Inspired by SIDEKICKS and One Punch Man
Credits :
Rinfantasy
Iza Seitsuna
ShinseiShinwa
Miku Yam
Warnings : Bullying, maybe BDSM in later chapters. God save me from hell.
It was the age of sixteen when Kuroko Tetsuya knew he had superpowers of his own. That moment was in the late November, a chilly day for school much to the blunette's chagrin. Snow caped trees haunted rows of streets with its branches sticking out like long, skinny limbs and the ground soft from the blanket of ivory silver acting like a carpet. Unfortunately, winters were always the worst season for the blunette because he was stuck in double sweaters and a winter jacket yet still the fever came to him like a curse. So, school he went despite the fervent heat causing nausea to his head and his nose was red from the occasional frostbite that pierced his skin like icicles. He shuddered with an obvious unpleasant expression worn in his cherub features, obviously he wasn't fond of having scarlet cheeks like he was a six months old toddler. Even Taiga and Tatsuya tried their very best not to stare. But of course, it was difficult not to especially when their best friend looked like a helpless child. An adorable one, in fact. Even worse, when he was in his sick days, his lack of presence increased twofold due to a reason unbeknownst to his own knowledge as well. The only the blunette could conclude that his ability was a contrast to his mood. The brighter he was, the less his invisibility kicked in, vice versa.
So, it wasn't a surprising thing as he curled on his seat located at the last row and neither did he bother to raise his arm as the homeroom teacher asked for his attendance. Apparently, the homeroom teacher, Mr Kusanagi, was a wrinkled, old man about his fifties – often grumbling impatiently about his retirement in another ten years – completed with a heart attack. It was his bad luck that he had a student like Tetsuya in the class. The old man called out to his name for the third time, this time his voice emphatic and stern. Meanwhile, Taiga in front of him was busy stirring him to wake up. "Oi. . . Oi, Kuroko." He nudged the sleeping blunette's arm with his elbow, sporadically glancing toward Mr Kusanagi and back to Tetsuya.
"Nngh," he sniffled, "I think I'm going s-sick again. . ."
"Then why'd you come to the school for?!"
"Don't know. . ."
The teacher huffed in frustration, "Anyone else saw Kuroko Tetsuya anywhere?"
Of course, Tetsuya was at the last rows of the seat, third line from the window and absolutely in his worst. His face was beet red, as if he was splashed by recently boiled water. Taiga was still nudging him, a bit harder than the previous one. He groaned quietly, out of frustration, but his voice squeaked out tiny and hoarse. Tilting his head to the front, he was met with the face of his best friend concerned about him, telling him to head over the nurse's office. The idea sounded nice, but he was feeling more than groggy – he was freezing and sweating at the same time! The infirmary was located on the third floor of the large building – as in whoever did that seriously don't know what priority was – his class in the interim was in the first floor. Languidly, he rose to his feet and dragged his feet to the teacher's desk, passing through rows of students' desks without them noticing.
Now here's one thing; Mr Kusanagi wasn't able to see him either, not even half of the students. Apart from Taiga and his half-brother, Tatsuya, a quarter of the class would have thought he was really, actually absent but the old man was insisting that he had seen a blur of his figure this morning – even if it was vague, and he could have mistaken. But the man himself was a stubborn one, scolding his students unreasonably for thinking that they were accusing him for an old man's bad eyesight. It was that moment when the blunette tapped the teacher's shoulder that the full image of Tetsuya began to form in his (actually bad) eyesight. But it wasn't a pleasant reaction did the old man gave him. As if there was a force existed somewhere, the old man gave out a loud yelp whilst he stumbled backwards and crashed to the ground with one hand clutching the hems of his shirt, around the area of his heart. Meanwhile, the blunette who started off sluggish became utterly surprised and he sprang back to reality once he saw his own homeroom teacher sprawled against the floor, ghostly pale and shaking like a Parkinson patient.
"Mister –"
Before he could say it, a student rose to her feet and she yelled to the others. "Somebody, call the ambulance!"
