Story Warnings: Kagami x Kuroko; Akashi x Furihata; Aomine x Kise; Midorima x Takao; Murasakibara x Himuro; GoM x Kuroko (past); possessive! Kagami, Aomine, and Akashi; Ultimate Uke Kuroko and Ultimate Uke Furihata; Seductive/Power Uke Kise; Language; Explicit content; Underage Drinking
Disclaimer: I do not own the Kuroko no Basuke series and I gain no profit for this work of fiction.
Part 3: No Telling What Saturday Will Bring (Night 1)
At Night
Before Seirin landed in Daytime…
Most members of the team were unconscious, comfortably reclined in seats that were roomy enough for two and soft enough to compete with an actual bed. Kawahara slept in the seat directly behind Kuroko, Fukuda directly across from Kawahara in the next row, also sleeping, and the phantom sixth had no idea what Furihata was up to because the shy first year probably sat in the seat behind Fukuda, out of Kuroko's sight.
Tetsuya was reading, book in his lap, and used his only available hand to flip the page as he finished each one. It was a dry romance novel - but totally Kuroko's cup of tea - a genre that he recently took interest in after beginning his own love life. Kuroko was into all things romance.
He appreciated even the really cheesy cliché stories, as long as he could relate and understand them.
These stories inspired him to be a fool in love with his Kagami. They were why he encouraged his boyfriend to act lovey dovey with him most of the time. But not always. Kagami-kun needed a break from the embarrassment of proving just how love sick he was.
Kuroko single-handedly closed the short novel. Placed it in the empty seat to his left. He finished that story. And now he wanted to stretch his legs. Maybe get out of his seat. He could go see if Furihata was sleep like the others.
Before getting out of the seat with Kagami, Kuroko stared down at the ace, who laid back in his seat, fully reclined like the others. Except one arm folded behind his head for a makeshift pillow, comfortable enough that Kagami snored softly (and drooled like a little baby). As if asleep in his own bed at home. Kuroko just had to smile at the sight of Kagami, so serene and at peace. Kuroko wondered if Kagami-kun ever dreamed about anything, and if so…what about? He hoped one day he and Kagami-kin could easily talk about their dreams with one another. Good and bad ones.
Atop Kagami's chest was a relaxed hand, rising and falling as he respired. After Taiga fell asleep, Tetsuya placed his smaller hand over Kagami's to be slightly apologetic about his earlier withdrawal. He and Kagami-kun hadn't spoken at all since boarding this flight.
Despite that news, they were naturally in sync. No words were required when Kagami secured his bag above the seat, taking Kuroko's next ('cause he was short), then dropped down into his seat. Headphones in. He'd exchanged a few words with the others - said nothing to Kuroko - and then proceeded to retreat into his own world. However, at his side - in his seat - was plenty of room. For one person of a certain size to fit. There was an extra seat right beside Taiga's, more than enough space to fit Kuroko's behind. But Tetsuya had a cushion for his sore backside, he placed it in Kagami's chair, in the open space next to the ace's narrow hip, and sat on the plush surface.
Kagami sensed him there, but didn't protest. He'd expected Kuroko to do that. Hence why he left room for the bluenette in the first place.
Kuroko knew he was supposed to sit here too. There were times when he could read Kagami's mind. He planned to leave Kagami's side. Just for a second. So that he could go visit Furihata. Kuroko didn't think he would be gone long.
But one thing first.
He pulled out his black, erasable marker, stashed in his bag for just this occasion. Kuroko was a terrible drawer, but lately he practiced. He learned to create lips and kissy faces. And anyone could draw hearts. And eyelashes. Oh, a mustache would look handsome. Kagami-kun would look good with whiskers… almost done.
For the finishing touch he placed a gentle kiss to Taiga's whiskered cheek.
That was fun.
Kuroko walked past more than a few rows, surprised to see Furi at the very back of their section. Did the brunette want to sleep undisturbed?
Kuroko appeared beside Furi.
"Hi." He whispered. And though softly spoken, Kuroko scared the soul out of Furi, who was wide awake and screamed at the top of his lungs.
No one woke.
"Ku-Ku-ro-" It would take a sec to stop shaking.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know you were so focused on reading that you didn't see me."
A moment of silence with the calm faced Kuroko Tetsuya and soon after, Furihata was able to return to normal. But still slightly afraid. Not of Kuroko exactly, but of the suddenness.
Kuroko: the master of popping up out of nowhere, and frightening folks. He didn't always mean to do that…
"It's..it's alright." Furi needed to convince himself mostly, trying to relax.
Kuroko observed him silently, but otherwise his pale blue eyes looked happy to not be alone, while everyone else had their unconscious, peaceful dreams.
"I'm glad you're awake."
"Hai." Furi smiled too. Though he'd been back here minding his business, he was glad for someone to come join him. He wasn't antisocial. He simply didn't want to bother the others, or anger them. They all seemed to desire solitude.
Furi knew Kuroko and Kagami did. Because while everyone sat with an empty seat beside them, Seirin's light and shadow couple chose to share a seat. At the very front. So Furi sat in the way back. Hoping not to disrupt Kuroko and Kagami more than anyone else.
But now Kuroko was back here with him instead. So Furi had to wonder why.
"Are you and Kagami still fighting?" It explained why Kuroko came to sit here with him.
"We didn't fight." Kuroko denied. He truly believed that wasn't what happened. Though he and Kagami had yet to talk about it.
"Kagami looked mad, though." As they boarded their plane, Kagami was the grouchiest of them all. Furi stayed completely out of his way.
"Since we started dating, Kagami-kun has never been mad at me for real. He doesn't think he can be. That's what he told me." Kuroko believed him. For the most part.
"Yeah, but… he hasn't talked to you." Furihata paid close attention to them, so he noticed.
"We don't always talk. Sometimes, we don't have anything to say. But we still want to spend time together." Kuroko cherished those moments. They felt natural.
"Really?" It sounded complex to Furi. He couldn't imagine two people keeping company and just not saying ANYTHING to each other.
"Hai." Kuroko confirmed.
"So… what's it like?"
Kuroko thought he knew what Furi was asking him, but he had to be sure and ask Furi to clarify.
"Are you asking about sex?"
You couldn't blame Kuroko for the misunderstanding. Furi phrased his question in a terrible way.
