Kuroko no Basuke is copyrighted by Fujimaki Tadatoshi-sensei. Give him the best regards for creating this great manga!

The OCs are mine.

Warning: Akashi x OC. Later on it will be Midorima x OC, but the main story is focused on Akashi.

Alluring Gaze

Chapter 03

Reasons

After he saw Sakuya again, Mibuchi was in great mood. At practice, for some reasons he seemed glowing in glee. People around him only sweat-dropped at him. At least Mibuchi had so much energy to endure the menu Akashi had given to him, especially it was doubled (as a price for asking Akashi's help to deliver his message to Sakuya).

"So this is what people called 'fall in love'?" Hayama asked nobody in particular, but he hoped Akashi or Nebuya who were near him could reply. The three were taking a break after doing their own menu.

"Are you sure he's in love?" Nebuya replied him with another question.

"I'm the one who asked the question first, you know…" Hayama whined. "But, just look at Reo-nee! It's the first time he's grinning so wide that people around him are scared!"

The two took a peek again at Reo. This time, the said-man already finished his plays and approached them. He took his towel and draped it around his neck. He noticed the strange look given by the two. "What is it?"

"Well… It's just, you seem different after you met that chick," Nebuya blurted out. Hayama smacked his back for being straightforward.

Mibuchi frowned. "She has a name, you know. It's Urenomiya Sakuya." He corrected Nebuya's way to call Sakuya.

"Who cares about it? I don't know her-" Nebuya stopped halfway when he noticed Mibuchi's dark glare for him. He sighed. "Fine. Urenomiya… Sakuya, right?"

Akashi chuckled. He amused seeing Mibuchi acted that way when the Sakuya-girl is involved. Just how much he's attracted to her?

"Hey, Reo-nee. Is it true she's not your girlfriend?" It's Hayama's turn to ask. "Really? Are you sure? You're not lying, aren't you?"

"Just how many times do I have to remind you do not call me that?!" Mibuchi shook his head. "Well, right now she is not. But maybe, she will be one," he stated and grinned. "Time will tell~"

"I believe he's the obsessed one…" Nebuya muttered; unnoticed by Mibuchi so the guy won't beat him up.

Akashi then decided to pry in. "When will you tell her about the outcome, Reo?"

"Tomorrow," before Akashi cut in, Mibuchi added. "Via phone-calls!"

Hayama blinked at that. "You have her number?"

"Of course. It's easier, anyway. Because she has part-time job after school and only free at Thursday – which I can't - I asked her number. She gladly gave it to me." Mibuchi grinned again. "How lucky I am!"

"I guess you will do that," Akashi stated. "Let's continue our practice, then."

The three nodded and followed Akashi to the court.

Sakuya already changed her attire to her usual work uniform; white shirt with black short tie, dark blue pants, and green apron. She also tied her hair into ponytail. Sakuya works part-time at a local bookstore named 'Higasa'; taken from the store's late founder and owner. Her manager is the founder's daughter, Higasa Kagiri. Ever since she worked here, Sakuya never finds herself getting bored or thinking to change jobs. She loves the books there. She loves the calm atmosphere. She loves the interior. She just loves everything there.

Right now she's packing the new books that arrived since her arrival there to the appropriate shelves. After all of them are organized, she decided to check around the store when she spotted an old magazine in the rack. What her eyes caught was the text on the cover of the magazine; 'The Interview with The Prodigies - Generation of Miracles'.

"Generation of Miracles? Takano-san mentioned about it earlier in class…" Without any thoughts, she grabbed the magazine and approached her manager; who's in charge with the cashier. She then showed the magazine to her. "Excuse me, Higasa-san. I want this magazine, please."

"Oh? It's rare for you to buy magazine, Saku-chan." Higasa took the magazine from her hand and looked at it for a while. "Hm? Isn't this magazine already old?" Sakuya nodded. Higasa gave back the magazine to her. "Then just take it. You don't have to pay."

"But this is still from the store. I cannot take this for free."

"No-no-no. It's actually not for sale, considering how old it is. Where did you get that?"

"From that rack." Sakuya pointed out to the rack not far from her. Higasa blinked. "I guess it was mixed up with others when I packed out. I always put the old ones in the warehouse, you see," Higasa explained. "Then that means it's free."