He was fully awake from his sickly trance for now. The other classmates were running around in frantic. Some went to fetch the teachers, others offered the old man water, and a girl who was always with her phone called the needed help. In cue with the moment, he threw a brief glance toward Taiga who looked equally shocked as well. The blunette swallowed, afraid. He almost killed someone. His homeroom teacher, on top of that. He heard the old man was sent to the hospital, with a stroke and was in coma for six months.
And that was how Kuroko Tetsuya knew he was born extraordinary.
Paragon
Episode I : The Emperor's Sidekick
Chapter Two
Seventeen year old Kuroko Tetsuya could see the tall building not far from his current position in the traffic. The skyscraper stood tall, glimmering from the reflection of sunshine with its glass panes, hiding amongst other tall towers. The road traffic was quite bad just as soon as he reached the city, the limousine he rode only capable of moving an inch each ten minutes. The blunette sighed, exasperated and certainly was exhausted. He never thought it would be this bad. Still, he had never been to Miami before, despite the fact that his parents already went on the last two summers, whilst he always insisted to stay in San Francisco with his uncle instead. Overall, the excitement bubbling inside him was still there since he left from New Jersey despite his exhaustion. Tetsuya still put on a smile in spite of the traffic moving in a snail's pace.
It would be better to walk, but the agents he met earlier were there with him as well. Perhaps, they would be his guidance for a while – but then, he had his hero by his side. . . The Emperor was enough as his guidance, he mused with a dreamy smile. Once again, the cerulean blue gleamed as he thought of the idea once in a while. One of the agents – was it Izuki Shun? – stole a glance towards his direction, and he released an audible sigh. "Are you sure about this?"
"Sure about what?"
He coughed, a fist covering his mouth as he took a brief glance toward his partner – or boss, the blunette wasn't sure. "Being the Emperor's sidekick?"
"What's wrong with that?"
"Well. . ." Izuki gulped, considering his options first. "You'll see. . ." He parted his lips again, but he didn't mutter a word so he peeled his gaze away from the blunette. It seemed like there was more news that he might wanted to deliver, but Tetsuya decided not to pressure the agent farther of the topic.
After all, he believed he made a good choice. There was. . . history occurred between them two – that was, if the Emperor still remembered an elementary boy a couple of years ago. Nonetheless, he was still curious to what Izuki wanted to say. Whatever it was, it must have been important. A part of him wanted to press the agent, but the rational side of him told him to stay put. So, he did.
All he had to do was waited until they reached the society's headquarters for now.
It was already 2PM when they reached the headquarters. Being closer to the building itself had made the blunette felt really small, granted that he was already short. Perhaps, the shortest one a person would have seen in the Society. He shivered at the ridiculous thought. A hundred and sixty-three centimetres was an average height! Nevertheless, the building – a work made of concrete but layered by panes of high-quality glass they deemed bullet-proof and long-lived sustainable – consisted of three towers looming on three sides, connected to the dome in the centre. Each towers looked like they were connected to sky bridges, three of them having the same seventy-seven floors. Tetsuya noticed the symbol carved on top of the first tower, the one facing the front direction, bearing the letters H and S in cursives encircled by the metal plate as a frame. In first glance, the short male was gaping in awe. He felt the rush of excitement returning back like waves of adrenaline into his nerves as he was led his way by the agents into the automatic gates. Izuki nudged him, waking him from his trance and he turned toward the attention. "You'll be meeting with the Emperor soon for an interview. For now, you can head over to your room in Tower Three, 2250. Retrieve your keys from the receptionist," he stated a tad hasty, the words came in jumble in Tetsuya's mind.
"W-Wait, aren't you going to show me the way?" The blunette cocked his head to the side.
"No, I'm sorry," a pause, "I have a. . . discussion with other agents in the CIS in another forty minutes. Oh, and your suitcases are already there. Good luck, sidekick!" he winked before leaving the clueless lad thoroughly.
