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ShinseiShinwa
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Warning : Intense bullying, sorry not sorry
All he knew that; it was unnerving.
The blunette vaguely remembered meeting The Emperor a year ago. It came off as blurry images, like flipping off comic pages in an extremely high speed, that he barely recognised anything. From his memories, he was in an office, currently waiting for the arrival of said Emperor. Tetsuya had been sweating bucks, his palms collecting sweat but dried off by fabric as soon as the blunette could feel the heat building up. Glancing toward the two agents ― firm faces and nameless ― did not help to ease the bundle of nerves that multiplied like a virus.
Oh dear, how he wished he could be ghost-like at the moment ― fully invisible from anyone's sight. But he heard of Akashi Seijuurou's powers; saw it with his own eyes ― experienced it, although very briefly. But it was enough to make the blunette confessed that Seijuurou was no man to be fooled at. Tetsuya bet that his power was merely nothing compared to the redhead, and he doubted it would work against him. Just within a single glance, from reading the air of dominance the redhead carried, Tetsuya could see his potential to be at the top list. The first ranked Hero.
Seijuurou was no less confident about it either.
And that's a part he had been admiring for so long. Confident and courageous and cautious ― the opposite of Kuroko Tetsuya; nothing more than a shy, teenage boy whose entire description was absolutely average, no more and no less.
And yet, Seijuurou was the centre of attention.
He was. . . He was perfect.
At least, that was what foolish Kuroko Tetsuya would have thought.
And speak of the devil ― maybe, Seijuurou had been running in this hectic mind of his for too long ― the said hero flashed as a real image from his own eyesight, pallid blue widened in brief horror before yelping.
"Easily distracted, hm," the redhead spoke, his tone calm but intimidating. Tetsuya could feel his hairs rising and he grimaced, swallowing heavily.
The blunette lowered his gaze, "Sorry, um. . . Sir. . ."
"For now, Seijuurou will do."
"Hm?"
"Just call me Seijuurou for the time being," the redhead flashed a playful wink toward Tetsuya, causing the other one to blush infuriatingly, "Or, hmm. . . How about sweet ―"
Tetsuya immediately cut him off before he could speak of the matter any farther, "S-Seijuurou will do!"
Oh dear. That was out of character. Really, he hadn't been expecting the other one to have a mood change in a rapid pace. It was totally out of control. Then again, Tetsuya was determined to work under Akashi Seijuurou. His rescue. . . His iconic person.
His distracting reveries went broken once more when he heard a clear of a throat. Seijuurou had taken a seat on the comfy armchair, modern-styled and ebony in complexion, and clasped both of his hands together. "So, tell me. . . Kuroko Tetsuya," he drawled the syllables of Tetsuya's name slow enough to make Tetsuya's skin crawl, "Why do you want to be my sidekick?"
His eyes gazed upon him, leaving him with an unsettling feeling. The pair of crimson and gold burned into his own pallid blue. For a moment, the blunette felt that he had stopped breathing ― when had he stopped breathing?
"B-becau ―" he coughed, accidentally choking on his own saliva and he retreated abashedly. Seijuurou gave him a curious look, eyebrows shifted ever so slightly as his lips curled in amusement. But Tetsuya got himself back in a good position, he puffed; "Because you saved me once!"
The older male widened his eyes, for once, the response was unexpected ― unpredictable. He couldn't ring a bell of the time he had saved this boy. When? Briefly, he shut his eyes closed to focus on his memory. But nothing came, and instead, only applying more pressure on his head.
Yet, his lips curled into an amused smirk.
"Well," he extended both of his hands from the clasp, displaying a welcome, "This will be very interesting."
Paragon
Episode I : The Emperor's Sidekick
Chapter Three
"And you failed on being one."
Never had the teen felt a heavy kind of remorse before. Like his heart was a sinking ship, impossible to be saved, so it sunk deeper and deeper into the darkest trench of an ocean. He felt his emotions stirred, the waterworks about to be in action any longer soon. The blunette bit his lower lip and sunk to the carpeted floor when The Emperor had left his own home. Seijuurou did not bother to look back, did not bother to invite the other to his occasional patrol.
