Title: Colorful Chaos

Pairing: AkaKuro

Rating: T

Summary: "Your son's crying." Kuroko stated. "Before dawn, he's your son," Akashi mumbled, burying his face deep into his pillows. Akashi and Kuroko adopt an infant named Seito, and who said raising a baby was easy?. Domestic AU. AkaKuro

Warning(s): Not much really. More fluff (?) Stay tuned until the end~! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroko no Basuke


[Crush]

"Kuroko-Akashi Seito!"

Quiet little pitter patters were heard as the six year old ran from his hiding spot. Now the raven haired boy rarely got into trouble, but if there was one thing that he got in trouble with, it was the act of cleaning his room.

Even if adopted, Seito had miraculously inherited Kuroko's misdirection which worked best in these kinds of situations much to his bluenette father's annoyance.

The teal eyed father, Kuroko marched down the hallway leading to the living room trying go look for his troublesome son. Honestly, when Seito had been younger, he had been such an adorable and cute child, not that he was saying that his son was not adorable and cute, but the adding of mischievousness in his character did not bid well with him. Honestly, he was just like his red-haired father, Akashi.

"Seito, get in the living room this instant or I will tell your father not to play basketball with you tonight," Kuroko threatened when he arrived at the living room.

With arms crossed on his chest Kuroko waited seconds and then heard soft rustling under the couch. Kuroko watched closely as his small son came out from under the couch with a pout on his face.

"Seito-kun, please wipe that pout off your face. I told you countless of times to clean your room." He nagged his son.

"But Papaaaa..." The small raven whined, "I dun wanna clean my room!"

"Now young man, you will clean your room," Kuroko said with a tone of finality in his voice, "If you don't want to then I'll just call Mizuki-chan and tell her that you will not be able to play with her."

"But you said I won't get to play basketball with Daddy if I don't clean my room! You didn't say that Mizu-chan can't come, Papa."

Yup, definetely Akashi's son.

Kuroko lifted his arm and pointed towards his son's room, "March, Seito-kun."

With a huff Seito reluctantly agreed to his father's wishes.

"Uwah! It moved!"

Kuroko shook his head at his spot on the couch whilst grading papers when he heard his son's exaggerated yelps.

.-.-.-.-.

"Sei-kun!" A high-pitched childish voice called out to him.

Seito turned back only to be tackled into a hug by his childhood friend, Murasakibara Mizuki.

"Hey Mizu-chan," He smiled as the purple eyed girl let go of him and held his hand.

"So, do you know what's going to happen in a week?" She giggled as they walked towards their school.

Seito kept his eyes on the road paying no heed to what his best friend was saying, "Umm, we have a show and tell?"

The girl abruptly stopped, "...Seito..." She murmured dangerously letting go of his hand.

"What?" Seito asked confused, "Mizu?"

"...You forgot," Was all she said before grumpily walking towards their school, leaving Seito behind.

"Mizuki!" He yelled, running after her but the young girl kept ignoring him.

.-.-.-.-.

When they got inside their classroom, Mizuki opted on sitting with the girls instead of next to him. Which was really no big deal since they could sit wherever they wanted but it was a shock him because he specifically recalled (he was not Akashi's son for nothing) that Mizuki didn't like sitting with the girls in their class because they were too "girly".

It seemed that he wasn't the only that was shocked. The whole class and Seito could swear to God, that it was the class, let out a surprised gasp when Mizuki went to sit next to Akemi Yuumi.

"Geez Akashi*, what'd you do this time?" His classmate, Tomizawa Shoichi, said to him.

"I didn't do anything," He sulked as he watched his best friend play with the Akemi girl.

He didn't dislike Akemi Yuumi but he didn't particularly like her either. She was a spoiled brat who clinged to her daddy and Seito didn't appreciate that she would be mean to other kids and boss them around. He was pretty sure that Mizuki shared the same thoughts with him, but now he had doubts.

"So what's up with you and Mizu-chan, Seito-kun?" His friend, Teru Keniichi, asked once he settled down on their round table with Shoichi.

"Don't know, she just left me alone, this morning." Seito sighed, "...I mean Mizu-chan can play with anyone that she wants to."

Keniichi hummed and adjusted his red framed glasses resting his book on his lap, "Hmm... You sure you didn't say anything mean to her?"

Seito scratched the back of his head in deep thought, "Well she did ask me something, now that I think about it. "

"What is it?" Shoichi asked deeply interested.

"She asked me about next week and how there was going to be some kind of event."

"Then what'd you say?"

"I told her about show and tell?"

Silence met him.

Keniichi closed his book and looked at Seito with wide eyes, "Seito, don't tell me you forgot."