Plus Kise always tried getting Kuroko to reveal what he and Kagami did in the bedroom. All the time. Always asking in a similar way that Furi had. Except Kise was far less indirect about it.
He didn't immediately freeze up and go dead silent like Furihata just did, either.
"I've never told anyone about what I do to Kagami-kun or what he does to me. But if you want to know what it's like, I usually cum before he does-"
Kuroko was known for being blunt. But he wouldn't have said such a thing if he knew Furihata shied at mentions of sex, and nearly fainted after what Kuroko just said. He was really only comfortable talking about what made guys attractive. Like a nice build. Muscles. Stylish clothes. A nice haircut. A handsome face. The most basic things.
Furihata eventually wanted to ask Kuroko about sex. But realized he wasn't ready…
"H-hold on. I'm not…" His head was hurting based on the very vague details Kuroko had shared. But maybe his headache was due to all the blood draining from his brain. Simply having no idea what two guys did in the bedroom. Besides maybe touch each other between the legs, which was the only sexual thing Furi had ever conjured up in his mind. He never thought about having sex with a girl either. He only went out with them because he thought they were pretty, or smart, or had amazing personalities. He was only interested in guys because they could also be those things (though Furi was more into handsome guys, not the pretty ones). But guys played basketball. Furi's favorite sport. And magazine to read.
So Furihata liked talented and attractive guys. He couldn't imagine himself having sex with them. Even though he was really curious about it.
"Did I say too much?"
"Uh, yeah. Sort of. But… but I'm glad."
"About what I said about sex?"
"No! Not sex! Ah-" One of Furi's lungs shrank to the size of a nut; as he looked incredibly nervous, he also looked like he lacked oxygen. "I mean I -" Made sure to take a breath. "I don't-" Filled lungs. "KnowAlotAboutSex." Said it all in exhale.
Furi's heart pounded. He held his chest and struggled to breathe normally.
"Calm down, Furihata-kun."
"Ju-just one second."
Kuroko gave him exactly one second.
"Maybe it'll help if I made you a promise?"
Kuroko could correctly tell what was going on here. He understood that Furihata-kun was nervous and shy when it came to things about sex. Kuroko was like that for his very first time… and he was like that on his very first real date. He also correctly assumed Furihata has never had sex. But would know anyway, based on what Furi just said.
But Furi's reaction made Kuroko believe the brunette had a better understanding than Furi himself believed. There were reasons to react like that when it came to sex. To be shy about it. Kuroko was a great example of that. He was the furthest thing from shy. But when losing his virginity, and especially the first time having an orgasm, he felt so different. He blushed for the entire duration of the act, and was shy whenever his (then) lover looked directly in his face. So Furi seemed to understand that sex could be an unnerving experience. At first. Kuroko enjoyed it more than ever now.
But there were contrary times. Sex with Kagami-kun had its moments where Kuroko felt like a virgin all over again. And he got incredibly shy in front of the redhead. There were also times when Kuroko needed Kagami to look at him. Because his intense gazes got Kuroko to cum.
Regardless of personal experiences, Kuroko felt a sense of duty sweep over him.
"A promise?" Furi's face still showed some fluster, but now he was better. And Kuroko made him incredibly curious.
Furi was in good hands. Kuroko was a man of his word. When making a promise with Kuroko, know it would be kept.
"If you're concerned about witnessing Kagami-kun and I having sex, don't be. I promise that we won't have sex if you're in the room."
By room, Kuroko meant suite. He didn't know the rooms would be divided until he got there. But based only on the definition of his words, "room" wasn't completely synonymous with "suite." So fast forward (to what happened when Furi was in the shower), and it was just as Kagami said: Furi wasn't in the room.
But at this moment, Furi was right in front of Kuroko. And felt his spirits lift. Kuroko was so considerate of him!
"Thank you, Kuroko. That's so nice…"
"Of course. Kagami-kun is my best friend too. So we can have fun without being in bed, under the covers all day."
Furi blinked. Maybe Kuroko just said something awkward. But the fact that he had to think about it was an indication to Furi that he was warming up to Seirin's eleventh.
Kuroko's reference to sex right now didn't make him want to go hide under a rock.
"I'm happy for you and Kagami, Kuroko."
And perhaps one day soon, Furi thought he would be able to talk to Kuroko about it.
Kuroko nodded gratefully. Then his sight drifted down to Furihata's lap. An open magazine and hands on top it.
"What are you reading?" He was being polite by asking. But it was so obvious that he could tell.
"This is my monthly basketball issue!" Furi was excited to say.
"Is it the new one?"
"No, it isn't. But this is one of my favorites!"
Furi easily handed it over to Kuroko. Very willing to share, and wanting to talk about all the awesome athletes that he liked in that issue.
Kuroko gently took the mag from Furi, and made sure to hold it like the precious item Furi claimed it to be.
He quickly recognized that Akashi-kun was on the front and featured in this issue. But Kuroko didn't say anything about it.
"I wrote on some of the pages. But that's because…" He trailed off.
He wanted nothing more than to share this with Kuroko. He didn't think Kuroko would laugh or judge him. He already trusted Kuroko as his teammate. But just recently he trusted Kuroko with his sexuality too. He didn't want to discuss sex with him right now. But Furi felt it was quite alright to tell Kuroko about his attraction to guys.
"Do you like some of these players?"
"Huh? Oh! I… yes!"
They both knew the kind of like Kuroko was talking about.
"It's okay Furihata-kun."
Kuroko continued flipping through the magazine, but stopped on some of them and commented that he also thought some of them were interesting. Very quickly, Furi pointed out the guys he had crushes on. Each of them had their pages marked. Kuroko chuckled at that. Because he thought it was a bit girly to do that. But Kuroko wouldn't be the one to explicitly judge. He also forced Kagami-kun to do "girly" things with him. Like watch romance films. Which apparently guys didn't do.
Kuroko didn't understand why a guy didn't bother to watch romantic movies. Kuroko didn't at first. He does now.
Near the middle of the magazine, Kuroko's face turned pale (he tended to have a rosy tint to his cheeks nowadays) in a mild display of shock.
And when he turned to get a read on Furi – perhaps question him – the brunette was the opposite of Kuroko. Completely red in the face.
Furihata hadn't intended for Kuroko to find out who his BIGGEST celebrity/basketball teen crush was.
-Part 3: At Night-
How the heck had this happened?