The words hurt like hell.
He'd never been assaulted with any kind of blades before, but the blunette was sure those horrid, bitter words cut deeper than a long sword, sting worse than any battle scars. It really hurts, for his first time, and he cried like never before.
And that was supposed to be a surprising thing.
Tetsuya barely showed any emotions. Heck, his relatives wondered if he ever had one before. They'd been doubting if this particular oddball was befitting as one of them, party animals. Only Uncle Minami discovered the new side of him, saw the raw ― happy ― expressions he displayed as a child. But nobody had ever, ever saw him in heavy tears. Kuroko Tetsuya, seventeen years old, inspired, curling in a fetal position, weeping like a wimp and an utter failure.
A failure without even trying.
If it wasn't him to be in this condition, perhaps he could've laughed.
But now, knowing the rare turmoil building up inside of him, the blunette almost swore that he'd never be able to make fun of such conditions ever again.
The taste lingered.
Screaming in frustration, his fists curled into small fists as he punched against the covered floor. Tetsuya displayed a pitiful state, lying bare against the floor of his supposed master that he had never noticed the fact that he had activated his power.
The blunette went full invisible.
Well, how did he know about it? Because literally, someone accidentally ― or perhaps, purposely ― who knows maybe there were more of the wretched personalities like Seijuurou ― kicked him by the stomach. Groaning and waking up from his daze in confusion, he was met with a pair of shocked green eyes, clad in a pair of glasses. The said man grimaced at the forlorn sight ― was that frustration he saw? ― and distanced himself from the newly-found sight.
Tetsuya blushed, feeling rather mortified. How long had he been curling against the floor, showing how much of a fool he was. He forced his legs to stand up, murmuring tons of apologies to the spectacle-clad man who observed him like an ant by a microscope. The frown still intact on his thin lips, pulled into a taut line. The man, obviously, did not look any friendlier. And Tetsuya, a superhero freak he was, was aware of the man's identity. Tall, sleek and professional ― idiosyncratic mop of shocking green that had the similar shade with his small eyes. Tetsuya made himself into a poised ― if not messy ― stand, numb feet wobbling against the carpet. Yet, he returned the glare with his own winter-chilled gaze.
If the man, Midorima Shintarou was his name, would have his glare fierce ― and slightly disturbed ― Tetsuya's was unnerving and blank and soul-piercing.
Shintarou decided that he wouldn't be in good terms with the blunette.
"So, you must've been Akashi's sidekick. . ." he drawled, showing pretense that he was absolutely uninterested, "You don't look. . ." he chose his words, "Deserving."
Tetsuya didn't respond ever too quickly. He was thoughtful. He'd been insulted enough by the redhead. Inwardly, he felt that he could choke anyone at this moment. Perhaps, Shintarou would make a good stress relief. Yet, he only showed a look of disturbance and glimpsed toward the toy plush ― a frog plush, what in the world? ― that the green-eyed male had tenderly hold against his arms.
Secretly, he visioned himself smiling victoriously. If he was to discover his Level Two, then perhaps Tetsuya's new powers would be the ability to hurt people with nasty remarks. It would be a sweet revenge toward his so-called Master.
The shorter male scoffed, "And I haven't been aware that such a strong Hero like you would own such a childish item," he smiled sarcastically, "It doesn't suit on someone I thought would never made a fool out of himself." The blunette flashed his teeth, grinning from ear to ear as he said his remarkable comment and pushed the man aside, who looked as if he would explode any minute sooner.
It was better to leave this place as soon as possible. He didn't want such personality to be so cancerous on him.
When Tetsuya had left, Shintarou could only puffed a heavy sigh ― brimming with sheer annoyance and frustration and the need to vent out. He called with his device for his sidekick to be in his aid, and grumbled low on his throat;
"It seemed that Akashi has found someone that suits him best after all. . ."
It didn't consume a large amount of hours to have his first meet-up with his, er, Master. But for certain, Tetsuya knew he was done for the day. He could feel the pressure building up to his bones, weighing his back and draining every drop of adrenaline. When he reached his apartment, the first thing he was to notice was a garment laying against the plain white covers of his bed. Furrowing his brows, out of curiosity, he was met with a spandex suit.
