Akashi tried to reassemble his gun when he clicked his tongue in a jealous manner. He came to the admission that he was jealous over them. He disliked the way they interact while he pathetically hidden up there in the highest floor of hotel across the park –watching them in despair.

He had been observing them with the scope of his sweet rifle. He was about to commit an unnecessary crime when he used his M14EBR to watch over them. He almost curled his index-finger over the trigger when he saw the police officer engaged in a silent eye-exchange with his Kuroko Tetsuya.

He couldn't blame it when he himself witnessed the fact that Kuroko, under that pokerface, was happy to encounter an Aomine Daiki.

And Akashi clearly knew that Kuroko had taken a suspect of Aomine being him, the person who mysteriously gave the yellow-chrysanths everyday without mistake. Akashi Seijurou too, as a man with pride, realized that there would come the time when he needed to back off from the competition.

"Tch", done with his weapon, Akashi left the hotel quickly. There was no point to stay there longer –unless he was a masochist secret admirer who'd like to see his crush dazing off over another man, no, Akashi was a sadist and that was a secret the whole world already knew.

Done casually remarking the receptionist that he was going to leave, Akashi walked to the basement where he parked his car and decided to go back to his apartment. Coolly, Akashi clicked the unlock button a second before he held the handle of his car door –neat and precise movement as if every second he'd spent was important –indeed. While adjusting himself to the driver seat, he threw his case with a perfect precision to the passenger seat beside him and swiftly turned on the machine the moment the door slammed close.

He needed to go back to his apartment unless he would let himself be the culprit of hotel and city-park bombardment next morning. Jealousy sure is scary.

On his ride back, Akashi recalled every bit of the painter's expression since the presence of that tanned policeman came in. The redhead sighed as he reassembled every pixel of Kuroko's facial features he could get through the lense of his scope. Never once he imagined, if Akashi Seijurou were the one to show up, would that pokerface of Kuroko Tetsuya's slid off and revealing the stunningly pretty and heartwarming smile to him?

Akashi lost track on his thought until the second he arrived at his destination place, a middle-sized apartment within five floors building in a pretty comfortable surroundings. Akashi didn't like to stand out much by renting a luxurious apartment –that also, could crumble his secret lifestyle as a hitman instantly by inviting people attention on him. He preferred a normal-looking apartment which he could easily drop it off if something was bound to happen to him. Moreover, he got himself an apartment to stay on this city only to keep living on the shadow of his professionality as a hitman, and sure, to get a direct contact with the contractor of his skill –the circle of demands, or should be dully called as an underground organization, which every once in a while sent him a pot of white-chrysanths to inform him that a new target already prepared for him.

The very pure and honest white petal of exact chrysanthemum pot which was currently accosted him in front of his apartment's door.


Chrysanthemum

by fancyshipper

Kuroko no Basket © Fujimaki Tadatoshi

Daisy AU! for AkaKuro, AoKuro


White chrysanthemum: lamentation; grief

It was ridiculous the first time Akashi comprehended the cause of white-chrysanths being chosen as his killing-code. The chosen flower was meant to be used as a clue that the funeral will be held over a certain target. And that upperhand warning also implied the fact that Akashi Seijurou was a pro hitman who finished his target right in an instant without fail, thus the funeral easily confirmed beforehand. It was also a hint that the organization trusted him to get his job done untill the bell of the death confirmed the success of the mission. Of course, none of that mattered for him since he always get his job done as smooth as ever.

Akashi scoffed over his contemplation. The corner of his yellow orb caught a glance of sun rays flashed the soft petals of the chrysanthemum right on his windowsill. It had been a while since the last time he received one. He had already forgotten the feeling of watering the last chrysanths he received last time. Now that he already moved all the plantations to his hiding place at the townside, the current pot he graced right at his apartment's window was the only one he possessed.

Identity confirmed. Accessing information.

The stiff red-head moved his finger swiftly over the mouse while eyes fixated on the pages before his screen. White-chrysanths informed him about new target in which he needed to access the data right to the site specially made for his job. His dichromatic marbles scanned through his new target's profile while head already rearrange hundreds plan. What will he need to do this time? An instant kill with a bullet through head and camouflage it as a suicide? Food-poisoning? A fake robbery with few stabs here and there?

It would be more convenient if he had the ability to disappear and could apply all the mischievous plans without any obstacle towards the target. The skill to be unseen by people just like what his Kuroko Tetsuya possessed.

What-

Every bit movement of Akashi's muscle paused in a shock for the realization that that sacred name suddenly popped out in his mind. Regret rained upon him completely. The fact that he just put the fragile and innocent painter in the same line of murderous-thought of his somehow felt so improper and so.. inhumanly cruel. It was like putting a rabbit in the same line with bunch foxes filled with killing intentions.

Now that he thought about it over and over again, despite the yearning gifts of yellow-chrysanths, he, Akashi Seijurou, never stood a chance to place himself right beside the angel being, Kuroko Tetsuya. Akashi never once was a human being that doubted his capability of turning someone into his possession, yet at this case, the very special case of Kuroko Tetsuya, Akashi couldn't have a picture of him standing right beside his object of interest and taking on the world together. Never once an image of them being together flashing his mind, or even in his wildest dream.

Afterall, in the first place, he was the one who hid himself and supposed to be gone from Kuroko's sight. Something pure shouldn't get paired with something impure as himself, isn't it?

A painter, a hitman, and a police.

Akashi snickered in defeat as he clicked his mouse to flip the profile of his target, marking the date in which he planned to execute his job.

