Pairing: Aka/Kuro
Genre: You decide. General, maybe?
A/N: Kuroko really wants to play, he's fine now (or so he thought), but a concerned and careful Akashi won't let him out yet. And he obeys, just like how he always do. Warning of incosistent tenses, fail grammar and vocab misfires. English isn't my mother language, sorry .
Disclaimer: Kuroko no Basuke (c) Fujimaki Tadatoshi, I don't own any of the characters yo.
Chapter 3: Obedience
Only those who serve me are allowed to see me in the eye, and everyone else should know their place. It's a policy I made on my own. Eyes are the window to one's soul. A place where two side of one's self gather, good and evil alike. In the eyes of those who are worth of my permission, I saw nothing but obedience and trust.
Yet, every gem has their own distinct beauty.
I acknowledge the obedience of every single one of my servants, even when the form and the color are different from one and another. It's like a handicraft, different on every other individual's hands. Yet, when it's colorless and shapeless, it's hard to recognize the value it might keep. It's what obedience is. Yours are just like the latter.
"Are your feet fine now?" I glanced from the corner of my eyes, that pair of small thing you call feet. If i am to say that they look so timid and frail as thin glass, as if it will broke just with the slightest touch, it may be not that much of an exaggeration. I can feel it when I touch them, tender and slightly awkward muscles underneath a soft skin, pale nearly as marbles.
"Yes, it's all thanks to Akashi-kun." The way those words slid from your mouth was smooth like it always do, flat and nearly emotionless. You don't decorate your words. Once every blue moon when you spoke, you spill only straightforward phrases. Your eyes as blank as your words do. If eyes are a window to one's soul, yours are just too blank, too lonely.
"Good. Just in case, today you're still watching, but do some light exercise."
It didn't take long for you to say yes. It never did. And you hold to your words. You stay there, still and calm within my range of view. You didn't move, despite that I can tell that by every twitch in the muscles of your legs, and the way you shrug your shoulders every now and then, that you actually want to go out and play. I know. But you stay.
Your obedience might be colored with valor and spirit, or ambitions, or just anything. Yours wasn't anything like Shintarou's, or Daiki's, or the rest of us might be. It's just plain, colorless, and shapeless. It's just how you are. Therefore, your obedience lies right there, right behind every single 'yes' that you say. And it made me ponder in a whim, whether or not I could turn it to a shape.
Then, I don't see a single reason why not.
(tbc..I don't really get what i'm writing in this chapter but yeah I hope you get it DX. After a series of thorough thinking I do think that this is where Akashi starts to ponder [just ponder, lol!] whether he can spark 'something' in Kuroko since he's always so stoic and all. But he's just pondering. Because, heck, I am suck at fast pace and always being as slow as snail, it's nowhere yet to a 'crush', but in Kuroko's part it might be faster than Akashi's [or not?].)