Furi was following behind Kagami and the others (minus Kuroko), then stopped for a second to admire a brilliant view outside the wide window to his left. It was something he'd seen a million times. But Furi never grew tired of it.
After that, he started walking behind everyone else again. His head turned, remaining on the view of black sky, black sand, and contrasting crystal blue waters. Again, he stopped.
Suddenly faced forward to Kagami and the others but - their backs- no longer in front to follow. Just a wide, long, vacant hall! And it seemed there was no end.
Running along, he turned the corner. No one there either! How the heck could they have gotten away so fast?
And great! Furihata forgot his cell, so he couldn't call anyone.
He was hopeless.
Plus didn't know where he was going; no one but Kagami seemed to know how to get around in this place, everyone up this point just followed him. Not paying attention or attempting to map out the place. Especially Furihata.
Since he arrived in town, all Furi did was run back and forth, not trying to figure out where to go, but very excited to be here. He could not believe it. Or ever imagine the beauty of the sights he'd seen. He couldn't even dream about a place this majestic! It was beyond his average creativity. But Furi admired the same sights over and over. Everything remained new and fresh. No matter how many times he'd seen it.
Traveling was now his favorite thing to do. He never left Tokyo before. Wasn't even familiar with what attracted foreigners to the cities other than Tokyo in Japan. And even then, Tokyo was so huge, Furi doubted he'd seen all of it himself. So he thought.
But how soon could he leave Tokyo again? And where to next?
He wanted to go somewhere overseas again. If only he had more money…
For now, Furi needed to focus on traveling back to his room. But wouldn't this be a journey? He didn't know where he was going!
He began slowly walking in the direction he'd came. This was his best chance.
But some good news: the hall was no longer vacant. There were two young looking guys, probably teenagers, one blonde and one with dark brown hair.
Based on Furi's experiences so far, all the people at this resort and in this town were very friendly. And no one he encountered thus far could speak Japanese (besides his friends and the miracles). Though that didn't stop Furi. He knew how to say Hello and Thank You. Yes, he had an accent. Not even that could stop him. It made him nervous and unconfident when he talked, and he may come off as having a phobia of social interactions, but he still tried talking to people.
He wanted to get the whole cultural experience of being in a new country. And possibly the best way to do that was to talk with its citizens.
He approached the two guys, quickly realizing that they were very attractive and athletic looking, which got him nervous. Couldn't look directly at them. But he at least faced in their direction, looking at their feet (wearing sandals) while he introduced himself.
"Um.. hello. I am Furihata."
No response.
"Um… lost! Room!"
Crap. This is what sucked about English in Japan. Everyone knew a couple of words. Proper grammar was scarce!
"I don't think he's from around here."
"He's not. I can tell he's Japanese. He's cute."
The guys were beginning to finally talk amongst themselves. Furi having no idea what they were saying. He jumped at the shoulders the minute he heard them speaking English. Which he correctly assumed they were speaking.
"Japanese? Really? That's exotic. You're fucking lucky, mate."
"Totally. Just my type."
Their fists connected. Then the blonde guy waved Furi out of his stupor. The Seirin school boy was still concentrating on the floor at his feet.
"Are you lost?"
Furi froze up. Hearing the fluent Japanese language – with only a slight accent – come from one of them. Furihata stopped being bashful, eyes shooting up. Now he could look them in the face directly. No longer feeling as intimidated and socially awkward. Now connected to them because one of them spoke his language.
"Hai!" Furi answered and smiled. He was so grateful that the one with flaxen locks was kind enough to try to communicate and help him out.
"You don't know the direction of your room? Where are you trying to go?
Furihata thought that if he got back to his room, then he could wait for Kuroko to get back (Kuroko was visiting in Kise's room right now), and the two of them could walk together to meet back up with Kagami and the others.
"I'd like to go back to my room. But I don't know the direction."
"And your room number?"
Oh no…
"I… I can't remember." He'd forgotten that he didn't remember the room number. And now he remembered he didn't even have his key. But was sure Kagami had his. Kuroko too!
Furi needed Kuroko or Kagami to get into the room. So if these guys could help him to his room that would be great! But he would have to wait outside of the door until Kuroko, or Kagami, got there.
Furi's eyes fell again. Flustered and thinking he looked stupid to these tall, kind, and attractive Australians standing before him.
Why was he so helpless right now? Of all times to be.
"He doesn't know his room number."
"We gonna help him out, or…"
"He looks sad. I'm thinking that I should take him back to my room, get to know him and help him feel a lot better."
"Man, Ethan. You really are a horny bastard…"
The blonde turned back to Furi.
"Don't worry, alright? Me and my friend will walk you around until we've found the right place."
That cheered Furihata up again. He smiled up at the taller blonde. The bilingual one.
"Thank you. Thank you so much!"
Furi thought that maybe he was making a friend with someone overseas. This was only Furi's first night here, so perhaps he would see this guy again?
He followed behind them. Just like all those time he simply followed Kagami. They were taking Furi in neither the direction he came or his three friends went. But down a completely different hall Furi definitely wouldn't recognize. He wasn't paying attention to his whereabouts anymore. He trusted that these guys had a better idea of how to navigate this place than he did.
Usually Furi was more cautious, but was more desperate right now. He wished to be safely back in his room and with his friends again.
He closely observed and listened while the two guys talked. Studying their lips and the sound of their foreign speech.
"Think you're interested in joining us?"
"Do you really want to share him?"
"No. But you don't want to miss out, do you? He looks like the type to cry when he's cumming. I bet he doesn't moan, but whimpers while you fuck him instead."
"You're sick… but even I'll admit that's hot. I'm in."
"Couldn't imagine a better way to spend my night. I'm deprived. Oh, man have you seen that Japanese blonde running around?"
"A Japanese blonde?"
"Yeah. He's so sexy. I swear. I leave in 3 days, and I'm going to do all I can to at least make out with him before I go."
"What? Then let me have this one!" He tilted his head back to Furi.
Furi blinked curiously up at them, watching closely when one spoke. He was hoping he could be cool like Kagami and learn some English while staying here. If he became friends with one of these guys - likely the one who spoke Japanese - then he'd ask for a few lessons. But nothing that made him seem like a bother.
After some time of walking with them, Furi's attention drifted to the beautiful interior of the place. Which he always watched, instead of where he was going. But he couldn't help that this was a brand new place that an average boy like himself had never been before.