The black-haired Akashi tilted his head in question, "Forgot what?"

"Oh no! You did!"

"What'd I forget?"

"It's Mizu-chan's birthday next Friday!"

.-.-.-.-.

Seito was sulking when his red-haired father drove him home.

Now Akashi was genuinely used to his son's tantrums, he was a growing child after all, but usually Seito threw a tantrum when he knew he had a reason to, but today when Akashi picked up his son, he was already sulking with a frown deeply etched on his face.

Deciding on pressing in on the matter, though he had a hunch on what it could be, Akashi asked, "Is there anything you want to talk about, Seito?"

"...Nothing, Daddy."

"You sure?"

"Uh-huh," Seito replied monotonously.

"Does this have anything to do with Murasakibara-chan?"

Bingo. Akashi watched as the boy stiffened. And if Akashi didn't have such keen senses he wouldn't have heard the small sniffle that his son made, but he did, because he was Akashi Seijuro.

"...Daddy..." Akashi knew this tone, "I'm really a bad friend."

Now this grabbed Akashi's attention. He made a signal to turn right, "And why do you think that?" Akashi asked his eyes still on the road.

"It's Mizu-chan's birthday next week and I forgot about it."

"Ahhh," Akashi said sympathizing with his son, "But Seito that doesn't make you a bad friend."

"It doesn't?" Seito turned to his father.

"No," Akashi made a left turn, and if he wanted to get home he would've kept going straight, "What makes you a bad friend is when you abandon them. This doesn't make you a bad friend, but this just means you have to make it up to her and every year from now on. You have to make her happy."

Seito nodded and looked ahead. Make her happy. He thought.

"Daddy where are we going?"

Akashi smirked, "Shopping."

.-.-.-.-.

"How did it go?"

Kuroko asked once the father and son duo had arrived at their home.

"Ugh!" Seito groaned once his body landed on something soft.

Kuroko watched as his six-year-old son dropped lifelessly on their couch, "I'm guessing not so well?" He commented as he turned to Akashi who was hanging his coat on the rack.

Akashi sighed and rubbed his temples, "Not really."

Kuroko let out an annoyed breath, "I would appreciate it if you called me before you and your son spontaneously go on your shopping trip."

"I did text you," Akashi defended himself kissing Kuroko's temple.

"Not good enough Sei-kun," Kuroko grumbled, "So, what did you buy?"

Kuroko motioned the bag his husband was holding.

"A new basketball," Akashi replied, "And new shoes for Seito."

Kuroko's face was blank as ever, "Sei-kun we have an abundant amount of basketballs and Seito-kun doesn't need new shoes."

"There's nothing wrong with spoiling our only son Tetsuya," Akashi smoothly replied.

"There's nothing wrong with that, but you were suppose to buy something for his friend."

"Should the basketball suffice?" Akashi smiled.

Kuroko looked unamused, "No Sei-kun, the basketball will not suffice. She's a girl."

"Women like basketball too, Tetsuya." Akashi reasoned.

"...She's six years old Sei-kun."

"Still..."

"No."

.-.-.-.-.

"Papa," The raven haired six-year-old called out to his bluenette father.

Kuroko was at the laundry room folding their clothes as he heard his son's footsteps searching for him.

"In the laundry room, Seito-kun," Kuroko called out to his son.

Seconds later Seito was infront of him trying to look on top of the table with his tippy toes, "What do you need Seito-kun?"

"Papa," Seito said sadly, "I have a problem."

Kuroko was well aware on what his son's problem was. And he had just the remedy for that.

Deciding to ride along with it he asked, "What is it?"

"Well," Seito rocked back and forth on his toes, "It's Mizu-chan's birthday and..."

"You don't have a present for her, yet?" Kuroko provided.

"Yeah..."

"Seito-kun, do you want to go to your Uncle's house tomorrow?"

"Which one?"

.-.-.-.-.

"Thank you for having Seito-kun today, Himuro-kun," Kuroko bowed in gratefulness when Himuro opened the apartment door.

The former Yosen shooting guard smiled in glee, "It's no problem Kuroko-kun. Atsushi loves having Seito around, and it's always good to see him."

"I'm glad," Kuroko smiled. He then turned to his son. He gave him the canvas bag that held all the materials he was to use for his day, "Now Seito-kun, make sure you're on your best behaviour. I'll pick you up at 3:00."

"Okay, Papa," Seito nodded happily, "I really, really, promise to be a good boy for Uncle Tatsuya and Uncle Atsushi."

Kuroko gave him a pat on the head. He then leaned down and kissed his son's cheek.