If Seijuurou would be here, he'd been lying on the floor ― soaked in blood that Tetsuya had caused.
The spandex suit, for the lack of a better word, was distasteful. Horrible. Insane! It was almost like a swimming suit, but it was black in colour and, sweet Lord, was it bareback?
With every ounce of anger fueling the flames inside him, he tore off the suit with his bare hands ― not that the material was any stronger; Seijuurou must have requested it on purpose. The garment torn until what was left were black shreds, like a cat had clawed it in mischief.
Perverted Seijuurou.
Tetsuya knew he had no choice but to confront to his Master for a new suit now ― he was aware that there wasn't any committee that would side with the lower ranks of the Hero Society, and he had to deal with his fucked up Master.
For now, Tetsuya breathed, he needed his beauty sleep.
The blunette had never felt so. . . enraged before. Always the emotionless mingling with the happy-go-lucky community that made him cringed to the max. He huffed, the stress still present, he noted. It had made him becoming so exhausted than ever. Perhaps, it was the control of emotions. That Tetsuya had always been in control before, that this burst of new energy had forced him to interact with such ordeal.
His fingers smoothed to his scalp, pressuring the painful parts and massaged by rubbing circles or pressing gently against the skin. The pain lingered ― not the headache, but the words. It still hurts, it still made him angry. He doubted that he would like Seijuurou as much as he had been before.
Lies.
The media was all lies.
Akashi Seijuurou was no better man. He wasn't perfect, not the ideal hero Tetsuya would have ever thought of. Akashi Seijuurou was nothing more but a man with no morality, and words stung worst than wasps, and totally wrecked in his brain.
Even so. . . Years ago, something happened. And the said hero had been the one that had came to his aid. Tetsuya was aware that he had to pay his thanks toward the respected hero.
One thing for certain, he had to show the redhead that sidekicks aren't meant to be fooled. That, the blunette was very determined to do so.
With the thoughts building up inside his mind, the blunette never noticed that he had fallen deep into his slumber.
"Akashi!"
A cerise-haired female called out, her eyes striking out amidst the dim lit corridor that Seijuurou began to wonder if they were made out of neon or something. He halted his steps, heading toward his the elevator that would bring him to his own penthouse after insipid hours of meeting with the CIS. The young man looked uninterested, although his eyes shone when he met his friend but deterred a bit when he saw a certain tanned man following suit. The two people were no other than Momoi Satsuki and Aomine Daiki, included as one of the strong figures in the Hero Society.
Satsuki had been new, only accepted since last year but she had maintained her position as one of the highest twenty.
And Daiki, well Daiki had been included as his formidable team since three years ago.
"What is it?" he stifled an exhausted yawn.
"We heard you already met your new sidekick," Satsuki giggled, "Let me guess," she stared deep in his eyes and suddenly went flushed crimson, "Oh no, you have him ― he's adorable, isn't he?"
"Did you seriously entered his mind?" groaned the tallest male in the conversation.
"What? It's not like I could peep into someone's thoughts."
The redhead snapped his yawn, the image of a grieved Tetsuya flashed in his mind. Seijuurou smirked, "Oh, I think he's splendid."
The words sent shivers to the other two, causing Daiki to retreat a few steps and Satsuki tensed her muscles but she still dared herself into the conversation.
She cleared her throat, "So, what did you choose for his new suit? I'd like to see it!"
The redhead grinned, walking away from them to show that his fatigue had reached the maximum. "You'll see him tomorrow, Satsuki. He's going to be very. . . adorable tomorrow."
For once, despite not having the analysing powers like the bubblegum pink-haired woman, Daiki knew that the word adorable meant no better at all. The tanned male grimaced, not fond of sensing the intimidating air the shorter male excreted and he just prayed to Lord for Tetsuya's safety.
He need it for the next day, after all.
Kuroko Tetsuya did not wear the suit the next day, much to the redhead's chagrin.