He needed to get out more.
But, the sight of the indoor pool was new. Furi remembered that Kagami said this place had one. But as a group they hadn't the opportunity to come check it out yet. A shame. Because as Furi took a view inside the pool room, he was in awe.
It looked like a pool that Australia's national swim team might practice in!
That was true. It was a gigantic pool hall. A lot of people were in there now that the sky was dark. There was music playing inside. And if Furi ever passed the indoor pool hall, he definitely would have remembered it.
That was the cue for him to look up front, and ask one of the tall natives a question.
"Excuse me. Does this hall lead directly into the lobby?"
The Japanese fluent Australian turned to answer him.
"No. But if we catch the elevators further down this way, we can start searching for your room."
"Oh! My room is on the 7th floor!" Furi correctly remembered.
"Alright. But do you mind if we drop my friend off on the 5th floor first?"
Ethan's friend turned to look at Furi now too.
"I don't mind." The Seirin first year gave it no deep thought.
"Alright. Thanks for being understanding." The blonde smiled at him.
"Hai. Thank you for helping me." Furi smiled back.
"Anytime."
The natives didn't say anything after that. Not even to each other.
Furi was still traveling past the pool room with them. It was that long of a hall. But they were almost past it. And approaching its entrance. Right before he passed it up, Furi peeked through the door. Though he didn't stop to look this time.
When he searched for familiar faces, there was no one he knew. And no Japanese faces. Just Australian.
The world suddenly seemed much bigger than Furihata recalled.
Now he waited patiently in the elevator circle lobby with the guys that were helping him. But then Furi felt bad. It was like charity. They didn't even know him. So weren't they were going out of their way? Just for him. A stranger.
"Excuse me."
By now, he was conditioned to look at and only socialize with the blonde one.
"What is it?"
"I think I can walk around on the seventh floor by myself. If you want to stay on the 5th floor with your friend, I'll be fine on my own."
Furi really believed he would be fine on his own. Now, anyways. He was a lot less worried.
"What's he saying?" The blonde's friend asked.
"He wants to go to the seventh floor to look for his room alone."
"You think he's suspicious of us?"
"No. He's just shy. He probably thinks he's a bother."
"So what now?"
"I'll convince him to still go to the fifth floor with us. I've got it covered."
Furi waited while they talked. The elevator button was already pressed, so now the threesome - Furihata and the two Australians - were just waiting for its "ding" of arrival.
"Hey. It's alright. My room is on the seventh floor too. It makes sense if we all just stay together. After I drop my friend off, I'll go search with you."
His "genuine" kindness and insistence managed to persuade Furi.
"Thank you so much." He repeated. Quieter this time.
"I really want to help you out. Relax. I've always been a nice guy." He laughed.
Furi didn't. But his lips twitched. And he looked away. Honestly, Furi was nervous that a good looking stranger was being nice to him. That didn't happen to him often.
Now the elevator was here. The ding that everyone had been waiting for.
One out of 5 available elevators had arrived.
Furihata was standing in the middle, a few inches behind the two Australians, and before anyone walked up to the elevator door, they planned to make room for a potentially big group of visitors exiting from inside.
Patient and calm right before the sliding doors opened, Furi felt his heartbeat speed up. He mistakenly believed that he was getting excited at the possibility of seeing someone that he recognized and called his friend to step out from that elevator. Like Kagami. Like Kuroko. Like Kawahara and Fukuda. Any of those 4. But it would be better if it was all of them together.
That was when more than half the Rakuzan team stepped out. The only people in that spacious elevator. Akashi walked out first, in the middle, directly in Furihata's line of sight. Nebuya on Akashi's right. Mayuzumi on his left. Each carried a bottle of water (Nebuya currently drowning his), and each carried 2 plastic bags each. Full of unknown contents. But they looked like cases of something. And bottles clinked inside.
Furihata was the only one – out of the two guys with him – to recognize exactly who the person to get off the elevator was. And recognized the guys on either side of the miracle captain. With Nebuya now here, he was easily bigger than the two Australians accompanying Furi. No one - except Furi - paid attention to Mayuzumi. His lack of presence not quite as powerful as Kuroko's, but a reasonable invisibility.
Akashi had the most commanding presence. Naturally.
Yet Ethan and "his friend" intended to continue on ahead. Determined to retire in their room for the night. With a nice little treat that they had picked up along the way. They walked straight forward. As if expecting Akashi and his gang to simply step aside for them. But soon stopped proceeding forward.
They were very confused. Akashi nor Nebuya nor Mayuzumi broke their group formation. They stayed standing in a perfect line that guarded the waiting elevator. And they were at ease. Nebuya finishing off his water. Akashi maintaining strict composure. Mayuzumi doing nothing much.
The lack of mobility caused the two Australians to become awkward. But they tried to step forward past Akashi again to get inside the elevator. Past Akashi.
Again, they were confused. And mistaken if they thought they could just walk past Akashi Seijuuro.
When Akashi stopped, you stopped. When Akashi moved, you could move. No questions.
From the minute Seijuuro strolled off the elevator with his two teammates behind him, his visual sense acknowledged Furi. His very first and only acknowledgement. The brunette was directly across from him. And looked small, helpless, and unconfident. Akashi immediately recognized this one.
"I know you."
He was a Seirin member. The courageous one… though he was only a little kitten on the court. The same one that looked terrified to face him. But still tried.
A handsome smirk defined Akashi's perfect mouth.
He didn't lie often to himself. Or others. He would admit that it pleased him greatly to have that kind of effect. Where someone feared him.
"Akashi?"
Nebuya was ignored.
"Where are your teammates?" Akashi asked Furi.
A quick evaluation of the situation and Akashi immediately knew that the weak player from Seirin was in the company of strangers.
That was never a good sign.
Unsurprisingly, there was no response to him. Not from Furihata at least. The blonde Australian knew what was being said. And decided to speak when not spoken to.
"He's lost. But we're helping him so you can move along. He really wants to get back to his room."
Nebuya and Mayuzumi were a bit surprised to hear an Australian speaking their language fluently. Akashi, not so much. He already suspected that at least one of the strangers knew Japanese. It was an easy way to get a foreign person to warm up and trust you. Especially if they felt isolated or abandoned.
There was just one more thing Akashi needed to be sure of.