"I'll see you later," Kuroko bid his farewell and left his son by the care of Himuro and Murasakibara.

Himuro looked down at the small child, "Now, why don't we wake the sleeping giant?"

"Okay!"

.-.-.-.-.

"Hmm? Sei-chin, why don't you mix this one next?" The purple head of the Generation of Miracles handed him a bowl of melted chocolates.

"Okay!" Seito grabbed the wooden spoon and began to mix with delight, "Uncle Atsushi, what are we making?"

"Ehh, I thought you said you wanted to make cookies for Mizu-chin," Murasakibara replied as he got the mixer and put the dry ingredients in.

"Mhm! You think she's going to like it?" Seito asked in genuine worry that his best friend would like it.

"Oh yeah, she's going to like this Sei-chin. I like cookies, cookies make everything better," The gentle giant replied.

"I hope so."

"Did something happen Seito-kun?" Himuro who was only watching them from the counter asked.

"Well," the six-year-old raven rubbed his the back of his head sheepishly, "I kinda forgot her birthday last week and she hasn't really talked to me."

"I'm sure Mizu-chin will talk to you again after you give her these cookies," Murasakibara butted in.

"More than that, maybe you should apologize to her too," Himuro suggested, "Girls tend to get angry when the guys they like forget really special occassions."

"Ah! Just like how Muro-chin got angry with me when-" Murasakibara playfully chidded but then was interrupted by Himuro's hand.

Seito watched as Himuro covered Murasakibara's lips with great effort and observed the pink tint on his cheeks.

"Atsushi, I think you should get started on the batter," Himuro tried to remind him.

"Ahhh, you're right Muro-chin, thank you," Murasakibara then childishly went to mix the batter for his cookies.

But Seito stood there on the tiled floor confused.

What does Uncle Himuro mean when he said the guy she likes?

Seito then shrugged. He'd worry about that later. For now he had his own mission. To make his best friend the happiest birthday celebrant in the world.

.-.-.-.-.

"I guess they got too carried away," Himuro said to himself once he came out of his and Murasakibara's bedroom. On their couch was his lover and on top of him napping was their six-year-old nephew.

Himuro walked to their kitchen where there were plates of their hard labour. Apparently, Seito had asked if they could make cookies for Mizuki's birthday party. And from what it looked like they managed to do a variety of them; chocolate-chip, sugar, ones shaped like a Pokéball, and the sprinkled ones. This was a lot even for Himuro's standards, but knowing Atsushi, he would've made them extra special because it was both for his little sweet nephew (slash godson, whatever) and his adorable niece.

Himuro grabbed the plate of chocolate chip cookies and went to where the two were sleeping.

He smiled at the sight of this giant being of a man and this tiny child curled up on the purple headed man's stomach, his tummy rising and falling along with the body on it.

Himuro took out his smart phone and snapped a picture of the two.

.-.-.-.-.

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.-.-.-.-.

"Okay," Seito cheered himself, "You can do this."

Beforehand, he had asked his Uncle Atsushi and Uncle Himuro to help him get the cookies to Mizuki's house without her noticing. Luckily for them (read: him) Mizuki and her mother were out for the day to do some last-minute shopping for the party as well as to get ready.

Most of the guest had already arrived, now they were just waiting for the birthday girl to arrive.

Seito heard the scratching of rubber on the pavement and quickly stiffened. She was here. He could only hope that she would forgive him for forgetting. Her ignorance really left him in a lonely mood.

It wasn't the same when she wasn't with him. And watching her play with Akemi, really mad him upset for some reason.

There was a pat on his shoulder and he looked up to see his red-haired father in front of him. He quietly handed Seito a small box wrapped in purple and pink.

"Give this to her okay?" Akashi smiled at his son.

"What is it Daddy?"

His teal haired father came to view and reached for his son's arm. Seito was confused what was this? He then heard a sudden click on his arm. He looked at it and was amazed.

Kuroko then put his index finger on his lips and quietly let out a; "Shhh…"

The door opened and everyone exclaimed "Happy Birthday".

"Go," Akashi pushed his son to his closest friend, "Apologise to her."

Making his way out of the crowd was easy, but coming up with something to say to his best friend was something else. This was ridiculous he argued with himself. They were best friends for crying out loud.

So when he finally reached her, she was wearing a purple dress that matched her eyes and her hair wasn't tied in the usual twin tails but was braided just like a crown. She looked just like a princess.

He breathed in as much air as he could and bowed to her.

"Mizu-chan!" He yelled, "I am very sorry for forgetting an important date! Please forgive me!"

And the adults that were within ears reach turned towards the boy who was apologising just waiting for things to unfold.

