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Guest: Whoever you are, you are right, it was a threesome. And a complex one at that.
Everyone else: well, aren't you guys shocked by chapter 3. I myself didn't know what went into my mind when I introduced Aomine, Kagami and Kise through an out-of-this-world threesome. But what's done is done.
I'll just give you guys a warning if ever a chapter has lemon. Or not.
Douzo!
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Akashi sat on the wingback velvet chair, fighting the drowsiness he was feeling while he was eyeing the screen of the laptop on his desk. It had only been less than an hour since he got Kuroko's files from Midorima, but he had immediately noticed an anomaly in the information.
All of the files were from seven years ago, Akashi narrowed his eyes in suspicion.
It was not meant to be a suspicious thing, as it was natural for government offices to update files annually. The problem with Kuroko was that all of her files dated back seven years ago; even her birth certificate seemed to have been recent, and there had been no backups of any older files. It was as if Kuroko's past, save the events after seven years ago, was erased.
Funny that the government hadn't noticed this at all, Akashi said to himself. Even an ordinary government employee who would happen to see these files would have noticed something. Nonetheless, it was as if the government had become oblivious of such an absurdity in its own system.
His moment of thinking had been interrupted by the appearance of a tall young man in an impeccable black suit. He stood in a poised manner, almost owning the grace of a woman despite his very masculine build. He was a butler, but there was an air of familiarity about him, which made the gap between his social status and that of Akashi smaller.
"You've called for me, Sei-chan?" he spoke informally as if Akashi was not his master but rather his younger brother.
Akashi simply looked at him, apparently ignoring the improper honorific. "I would like you to pay someone a visit, Reo."
Reo's mirthful dark eyes twinkled. "The Intelligence Agency, am I right?"
Akashi nodded. "I want you to gather information about a girl named Kuroko Tetsuna."
"All right, then." Reo smiled charmingly at his master. "Is there anything else you need, Sei-chan? I can make some coffee to keep you awake."
"Yes, please," Akashi answered in a relieved tone. He watched the manservant leave the room, before perusing the data in his laptop.
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After more than forty-eight hours of sitting in front of his computer to either play games or hack databases, Takao had decided to finally give his precious PC a break. He took a hot shower and changed into a clean pair of sleepwear, in preparation to 'call it a day'.
He was about to crawl into his narrow bed when he heard his cellphone ring.
Not you again, Takao frowned, knowing who the caller was right away. There were very few people who knew his real number, and only one of them would dare call him at midnight.
He quickly unfolded his phone and answered. "What do you want, Shin-chan?"
"Don't call me that," was Midorima's stern reply. Takao smiled; 'Shin-chan' was his nickname for the doctor, and he only uses it whenever he felt like teasing him. And Takao calls Midorima 'Shin-chan' all the time.
"That's what you get for disturbing me at this time of the night, so deal with it, Shin-chan."
"Shut up. It's not like you sleep early." Midorima sounded very irritable, even for himself. "I want to talk about the files – "
"About the girl you're stalking?" Takao slumped on his bed. He gazed at the ceiling of his room, which was crowded with posters of many characters and scenes from anime and videogames.
"I'm not stalking her."
"Really? She's kinda your type, I think."
Midorima took a deep breath as he gathered his remaining patience. It sounded like static through the phone. "Takao, let's just get to the business. About the files…"
"So you've noticed." Takao rolled onto his stomach. He had finally decided to take interest with their discussion. It's not every day that Midorima entertains his opinions, anyway. "Got any theories about it?"
"That's what I wanted to ask you. You said something's amiss, right? You must have an idea what is going on."
"Just because I have hunches doesn't mean that I know exactly what is going on," Takao whined in annoyance. "I'm a computer whiz, not a god." He could not hide the irritation in his voice. Midorima was talking to him in the middle of the night, about some sort of mystery girl. Takao wouldn't have minded the talking in the middle of the night part. It was the mystery girl who truly annoyed him.
"Surely you can figure this out," Midorima said hopefully. "I mean, you're the best at this thing."
Takao could not suppress smiling at the doctor's praise. Despite their many arguments and few similarities, he really liked how Midorima believed in him. He liked how Midorima would rely on him, like he was the answer to every single problem the doctor has. Thanks to Midorima, Takao never got bored with the harsh, dull and downright depressing reality called human life.
"Okay. Let's meet up this weekend," Midorima said. "I hope you can give me some information by then."
And the sort-of dates are quite the bonus for Takao.
"I'll see what I can do." Takao was already grinning from ear to ear in giddy excitement.
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Kuroko was puzzled at herself that morning. The first thing she did once she woke up was to wash her face and comb her long, sky blue hair. And she could not stop staring at the door of her hospital room every 2 minutes.
She had been wishing to see him again.
Kuroko shook her head, and tried to keep herself from hoping that Akashi Seijuuro would come. She was drawn into him so badly, although she had no idea why. If anything, Kuroko thought she was supposed to be afraid of the red-haired boy. He was a stranger, indeed, but for some reason Kuroko believes that it won't be long until she finds out more about him. Like a diary without a lock, she knew she could read him someday – although she had no idea how.