His mismatched eyes bore insipidly into the pale blue ones during their heated battle of stares. Tetsuya had showed him the shreds of the suit he gave, or at least, what had been the left of it. The blunette did not look at all pleased, perhaps he wasn't one to be flaunted with sexy garments ― inwardly, Seijuurou laughed. It had been a joke after all, that suit. Wait, to be truthful, actually he had intended to see the level of Tetsuya's obedience.
It turned out that the blunette was hundred percent rebellious after all, if not too spiteful and ungrateful for his own pleasure. The upward stretched of the hero's lips pulled into a taut line of dissatisfaction toward the display of attitude. Rude, unappreciative, unpleasing!
"What do you think sidekicks are for, Master?" Tetsuya pressed the title harshly, he spat, "I repeat, I'm not going to be your slut and I will never be ―"
The thin line of the hero's patience had been worn off since yesterday. And with his yells ― a hero could not possibly be dominated by a sidekick, he noted ― from the lower ranked, he knew what had kept him still was now broken. Within full speed, and a small percentage of his power, the hero grabbed Tetsuya by the neck and turned him sideways so his back met against the cold surface of the table. He kept his force firm, but not applying to much to derive oxygen for the male to breathe and cause brutal pain against the area, Tetsuya was however frozen stiff afterwards. Shocked from the action and the sudden impact, the unexpected shift of position that the ragged trash he had within his hands had been released, unnoticeable, and his hands clawing on the ionised air.
Seijuurou breathed, calming his nerves whilst his eyes, like polished ruby and molten gold, bore deeper into the now, frightened blue. The blunette's eyes wavered, in frantic motion, he attempted to break the longing gaze. But he could not.
"I'm very disappointed," the man had spoken, his words low but filled with anger. "I'm telling you again, that you are unable to grasp the true meaning of sidekick." He exhaled, but his grip remained.
"I, uh. . ." Tetsuya was speechless, mortified even. But he had his pride too, and he refused to bow down to a person who desired to have his title as Master.
The redhead released his grip, seeing that pinning the other down to the surface did not do any good and he began to pace around, hands folded to his back ― his mien very much akin to a Captain in an army. "Tell me, Tetsuya, if you really are the wise one among two of us," the smirk was unpleasant and forced and bitter, "Explain what you understand about sidekicks."
This was it, Tetsuya huffed.
"Sidekicks are meant to be the helpers for heroes to assist them in their mission. . ." he trailed on, "Their progress will be tracked by the hero to see if they are qualified in battles and accomplishing missions or not. Sidekicks are meant to be the practical work ― a training to be a hero." Tetsuya ended his description, proudly.
He expected the hero would've been amused toward his explanation, something he had eagerly studied before, yet what he had received was a loud laughter maniacally coming from the redhead himself.
"Oh, Tetsuya. . . Tetsuya. . . Tetsuya. . . That was tremendously a foolish thing to say!"
"What I've said is clear ―"
"What you said," Tetsuya's words were disrupted, with the hero's tone low once more, "Were foolish imagination spouting from the media." He inched closer, much closer for the blunette's discomfort, and stroked his fingers to the cherub cheeks wet with humiliated tears. "Being sidekicks doesn't only mean to be helpers, they're meant to be servants for the hero because you are the reward for my hard work." Seijuurou grinned when the facts stabbed hard into the teen's chest, "That means you have to gain obedience, discipline and. . ." his face was merely an inch from Tetsuya's that he could feel the ragged breaths touching his skin, the hero flicked the teen's forehead, "Sex appeal."
The redhead distanced himself farther now, returning to his pacing back and forward, whilst waiting for the blunette to catch his breath. Tetsuya's voice had been watery, shocked had swallowed the rest of his desire for the rebellious confrontation.
Perhaps, since Seijuurou was much experienced, his words were truer indeed. Perhaps, everything that he had been exposed to was just a lure for him to enter the society ― because they lack in heroes, and they needed more people with special abilities. And he had been a spot on due to the incident.
The blunette found himself slumped to the floor, unable to grasp the reality that was given to him. He wasn't quite so sure if he was strong enough to be able to accept such a wrecked policy. Tetsuya glimpsed, his eyes now stringing with little tears, toward the redhead who eyed him with a monotonous look.
