This is two times in a row now, Kuroko thought. For two consecutive days, he went home with a very sour feeling inside him. First, his favourite author announced that he'll quit writing and then a guy who barely knows anything about said author dared to say such horrible things about them.

'I guess the gods finally noticed me and now they are making pranks towards me.'

Kuroko thought quietly. How he didn't know that he'll eventually be in a time where he actually cared how the gods predicted his fate and destiny. It might just be his time to go onto hardships that might be the god's source of entertainment from above. He sighed; going home with a heavy feeling eating him inside out is not fun at all.

Akashi silently lets out a sigh. Well that wasn't how he wanted their conversation to be.

'Was I being too harsh?'

He thought to himself. True that he said those things in a rather harsh way, but he didn't know that it would affect Kuroko that much. And besides, that is how he really feels. He utterly and undoubtedly hated that author, Aka Hasami. Why, one may ask? It's because he's sure that Aka Hasami will not be faithful and he would eventually leave. It's better to say goodbye early, than being too attached to something and then finding it difficult to let go when the time comes.

'Why do people even bother with 'Aka Hasami'? He's not even real. And he won't be real.'

Akashi turned his gaze to the book that Kuroko left. Somehow he felt his wistful thinking surface again. He reached for the book and caressed its cover with a frown on his face. He could learn a lot from the book but then again his dream will not come true anyway.

''It will only get me nowhere', huh?'

Akashi stood up and grabbed the book; he was going to put it back into its shelf, but he was stopped in his tracks, he felt his phone vibrate from within his pocket. That would have to be the tenth time this day. Akashi sighed; he momentarily put the book down before fishing out his phone from his pocket to read yet another message and as expected, it was one of those which begged him to stay and continue from where he started.

'When will these people learn to do such simple request and not mess them up? I specifically told them to not message me about the matter.'

He sighed while looking at his phone's screen before flipping it closed and shoving it back in his pocket. He once again picked up the book and returned to where it was at first before deciding to leave the school library, all the while thinking about a certain blue haired teenager.

'How could he be so affected by something so simple?'

Akashi was so engrossed with his thinking that he didn't notice a certain greenhead approach him. The red head just passed through without even looking. The other didn't budge though, but he does look surprised.

"This is rare to see, you, of all people thinking about something that looks like it troubles you greatly."

This made Akashi stop in his tracks and turn around. How could he have missed Midorima when he was just in front of him a while ago?

"I'm sorry for spacing out. Anyways, why are you here Shintaro? It's almost school closing time."

The red head said to his friend. The other stared at him while gripping the lucky item for the day, a detergent bottle.

"I've wanted to check up on Kuroko and I figured that he'll be in the library."

Akashi nodded. He once again remembered the silent outburst the silent teen showed him earlier that day.

"He just left. Maybe a few minutes from now, though he might've gotten out of school now."

Midorima hummed at this. He was hoping he could somehow warn the poor thing of something that might break his heart.

"I received your message by the way. You don't have to go that far."

Was what Midorima said. He's not fond of those mushy things but though, the thought of his friend doing something like that makes Midorima want to know how it will play out. At this Akashi averted his eyes, which is a rarity, because the red head would talk to whoever facing head on.

"Like I've told you Shintaro, It is better to leave it at that than suffer later for not wanting to leave it."

Was the last thing Akashi said before turning on his heels and continued on walking. No more words were exchanged with the two for both of them knows well how hard of a situation Akashi is going through, though the red head would always pick what his father destined him to do.

And speaking about how his father strives to monopolize him, their chauffeur is now standing outside their school gate. Akashi angrily marched over him, making the chauffeur tremble in fear. Everybody knows not to mess with the child of Akashi but of course the chauffeur knows that it is better not to mess with the father.

When Akashi was within a feet's reach from the chauffeur, his eyes became sharper, sending a glare at the chauffeur in front of him. It is obvious that the guy was trying not to break down and cry from the intensity of the glare Akashi is giving him.

"Y-your father wishes for your safe arrival, s-so he ordered me to pick you up, A-Akashi-sama."

Akashi didn't reply and he knows better than to defy his father's orders, so he walked past the chauffeur, opened the car door himself and hopped in. He really was not looking forward to seeing his father and never once did he want his son to arrive home safely. He barely even cared. Akashi once hoped that he would be able to do what he wants to do for himself, but he guessed that's not going to happen anytime soon.