He set his eyes on the Australian that had yet to say anything. Or do anything besides stand there. Almost blocking Furi from sight. And was startled when Akashi unexpectedly looked at him, instead of Ethan, who had been the one to speak Japanese and interact with him in the first place. Akashi hadn't even acknowledged Ethan. The miracle captain immediately broke gaze from Furi, settling his sights on the native that was guarding Furi. The brunette not the blonde.
"Why are you helping him?"
And now it was their turn to be shocked at the fluent English that Akashi spoke. Not even a foreign accent. But perfect pronunciation.
Nebuya and Mayuzumi weren't surprised. Furihata was not surprised. Furihata read in a magazine that Akashi had begun learning English at a very young age. Akashi knew English as well as Japanese.
Akashi knew everything.
"We're helping him because we want to. That's why."
And he also knew what was going on here. Only an idiot would not know. Only someone of average intellect could not piece things together.
The elevator still waited. Not many people were in their rooms. And if they were, that meant they would be there for the remainder of the night.
Akashi, Nebuya, and Mayuzumi were the exception. They had plans. And they had somewhere to be. Soon. So these plans could be carried out in success.
Akashi had not another minute to waste here. His precious 5 minutes of entertaining pieces of trash were 5 minutes that he would never get back.
Time to end it.
"Your help ends here. We will return him to his friends."
And now Akashi was done.
"Hey mate, get your own-"
Akashi raised his hand to silence. His Just Didn't Give a Fuck aura all it took to cut the blonde guy off. Again, Akashi was done. But didn't have patience or mercy for a goddamn rapist's excuse. No.
He could no longer stand the sight of this son of a bitch.
"Nebuya."
On call, Nebuya crushed his plastic bottle and flexed his bonafide bicep with a yawn. Then raised the twin bicep to flex them both together. His eyes closed.
The two guys seemed to get it. If a fight was to break out, Akashi would only need Nebuya to handle it. But that wasn't all.
For one, these guys were outnumbered - they'd have to deal with a bulky, 6 foot tall dude that looked like he could lift 150 pound weights with a finger; a king or emperor type with one red, one gold eye, and probably a lot stronger than he looked… like ripped beneath the shirt; and the other one they just now noticed, who had yet to say anything, but would do whatever Akashi wanted – maybe even kill you – probably had muscles like the other two.
They had no doubt that all three of these guys were packing beneath their shirts. The Australians no longer doubted which was the stronger, winning side.
But even if they weren't outnumbered. Say, only if they had to deal with the red haired guy... they still wouldn't try anything. He was the least tall. But looked the most dangerous.
Power wasn't simply being freakishly big or tall… a lesson learned.
"Ethan. I think we should go. It's not like this is worth it. Not for some easy sex."
With their intentions being explicitly stated for Akashi to hear - and guess what - Nebuya as well. Because Mayuzumi was the only one among the trio of Rakuzan players that didn't speak fluent English.
At their words, Nebuya seriously considered punching their faces in. He was angry. But not furious, considering that fury was much more intense than anger.
Akashi was easily the furious one.
And these two bastards believed Nebuya the biggest, therefore the strongest. But they knew nothing. Akashi was the strongest one. Before his father became strict on him, even at a young age, Akashi had countless fights. Bigger children thought that they could pick on him for his size. Though those were the abnormally large children saying that to him, Akashi the one who was truly of average size. But Seijuuro knew the truth was: size of your body could be overcome. Just like bullying.
No one pushed him around for long. That much was certain.
But facing a type of bully once again, one of the worst kind, Akashi was a lot stronger than he used to be. Fortunately, far more disciplined as well. These guys were the fortunate ones, not Akashi.
Because boy… if Akashi wasn't a cold blooded killer. Of your future. You would wish you were dead. In Akashi's adult world, he was aware that he didn't have to use violence to solve a problem. Him, personally. He would, in the future, if necessary, have someone hired to do that for him.
There was always someone out there who had to get their hands dirty. Not Akashi. He couldn't afford it.
"Both of you return to your rooms for the night. But not only that, pray we never meet again. In the event that we do, I will do everything within my power to ruin and crush you with all the power that I possess intellectually, physically, and financially."
And he would keep his word. But for now, he was simply a powerful young man on vacation. He was taking a break from work. As he promised himself. And promised Tetsuya.
He had to let it all out. But not through bloodshed.
"Did you bastards hear what he said? You'll be lucky if we keep out mouths shut about what you were just trying to do."
Nebuya addressed them only after he saw how they were just standing there all quiet and shit. He was tired of looking at them. If they didn't beat it, he was going to beat them.
And they still weren't getting past Akashi to get to the elevator.
"Get hell out of here." Nebuya nodded over to the tall sets of stairs next to the elevators. He carefully watched them to make sure that they wouldn't use any of the other 4 elevators either.
They beat it. Walking with their heads held low. They'd never made been able to look Akashi straight in the eye to challenge him. They were truly cowards.
Furihata on the other hand…
He didn't know what else to do but to retreat as the miracle captain approached him. He showed signs of fear. But that wasn't what it was. Not exactly.
Akashi didn't make him afraid.
"What's your name?"
The Rakuzan leader trapped Furi to the wall opposite the elevators. He was curious about how Furi ended up alone and in danger. For someone who was aware that Furi was almost violated and very vulnerable at the moment, Akashi still swooped down on him like he was prey.
Akashi didn't have issues with personal space. As long as he was the one who invaded it.
Furi stopped breathing. He thought he might die soon. Perhaps he was already dead. If he didn't tear his eyes away from Akashi's, his beating heart would leap from his chest. And he'd die.
He'd been about this close to Akashi before. But it was different this time. Furi suffered from a secret condition. And it only developed following Seirin's game against Rakuzan last winter.
Akashi was like…Furi was star-struck. But that wasn't his secret condition.
Furihata felt faint...
"You think they drugged him or something?" Nebuya asked when he noted the red fluster and dizzy spell on Furi's face.
"That's possible. But his pupils look normal."
Akashi handed over the items he carried to Mayuzumi. Then asked Nebuya to go buy a bottled water for Furi at the nearby vending machine.
Next, Akashi manually checked Furihata's temperature and pulse.
"His pulse is faster than normal, but not abnormal." Akashi told Mayuzumi. "And he's warmer than usual, but no sign of a fever."
Though Akashi wasn't a certified doctor. He didn't have the proper equipment to know for certain about Furihata's state. Unless he asked.
