I do not own Kuroko no Basket nor Hana Yori Dango. I'll be very honest, this is my first time attempting an AkaKuro scene so please be kind to judge, and there are a lot of AkaKuro readers out here apparently... So enjoy.

She stared stunned at the hand out before her.

Akashi smiled as he casually slipped his hands into hers, pulling her along with him to the middle of the dance floor. He walked carefully, making sure not to drag her feet along before he stood comfortably in front of her. "I presume you know how to dance," said Akashi as he placed one hand on her waist firmly holding her in place.

"I'm afraid I don't." Tetsumi bluntly responded as the red head chuckled, placing one of her hands on his shoulder before taking her other hand into his. "I don't like to dance, Akashi-san." said the teal haired girl.

"Just one dance, Tetsumi," replied Akashi, leaning into to her ear before whispering lowly, "many girls would kill to dance with me." He told her, making her shudder. "I don't just dance with anybody, Tetsumi, this privilege only happens to be for you."

Tetsumi felt her heart race increase from the closeness between them. Here she stood before the tyrant that began all this, and yet he acted as if he never did such actions to her. She didn't understand it. Why was her heart racing so much for a person she was meant to hate? She felt her eyes widen as something soft, warm pressed onto her forehead, she blinked stunned as Akashi pulled away from her.

He kissed her.

Akashi smiled devishly, "You shouldn't space out like that, it leaves you rather vulnerable to people who would love to harm you." He told her, brushing a hand lightly against her cheek, gently stroking it with his thumb sending a shiver down her spine.

She pushed his hand away, her lips titling down as she stared at him. "The only person I see taking advantage of me would be you, Akashi-san." said Tetsumi, her eyes burning into him as she found her voice again.

Akashi frowned, his hand grabbing her wrist tightly, she winced at the tight grip as he pulled her closer to him. "Then I suppose you would rather if Daiki kissed you then?" Her eyes widened, her throat felt dry as Akashi's eyes narrowed. "Don't think I don't see the way you've been looking at him all night, that blush on your cheeks. You may be able to fool Ryota and everyone else, but not me." He told her firmly, a venom in his voice. "Never classify me with people like them." He released her from his grip before sighing. "I'm afraid I've lost interest in dancing now, would you care for a drink?" asked Akashi, a smile on his lips as if their previous conversation hadn't happened at all.

"No," Akashi's smile didn't flatter, but she could see that she was really testing his patience dearly. "I'm quite full." She added, her eyes never leaving his.

His hands slipped into hers as he pulled her closer to him, "I guess we'll just continue dancing." He guided her, with each step he took, her body followed. Her gaze never wavering from his. Akashi chuckled to himself, 'Such a troublesome girl, but the more difficult the target, the more satisfying the prize would be.' He reminded himself as they danced.

Tetsumi kept silent, she didn't like the closeness between them. It unnerved her, yet she couldn't push him away. He kept a firm grip on her hand and waist, keeping her his prisoner. She was trapped. Her eyes travelled around her, everyone seemed to be watching them, many sending hateful gazes at her. They were fools, completely misunderstanding the situation.

"Don't bother," she heard Akashi whisper lightly beside her ear. "I'm absolute, Tetsumi. You don't have a chance of escaping me tonight."

'Ogiwara-kun, Sakurai-kun, Kagami-san... Where are you guys?' Tetsumi wondered.

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Midorima watched Akashi and his mysterious Cinderella dance. The girl was beautiful, he would admit that, but there was something about her that made him feel uncomfortable. Maybe it was the way her eyes just seemed to stare through him. He had seen her in the library, often sitting by the desk. He had often borrowed books there, and never once had she looked up at him. Maybe she had but he had refused to look her in the eye.

That haunting gaze, he shuddered slightly.

"Aka-chin's dance partner looks very delicious, like a big marshmallow I can dip in chocolate." Murasakibara commented from behind the green haired teen.

Midorima pushed his glasses up, "I wouldn't say that in front of him," he warned the taller teen. "Akashi wouldn't take very kindly to people who touch his things." His eyes followed fiery red and teal blue as the duo clashed across the dance floor. 'Even if Akashi won't admit that she's not even his.' He pushed his glasses up his nose again. 'But it doesn't mean I care or anything.' He told himself.

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Kagami stared at the box blankly, flashlight dangling in and out of his mouth. "Oi, Ogiwara," said the red head, ushering for his friend to come over. They were in the main security room of the Akashi Manor, surprisingly enough, there had been no security. "Which one do you think controls the lights?" He asked.

Ogiwara didn't respond, his eyes were focused on the cameras before him. His fist were clenching as he watched Akashi and Tetsumi dance, it sent a uncurling feeling into his stomach. He didn't like it. He didn't like the way Akashi seemed to hold her, keeping her like a porcelain doll in his possession. "Sakurai-kun, where are you?" asked Ogiwara into his hand phone, his tone calm despite his worried emotions.

