Fellow reviewers that healed my broken spirit :

Ari – Aww don't be! I'm sure everything's gonna be alright!

no name – That letter is a secret. *winks* And the bi too. XD Oh gawd you!

Kuroiza Reika – And here's the update~!

Guest – What is it? Oh please keep it to yourself don't spoil it *winks* XD

Caithlinn13 – Ah yes, the next chapters you'll see will be okay. I guess. . . This is pure angst, my dear ^^" I can't guarantee you heavens here.

Kiwi 3 – Oooh yes! You have prepared everything! *hands out sword* Now battle with me through this fanfic as we fight bitches upon bitches XD what am I saying omg?!

Guest – Awww, thank you! Xs is my food~! *gobble Xs*

Jay Dawn – Your review have turned into a karaoke session it seems XD Oh dear you're always funny! *hands out metal armour and tissue boxes* you might need it. (._.) Let's just think that there's only one Akashi per generation XD after all, typical rich people doesn't have many children. Ah geez. I hope you don't stay mad for so long. . .*throws a stash of cute Akakuro pictures*

thepockywhowrites - Please, just don't stab me okay? XD

Love Me for Thirty Days

DAY ONE

SATURDAY

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"As Qhuinn looked at his best friend's handsome face, he felt as if he'd never not known that red hair, those blue eyes, those lips, that jaw. And it was because of their long history that he searched for something to say, something that would get them back to where they had been. All that came to him was . . . I miss you. I miss you so fucking bad it hurts, but I don't know how to find you even though you're right in front of me."

― J.R. Ward, Lover Mine

Today, the woman he was courting would come over from Kyoto to the central city of Japan. Seijuurou had felt the adrenaline and excitement once after he woke up from the early sunshine. He peered over his side to see the blunette's chest rose in a normal pace, indicating that he was still sleeping. He wouldn't want to answer a long list of dreary questions from his spouse after all.

Silently, he tiptoed out of the luxurious, king-sized mattress and headed straight to the bathroom, not at all bothered to bid the sleeping lad a wishful good morning.

So, Tetsuya was pretty much aggrieved when he wake up on a half-empty bed – or even worst, the whole residence was void of any people except for him. He would have to show the redhead the true words of his agreement soon or else there wouldn't be any more divorcement. Shrugging himself from the bed, he crawled downstairs with his bed hair intact and maya blue eyes groggy from the bad morning and went to make coffee.

In the very depth of his heart, he wished that at least the Akashi would leave him with a message. Perhaps, like a note against the fridge, a text message or a voicemail. But he was gone just as how he'd appeared last night, cold and firm and emotionless. The blue-haired man cringed against that thought and the recollections of last night memories. Neither was pleasant, and he found himself burning his tongue from the steaming, brewed coffee. His fingers almost pried against the surface of the mug or he would have his feet burnt. Well, if it means by Sei-kun carrying me. That'd be great, he thought both in sorrow and mischief. He sighed involuntarily.

Morning flew like a feather in a strong blizzard. Tetsuya spent his Saturday cleaning the house willingly. He'd often clean when Seijuurou's presence wasn't in the house and it was so that he would be occupied whilst waiting loyally for his husband to come home. Now, it was purely for stress relief. And he found himself cleaning twice the duration than he had intended, a range of four hours. The blunette glanced at the grand-looking clock that showed its digits landing towards one in the afternoon.

And he had forgotten his breakfast.

"It seems like Sei-kun won't be returning any moment soon," huffed poor Tetsuya in disdain. Settling his vacuum machine asides, he had stepped into the pantry to retrieve some ingredients and a bottle of wine. "Lunch time. . . alone. It's not that bad, I'm quite used to it," he tried to smile, the corners of lips forced to pull upwards but the merriment didn't quite yet reached his eyes.

Pouring the wine into two Bordeaux and raised one, Tetsuya wasn't bothered to wipe the crystalline droplets contrasting the dark colour of the red wine.

He sobbed and wished himself a happy weekend, gulping the remnants of drink in one round.

Evening came and ended, and Tetsuya could confirm the sun was soon to hit the horizon. It was then he had heard the rumbling noise of an engine from the outside but he didn't bother to make a move towards the door and displayed his usual greetings. Instead, he waited – he was waiting for the moment to be carried.

When Seijuurou entered the house, the blunette remained silent and still but the azure eyes watched every step, every movements and the eye contact. No sweet words were said, no loving gazes but a firm nod and stern glares. He had carried a sort of document filled with God knows what. Divorcement papers perhaps, Tetsuya wasn't one to care right now.

Instead, he childishly stuck out his arms like a baby waiting his mother to carry him to bed.

"The deal," he reprimanded flatly.