The only thing he could do was to follow what Izuki had told him earlier. So he went to the receptionist desk, his fingers ghosting over the marble – was it marble? – of the modern-looking semi-circular desk. He smiled when the woman recognised his existence, which took about five minutes by the way. "H-hello, ma'am. . . I, um, I'm heading over to room 2250."
"Oh, alright. . ." she went to check the computer's screen. "Are you perhaps, having an interview with Akashi Seijuurou?"
"Yeah. . ."
"Okay. . ." she gave him the keys, but held onto it before the teen could reach them. "Before that, do you know where to head to?"
The teenage boy thought for a second before genuinely shook his head. The receptionist smiled once more, but it was much more of a bitter stretch than a genuine simper she gave him before. Inwardly, the woman was now cursing every agents in the CIS – loathing how useless they could be, and they're oh-so-busy. She must've been experiencing the same thing over and over again. Curse the position as the receptionist. "Just head over to the centre dome and head over to the third tower. You should know it's the third tower because they have labels and all. Your new boss – Emperor, is it?" The teen gave a curt nod. "He's in the seventy-seventh floor."
"R-room number?"
The woman laughed. "Oh, I get that question a lot. Apparently, Akashi Seijuurou owned the whole floor himself." She laughed again as she was met with Tetsuya' reaction about the matter. His jaws were almost dropping as the thought itself sinking deeper into his mind.
"I. . . Thank you." He bowed politely before dashing to the dome.
The centre dome was a gargantuan space fit for about five thousand people in here. The dome was a semi-spherical in shape, the roof encased with seemingly a rare type of stained glass embroidered with a mixture of Baroque and Gothic designs. The teen was met with a throng of people; a few wearing capes, another bunch having their sidekicks walking behind them like minions and the least yet noticeable crowd were those men wearing those kinds of English suit completed with silver watches and thick-framed glasses. Tetsuya assumed that they must have been the agency controlling the society – was it CIA? CSI? – that Izuki Shun mentioned before. True to his thought, his agent before was amongst the crowd. Yet, he was somewhat joking around with another woman with fawn shades of short-trimmed hair and another agent of his known as Hyuuga. Tetsuya walked closer toward them, after making sure his invisibility was kicked in. He couldn't help but wanting to overhear the conversation, serious or not.
"It's been a while since we hang around Kiyoshi. I wonder how've he been. . ."
"Well, as long as the city's fine, we don't really need his help or whatever."
"Yeah but we've been friends since high school. . ."
Kiyoshi. . . It wasn't like Tetsuya if he wouldn't know who Kiyoshi Teppei was. That man was included in the ranking of the Uncrowned Kings – a team that everyone knows consisted of really strong heroes. The blunette shuddered. It sounded fun to be friends with someone who was really strong. He was hoping he'd met with someone qualified as well. Not to mention, he would be put under test with the Emperor himself. Tetsuya couldn't be more than excited.
Yet, along the way, he didn't realise a taller male in front of him and he accidentally bumped onto the other man's chest. At first, the male yelped because he was thudded with something – or someone – not visible in the eye. When Tetsuya turned off his invisibility, the other lad squeaked once more, muttering nervously about his fear of ghosts. The blunette quirked his brow, not fond of being called a ghost, and he glanced toward the tanned man with another girl catching up to his side.
"Dai-chan, what's wrong?"
"Gh-" He was about to press the word farther but his own ocean blue eyes were met with a hardened glare of the azure ones, and he pressed his lip into a taut line. "Nothing, just someone new." He huffed out loud.
Tetsuya crossed his arms. "I'm sorry for just now. . ."
"Oh Dai-chan, is this your new sidekick? He looks new!"
"No, they told me my new sidekick is blonde and hot. She must be a hot chic or I won't consider her."
"Dai-chan, that's mean!" The pink-haired girl punched her friend's shoulder lightly before eyeing the shorter blunette. Her stares seemed sharp and focused, before a blush crept up to her cheeks and she smiled cheerfully. "You're so adorable! Your name is Kuroko Tetsuya, hm?"
The short lad froze. "How did y –"
"I'm Momoi Satsuki, Analyst if you want to know my pseudonym. Over here is Dai-chan and he's going to leave for some mission in New York city. We'll talk later, okay?"