"Did they give you anything to drink or to eat?"
Nothing. Furi said nothing.
Nebuya came back with the water right after Akashi asked Furi a question.
"Did you find out what's wrong with him yet?"
"No. And he won't say anything."
Mayuzumi silently observed Furi, still backed into a wall, Akashi talking to Nebuya (about what to do concerning those guys they chased off), but remained only inches from Furi, unintentionally trapping him on the wall. Furi couldn't get away from Akashi without having some form of bodily contact. On the other hand, Akashi didn't seem to have an issue being right up on him. Furi slowly coming to terms with the reality that Akashi Seijuuro was right here, in the flesh within reach. This situation happened to him once before. And Furi remembered wanting to suffocate in his pillow, with thoughts and memories of Akashi plaguing him. But were cherished. Then, regrets of not leaving a better impression on Akashi after playing against him in the Seirin match formed. Furihata wished Akashi would acknowledge him as much as he acknowledged Kuroko, Kagami, or maybe any of the others that played well on the court that day. Only looking back, when not knowing as much about Akashi Seijuuro – or caring as much about his character – did Furihata come to realize something.
Akashi Seijuuro was the most amazing person to him. The best. Furihata had the BIGGEST celebrity crush on him. The Rakuzan captain was his favorite athlete to read about. Akashi was the best.
"Akashi."
The miracle captain and Nebuya did a simultaneous head turn in the direction of the unoriginal phantom sixth. They waited for him to say what he was going to.
"I think he just has a crush on you." Mayuzumi revealed as soon as he had their attention.
And that restored Furihata to normal. His first coherent thought…
Oh no…
As Akashi processed Mayuzumi's words– with quickness, as it all clicked and made sense in an instant fashion – Furihata tried to figure out how he could break past Emperor eye captain. How to get on that waiting elevator and finally be back to his room? Safe from Akashi's consuming presence and impending judgement.
And Furi still had no idea what those two "friendly" guys. had planned to do to him. He forgot all about them. As soon as the miracle captain exited that elevator, Furi withdrew from the world. Not true. He focused only on Akashi. He saw only Akashi, more perfect than captured in the magazines, and more grown than Furihata remembered from their winter cup game. He heard when only Akashi spoke. Japanese. And then English. When Akashi talked to him, Furi didn't respond because he couldn't. The only thing he knew how to do was watch Akashi be alive and in action. Furihata nearly forgot about himself (definitely forgot about the others) and his own existence in this world as well. Forgot that Akashi wasn't the center of the world. Forgot that Akashi wasn't a perfect God.
But never forgot that Akashi was perfect. And the center of the world. And his biggest celebrity crush. Talented and attractive.
Furihata was the most embarrassed about the crush he had on Akashi Seijuuro, compared to all the other athletes he liked as well.
When Mayuzumi finished his sentence, Furi tensed and all the signs clicked in Akashi's mind.
Furihata was caged on the wall. He could never get away from Akashi. Just one of the young captain's hands trapped Furi in. The right side of Furihata was clear of traffic. But the shy brunette stayed where Akashi seemed to want him. Again, the miracle was only inches apart from him. If he took one baby step towards Furi, no gap would exist between them.
But why? Why was Akashi trapping him like this? He wouldn't look up to find out how intimidating Akashi probably looked either. There was no way.
Furihata had no idea. The Rakuzan captain spotted how weak Furihata was. He especially believed this following the incident that almost occurred.
Then someone's phone rang. Akashi's ringtone.
Furihata was the only to be startled by the blare of it. Eyes followed the action of Akashi retrieving his cell from his pocket, raising it in slow motion to his ear. But once Furi's eyes slid up Akashi's body – regular cargo shorts and fitted tank – following the path of the phone until it went past the curve of Akashi's chin. That's when his gaze darted back to the floor. Remaining down as the Akashi answered the call, voice murmuring in Furi's ear almost.
"Hello, Ryota."
'Hey, Akashicchi. I can't talk for long, but I have Kurokocchi in my room. I'm hiding so that he can't hear or see me. How are the preparations?'
As Kise talked, Akashi didn't let the brunette out of his sight. And after what had almost occurred, he wouldn't do so until he safely returned this one to his teammates.
"I need more time. But if you have Tetsuya, keep him until you receive a text from me."
'Do you have Murasakibaracchi with you? I haven't seen him anywhere!"
"Yes. You're responsible for everyone else. Atsushi is taken care of."
'Ok! See you later then.'
"Until then."
The Rakuzan center and phantom copy waited for what Akashi would to do next.
First, Akashi hung up his phone. Second, he blinked slowly, a sign that he was thinking. Third, he placed both hands on the wall to completely surround Furi, elbows slightly above Furi's shoulders, and Akashi's thumbs close to the two sides of his downturned head, near Furi's ears.
With Akashi so close, Furihata kept his vision elsewhere. Like on the floor. On his feet. Sometimes on Akashi's feet.
"I can take you back to my room."
Furi continued to ignore the miracle's handsome face, but Akashi forever wore an expensive brand of cologne. Which Furi smelled for the first time. Learned that this was the most intoxicating, wonderful aroma he had ever smelled on a person.
"I'm having a surprise gathering that Tetsuya doesn't know about. Everyone will be there. You can safely reunite with the rest of your team if you come with us."
"Oi, Akashi. You sure that's a good idea? He can't even look at you."
"That's because he likes Akashi, not because he's afraid of him. He's just shy around Akashi." Mayuzumi explained.
But his words reminded Furi that Akashi knew about his feelings! He nearly forgot since no one was making a big deal about it. Akashi hadn't even asked Furi if it was true. Why not?
"Enough about that Mayuzumi." Akashi said over his shoulder.
"I don't see the problem." The platinum haired youth remarked when he heard the slight displeasure in Akashi's voice.
Akashi ignored him.
"We can't reach my room from these elevators. But we're going in that direction." Akashi pointed. "If you don't want to come with us, you can use my phone to call Kagami." Akashi realized that the shorter teen was probably phoneless at the moment. And Akashi didn't have the Seirin ace's number, but he would assume Furi knew it by heart unless the brunette said he didn't.
Akashi sounded considerate and sincere. Furi heard the tenderness in his tone. And yes, it seemed out of place. If you tried to make sense of it. Furi couldn't list a single reason why Akashi would care about him or want to help him. But he must, if he was speaking to Furi this way and offering assistance.
