Akashi leaned closer towards the shorter male and locked their gaze together. Kuroko froze, his blue eyes lost in Akashi's red ones. The blush on his face grew redder.
"You're an interesting one," Akashi whispered, cupping Kuroko's chin. "You're so pure and honest with your words."
Akashi's long, skinny fingers traced over Kuroko's porcelain skin. Kuroko stifled a gasp, screaming inwardly. The shorter male feel the need to push Akashi away, but his body betrayed him by sparking from Akashi's touch. His fingers were tender and soft, and Kuroko wondered how would it feel if those delicate fingers trailed all over his lips, his torso, his legs, his hips, his…
Kuroko cursed outwardly. Oh my god this was embarrassing!
Akashi's brows twitched, obviously offended by Kuroko's sudden outburst. "You should not let a frivolous word to escape from your tongue, sensei."
Kuroko clasped his hands over his lips and stammered. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to do that…"
"It's all right, sensei." Akashi hauled to his feet. "We can speak tomorrow if you allow me to. I think you need some time to handle your sexual frustration."
"I-I wasn't frustrated at all!" Kuroko denied.
"Liar, your beautiful eyes speak it all." Akashi made his way towards the door and bowed politely. "I will see you tomorrow, sensei."
With that, Akashi walked out of the room and closed the door shut behind him.
Akashi left.
After a few minutes of lingering silence, Kuroko slammed his head against his table. Raking his hair in exasperation, Kuroko grumbled something incoherent.
"It's all your fault, Kise-kun." He spat to nobody in particular.
The rest of his day resumed normally to Kuroko's relief. He dealt with some patients that could be solved in a matter of minutes. He also assisted Midorima to help one of his patients that have Alzheimer. For the moment, Kuroko felt grateful towards his DID circumstance. Patients with Alzheimer were technically incurable, but that doesn't mean DID was much different.
When night came, Kuroko knew he was done for the day.
After shutting the lights and locking the doors, Kuroko weaved his way out of his hospital. He could feel burning stares from Kise and Midorima, but Kuroko wasn't in the mood to talk about his DID case.
After all, they brought him into this, and Kuroko had accepted their one-way ticket to hell. For the first time, Kuroko hated being sympathetic.
Kuroko almost made his way to the basement to fetch his car until he realized he walked to the hospital today by foot. Just when he needed the goddamn vehicle, it wasn't there to fulfill his service. Today must be a very bad day for Aquarius.
With complaining muscles, Kuroko left the hospital building and started crossing the road.
For some reason, Kuroko found the street unusually empty. Usually, Tokyo would be overpopulated with teenagers and adults, but tonight, the teal haired male could only see a couple of high-school students and a few tired adults walking home from work.
"Nice hips you got there, boy."
Kuroko froze. Alarmed, he turned around and found a group of big, burly men with hairy chest, surrounding him.
Kuroko tightened his grip on his satchel. "What do you want?"
One of the men jeered at him. "Are you a doctor? You look so tiny for being one."
The other men laughed at their friend's joke. Kuroko swallowed, his lips twitching. "Please leave me alone. If you want money, I can give it to you."
The men seemed surprised by this. They exchanged peculiar looks before their faces broke into a sneer. "It will be not fun then, little doctor. At least let us check up on you."
Kuroko realized the situation and quickly turned against these men. "Please leave me be."
Before Kuroko could run, huge arms grabbed his waist and shoved him to the nearby, dark alley before pinning him against the wall. Kuroko screamed and fought back, but the men were too strong as steel arms gripped his thighs, preventing him to move a muscle.
"P-Please!" Kuroko whimpered.
The men ignored him as they undo the buttons of his shirt and exposed his pale torso. The men murmured perverted comments on his bare chest as they unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down.
"No! Stop this at once!"
Kuroko broke into frantic sobs. He felt weak, pathetic even. Today was really the worst day ever. He still needed to meet Akashi tomorrow, and Kuroko didn't want to lose his job over this lunatic incident.
Please...just anyone...please help me.
Before the men could grab his boxers, a pair of red scissors flew passed them and cracked against the wall. The men paused. They traded horrified glances and slowly turned behind, only to found a silhouette of a man with a pair of heterochromatic eyes glaring at them.
"Don't touch Tetsuya." He growled.
It all happened in a flash as a scissor blade slipped out of nowhere and cut one of the men's skin. Blood spilled to the ground.
The skinniest man howled in pain and collapsed to the ground. The other men came to his defense and ambushed this shadowed man. Despite being outnumbered, the shadowed man fearlessly lunged towards the crowd and sliced their skin effortlessly. With that, the men dispersed and escaped from the alley with new injuries.
Kuroko froze in horror. His body trembled wildly before he saw the figure coming from the shadows.
Akashi.
"Akashi-san!" Kuroko's eyes brightened. "I'm very glad it was you! You have saved my life from these thugs…"
Suddenly, Akashi moved in a swift motion and squeezed Kuroko's neck, smothering him.
"What are you doing out here, idiot?" Akashi's eyes flew wide with rage. "Don't let those disgusting peasants get you again!"
Kuroko squinted as he struggled for air. Somehow, Kuroko believed this man wasn't the Akashi he knew.
Then Kuroko noticed—his left iris blazed in yellow color.
"Akashi-kun, why is your eye—"
"Akashi-kun?" Akashi's lips twisted into a devilish smirk. "Call me Sei."
Kuroko jolted and yelped. "S-S-Sei? But it is your real name. In our positions, I can't address you like that…"
"Call me Seijuuro, got that?" Seijuuro pulled his face closer, licking his lips. "Call me Sei, Tetsuya."
Kuroko choked from the strong grip on his neck. After stifling for his breath, Kuroko finally spitted it out. "S-S-Sei."
"Good," Seijuuro said and locked their lips.
Seijuuro kissed him hungrily as he grabbed Kuroko's hips for a better angle. Despite the questions rising in his mind, Kuroko surrendered into the kiss and wrapped his arms around Seijuuro's head.
Finally, Seijuuro pulled away from him and smirked. "You're mine Tetsuya. From now on, I will protect you so you will never escape from me again. Nobody can take you away from me, including him."
"Him? Who?" Kuroko yelped, his face flushed red from the kiss.
Seijuuro chuckled grimly and sneered at the shorter male. "Him? It's Akashi of course!"
a/n= I have a reason to use 'Akashi' and 'Seijuuro' separately, and it will be clear why I use them separately as the plot goes on.
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