"I. . . I refused being your sidekick, then." He humbly admitted, one hand propped against the surface of the desk to help him stand.
Seijuurou shifted his brow, "Just because of what I've told you?"
"It's wrong!" Tetsuya snapped.
For a moment, everything went still and frozen in place. The blunette ever wondered if The Emperor's power was to control time but that didn't seemed that way. The hero was just dwelling with his thoughts, time lingered, and he clicked his tongue ― not to show frustration, but was that disappointment in his eyes? It seemed like a pang of remorse had pierced inside the sorrow-ridden heart.
"I see. . ." he close the distance between the two of them again, "And here. . . I thought you would have been such an interesting fellow. You may go pack your bags and leave, I will report to the agency soon."
He turned his back away from the teenager, no longer showing a keen fascination to hold a longer conversation. There were many other things that Tetsuya wanted to say, but the words get stuck in his throat. Teary-eyed, he left the penthouse immediately to let the other man brooding with his own thoughts.
It hurts.
It still hurts. . .
For a moment, he hoped the man he met yesterday was only a false shadow that covered the truth beneath. But Tetsuya had been wrong. That Seijuurou was the real Akashi Seijuurou; nothing more than an arrogant, proud man who thought nobody could live up to his standards. And he had enough.
The blunette returned to his room ― plain and narrow and uncomfortable ― with whitewashed walls and a quaint bed, which the mattress felt like it had been made out of stone. He hadn't unpack last night, fortunately. But he had never expected to leave as quick as he would have come here. He sighed, and grabbed his duffel bag out of the polished wooden wardrobe and proceeded to take his suitcase too at the corner of his bedroom.
It was out of a sudden, that his phone buzzing out a familiar ringtone meant for someone who he knew well. Tetsuya, at first, hesitated ― wasn't it school time for him to use his phone? He clearly remembered ― and yeah, he memorised ― that Kagami Taiga was supposed to have his Social Science class.
"Kagami?" he responded.
From the other line, Tetsuya could clearly sense the concern belonged to his friend. Taiga didn't say anything, yet he was murmuring to another person ― Himuro, the blunette noted ― about how to inform the news to their friend. So, Tetsuya called out to his name once again. Louder, this time. And Taiga almost went screaming because of the sheer nervousness he was currently spilling. Tetsuya asked once more;
"Kagami, what's wrong?"
"Kuroko? Kuroko, I. . . Em. . ." He hesitated.
His nervousness had made the blunette panicked. "What happened? Are you skipping school, is that it?"
"No, Kuroko. . ." he sighed, "Your family. . ."
"W-Why?"
And that was the end of Kuroko Tetsuya, after listening to the bomb that Taiga had dropped, he slumped to the floor, his tears much worst than what he had displayed toward Seijuurou.
The words that Taiga had spoken to him? They were; "Kuroko, your family was murdered."
And he knew so well, because of his helpless circumstances, that he needed help. Tetsuya, alone, was just a mere weakling whose power was invisibility. And he was aware of all heroes in the society, there was only one man he could plead for help.
Seijuurou, that was his hope.
TO BE CONTINUED
Mozu : Hey, hey, hey! I haven't update this for a while! I never realise that it was June already, and I'm like "Hella shit, it's already June!" and yeah, I HAVEN'T FINISH COVERING MY STUDIES!
Yes, I kill someone! Mwahahaha! Oh yeah, to be honest, it's sort of difficult to determine Aomine's power. I can't think of his Level Two and Three yet. If you have suggestions, feel free to state it in the review box. I also need help with his name, oh, and Murasakibara too I think.
More information right here :
TRIVIA
Aomine's power is by slowing other people's time by three second. With that, people often mistook his power as speed.
Murasakibara's power is basically defense. But it's kind of interesting when he advances Level Two is that he can absorb the power afflicted to himself and use it against the opponent, double the strength that they have made.
Kise's one is very flexible. He has the power to copy everyone, yes including Akashi's! But then, he is only limited to everyone's power Level One.
Midorima is a sniper, teehee. Maybe.
-Mozu The Mochi (2016)