Again, with Akashi before him, Furihata forgot all about the guys who agreed to help him from earlier. Now, Furi only recalled one person trying to help him reunite with his friends. That person was right here, trapping him against a wall and being persistent in trying to help out Furi.
"I… "
Furihata didn't have Kagami's number memorized (Kuroko was the only one who did), and didn't want Akashi to know that. Furi wanted to prevent himself from looking more helpless than he probably already did.
"I…"
But he began to open up at least. The rock stuck in his throat was dislodging on the account of the Akashi – who was too good to be true – Seijuuro being patient with him. And tolerant despite Furi returning none of his verbal responses earlier.
It's not because Furi didn't want to talk to him. It was actually the contrary. Furihata remembered back on the plane, after Kuroko found out about his major crush, the phantom sixth miracle had quite a bit to share. He told Furihata all about the handsome, charming personality traits that Akashi possessed, those of which surpassed Furihata's information about Akashi. Because he didn't know the scarlet haired teen like Kuroko knew him. Yes, Furihata was glad Kuroko shared many amazing things about Akashi that Furi didn't know. Yes, he was also slightly jealous of Kuroko for being closer to Akashi than he was.
Furihata didn't think there were any real chances of him knowing Akashi like Kuroko did… was Akashi showing up at this resort Furihata's chance to make an impression? He would like to be friends with Akashi too.
"I'll go with you!" He was finally able to say. It was more like the squeak of a mouse when he got it out however.
Poor Furi. He was unconfident. And unprepared for this first time of interaction with the leader of the miracles.
He never saw the smile of victory that crossed the miracle's features.
"Alright. In about an hour, you will see your friends again."
After that Akashi pushed off the wall, effectively removing his heat, scent, and protection from Furihata. When Seijuuro had his back turned, retrieving his bags and water from Mayuzumi, a tiny peek up in his direction confirmed for Furi that it really was the miracle captain that nearly suffocated him against the wall.
But it was the good kind of suffocation. Furihata liked Akashi's presence enough that he desired to be exposed to it more often. Akashi in real life severely outmatched Akashi on printed paper.
-Part 3: At Night-
"It's so not fair."
"That you want more than sex and he doesn't?"
Kise sighed. Snuggling further beneath the warm covers of his king sized mattress. The AC was on in his room, making it chilly in here. So Kise decided the best place to have a talk about his sex/love life was in bed. Lying down with Kurokocchi right beside him and a reliable source of heat!
"Do you think Aominecchi will ever ask me out on a date?"
Kuroko pondered the possibility. But didn't know in the end. Aomine-kun wasn't a very predictable person.
Kise saw Kuroko thinking hard about his question, so he added…
"Be honest, Kurokocchi." Kise could handle the truth. Sure.
"If Aomine-kun just wants to fuck you," Kuroko used Kise's exact words, "Then he probably won't ask you on a date. But if you can show Aomine-kun that you are interested in more, then it seems possible he'll ask you to go out with him."
"Should I try to be his friend first, or…?"
"No. Go after what you want."
"But I don't know what I want! I to be his friend! I want to go on a date! I want him to fuck me after we go on a date! But I don't want him to throw me aside after that!" He was whining.
But it was everything Kise wanted from Aomine.
"Why do you want those things with Aomine-kun?"
Kise laid out all the ingredients. Now Kuroko began stirring the pot.
It was a good question. Kise needed a moment of silence to find his words. He had recently discovered a new kind of like for Aomine. He always found the ace of the miracles to be interesting. As of last Sunday, the way he liked Aominecchi was different. He remembered all the fun they had together. That mostly sparked his desire to have more Aomine in his life. But even deeper than that, his feelings were attached to the recollection of how Aomine abstained from being a huge asshole towards Kurokocchi, hugging and congratulating the bluenette for having a content relationship with Kagamicchi. The sight had been beautiful. Kindness looked good on Aomine. Ryota desired to be on the receiving end of that. Just like Kuroko had been.
Kise tried explaining why he had these desires.
"He's really awesome. And I always thought he was cool, bad-ass in fact. I look up to him. I respect him. I want to be his equal."
Kise just listed the obvious things. Not digging deep enough. But really, the first time he actively flirted with Aominecchi was today, at the airport. He hadn't had actual time to think anything over in detail. Hence why his behavior was confusing to Aominecchi. Kise was confused by his own behavior.
The perfect copy ace called Kuroko to help him out in hope that together: the two of them could solve this puzzle.
"Kise-kun, do you really want to know what I think?" Kuroko was prepared to give nothing but the truth, if that's what Kise-kun actually wanted.
"Of course!"
Why would Kise say that he didn't want to hear what Kuroko thought?
"You like Aomine-kun in the same way that I like Kagami-kun. You want to be his boyfriend."
"WHAT?"
Him and Aominecchi were like Kurokocchi and Kagamicchi?
"You want to be his boy-"
"No! I mean – how did you conclude that?"
The idea of being boyfriends with Aominecchi didn't freak Kise out. His shock was because of … didn't Kurokocchi love Kagamicchi? Kise already knew the answer. There was no way that… no freaking way! Aominecchi was such a – the miracle was a handful. Kise couldn't handle being around him every day. But not only that, Aominecchi didn't seem interested in having someone – like a romantic partner – that he had listen to or be obligated to visit/interact with every day. There was no way Aominecchi was boyfriend material!
Kuroko hoped to demonstrate to Kise that the Japanese model did in fact want to pursue a relationship with Aomine-kun.
"Do you like him?"
"Of course!"
"Do you want to be friends?"
"I do!"
"Do you want to go on dates?"
"Yes!" Kise wanted those the most. He was dying to sing Karaoke together again. He was almost desperate to go shopping with Aominecchi. Maybe find out what kind of movies he liked to go see. Did Aominecchi like Japanese festivals, carnivals, or parks?
"You want to have sex." It was at this point that Kuroko no longer questioned.
"Yes."
"You don't want to stop being friends or going on dates after you have sex."
"No!" Not at all. That was exactly what Kise hoped to avoid.
One more thing to hopefully help Kise realize what he wanted.
"Is there anyone else that you want to have that kind of relationship with?"
"Is there…anyone else that…of course not. I said that wanted Aominecchi to…" Oh shit! Light golden irises doubled. Then Kise reached to snatch a pillow, bury his face in it, and stifle a long… loud scream.
