child of mine
Blissfully the flu wears off in under two days; I thank my fast metabolism for this. With its departure returns something that I've sorely missed – my appetite. I scavenge through all the cupboards and draws in my kitchen pulling out food I didn't know I had and others that were meant to be kept for special occasions. Everything makes its way into my mouth; whether raw, cooked or still partially frozen.
By the time the clock hits two in the afternoon, I've eaten half the food I have in the apartment and my jaw aches from having chewed so much. My stomach threatens to burst at the same time the last cup of instant ramen tries to wriggle its way back out. But I've not been happier in days…no, I lie. I was plentiful happy when Mrs T accepted my sexuality, yet that occasion is dimmed by the horror that – oh shit – Kuroko now knows and he probably hates me.
He ran out so fast, my mind supplies in pained awe.
Still, I try not to dwell on it; the situation brings about tense stomach muscles and nervous behaviour. With the currently trying-to-escape ramen…nerves are not an option.
Thudding around my apartment in order to clean up the mess I've made of the place in my sickness fogged mind, I could hardly expect a visitor on this Sunday afternoon. Tomorrow I head back to class and face Riko's inquisition. Only…there is a knock on the door.
I'm grateful for my sudden desire to clean, because when I open the door to see candy apple red hair and mismatched eyes, it's obvious to say I nearly die in shock. What's clearly more shocking is the nervous brunette standing next to Akashi – wasn't he the kid with Kuroko the other day? I didn't really think the death-glare giver would have any friends beside the rainbow nation.
"Akashi," I say somewhat reluctantly, my eyes flicker between the red head and brunette. Shit, Akashi better not be here to ask me to help dispose of this nervous kid. I'm too young to be part of manslaughter and not to mention how pissed Kuroko would be…if he ever spoke to me again. "Fancy seeing you here."
The red head sighs, his eyes in half mast while he stands formally with his hands positioned behind his back. "Good afternoon, Kagami Taiga. We're sorry to intrude; I've heard you were ill."
I have the sudden need to ask if he was poisoning me, but bite it back in favour of a sheepish: "Yeah, just recovering,"
Akashi nods his head, "That's good to hear." He turns his head slighty and motions to the brunette, "Let me introduce you to Furihata Kouki, he is a friend of Tetsuya's and the boy I am currently courting."
My eyes nearly bug from my head – courting? As in balls and flowers and horse rides around the park? And yes, I did watch Pride and Prejudice.
"Akashi-kun~" The brunette – Furihata Kouki – groans and presses his hands to his face, "I told you to stop saying that,"
Akashi looks less than impressed, "Seijurou, Kouki,"
Furihata turns several shades of red; he splutters and focuses on his clenched hands, "Please, stop saying that…Seijurou."
The redhead gives a dazzling, pleased smile; an expression warm and kind enough to indicate that this Kouki was indeed very special to Akashi. "I will consider it." He turns back to me, the smile fading, but the light from his talk with Furihata lingering in his mismatched eyes. "Now for business, I need to speak with you about my child."
"What?" I splutter, jaw dropping and brows rising to my hairline. Akashi has a kid? How's that even…probable?
"Ah," Furihata interjects quickly, cheeks still lingering in shades of pink. "S-Seijurou means Kuroko-kun,"