The blunette was only capable of nodding his head off and gave her a small, reluctant smile as she rattled on about some other stuffs. Even so, judging from how she looked her surroundings, Tetsuya bet that her powers must be related to gaining information.
"Geez, could you hurry up? We're leaving in seven minutes, five if you're going to continue about my sidekick." The other male, Dai-chan as his friend called him, grumbled languidly in annoyance. He scratched the navy blue tufts, feigning his impatience just so Satsuki would hurry up. "Well Tetsu, whoever your name is, see you next time." He didn't sounded friendly at all. Lethargic, as Tetsuya would describe it but in another way to put it, the taller lad wasn't really bad after all.
He smiled at his own muses. Maybe he could gain a few friends here after all.
It was evening when he reached to the Akashi residence on the foremost top of the third tower. Since he hasn't gained his suit just yet, the blunette decided a simple tiffany blue jumper and cladded himself with trainers was simply enough. Alas, he regretted his choice of apparel once he arrived at the floor, after facing up with such exquisite accommodations and lavished decorations lining the space of said home. The whole space was, indeed, grand. Completed with its own dome, the stained glass poured a small bit of sunshine as its lighting to the penthouse, making it looked majestic as it already was. The floors, whitewashed and marble, were lavished with few patches of soft pats of carpets placed in certain spots, and the walls were embroidered with red and gold pattern. The blunette could only glued to his spot in front of the doorstep, not daring to step any farther inside the grand penthouse. He glanced to every space in the room, a short staircase with golden railings leading more scopes and more rooms, a studio penthouse it actually was. The norther part of the house, floor-length glass windows surrounded the walls, viewing Miami skyline from above. There was a long desk in front of the three sets of windows, the ebony armchair was occupied with none other than Akashi Seijuurou.
From afar, the redhead eyed Tetsuya like any predator would observe its prey. The blunette couldn't feel any smaller than he already was now, and he was still frozen to his steps there. The armchair spun in a slow pace, only stopping once the mismatched eyes landed back toward the monotonous azure ones. Yet, it seemed like he knew that Tetsuya was holding back every fear he had. The almighty hero raised a finger, beckoning the mere teen to come over. "Come here," he trailed on, "It's quite rude to just stand there."
The younger one tried to move. Even so, whatever adrenaline he had before seemed to have been drained away after he reached here. Hence, he was trying his best to move but the only movements he was doing was more and more cowering. He faced the floor, azure eyes shut with every bit of mortification. When he rose back, he wasn't expecting the redhead face to face in front of him.
"A little scared, aren't you?"
"I. . . I'm sorry, Akashi-kun." He backed away a little, after finding out his movements once again. The blunette couldn't help himself but to put his defences up. After all, Akashi Seijuurou was anything but intimidating. There was a sheer sly crossed in between his warm smiles. Tetsuya wasn't even sure that was a warm welcome. He was surrounded with some sort of cold creeping up to his spine. Inside his head, a voice was telling him that this person was bad news.
Seijuurou chuckled. "Akashi-kun? You shouldn't be calling your new master like that."
"M-Master?"
"M-hm. . ." the redhead inched his face closer to the blunette's ear. "I should really give you your first punishment for calling me by the wrong name." His lips brought closer to the teen's earlobe and he gave a soft nibble around the area. Tetsuya tried to push away, but he didn't notice before that the redhead had his wrists pinned. He backed away once again, unfortunately, until his back was met against something hard.
He retaliated. A lot of attempts were done, that including pushing and pulling and screaming but the redhead kept to his position and his hold around the blunette's wrists tightened.
"You really are disobedient."
He leaned closer until their lips were touching. Once their lips were sealed, Seijuurou pried the shorter one's lips open and then proceeded to intrude his tongue inside Tetsuya.