Kuroko would be better off together with the one who would neutralize that impurity.


Kuroko sighed in a hidden cue of exasperation. The last three days had been the most exhausting days he had ever had in the history of his emotion roller coaster. Kuroko stood rigidly behind the cashier as he tried to compose himself not to crumple the magazine on his hand. His cerulean blue eyes swept the whole room of the antique-store as he stared at the clock. If it were the very beginning of the week, Kuroko would have already left the store to open his painting-booth at the park. But then since it was already days up to weekend, Kuroko obliged to stay at the store to keep it managed when Hyuuga and Riko were both away.

Recalling such uncomfortable memories towards the park, Kuroko closed the magazine and head slumped in defeat. That man, that very man Aomine Daiki!

Kuroko breathed out a laugh to himself. He had been waiting for that man to return, to meet him again to fulfill the appointment of an oil-canvas self-portrait, yet that man never once again showed up his nose since the last time they've met. Kuroko had been struggling to prepare all the utensils and all he had in return was none.

It was like an indirect humiliation for a grown-up man like him, to get so annoyed like a girlfriend getting dumped. Kuroko hated that feeling so much he wished he never grew a liking and an attraction to the other party. A curiosity, Kuroko would like to choose, or a suspicion.

Not only the absence of that man which triggered Kuroko to get mad that much, but Kuroko was also being bothered by the fact that for the past three days he was waiting, the yellow-chrysanths presents was still arrived on time –in front of the store doorstep.

Kuroko glanced at the clock once more. The time for the chrysanths to arrive was drawing near. Kuroko would like to end it in one go. He couldn't stand it anymore.

Especially ever since the presence of Aomine Daiki was playing too much trick inside his head.


Aomine gulped nervously. A brown bag stuffed with cakes and vanilla milkshake gripped tight to his side. It didn't matter how heartless he could be as a man, Aomine knew that the past few days he had committed such an unforgivable sin. His chief had been dragging him in and out for a similar operation and forced him to be away from the city for most of the day. By the time he was arrived back home in the city, the sun already drowned and the red-hue darkness started to occupy the whole scenery.

What made him guilty that much was because, for almost days straight, he caught a sight of a certain painter walking down the road back from the park, having difficulties with the lot of stuffs he had. One that Aomine knew is a blank prepared white canvas, which most likely brought for his request.

Yesterday, hurriedly back from his station, Aomine sneaked up to the park right when the sun was about to descend. He had the thought that the new acquaintance of his would have waited for his appearance, but then he never imagined that the painter was so well determined to wait him until the last sunrays dropped off. With the painful throbbing within his heart, Aomine halted himself for showing up and decided to stalk the painter back to the the antique-store. In which in his next unoccupied day, Aomine planned to pay a visit there as well as an apology attempt.

To which brought himself walked down the side road, awkwardly striding his leg to the antique-store.


Akashi swiftly rotated his wrist to cast a glance at his watch. It's about time.

The redhead, in his most convinced steps, walked straight to the antique-store. Without any suspicious motion, Akashi stopped himself in front of the window display and earned himself a view in where a mop of soothing blue hair hidden well behind the cashier. He smiled to himself while hands softly put a pot of yellow-chrysanths right in front of the door.

After putting down his present, Akashi sloshed both his hands to his black leather jacket, somehow the tip of his fingers could grasped the cold metal of Heckler&Koch USP Elite on his side underneath the garment. Before executing his murderous plan to fulfill the request of new white-chrysanths, Akashi would like to imprint deep the faceless feature of his object of interest inside his head. He would like to remind himself that there was still a reason for him to be able to stay as a human –and that was, Kuroko Tetsuya- before he, ironically, was about to commit something inhumanly acceptable.

When he squint his red and yellow marbles to swallow down the scenery, Akashi remembered those times when the teal haired painter man was standing curiously in front of the store, not wanting to let go of the chance to know the culprit of the chrysanths. At those times, Akashi had to deal himself with few childrens to be a messenger for him –indirectly giving the present to the curious store clerk without presenting himself in front of the store. Now that the time went by steadily, the excitement that the painter held for his true identity is slowing down. Or was it really the case?

Akashi was suddenly taken aback by a certain presence from the corner or the road. He tilted his head slightly only to get himself a sight of Aomine Daiki walking down the road, eyes determined fully on the brown sign of antique store before him. Eyes widened in surprise, Akashi hurriedly and still, composedly, left the exact ground.

It was a lie if Akashi didn't know what happened for the past days between Kuroko Tetsuya and that Aomine Daiki. Not that he concerned if Aomine Daiki was indeed a jerk –forcing the innocent painter to patiently wait for him-, but since Akashi was always watching Kuroko from afar, due to the unhappy occurences of the tanned man's absence, sometimes Akashi's eyes would warily scanned the park only to make sure that Kuroko would be home safe and sound after staying in the park longer than he usually did.

Now that Akashi saw Aomine Daiki about to reach the antique-store, Akashi knew that this was about the time for his yellow-chrysanths to stop. Kuroko Tetsuya's long awaited man finally came and then there was no need for Akashi to linger over him anymore –though Akashi doubted that he would be able to stop watching over him.

Hovered his hands close to his face, as the smell of yellow-chrysanths left on his fingers struck his nose, Akashi walked away from the store, determined enough not to look back.

Even so, Akashi was very much aware of what was about to happen after he left.


Author's note:

I don't care what's happening anymore. So well I just put it here and yeah uhm bye and err see you the next 20th umm maybe yeah okay. Thanks.