Meanwhile, their group of friends were nudging and making silent comments to themselves. Teasing the other two.

But Seito didn't pay attention to any of them, he continued to bow pouring his sincerity into his apology.

"Sei-kun?" Mizuki called out to him. And when he looked up he was faced with his best friend trying not to laugh, "What are you doing?"

Seito looked bewildered, composing himself he replied, "I thought you were angry at me!"

"Ahaha!" Mizuki laughed, "Nah, I was just messing with you. It's fun."

Seito pouted, "Does that mean you forgive me now?"

"Of course!" She exclaimed hugging him, "I didn't really mean it."

"Good, because a week without you was really boring," He hugged her as tight as he can, "Happy Birthday Mizu-chan."

"Thanks, Sei-kun."

"Group hug!" Someone shouted and before they knew it they were in a bundle of arms and tangled legs laughing away the day, just like kids would.

And the adults, especially the parents thought it was utterly adorable.

.-.-.-.-.

"Thanks for the cookies Sei-kun," Mizuki smiled at her best friend.

She watched Seito as he sheepishly scratched the back of his head, a habit that he did when he was embarrassed or nervous.

"Ahaha, it was nothing," He said, "Oh hey, here."

She grabbed the present from him and eyed it closely, "What is it?"

"It's your present, dummy-Mizu," He smiled at her.

She nodded understandingly and opened the present. There in the box, was a basketball pendant and on the back was her name. Mizuki, engraved to it.

"Ehh?!" She exclaimed, "This must've cost a lot, Sei-kun!"

"Nah," He grinned, "Now we match."

He showed her his own bracelet, only his said his name on it.

He grabbed the necklace out of her hands and jumped behind her. He unclasped the necklace and placed it on her neck, locking it once again.

"We'll be friends forever, okay?"

"Pinkie promise?" Mizuki held out her small pinky.

"Of course, you and me, we're going to be friends forever."

.-.-.-.-.

Dark.

It was dark.

His head was pounding.

He could hear voices.

He tried to open his eyes but he felt like he was blinded with it.

He caught a glimpse of his Uncle Aomine.

"Seito, hey, you have to stay awake alright?"

Easier said than done.

He was too tired, so he did what he did when he was.

So he slept.

"Seito!"

.-.-.-.-.

"Tetsu, can you promise me you won't freak out?"

"Aomine-kun, what is it?" Kuroko felt a sense of dread in his chest.

"Tetsu, can you come by the hospital where Midorima works at?"

His heart beat was racing now, "Is there any reason why I should?"

"Tetsu, it's Seito. He got caught in a traffic accident."

.-.-.-.-.

Seito's First Broken Bone: Healed

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A/N: *runs away* SORRY FOR THE CLIFFY! I hope you enjoyed that chapter.

Notes: -Seito and Mizuki are not in love (at least not yet. XD)

- Seito's classmates call him Akashi, but majority of his friends call him, "Seito-kun" only Mizuki calls him "Sei-kun".

Anyways, there is more or less four more chapters before this fanfic wraps up. But I'm now in the process of writing another AkaKuro fic. (Pure AkaKuro fic,btw).

SO!... as a prize for your continuous support (and for me not being able to update fast enought), I will give you guys a summary and a short part of it:

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Title: Don't Go

Summary: Akashi Seijuro was an enigma. He was superior, he was the emperor, and the Akashi name was not to be messed with. But one night, he takes interest on a young blue-haired prostitute and takes him home. Model+FashionDesigner!AU

Teaser: "This was all part of your plan right?" Kuroko's voice full of venom and hate towards the man he thought he loved.

"I do not know what you are talking about."

Kuroko's eyes widened in disbelief. His heart felt like it was being crushed to pieces, like it was being stepped on again and again and again. He couldn't bear looking at Akashi, thinking that if he did it would make him breakdown and cry. Make him beg for his forgiveness and have Akashi take him back but no, it was so painfully obvious that Akashi didn't want him back.

And so, Kuroko composed himself. His eyes were blank and at that same time, Akashi faced him.

Akashi knew that it was no longer Tetsuya that he was looking at. His composed physique and his blank eyes were a dead giveaway. He was talking to Kuroko, the Phantom super model that took the nation by surprise. He had broken him for good.

"You dolled me up," Kuroko accused, "Then threw me away when I wasn't needed anymore."

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Should I do it? Haha. :P Okay, I am now officially done with this lengthy Author's note. Sorry if I couldn't reply to you guys, but I promise I will later on. Thank you so much for your reviews/alerts/faves and for all your support. *hugs for all you wonderful people*

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