Sakuya seemed reluctant to accept it. But her manager waved her hand. "Come on, now! I said it's free, right? Just take it."

"If Higasa-san said so, I'll gladly accept it," Sakuya bowed to her manager. "Thank you."

"Nah, don't sweat it. Anyway, why do you want that magazine? Interested with one of the Generation of Miracles?" the older woman teased.

Sakuya shook her head. "I'm interested with the title itself, not the person…" She trailed off. "Although, my friend mentioned something about our classmate who is from the Generation of Miracles."

"Your classmate, huh?" Higasa rubbed her chin. "You're from Rakuzan, so that means your classmate is Akashi Seijurou?" Sakuya nodded again; making Higasa raised her brows. "Wow. I never know you're in the same class as him, Saku-chan."

Sakuya tilted her head. "Is something wrong with that, Higasa-san?"

"Not really. It's nothing much." The two then noticed some people came to the store. They shouted "welcome!" in unison. "You'll know later after you read it, Saku-chan. Now, let's get back to work."

The brown-haired girl nodded in agreement and helped Higasa out after she put the magazine into her bag back in the locker room.

After done with her part-time job, she bid "good night" to Higasa and went back to her apartment. When she unlocked the door and got inside, she was greeted with silence. She lives alone, after all. Her parents are not around anymore; leaving her in her relative's care. She doesn't mind the usual atmosphere in the room; she already used to it. She walked in to the kitchen after putting her shoes. She checked the fridge; there are varieties of foods inside, still enough for four days. She noted herself to visit the market on Thursday.

Her phone suddenly rang; someone has called her. She quickly took her phone out from her bag and answered it without looking at the caller's name. "Hello."

"Good evening. Is this Urenomiya Sakuya?" a heavy voice heard from the other side. She blinked. Where did she hear that voice before?

"Yes, I am. Could I know who am I speaking to?" she asked politely like always.

The voice chuckled. "This is Akashi Seijurou."

She blinked again. Akashi? How did he know her number? "Akashi-san?" she muttered her classmate's name. "I'm sorry, but I believe I never give you my number. Where did you get it from?"

"I know you will ask that," Akashi chuckled again. "I got it from Reo. I forgot to ask your number in class earlier."

So that's how it is. "I see. Is something the matter, Akashi-san?"

"I want you to come to the library tomorrow at lunch break," Akashi explained. "I want to discuss about our parts in Baroque, since ours have some connections, after all."

"I'll come, then. But, how about Takano-san? Will she come along, too?"

"No need. I believe she can handle it without our help, so do come tomorrow alone." Sakuya noticed the stressed 'alone' word in Akashi's tone. "Bring your lunch, too. You can eat it in the library."

The last statement made Sakuya furrowed her brows. "I'm sorry? But the library is prohibited to bring food-"

Akashi cut in before the girl finished her speech. "I said you could eat your lunch in the library." When the girl was quiet, he added again. "You said you trusted me as your group leader. Then, you should trust me with this, shouldn't you?"

She heard too many stressed words in his speech. "I suppose so, but not including this, Akashi-san." Akashi heard Sakuya's sigh. He just smirked to himself. "It's violating the rules. As a member of library committee, I will obey the rules; hence I won't bring my lunch, only myself."

So Sakuya joined the library committee? He never knows. But again, Sakuya defied him. At least the girl agreed to be present, though. "What a shame. Do whatever you want, then. I'll let you off the second time."

Sakuya didn't notice the meaning behind Akashi's last part, so she just replied nonchalantly. "I will. Sorry to trouble you."

"You're not, Sakuya." But you defied me. "I'll bid you good evening, then."

Sakuya blinked hearing her name from Akashi's mouth. That's the first time the red-head actually says it, but she doesn't mind it – although she thinks it's impolite to address someone informally. Which it means, "Before that, Akashi-san…"

"Yes?"

"I think it's impolite to address Mibuchi-senpai the way you did," Sakuya blurted out; pointed out to how Akashi calls Mibuchi 'Reo' even though the man is older than him. "Please address him as how a kouhai do to his senpai, no matter how close you two."

Akashi was taken aback with Sakuya's 'lecture'. Wait, she just lectured him? Him; the great Akashi Seijurou? He wanted to retort, but his words wouldn't come out. It's like something is stucked in his throat. Since he hasn't replied, Sakuya decided to end the call. "Well, excuse me then. Good evening, Akashi-san," and the call ended just like that.