"The deal," confirmed the taller husband.

In an instant, Tetsuya felt his weight becoming lighter as he was swooped into the strong arms he had missed so much. He closed his eyes, savouring the moment, the feel, the touch – once that had been caring, carrying him like a fragile item, brimmed with cautiousness – and now, it was awkward, clumsy and almost was he to slip onto the floor. But Tetsuya had his arms circling the carrier's neck, and he placed his head onto Seijuurou's chest, listening to the rhythmic heartbeat. He hummed lightly before he noticed his back had met the soft mattress. Tetsuya bid his thanks with a smile, but there wasn't a response from the carrier.

Back then, the silence was a comfort, a sign of something else. A sign of longing and craving and wanting to every touch they made to each other and felt the erratic electricity feel that lingered against their skins. Their kiss would be chaste at the beginning, and then sloppy and wet to purely sinful. Seijuurou would memorise every curves that he had; snaking his hands to the chest, to the hips and finally to the lower region the two of them had been anticipating from the start. And he'd placed marks to the alabaster white skin – from the collarbone to the shoulder blades and peppered the hickeys like Tetsuya's body was a white canvas. Possessive and rough yet tender and loving and sweet and heavenly. Tetsuya would see stars and moaned the sweet sounds, and Seijuurou would indulge all the details of the voice he loved so much.

And now, the weekend which was supposed to be spent with just the two of them didn't quite fell into the right places. Seijuurou's kisses had been light and brief, there wasn't any tongues involved in a sort of dances and explores. The blunette knew of his refusal, and paid no attention towards such action. Such brief and tender pecks to the lips suffice for today's deal.

"Undress me," he ordered. And the man had been serving him more like a butler than a husband would do.

Seijuurou dipped his knee deep into the mattress as he towered over his spouse. Sure, he may have lost his feelings toward the blunette but such sight still gave him a hard-on kind of impact. Impatiently, he had peeled his own shirt as well and the garment landed somewhere in the corner, followed by two pair of pants at once.

"Do you need me to –"

"No, I'm used to your. . ." it came as a sob, "Just enter me already. . ."

". . . Alright."

With the order given for, Seijuurou pulled his member, long and thick, from the boxers still clad around his region. He had guessed the latter had prepared beforehand, and so he didn't question upon the orders. Still, he cringed against the thought and brought his fingers into the aching hole belonged to the submissive one. Tetsuya whined impatiently. Two fingers, three – and when he thought he heard Tetsuya screamed in pleasure (and slight pain), he knew he had reached the good spot. He hit the prostate multiple times again.

"Enough. . . I just want you. . ."

"Hm."

He slicked the long member with precum and saliva, and gave it a few long strokes. The blunette underneath watched with lustful eyes and a frown donning the glowing face. Positioning himself in a good position, he sheathed the apparently thick length into Tetsuya.

The room may have been filled with a string of wanton moans and whines coming from the two of them and the smell of sweat and sex. But it wasn't really a pleasant ride. Tonight, they were just having sex, but not making love to each other. Sure, Seijuurou had been increasing the speed of his thrusts and Tetsuya was taking him whole, his hands filling on his own member to climax as well but no sweet words were exchanged, no kisses and touches, no hickeys were marked. How surprising.

When their activity was ensured finished, the redhead didn't bother to stroke the blunette for comfort or whisper or anything. He only slipped into the duvet, dirty and slicked with their previous session, and grumbled himself to sleep. Fatigue consumed him but he suddenly heard Tetsuya whispering toward his ear;

"Sei-kun. . . no matter what, I still love you."

A pair of crimson and sienna shut closed, he gasped and swallowed. It was true now. He hadn't felt anything toward the confession – not a skip of a heartbeat, not butterflies pooling in his stomach – but pity and guilt settling in. He huffed.

"I'm sorry. . . I couldn't feel the same way for you."

"I know. . ." muttered the blunette weakly and tiredly.

Seijuurou didn't notice his spouse's cries as he hid his face underneath the thick covers, sobbing and weeping with his heart ached and longing.

That night, Tetsuya slept with a broken heart worse than before.

The white envelope wasn't yet opened.

TO BE CONTINUED

Mozu : Lame smut, I know! I tried to cut the details because gosh you guys have to know I'm facing the remnants of the Holy month in a not-so-holy activity! I'll make it up next time, I promise! And it's 12AM. My back hurts from typing this since 10? Haha. Two hours facing the laptop ain't healthy. I need to go to sleep now.

If you give me lots of X, then Akashi may have a change of heart and start loving Kuroko back. O means siding with the unknown girl. XD Seriously, suggest me names. Please~!

-Mozu The Mochi (2015)