While Kise repeatedly did that into his pillow, Kuroko laid there and listened to the sound of frustration. Kuroko thought he understood why Kise-kun was reacting this way. Maybe it had something to do with the kind of person Aomine-kun was. He was very complex. But Kuroko believed people were mistaken to simply call Aomine-kun an asshole or a bastard, and then simply move on with their lives. As if Aomine-kun was nothing more than those things. Kuroko knew there was more to him. He had thick layers.
And someone out there was just right to love Aomine-kun. Kuroko would like that for him. He believed Aomine-kun was rare. And it took a very special person to realize that.
He was an extraordinary guy; it took another extraordinary someone to be enough for him.
A knock arrived at Kise's door. Kuroko and Kise were in bed talking, but they expected there to be visitors. They were right on time.
Tetsuya got off the bed first because Kise felt wiped out. He almost wished to just remain laying in his bed. To sleep off his shock.
"I'll get the door Kise-kun." Kuroko expected Kagami to be there, and wanted to be the one to greet the redhead.
"Kay." Kise decided he would just stay sitting in bed and let Kuroko welcome everyone in.
Tetsuya proceeded through Kise's luxury suite – the two story, two bedroom, one bathroom, living room/kitchen, 2 balcony, flat screens, hot tub design that nearly all the others had as well – that he shared alone. Kise had no roommate. It was both a beautiful and tragic fate. Alone time was good. Being lonely was bad. Kuroko would come visit, and prevent Kise-kun from being lonely as much as possible.
With Kurokocchi gone from the bedroom, Ryota tucked strands of his shoulder length hair behind his ear. He had on one of his rare, focused expressions. The one that emerged whenever he was serious enough. Like now, after learning something that was very serious.
Kise knew what he wanted to do with the newfound information. He decided to use Kuroko's advice. Kurokocchi's advice was precious.
Go after what you want.
"Oi, Kise."
The model was cross-legged on his bed, nearly forgetting that guests were being invited into his suite.
"Hey, Aominecchi."
This one in particular he hadn't forgotten. Kise was already thinking about him before he stepped inside the room.
Before Daiki revealed what he was going to say, Kise threw the covers back. They unveiled that he was fully clothed below the waist. Though Aomine had observed closely in case Kise wasn't actually wearing anything under the covers.
The formless shooter was just as interested to see Kise getting out of bed with form fitting blue jeans – not ass tight this time – and a black button down shirt that teased the skin of his hard abdomen. Kise made sure to look good whenever he met up with Kuroko. Because they would have to take a picture together, after all (which they had done as soon as Kuroko walked in).
Now his efforts to look nice were no longer strictly for picture taking with Kurokocchi.
"Nice room."
Aomine slipped both hands into the pockets of his dark, knee length shorts. He wore a regular shirt with characters to go with it and sandals.
"Yeah. I have an upstairs bedroom too. I might switch it up if I get bored."
"Or you can save it for me in case Satsuki starts to bug me."
Momoi and Aomine were sharing a room. No, it wasn't weird to them. And even being aware of Kise's feelings for Aominecchi at this point, the pink haired girl didn't suggest that Aomine go and share a room with Kise.
Because she was nosy and wanted to see what he was up to. Aomine would have to be the one to decide to go to Kise's room. He wasn't going to anyone else's. Only because Kise had an extra, empty bed in his suite.
"Hey Aominecchi?"
"What?"
"Does my hair look nice?"
Daiki paused. He was almost sure Kise wasn't serious. That this could be a trick question. Wrong if yes. Wrong if no. Or something like that. He never thought about how Kise's hair looked. Or any of part that wasn't so obviously sex related.
Funnily, if he asked Aomine about how his ass looked, the dark bluenette wouldn't have needed time to consider it.
Kise waited. Half concerned – right now, this was certainly a test for Aominecchi.
Was Kise's ass the only Aomine could compliment?
After Aomine gave Kise his answer, the two miracles spent a little more time in Kise's bedroom. And when they exited together, all the occupants of the living room: Midorima, Takao, Momoi, Fukuda, Kawahara, Kagami, and Kuroko turned in unison to them. Kuroko had done a good job of keeping everyone in the living room while Aomine-kun and Kise-kun had a private moment.
Kuroko then looked to Kise in question.
A wink was Kuroko's answer.
With all his players on the board (minus Furihata, who Kagami and the others – except Kuroko –already knew his whereabouts), Kise was ready to mobilize his troops.
He listed off everyone by name. As if doing some sort of roll call, but in a dramatic fashion. He forgot Fukuda and Kawahara's names, but still addressed them as "Kurokocchi's friend 1 and 2."
Kuroko quickly noticed when Furihata was missing during the roll call, but Kagami knew what he was thinking. He whispered into his ear to reassure him that Furi was alright.
"Now that all of you are here at my place, we're going to leave here together and go to Akashicchi's pla-"
"Akashi-kun is here?"
This was news to Kuroko. No one told him about Akashi's arrival (he didn't know about Murasakibara either). Nor had Akashi-kun sent him a text.
Kagami knew though. He remembered getting the most unexpected phone call ever. But the miracle captain told Kagami that he'd found Furihata "wandering," after Kagami looked everywhere for Furi and got worried when the brunette didn't answer his phone. Taiga knew that Furi was intrigued by everything since they got here, so Furi kept running all over. But now Kagami needed to help watch out for him in the group.
Watch Kuroko too. Now that all these goddamn miracles were here so suddenly. Kagami still couldn't believe how three out of 5 of them showed up at his door earlier. So uninvited!
"Kagami-kun, we're leaving." Kuroko announced when Taiga was the only one still seated. Kuroko waited for him to get up off the couch and join their hands before leading with only Kuroko behind him, following along at the back of the group.
Kuroko grew anxious. He couldn't wait to see Akashi, who he was very glad could make it after all.
Now he believed – with all his friends here – that he could surely forget all his fears and worries.
-Part 3: No Telling What Saturday Will Bring-
-Night 1-
To be continued: No Telling What Sunday Will Bring (Part 4)
AN:
Next update will be a little slow. Thanks if you enjoyed this part. More group activities to come after this! And if the flashback was long – there will be shorter or no long flashbacks like that for the rest of the story :)
Peace! Till Part 4 :D