Akashi's POV

Akashi Seijuro was not having a good day. His father was too busy to take care of two clients at the same time, so he let his son handle one of them. Akashi had no complaints, he was used to handling some clients of his father. Well, at first he didn't have any compaints. The conversation was going fine until he had rejected the clients wishes. The client had started to act like a total douche, ranting with the sense of a toddler. It was actually really mentally straining for Akashi to keep himself from just upright stabbing the client with his scissors. He refrained from acting on that urge, it would just cause his father unnecessary grief.

Dealing with that jerk had left Akashi in a bad mood and was extremely irritated. When he was walking back to his apartment, he saw the form of something just ahead of him. Akashi saw a mop of unruly light blue hair and was intrigued. He walked up to it, noticing that it was a small child which looked not older than six. The child was lying face-first on the concrete. Akashi's heterochromatic eyes widened as he saw the beaten state the child was in. There were harsh bruises lined along the child's tiny limbs, bleeding from multiple cuts. There was a gash in the back of his head, leaving his blue hair caked in dried blood.

Akashi scowled dangerously. Who would do this to a child? What sort of sick bastard would beat a child this badly? Akashi bent down and gently picked the child up. His eyes widened once more when he saw the child's face.

He looked almost exactly like Tetsuya. Even through the stream of dried blood that ran down his face, the blue-haired child was practically Tetsuya's mirror image. Something deep inside of Akashi told him that this was important but he and something more important to worry about. He needed to get this kid patched up. He walked the rest of the way to his apartment with the small child secured in his arms. The child subconsciously gripped the front of Akashi's shirt, burying his face into the red-haired male's chest.

Akashi felt his heart go out to the child and the same time rage pooled in the pit of his stomach. He wanted whomever did this to pay. He felt a deep connection with this child and he vowed to take care of him.

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Akashi had made it home a few minutes later, fetching first first aid-kit. He put the child on his bed and treated the child's wounds, scowling whenever he found a particularly nasty looking ones. Akashi then let the child sleep but began to get a bit worried after five days of the kid not showing the faintest signs of waking up. It was the sixth day in the afternoon that the boy woke. Akashi was fixing himself some lunch when he heard a crash and a yelp of surprise from his bedroom where he had put the boy. Akashi himself had slept on the couch for almost the entire week when he had been housing the kid.

Akashi walked into the room, not quite sure what he should be expecting. Well, whatever he was expecting, it wasn't this. He snorted as he looked on at the scene in front of him. The kid was half-wrapped in blankets, half hanging from Akashi's bed. The blanket eventually fell, covering him completely. He scrambled out of the blankets, taking in a deep breath when he was finally free. He noticed Akashi when he stood up and jumped a little.

''Who are you?'' he asked innocently, looking up at Akashi with wide eyes. Akashi allowed himself a small smile.

''Akashi Seijuro'' He said, crouching down to him with an outstretched hand ''And you are?''

''Kuroko Tetsuya'' The child told him with a bright smile. Akashi's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates as he heard that, frozen from shock. Tetsuya? Akashi shook his head, disbelief washing over him. There was no way that this kid was Tetsuya… Or was there? Despite the clear indicator that he should be disbelieving, he just couldn't bring himself to fully believe that this kid wasn't Kuroko Tetsuya. He had no idea where this belief came from but it wouldn't leave, no matter how hard he tried.

''Akashi-san?'' the mini-Tetsuya asked, tilting his head to the side in confusion. Akashi abruptly snapped back to reality, making Kuroko jump. ''Are you alright?'' he asked sweetly, concerned for this stranger. Akashi smiled slightly at the kid.

''Yeah, I'm fine. I was just thinking. Anyways..'' he added, getting back the original conversation ''Would you mind if I call you Tetsuya?'' Kuroko's soft features scrunched up in thought before smoothing out again, immediately forming into a smile.

''If I can call you Seijuro-nii'' Kuroko told him boldly, a look of pure seriousness on his face and looking extremely out of place. Akashi chuckled lightly.

''Quite the bargainer, eh?'' he smiled lightly. ''Sure, Tetsuya. It's a deal'' He held out a hand for him to seal the deal and the boy took it happily. Tetsuya's stomach growled loudly, cutting off any further conversation. He laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.

''Ne, Seijuro-nii. Do you have any food?'' Akashi nodded, returning to his previous task of preparing lunch.

''I have a sandwich done now, if you want that.'' He said which holding it up. It was a simple peanut butter and jelly sandwich but it was enough for Tetsuya. He nodded vigorously, eyeing the sandwich with hungry eyes. ''I'll take that as a yes, here you go'' Akashi handed the sandwich to the blue-haired child who grabbed it right out the latter's hand. He wolfed it down immediately, rivalling Kagami's eating habits. It shocked Akashi immensely, Tetsuya always had a weak appetite, so much that he thought that the boy might not even finish one sandwich considering the fact that he was much younger now.

''Can I have another one?'' Akashi was even more appalled by the younger Tetsuya when he said that but handed him another sandwich nonetheless. Tetsuya had eaten about four sandwiches before he was full and Akashi could only gape at his former-teammate-turned-chibi as he sighed in contentment. He looked at Akashi with a confused expression adorning his features. ''Something wrong?'' Akashi shook his head, going back to make himself some sandwiches for his own lunch. This incident was becoming more interesting by the minute.

Kuroko waited for Akashi to finish his lunch as long as he could before getting bored. When he did, he got up to wander his new environment. He saw a basketball in the corner of the room, remembering all the times he had watched basketball with his dad. Grinning from ear to ear, he picked up the ball. He started dribbling the ball, albeit not very well. He used his palm as he dribbled, not knowing to just use his fingertips.

''Try not to break anything!'' Akashi called from the room over, startling Kuroko. He jumped, missing the ball completely. He flinched as heard a CRASH of something that was made of glass shattering.

''Too late!'' he called back with a grimace. Oops. He looked over to the sight of the incident, a glass vase had been hit by the ball, knocking it on the floor. He heard Akashi walk into the room with a sigh.

''I need to keep a closer eye on you, don't I?'' he asked Kuroko, a hand on his hip. Kuroko looked away from him with a look of guilt crossing over his face.

''Sorry..'' he said quietly. He looked back up at Akashi ''I tried?'' The red-haired male couldn't help but laugh at the questioning way that he said that. He moved to clean up the glass with a small smile on his face.

''It's fine Tetsuya. Just be a bit more careful next time, okay?'' he told him, ruffling his blue hair with one hand. Kuroko nodded with a bright smile.

''Okay! I'll try not to break anything else, Seijuro-nii.'' There were no further incidents that night and Kuroko had ended up watching a movie with Akashi. Akashi had been browsing Netflix when Kuroko pointed out a movie that he wanted to watch for quite a while called 'How To Train Your Dragon'. The movie actually turned out pretty good and both of them enjoyed it.

Kuroko had fallen asleep near the end and Akashi was tired as well by the time the movie had ended. With a yawn he settled back into the couch. Kuroko was snuggling up against him, dead asleep to the rest of the world.
Akashi had fallen asleep that night with a smile lingering on his face.