Meanwhile, the youngster was having a panic attack. This wasn't what he expected. He was supposed to be working under him, not being beneath him and having his lips and ears violated easily like he was just a cheap tramp across the road. Needless to say, the kiss was disgusting. Akashi Seijuurou was, well, a horrible person for a first impression. He yelped for help in between the kisses but his voice came out moaning. Embarrassed, he bit Seijuurou's lower lip hard and was mildly satisfied when the grasp weakened. Finding his strength back, he gave the redhead a rough shove around the shoulders.
"G-get off me, Akashi –"
After a few minutes of struggling, the teen managed to reel away from the amused redhead. He felt his cheeks wet, his fingers ghosted against his smooth texture of the alabaster white skin and wiped away the gossamer string of tears. Since when was he crying? Tetsuya was panicking, feeling a presence creeping over him and he ducked below and managed to escape from the hold. "Stop, I don't want to!" he cried, "I'm your sidekick, not your slut!"
"Well, I see you don't get what the term sidekick is," there was disappointment flashing in the heterochromia pools, "You're really naïve, aren't you?" He licked the blood dripping from his lower lip. God, that boy was a wonder.
"Wh-what do you mean?" His steps reversed, fear swallowing the gleam in those cerulean orbs. The answer didn't sound pleasant at all.
The redhead sneered, his smile turning into a sinister smirk, as he brought his face closer to Tetsuya's again. His crimson and sienna pools clashed against azure blue. "It means you have a lot to learn being a sidekick," he steered clear from the stiffened blunette, creating gaps between them both, "And you failed on being one."
"Huh?"
Seijuurou headed back to the corner where his desk was situated. He leaned against the surface and held a glass of champagne that was already on the table top, sipping the liquid slowly so nothing was spilt. "Tetsuya, Tetsuya, Tetsuya. . ." he paused, amused, "Being a sidekick was more than helper to a hero. It means that they have to serve the hero they chose to serve," he walked around the blunette, observing every flinches, every swallow in the throat, "And that means I'm. . . your Master."
The teen, who had been holding his breath for quite some time, exhaled a cloud of air in remorse. There was more than just dread dwelling in the pit of his stomach. Now, he understood why the agent had been questioning his decision in the car just this afternoon.
Akashi Seijuurou was nothing but bad news.
Yet, it didn't mean he was giving up being a sidekick to the Emperor. Despite the hatred boiling deep in his gut, he still remembered the deed Seijuurou did to him once. That was why he was still standing firm on the ground, his fists clenched as if he was angry but the sky blue eyes – there wasn't any fear lingering in those pair of eyes anymore, not even a dull gaze – glimmering in determination. It was just like years ago, back when he was nothing more but a ten year old child, his determination overcome his lack of confidence.
Through clenched teeth, he managed to mutter the words Seijuurou longed to hear even if they were inaudible, but they suffice for now; "Fine. . . M-M-Master."
A genuine smile crossed the redhead's lips. It seemed like the Emperor had chosen someone fascinating to play along after all.
TO BE CONTINUED
TRIVIA
Powers comes in two or three levels. Those who reach the third level was able to be like in the Zone, etc. (In this story, only Akashi and Aomine yet to have Level 3)
Akashi Seijuurou's Level one is to enhance his abilities twice than his enemies had. Level two is, stealing the enemies' abilities thus weakening the foes immediately. Third level is a summoning of an extra power, his Emperor Eye, thus he can predict enemies' movements by one minute.
Kuroko Tetsuya's Level one is the ability to be invisible. When he reach Level two, he is able to deceive his presence in others' POV. It's like cloning, but his presence comes in shadows. Tetsuya doesn't have Level Three.
Right now, Uncrowned Kings is the most powerful team in the society yet they don't really work together. In fact, they are individualistic and work only by themselves. GoM however, isn't known to be established yet because first, Kuroko and Kise is still a sidekick and second, their team's name won't be GoM.
The Agency is called CIS, stands for Committee of Intelligent Superiors and those who are qualified to have leadership. The leader is, Akashi's father and the vice is Aida Riko's father. Their role is like NASA but they're checking out on enemies, predicting dangers and apocalypse, stuffs like that.
-Mozu The Mochi (2015)