The atmosphere was suffocating, not that Akashi minds though. He was more or less used to it. Dinner has always been this pressuring. Father and son sat across from each other on the table. Lavish servings of food were on the table, despite the fact that the two of them are the only ones who are occupying it. Akashi was careful with his actions. One wrong move and he'll be reprimanded again, though he was not one to make mistakes. After all, he was raised with perfection. So perfect that it almost lacked the love a growing child needs.

"Your grades?"

The voice from across him said. Akashi raised his head to face his father. He knows better than to avert your eyes while talking to a man like his father. He wiped his mouth before clearing his throat. This time is when his father would usually check up on his studies and school in general. Not in a fatherly kind of way, but more of a monitoring kind of way. After all, you would never want a less than perfect heir to take your position in the near future.

"They are the top marks as usual father; I don't see the point of you asking if you already know my grades."

Was what Akashi said, it might sound rude to the people who does not really know how him and his father 'bonds', but it was totally okay for the older Akashi. His father then nodded and settled his spoon down to properly observe his son for any possible lies hidden behind those words that Akashi said earlier.

"Very good."

Though it was the only thing his father said to him, Akashi knows that there is something more than just a mechanical compliment from his father.

"And your Dream? "

Akashi saw this coming. He clenched his hands from beneath the table and silently lets out a rather long breath.

"Just like what you've told me father, I'm giving it up."

He then heard the older man hum out tunes of agreement. He then stood up and walked towards his son to give him a pat on the head.

"It's good to see that you are abiding by my words son. You are going to be the perfect scion."

The older Akashi said before leaving his son all alone in the table. He knows that the pat on the head and the comment was probably meant to a dog than to him. It felt empty, but nevertheless Akashi does not bother himself with such things as affection from parents.

Akashi hung his head low. He wants to escape this life. Why couldn't be someone normal? Why must he be born into this household? He wants to do a lot of things that he cannot do because it might ruin their family name. He wants to try to cut classes, to participate in food fights in the cafeteria, to let loose,

And most importantly, he wants to be an author.

It was his dream ever since he was a child. He would often be amazed with the books his mother reads to him then that he too, wants to create books that'll make people show different expressions that does not need actions but words through paper only.

He knows that his father would not allow it, for he is the only child that his parents' was able to conceive and therefore the responsibilities in the company would be his when the time comes and ever since young, his fate had been sealed and he has no say whatsoever. And just like that, his dream was crushed.

He tried to pursue it though, even if it only lasts for a few years but then again even though he intends it to be only a hobby, his father is still against it and the outcome was horrible when Akashi's father found out that his son was spending time doing his 'worthless' compositions.

Remembering the days of convincing his father that he does not want to be the heir made Akashi gulped. It was then that he became used to the harsh words and criticism his father always lash out to him. He was not hit however, but the words hurt like knives that stabbed through his chest back then.

Akashi raised his head and he furiously stared at the ceiling.

'If only I haven't done that project'

Akashi sighed and shook his head. He abruptly stood up from his chair, making the chair produce ear piercing sounds. When he stood up however, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket again. With a grunt, Akashi got a hold of his phone and the message was from someone he did not expect.

To- Aka Hasami

From – Reader#801

Hello Aka Hasami-san. I know that you told us to not message you but I really just want to know why you decided to quit. Please, I might sound rude but, what kind of a writer leaves their audiences hanging like this? And then announcing that you are going to quit because you lack the motivation and the ability. I am sorry for my choice of words but I just want to vent out my frustrations and I want to know why. I am Kuroko Tetsuya, one of your loyal readers who is always anticipating every update that you will be doing. Please consider reading and answering this message.

Akashi did not know how to react at first. They guy who just became angry at him is now messaging him, though of course, Kuroko does not know that. Akashi kept on staring at his phone screen for what it seemed like eternity, before his hands move and pressed the 'reply' button.

Entertaining fans one in a while wouldn't hurt, and besides, Akashi wants to know why Kuroko likes the non-existent him and his works so much. Let's just wish that this time, curiosity won't kill the cat.

A/N Hello Guys!~ Hell week (Exam week) is gonna be tomorrow here in our place but here I am writing this stuff cause—NO ONE'S GONNA STOP ME! So guys... this chappy is about Akashi!~ Oh how I want to hug him from his hardships... nah, I'll let Kuroko hug him XD. Anyways, I hope you like it guys, R&R Ciao-ssu!~