A/N: I rambled a lot in the post-chap A/N, so I'll keep it short up here.
It's the Emperor's turn… Enjoy~
Like the last boss of an RPG game, Akashi Seijuurou, former captain of the Generation of Kise's personal harem and current captain of another team that in all statistical probability wants to jump Kise's bones as well, appeared on his Kasamatsu's doorstep.
"Greetings" He greeted like the alien he was. But his bow was perfect, and was enough to impress his manner conscious mother, so he was invited in before Kasamatsu could plan his escape from the country.
"I've heard much about you, Kasamatsu-san" Akashi paused in midst his regal dining experience with his mother's omelet rice. "From Ryouta"
The way Akashi dragged out Kise's first name made Kasamatsu's skin break out in goosebumps.
"All good things I hope" he mumbles, edging closer to the window, in case of emergency evacuation.
Akashi smiles in a way that was creepily reminiscent of Kuroko's. Before he could debate the likelihood of the two of them being related, Akashi was already helping himself to more of his mother's omelet rice with a knife and fork like he was having a casual brunch with the prime-minister.
His mother skips happily going on and on about how nice it was for Kasamatsu to have friends over and so early in the morning too! My, she would have made something a bit fancier if she'd known!
"Ma! I think someone's at the door" Kasamatsu lied, because he was a good son, who didn't want his mother to watch him die by her own cutlery.
Akashi waited politely till they were alone in the kitchen with the breakfast that Kasamatsu usually gulped down in one go. He turned his heterochromatic eyes at the third year captain who was feeling a lot less like one with each passing second, with his hand gripping the window ledge with a death grip.
"Of course, as his former captain, I have mixed feelings regarding the matter" Kasamatsu could sense there was nothing mixed about his feelings at all, if the sliced and chopped omelet rice said nothing at all about his guest's blood lust and tendency to stab people with the nearest sharp object.
"On one hand, I wish for nothing but Ryouta's happiness. He's like a little brother to me" Akashi calmly lifted the glass of water like he was presiding over a Japanese tea ceremony, and sipped. "And of course Ryouta is in a constant state of a child discovering new toys with the attention span of a squirrel and the heart of a golden retriever"
He stood suddenly and approached Kasamatsu's strategic window sitting position, knife still twirling round and round and very much round in his fingers.
"But I admit, I do get rather…overprotective, shall we say?" Akashi smiled, and Kasamatsu feared for his life. "He is, after all, like a brother to me"
"…Right" Kasamatsu says somewhat uselessly, eyes following the twirling knife, and wondered if Akashi was aware of the implications of incest he was making.
Because no matter how much Takao insisted that Midorima insisted how Akashi's sexual preference was limited to shogi pieces, Kasamatsu couldn't help feelings the latter's were the actions of a jealous (and possibly psychotic) ex-boyfriend.
Akashi Seijuurou eventually leaves. Or rather he steps into a grand limousine, glossy door held opened by a bowing chauffer and is whisked away, much to Kasamatsu's mother's disappointment.
All Kasamatsu's disappointment was about missing morning practice.
"What kind of person is your old captain?" He asked in lieu of 'how serious is he usually about his threats of bodily harm?'.
Kise frowned, and Kasamatsu's heart skipped a few beats, and he was certain that it cut down a few years of his already short lifespan.
"Akashicchi? He's very…kind, a mild-mannered and… hmmm, sensitive type of person, I'd say"
Kasamatsu could say very many things about Kise's ex-captain, none of them complimentary, except perhaps the basketball part-in fact, this is probably where Kasamatsu's feelings lay on all the Miracles. But no matter how you look at it that was by far the most deceivingly ill-conceived description of Akashi Seijuurou.
"Senpai's usually not curious about my old team at all" Kise mused. "Could it be you met Akashicchi?"
Kasamatsu's wide eyed, deer in the headlights looks was apparently enough of an answer, so Kise ploughed on.
"Oh, I completely understand! I keep running into Akashicchi all the time, like in cafés and boutiques, public restrooms and my wardrobe. It's such a happy coincidence! He's always so nice to me and…"
Sometimes, Kasamatsu truly, truly worried about Kise's safety with the entire world, and quite possibly a few aliens after his heart and pants (though not necessarily in that order).
"Senpai? Are you listening to me?" Kise pouted, and Kasamatsu forced his runaway thoughts back to reality. "I asked you what you thought of Akashicchi!"
Fundamentally terrifying, was not an answer the captain of the Kaijo basketball team was prepared to give.
"He's…alright, I guess" He tries to go for nonchalant, but it came out choked like the demon captain had his talons around Kasamatsu's windpipe.
Kise brightened up immensely. Which is an amazing feat, considering how bubbly and sparkly he already was. Damn those sparkles.
"If senpai wanted to talk to Akashicchi, you could've come to me first, right? I'll arrange a meeting! You're both point guards so you must have a lot in common to talk about! I actually feel a bit left out but…"
Kasamatsu spent the rest of the day and a good part of his night trying to convince Kise what a monumentally bad idea that was, but Kise smiles down at him with his unfair height advantage and trills; "There's no need to be shy senpai~ Any friend of mine is a friend of yours!"
Kasamatsu snorts, it would be more accurate to say that any friend of Kise's wants to swim in a basketball court filled with all 5 liters of his total blood volume.
At this rate, his chances of surviving before graduating weren't looking all that promising. But if he dies, that idiot would definitely cry, being the crybaby he was, and since he looks even prettier than normal when he's a whimpering mess of tears, it'll cause a whole lot more grief for his basketball club.
So really, Kasamatsu has no choice but to do his best to survive.
~TBC
A/N: The next chapter will unfortunately (or fortunately?) be the last and it's an epilogue of sorts from Kise's POV that I'm incredibly nervous about pulling off, since I've never actually written something from Kise's shoes, but I'm excited about it as well.
There's so, so much trauma I wanted to write for Kasamatsu but MidoKise Week's coming up next month and I want to contribute as much as possible because rare pairings are rare. If anyone's a fan of those two, go ahead and check out midokiseweek tumblr com /tagged/about
Thank you for reading, all you lovely readers~ :)))))