Much to Akashi's dismay, he didn't have the chance to explain that Sakuya, too, also is impolite to him the other way round.

He shook his head. The said-girl won't understand if he declares it. She doesn't know about Teiko and Generation of Miracles, after all. Akashi sighed and put back his red cell on the table. He already settled his business with Sakuya, so tomorrow he will see the outcome. He's not talking about the discussion, but Sakuya's presence at library later. The reason he decided to ask Mibuchi the girl's number is one of his scheme; to uncover the relation between Sakuya and a guy named Amamiya Yanabu; Nebuya's classmate. Since he is the library committee's president, he will be present at lunch time at the obvious-place. Why don't use that opportunity to see Amamiya's reaction when he sees Sakuya? Will he be flustered or stay calm? The outcome will answer his 'something interesting' soon.

"Since she is also the member of the library committee, it will make things to be more interesting." Akashi smirked. "Let's see it tomorrow, shall we?"

Nebuya is scratching his head and his mood is rather… foul.

His captain asked, or rather ordered him to keep an eye on Amamiya Yanabu's actions.

Ever since he blurted out about 'someone creepy who likes to stare at girl's photo' yesterday, it made Akashi interested. After that, the red-head said something about the photo of brown-haired girl Nebuya once saw when the dark-skinned guy bumped Amamiya maybe was Sakuya. He noted it; maybe. Due to that reason, Akashi asked him to spy Amamiya's behavior in class. When he asked why, Akashi replied it was for Reo's sake. The red-head doesn't wants Reo to lose focus in the Winter Cup later when Sakuya is involved, and so wants the thing to be settled as soon as possible; to ease his bewilderment.

"I should have lied about the photo…" Nebuya thought. "Damn Akashi, making me does this useless crap. Hayama's at fault, too! He shouldn't bring up that topic!" He silently cursed at Hayama.

Then again, he remembered Akashi's words to him.

"Do not let Reo know this." Akashi declared with eyes narrowed. He, Hayama, and Nebuya were gathering in the locker room, with Mibuchi's absence. "If one of you accidentally mentions it, you'll know the price."

"But why? I think Reo-nee must know about this," Hayama retorted.

"Then can you picture him finds out and gets enraged?" Akashi smirked. "Sure you don't want that to happen, Kotarou?"

Hayama only smiled sheepishly at his captain. He rubbed the back of his head. "I don't want to experience that kind of things again… When Reo-nee becomes a yakuza…"

Nebuya butted in. "But we're still not sure if he's the one behind that chick's case." Akashi and Hayama looked at him. "I mean, indeed the photo was a brown-haired girl, but there are so many girls with brown-haired here. She could be anyone."

"To point out, she could be Sakuya." Akashi crossed his arms. "Which is why, I want you to keep an eye to Amamiya Yanabu tomorrow."

Nebuya pointed himself. "Me?"

"Yes, Eikichi. You're in the same class with him. That will make things easier, right?"

Nebuya seemed reluctant to accept it, but he is facing Akashi – for his dear life. He scratched his head while growled. "Jeez. For Mibuchi's sake? Damn, is he really that affected with that B-cup chick? He doesn't have taste at all."

Akashi raised his brows. That part of speech reminded him of Aomine Daiki and his rants about 'girls with big boobs are the best' and 'small boobs mean no boobs'. It's just amusing for Nebuya to know a girl's size from one look. He could be Aomine's mate for that. "Then let me warn you. If you happen to be discovered by him," Akashi smiled darkly to his teammates; making both of them shivered. "Your menu will be quadrupled."

"Are you fucking kidding-"

Nebuya's cursing halted by Akashi's warning of "quintupled" and the dark-skinned guy decided to not retort again. "Quadruple is enough..."

"Damn that Sakuya chick…" Nebuya hissed. "All this matter about her is dragging me into this shit. Just what the hell is that girl, anyway?"

He stopped his ramble when he spotted Amamiya who was sitting quietly at his desk starting to find something in his bag. Nebuya's eyes trailed his movement from afar, until he saw Amamiya is holding a photo. But because he's too far from him, he can't see who's in the photo. Being the straightforward guy he is, Nebuya stood from his chair and walked up to the glasses-guy silently. When he was near him, he could barely see the photo from his views. It was a photo of a girl with brown hair. His eyes trailed down to see the face, unfortunately the bell has rang and Amamiya quickly put the photo back to his bag.

