Title: If You See Kouki

Pairing: AkaFuri

Summary: When people see Kouki, they had a penchant for telling him they love him because a certain captain told them to do so. And Akashi was never a man you want to mess with, especially if he is a murderous captain in love.


The first time it had happened, Furihata had refused to believe it was true. Knowing his teammates and especially Kuroko, he knew that he was being teased again.

A month after the Winter Cup, Kuroko discovered his unusual fascination with his former murderous captain, Akashi Seijuurou, and had taken a penchant on teasing him endlessly causing him to blush and lose his focus more than usual.

But it was seven months after that fateful night of discovery now and Kuroko should have been tired now with all his teasing and his subtle pushing towards Akashi whenever the team had practice matches with Rakuzan.

However, he blushed in embarrassment as Kuroko appeared out of nowhere and spoke so lowly that only he could hear, "I love you, says Akashi-kun."

He might have missed all his shots after that.


The second time it happened, he dropped his mother's precious vase on the floor making him wince at the loud shattering it caused around the house. His mouth dropped open at the man in front of him, brown eyes wide in startle.

He looked at the golden orbs that stared brightly at him before his gaze shifted to a pair of steely blue ones that frown more likely at the exuberant blond rather than him.

Kise's smile doesn't waver at the silent Seirin player, even having the gall to repeat what he had said a couple minutes ago the second Furihata had opened the door to his home.

"I love you, says Akashicchi!"

If he had another vase, he was sure he would drop it again and maybe earn him a lifetime of house arrest for his heinous act—as he was sure his mother would say when she sees the imported vases she likes to collect on the ground, shattered beyond repair.


He tripped on his two feet the third time it happened. He wasn't even up when large hands grab the back of his shirt and he was face with a purple giant. He gulped at the laziness of the gaze and he almost swears that he was going to be eaten had Himuro not scolded the big baby to let him down.

"What?" He had asked in bewilderment. He looked around to see his teammates had stopped playing as well to observe the spectacle in the middle of the court.

Murasakibara huffed in slight irritation, "I love you, says Akashi."

He was probably blushing from head to toe when Kuroko gave a quiet snicker behind him.


He didn't blink anymore when Sakurai had approached him, smiling at him kindly, while Aomine had yawned tiredly behind him.

"What are you doing here, Ryou-kun?" He asked, though the fluttering in his stomach might have given him a clue anyway.

"Daiki wants to say something to you." Sakurai had stepped to the side, leaving Aomine's large built open to him and he promptly stepped back when Aomine had approached. He wonders how Sakurai could have gotten over being so nervous around Aomine.

"Akashi…" Aomine started, unsure if he wants to continue, he glance at Sakurai briefly but Furihata didn't miss the stare, a smile gracing his lips at the concern flashing in the indigo orbs of the ace, "He wants to say… 'I love you'."

His smile is more likely because of Aomine's hesitance to say 'I love you' to anybody else that was not Sakurai but the pounding in his chest is most likely because he hopes that the indirect confession was true.


"I love you." Green eyes peered down on him and the laugh that followed the shooter's declaration gave away Takao's presence from the nearby bush.

"From Akashi?"He asked, unsurely. The seriousness in Midorima's voice had him thinking that the green haired Shutuko player really is confessing to him. And he wouldn't want to be murdered by his good friend for stealing Midorima from him. God knows what runs in Takao's head whenever someone confessed to his lover—it was enough reason for him to stay head over heels in love with the Rakuzan captain when Takao had let them in his head once when he and Kuroko happened to chance upon him in a café sulking three months ago.

Midorima paused before a slow blush blossomed on his face and before long, he felt his face heat up as well.

"Yes." He confirmed before leaving him in the park to tend to his own blush.


He was at the middle of shooting when he heard an undeniably familiar voice, the slight hesitance in his form cause the ball to miss its shot and for him to stiffen when the voice came closer.

"Have you seen Kouki?" The smooth voice told him that he knew where he was but Akashi, in the following months that he came to know the captain, was as teasing as Kuroko, worse even if he had to be honest. He heard his captain shake his head more than anything and he knew it was a conspiracy.

And the dawning realization had him opening his mouth to form a quiet, "Oh!"

"Oh." It was a simple response from the red haired and he hoped it was the end of it, "Then if you see Kouki, would you tell him that I love him."

He turned around in quick motion that he almost got himself dizzy but the moment he had adjusted himself, he came face to face with a smirking porcelain face, eyes staring down on him though they barely have any height differences.

"Akashi-kun." He heard himself say, unconsciously stepping closer to Akashi when the boy cup his cheeks gently, smirk softening into a soft smile.

"Have you seen Kouki?" The question that had been asked countless times in the last couple of months in their gym bounded his ears again and his eyes that had been looking at the ground in shyness, looked up and saw the gentleness of Akashi's eyes.

He guessed he should play along as well to the game that Akashi had set up months ago.

"No. He's probably somewhere around being confessed to through people." He said, an urge to tease the man after everything came rushing to his vein. He knew he would pay for it once he reverted back to the coward Chihuahua, everyone seems to dub him fondly, that he is.

"Really?" Akashi softly let out a gasp in mock surprise before settling into a gentle smile once more, "Then if you see Kouki, would you tell him I love him."

It wasn't much like the first time that had him disbelieving or like the second that had him surprise nor the third that had him tripping or the fourth that left him almost nonchalant at the occurrence or the fifth that made him unsure in its misunderstanding or the hundreds confession following him everywhere he goes after the last one.

The three hundred sixty five times it had happened, he doesn't have a hard time believing it anymore.

Fin!

For AkaFuri Day. :* but I posted it a little earlier for the little 'party' organized by the CAFEIN. I hope you all like it! Please drop a review!

And yes, If You See Kay by The Script made that happen at seven in the morning.