AN: its been a loooooooong time, for lack of words. I really am sorry, peeps. I started highschool and it's really mean cos I have exams every week (also clubs and assignments and homework and math and math and concerts and camps and math) Also I suffered from writers block. ;-; But anyhow I'm here with an update (that the lazy authoress did not beta) though I think its really ooc TAT idk anymore lawl but I have history and math exams next week so ill be slaving over texts books again soon… So long, life…
And this woman though I was a year twelve though im only in year seven (aka freshman) ahhhhh life
Disclaimer: I still do not own lover doll (manga) or knb and I probably never will ;w;
Warning: Yaoi, possible OOC, might be some grammar and spelling errors
It was official. Kuroko Tetsuya likes food more than he likes shopping. Shopping is bad for one's mental self, the doll decided, and he wondered why humans haven't died from it yet. He pouted all the way through changing and choosing, and, eventually, Akashi had taken it upon himself to choose the clothing for Kuroko instead. But the blue-haired teen still hated the fact that he had to sit and wait while his master (?) browsed through the wide range of expensive clothing that he insisted on buying for Kuroko, and since it was Akashi Seijuro, Kuroko decided that there was no point arguing about the growing pile of clothing in the red-head's arms. Instead, he simply sat there obediently on the plush bench that the shop provided and watched on amusedly at the man who was muttering to himself in front of him, and occasionally tripping people with a foot when they stared at Akashi for too long.
Kuroko told himself that this boiling, irritating feeling in his chest when people openly stared at Akashi was nothing, and it was simply because… he didn't know. Pout growing bigger by minute, the doll sighed in relieve when the man he was observing finally made his way to the counter and paid for the ridiculously big pile of clothing on the register, and returned to Kuroko's side with two big bags in hand. He rose silently to stand with Akashi, and gave the teen a look, "I don't get why you need to buy so many, Akashi-kun," he said, ogling at the big bags, "I thought that you would only buy enough for my daily needs."
The addressed man only smirked in return, shaking his head in mock pity, "You'll understand one day, Tetsuya," he replied, walking out of the doors with Kuroko. Wrinkling his nose in distain when he noticed the crowd packed in the mall; Akashi transferred the bags into one hand and took Kuroko's hand in the other. Seeing the confused look on the other's face, he explained "I do not want to lose you to the crowd, Tetsuya." Akashi sighed and realized that moving through so many people with a barely visible boy was going to be hard, but luckily, people seemed to naturally part way for him, making everything easier.
The captain secretly relished the feeling of Kuroko's hand in his, and how it seemed to fit in like it was made to. He felt the slight warmth in the other's palm that somehow made his heart beat erratically, not that he would ever admit it. Time seemed to fly by and soon the two were out of the mall and into fresh air and sunlight.
Kuroko turned around to face Akashi with a serious face, face somewhat flushed and pale at the same time, "Akashi-kun," he said, "I hate malls." And then he turned back, missing the amused look on the teen's face. Akashi chuckled and shook his head, smiling slightly at the comment. When he noticed the lost look on Kuroko's face, he could only let out a small laugh and told Kuroko to follow him, leading the way to their apartment.
They walked was in a comfortable silence, not finding it necessary for small talk to start. Kuroko had offered to carry one of the bags but Akashi had refused, saying that it was parting of his training. Hands still joined together, the two of them entered the apartment, the shorter of the two letting out an amazed sound at the scenery the glass lift gave. Akashi smiled at the childish look on the other's face, his chest feeling strangely warm.
Dinner was light, Akashi and Kuroko shared a meal of tofu soup and rice, both of them not really hungry as they had eaten at the mall. The clink of china on china filled the room as the two ate in silence, enjoying the simple meal. Upon seeing the tired look on Kuroko's face, Akashi offered to wash the dishes, but Kuroko refused, saying that he needed to help at least a bit in the house. The red-head reluctantly agreed.
After the dishes were done, Akashi retreated to the bath, letting Kuroko roam free. The doll looked around the place, feeling strangely empty. He'd never had this kind of freedom before; to be able to do anything he liked without punishment was a strange concept to Kuroko, it was like a dream coming true. He had never allowed him to be free before, no, He had locked him up all the time, only freeing him when-
Kuroko shook his head wildly, ridding himself of the negative thoughts. He was free now, and his master-friend had been only kind to him so far, without demanding for anything in return. The blue-haired doll patted his own cheeks and pulled his face into a smile with his fingers, mind set on exploring the place.
The first door Kuroko opened led to the master bedroom that belonged to Akashi, he was sure. It was a royal red with golden lining, and the bed will probably fit Akashi, Kuroko and those four weird people that Kuroko had seen earlier. Knowing that he shouldn't intrude, Kuroko closed the door quietly, but unconsciously memorized the overall of the room. He distantly noted that when he opened another door that the bedroom smelt of Akashi; like home.
The next room was a room filled with shelves that were lined with books of all kinds, from fiction to nonfiction. Kuroko dedicated his next hour looking through the shelves contently, occasionally pulling out a book to read; Akashi had good taste in books, he decided. It was not until a shadow fell over him that Kuroko looked up, coming to see the man who was in his mind constantly; Akashi. He blushed when he noticed the fact that Akashi wasn't wearing a shirt, his toned upper body showing. Panicking slightly on the inside, Kuroko fought to keep his blush down, and he set the book he was reading aside. "May I help you, Akashi-kun?" he asked, trying to avoid looking at the shirtless male.
"The shower is free, Tetsuya," Akashi replied, offering Kuroko a hand up, which he took gratefully. Standing up and still trying not to look at the red-head, the smaller of the two muttered a rushed "Thank you" before hurrying off to the bathroom, leaving behind a mystified Akashi. Slamming the door shut, Kuroko slid down the cool wood with a sigh, his heart still fluttering in his chest. He didn't know why he had reacted like that after he saw Akashi shirtless, but he shook it off. Placing a pale hand on his heaving chest, Kuroko tried too cool down his hot cheeks and stop his thumping heart. After a while, he felt that he had somewhat turned back to normal and stripped before stepping into the shower, sighing at the warmth that engulfed him.
Kuroko had noticed for a while that Akashi is like the sun; everything about him was warm. He made Kuroko feel warm, and safe. And he was so bright and radiant. So… perfect.
Unlike me.
Yes, Kuroko knew that he was not perfect in the slightest, and that he was the polar opposite of the radiant red-head. He was a shadow, a broken doll. Useless and pale in comparison to Akashi. He knew that, and maybe that was why he was so attracted to Akashi. It was a lost cause, Kuroko knew, but he could not help but hope.
Letting himself drown in his own thoughts, the doll stood in the shower for a long time, letting the hot water beat down on his back, never once did he realize that he was crying.
Because Kuroko Tetsuya would never be able to have Akashi Seijuro.
An: SO THAT'S THE END OF THIS CHAPTER! LEAVE A REVIEW IF YOU LIKED AND THOUGH I DON'T NORMALLY REPLY I READ ALL OF THEM AND LOVE THEM! THEY ARE MY INPIRATIONS! So long, cuties~