She immediately sat up from her bed upon hearing the door slid open. Kuroko had a bright smile on her face, her heart fluttering with anticipation.
"Kuroko-chan." A young man wearing a black school uniform entered. An ordinary looking boy, with mousy brown hair and eyes of the very same color.
"Furihata-kun." Kuroko tried very hard to keep her smile from fading. Furihata was her classmate and one of her few close friends. She didn't want to hurt his feelings.
"I guess I'm not the person you're planning to welcome today," Furihata said with a smile.
Kuroko shook her head. "No, it's just that…I'm expecting a visitor."
"Really? Who?" Furihata was carrying a bouquet of red chrysanthemums, and he went over to the vase on the bedside table to put them in.
"A…friend." Kuroko could not hide the color rising on her cheeks as she thought of Akashi coming over. Furihata arched his eyebrows at her in curiosity.
"Who is this 'friend'?" Furihata inquired. "Do I know him?"
"How can you tell it's a guy?" Kuroko tilted her head to one side, puzzled.
"Your face told me so. Unless you're into girls, of course…" Furihata laughed. He sat on a chair beside her, grinning when he saw the embarrassment in Kuroko's face.
"I'm not into girls," she said with a pout.
Furihata could not suppress a chuckle. "If you say so," He spoke sarcastically.
"How's school, by the way?"
"The same." Furihata shrugged. "Homeworks and club activities and so on. Nothing special, really."
"Is that so?" Kuroko sighed wearily.
Furihata did not know what to say next, thus he remained silent for a long time. He felt bad for Kuroko, because after the incident, after the entire trauma she must have experienced, he could not do anything to lift her spirits up.
"When will you come back?" he asked.
"Huh?" Kuroko tilted her head to one side.
"We miss you, you know," Furihata said. He then murmured, "I miss you."
"What did you just say – " Kuroko was about to ask, when the door of her room suddenly opened.
She naturally glanced at the doorway, and her heart skipped a beat at the sight of Akashi Seijuuro, looking impeccably dressed in a crisp white shirt and tailored pants, and was carrying a basket of goods.
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Aomine was not the kind of guy who was clothes-conscious, but that have changed when he had met Kise. The girl fussed a lot about his attire, just as she fussed about everything else, and he could not do anything but to give in and make some drastic changes in his wardrobe.
There is an advantage to this, nonetheless. Somehow changing into a perfect black suit can make him a thousand times more intimidating to men and a million times more appealing to women. Sometimes Kise, out of extreme desire, could not help but try to rip the suit off him. After all, in her eyes he looked the most handsome when he wears nothing but his own skin.
That evening, Aomine had decided to look more casual for the party. He put on a leather jacket over a black shirt and tailored jeans. He knew Kise would be infuriated, but Aomine knew it's better to dress more efficiently when things are about to get messy.
"Are you done?" Aomine stepped into the walk-in closet which he shared with his girlfriend. Kise had just finished taking a shower, and was still picking something to wear. She stared thoughtfully at the multitude of expensive dresses hanging in front of her, and she was wearing nothing but a white towel around her hot-as-hell body.
"Should I wear gold, or white?" she asked Aomine, who silently walked over behind her.
"Does it really matter?" Aomine spoke huskily. He wrapped an arm around her waist and began to pepper the back of her neck with gentle kisses. "You know I prefer nude. And I'm not talking about color, Kise."
Kise chuckled softly as she turned around and gently pushed her lover away. "That's enough, Aominecchi. I need to get dressed…"
Aomine relented, and pulled away from her. "Wear black, it's much convenient." His midnight blue eyes had a glint of darkness in them. "Your dress might get stained with a lot of blood."
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Well, Akashi thought when he saw Furihata. What a surprise…
Akashi had decided to visit Kuroko in the hospital not only as a means of finding out what had happened seven years ago, but also to keep his promise to her. The red-haired psychic even had Reo buy a basket of goods: flowers and fruits and a get well soon card, to give to the lovely girl.
Problem was he thought he would be alone with Kuroko that day.
Yet, here he was, together with an awkward-looking young man whose name was Furihata Kouki.
On the bright side, Akashi said to himself, if this boy knows Tetsuna, then I might get some information from him, granted that he isn't a psychic like I am. He smiled at Kuroko as he walked over to the bedside table to place the basket of goods for her.
Like she and I are.
"Forgive me for coming here without notice," Akashi told Kuroko. "Am I interrupting the two of you?"
"N-no!" the guy named Furihata answered. "Actually, Kuroko-chan here is expecting you to visit her."
"Really?" Akashi glanced at Kuroko, whose cheeks turned bright pink. "Are you expecting me today, Tetsuna?"
"Well…" Kuroko was looking at everywhere but Akashi's eyes. "You did say you will come and visit…"
I don't know why, but I really want to see you, was what her mind was saying.
"Right," Akashi chuckled softly. "I do remember saying that."