"I-I'm so sorry, I had run into some people, but don't worry I'm here now." Came a shaky reply from the other.

"Ogiwara, which one do I pu-"

"Cut them all." He told Kagami.

Kagami stared at all the wires, with a single pull, he pulled all the wires from their sockets.

"Now get her out of there," said Ogiwara as he watched the main security cameras. The power box they and pulled was mainly focused solely for the ballrooother the parts of the manor remained unaffected. Ogiwara figured that people like the Akashi's would have a secret electrical power source for their security cameras in case of emergencies, guess he was right.

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Tetsumi's eyes widened as the lights in the room suddenly went out, collective gasps filled the room. She felt Akashi's grip on her tighten. She was about to speak, but a sudden force had her tumbling forward and onto the ground. At that moment, the lights seemed to relit. She felt something soft against her lips as she stared wide eyed into red and gold ones.

Unbelievable, she was kissing Akashi, on the lip.

She heard a loud squeak from behind her as she attempted to pull herself away but a pair of strong arms kept her in place, she could feel him smirking beneath her.

The lights went off again.

She felt a sudden force pull her as her feet dragged against the ground. Tetsumi began to stumble before she heard the sound of doors being thrown open.

She sat down on grass and noted that she was in the garden now. Her chest heaved up and down, catching her breath as she turned to look at her savior. "Kise-San?"

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"What do you mean you lost her?" Ogiwara asked, his eyes searching through the cameras as he couldn't spot his childhood friend anywhere in the ballroom.

"I'm sorry, she just disappeared. I tried to grab her away, but somebody beat me to it. I'm so sorry, Ogiwara-San." Replied Sakurai frantically from the other line. "I'll keep looking for Kuroko-chan."

"Alright." He hung up, sighing as he glanced back to see Kagami matching the wires to their proper place again. "Maybe we shouldn't have just ripped it out..."

A twitch formed on his friend's head, "Oh you don't say!" He exclaimed, sweating bullets as he attempted to fix the power box. "And this time it wasn't me." Muttered Kagami lowly.

Ogiwara's phone began to vibrate as he glanced at the unknown number before picking it up, "Hello?"

"Ogiwara-kun," his eyes widened as he smiled.

"Tet-chan, where are you?" He asked her worriedly.

"I'm fine, Ogiwara-kun. Don't worry, I'm back at your family house already." The orange haired teen breathed a sigh of relief. "Just come back soon, okay?"

Ogiwara smiled as he placed an arm on his forehead, "Yeah, we'll be home soon, Tet-chan. I'm just glad that you're safe." He replied, before frowning. "Just make sure you wash your mouth with the mouth wash in the bathroom," said the orange haired teen as he recalled her accidental kiss. "Please." He added, a hint of urgency in his tone.

"..." The phone hung up.

He glanced at the number before pocketing his hand phone. "Please use mouth wash?" asked Kagami, a smirk on his lips. "Are you that horrified about the kiss?"

"How you feel if you kissed Aomine?" Retorted Ogiwara, silencing the red head.

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Tetsumi handed the phone back to Kise as they continued to walk towards the Ogiwara summer house. "Thank you, Kise-kun," said Tetsumi, bowing her head politely. "For letting me use your phone."

Kise beamed, "Kurokoicchi, you used kun!" He exclaimed with a smile.

Tetsumi nodded, "I decided that Kise-Kun isn't such a bad person after all." She smiled softly at him.

Kise felt his heart swell as he unconsciously wrapped his arms around the smaller girl. 'Akashicchi is probably going to punish me after this but I don't care.' He cried tears of joy, embracing the girl.

"Kise-kun, you're still banned from the library though," said Tetsumi blankly, destroying the atmosphere between them.

Kise's smile still didn't flatter, "It's alright, Kurokoicchi, I'll cry over that later. Just let me enjoy this moment." He told her, hugging her tightly, before he felt a sharp pain to his side.

Omake:

Ogiwara gripped the table tightly as he stared at Tetsumi on the ground, kissing the devil.

"Hey look, I finished fixing all the wires." said Kagami proudly, smiling at the box, admiring his handiwork. "Not bad." He told himself nodding. Within seconds the wires were forcibly ripped out, the red head turned to stare wide eand at Ogiwara. His face dead serious as a dark aura seemed to emit of him. 'Scary...'

"Sorry, Kagami-Kun, my hand slipped." said Ogiwara sheepishly as he scratched his head.

"The hell it did!" Snapped Kagami.

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"That Ganguro can go drown, choke for all I care," replied Kagami, annoyed as he forcefully began jamming wires back into their sockets.

Ogiwara sweat-dropped, "Kagami-kun, that was a rhetorical question..." He stared the red head's blank face.

"So?"

"It wasn't meant to be answered."

Kagami shrugged, "I still wouldn't kiss him to save him."

"I'm more worried about your basic grammar skills, bakagami..."