"Um," Furihata broke in. "I'm not prying or anything, but may I know how you guys met?"
Akashi looked over his shoulders at the other boy, before taking a piece of apple from the basket. "We've only known each other for a few days, unfortunately, in this dull-looking hospital," he said. "If anything, it is I who should ask that question. I would like to know how the two of you met." He found a peeler in the basket and used it on the apple. "You're hungry now, aren't you, Tetsuna?"
"Yes," Kuroko answered with a mild surprise in her voice. "How did you find out?"
Tetsuna? Kouki thought. How come he speaks as if he's known her for so long?
Jealous, are you? Akashi could not suppress his lips curving into a smug smile. He lowered his head while he was peeling the fruit in order to hide his face from his two companions. It was childish, and yet Akashi could not stop acting so at that moment.
"Furihata-kun and I have known each other for a long time," Kuroko said. "We've known each other since grade school."
Akashi, done with peeling the apple and slicing it into four, placed the fruit on a small plate and gave it to Kuroko. "Tell me about it."
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The party was to be held in a grand palace said to be once a home of a Romanov heir, and it was a few miles away from the mansion that was Aomine's lair. He and Kise had decided to take the road, riding a Maserati cambrio.
"I told you to wear black, didn't I?" Aomine said in exasperation. Kise had decided to put on a white Chanel party dress, matched with a pair of Dior high heels and diamond necklace.
"I'm thinking of dying this dress red," Kise answered, tapping her fingers against the wheel in time with the music playing in the car.
Aomine grunted. "And I remember very well how rare that dress is. You had to drag me all the way to Paris just to bid for one at a charity auction. Are you sure you want to ruin that?"
Kise spared him a brief glance and smiled sweetly. "You can always get me another one."
"Tch. You're one high maintenance girlfriend."
"Because you always give me what I want? Not to mention you're letting me drive your car, something most boys will never do. Which makes you the ideal guy for every high maintenance girl out there."
"So you're telling me I'm spoiling you?" Aomine chuckled.
"Oh, you do spoil me." There was a seductive edge in Kise's voice. "A lot." She stepped on the accelerator, not giving a damn at the speed limit.
Aomine smirked at her in response. "It's because you're so worth it," he said.
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Akashi lounged in a small couch by the window of Kuroko's hospital room. He had been listening to Kuroko discussing about how she and Furihata had met. It was an achievement, to be honest; Kuroko was not the type of girl who talks so animatedly, but the red-haired psychic managed to make her do so.
Akashi knew that Kuroko was not a talkative person, because Furihata's mind had told him so.
Akashi had been multi-tasking once again, having a conversation with Kuroko and reading Furihata's mind at the same time. Unlocking the boy's mind was as easy as breathing. There was not any shield to keep his thoughts secluded, partly because he was naturally an honest person. Childhood memories, most embarrassing moments, the saddest and the happiest parts of his life – Akashi saw them all, like a fast forwarded movie recording. The redhead read his thoughts as quickly as skimming through the pages of a book.
He only took in those memories Furihata had with Kuroko, from the moment they have met until their most recent second they were together.
When have you met? Akashi could see a classroom, the teacher introducing a younger Kuroko in front of the class, Kuroko sitting at a desk in front of Furihata's. Akashi could even feel how fast Furihata's heart raced when he first saw the bluenette. Apparently the boy was feeling what Akashi could only assume as infatuation towards Kuroko right from the start. How Furihata managed to keep himself as "Kuroko Tetsuna's friend" until now and nothing more, Akashi had no idea, nor was he interested in finding out.
The year 2007…exactly seven years ago.
Akashi frowned. It's useless.
"Are you all right, Akashi-san?" Kuroko asked, pulling Akashi out of his daze.
"Yes," Akashi replied. "Is that what you really want to call me? Aren't you a tad too formal?"
"But I don't want to sound too familiar with you…" Kuroko said hesitantly.
"I don't mind being called something less formal, like Akashi-kun." Akashi smiled at her kindly. "That's what you call Furihata here, right?"
Kuroko nodded. "If that's what you want…"
Furihata, feeling out of place at that moment, looked flustered as to what to do in the room together with the redhead and the bluenette. "Um…maybe I should leave now…"
"But you've only been here for a few minutes," Kuroko told him. She sounded disappointed.
"Do you happen to have an appointment somewhere else? If so then we shouldn't be disturbing you." Akashi, on the other hand, obviously wanted him gone.
Not that I stand a chance against him, anyway, Furihata thought sadly. "Yeah, I gotta go to my part-time job, you see…"
"Oh." Kuroko said. "Goodbye, then."
Furihata smiled at her in return. "I'll visit you again, Kuroko-chan," he said before leaving.
Akashi watched the other boy exit the room, thought fully. He found out that Furihata plans on visiting Kuroko tomorrow.
Maybe I should cancel some appointments that day? He wondered.
"Do you have something to do today, Akashi-kun?" Kuroko asked.
"Me? None," Akashi answered with a sweet smile. "I'm all yours today."
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Haha, yeah. Akashi's kinda competitive.
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