"Tch." Feeling defeated, Nebuya went back to his desk lazily. It was a good opportunity, yet he missed it. Akashi will kill him for that.

When Akashi entered the library, he spotted a glasses-guy was already there organizing the books. It was lunch time and Akashi went there immediately after the bell rang. He's actually not go there alone. Behind him, Sakuya had followed him and also entered the library. As soon as they walked past the glasses-guy, the green-eyed girl greeted him. "Good afternoon, Amamiya-senpai."

The glasses-guy who turns out to be Amamiya Yanabu turned his head to see the shorter girl bowed to him. "Oh, Urenomiya-san. Good afternoon, too. I believe today's not your duty to check the library?"

Akashi observed the taller man in front of Sakuya, and sighed later. "Normal behavior... for now."

Sakuya straightened up. "You are right. But today I am here to accompany my group leader to discuss about Baroque," she stated monotonously.

"Your group leader?" Amamiya peered over Sakuya's shoulder to notice Akashi is standing behind the stoic girl, one arm in his pants pocket. He shuddered. "O-oh. Akashi Seijurou?"

Akashi nodded at Amamiya. "I am. You wouldn't mind if we discuss our topic here, Amamiya-san?" The red-head questioned him while reading the name tag on Amamiya's blazer. "He is indeed Amamiya Yanabu."

Amamiya nodded in agreement. "Well then, I-I guess I will go somewhere first." He then turned back to Sakuya. "Urenomiya-san, would you mind to watch the library? I'll be back soon."

"I delightfully accept that. Please take your time," Sakuya replied deadpanned. Amamiya smiled at her and quickly left the two in the library.

"How irresponsible," Akashi muttered; noticed by Sakuya. "What if he's not coming back until break is over?"

"Then I'll stay here until then," Sakuya stated; making it sounds like it is always been like that for her. Akashi chuckled. He then took a seat in one of the tables, with Sakuya took the opposite of him.

"Let me know your progress first."

Sakuya nodded and put her notebook for Akashi's to read. Heterochromatic eyes studied the contents of the notebook, and a while later his eyes widen. Sakuya's summary and hypothesis about Baroque are surely neat, systematic, and accurate. She explained her parts one by one without forgetting the subject-predicate-object rule so others can understand what she wanted to express. Though the explanation is long, she also made another small notes; probably used for her speech later. She even mentioned the sources where she got those data; most of them are from historic books. He knitted his brows. He never finds someone who is on par with him for academic skills. He must admit - Sakuya is really excellent.

"I don't have any objection for this," Akashi handed back the notebook to Sakuya. Now it's his turn to let Sakuya to check his own notes. He gave her the notebook and silently the green-eyed girl studied the contents; focused. Moments later, she handed back the book to Akashi. "I need your honest opinion about my data."

"Akashi-san is really thoughtful and cautious. Your notes are easy to understand, too. You're really an expert on this."

Sakuya's honest remark made Akashi chuckled. "No need to appraise me. You, too, are expertise in this field. You even par with me."

"I'm just only good with this kind of subject, actually," Sakuya stated. "You're excellent at any subject, Akashi-san. As for me, my strengths are in my English, literature, and history. I am no par for you."

"How humble," Akashi remarked mockingly. "Now it has come to this, we actually don't need to discuss anymore."

Sakuya blinked. "What will you do then?"

The red-head rested his chin on his palm. "Why don't you let me ask you some questions, if you don't mind?"

The girl titled her head. "I don't mind."

"Very well." Akashi adjusted his position. Heterochromatic eyes locked to green ones. It's the seventh time, and he still can't feel any nervousness from the owner. But he noticed something with those eyes. They reminded him of Midorima Shintarou's eyes – both of them have long lower lashes – although the color of Sakuya's is more brilliant. In Japan, someone with green eyes is rare to find – for the exception of Midorima.

Forget about it. All of the Generation of Miracles are odd from the start, including himself. They have unique features, after all.

Hence, that fact drove him to his first question. "Are you a half-bred?"

The owner of the said eyes only nodded her head in approval; didn't want to explain further. Akashi raised his brows. "You're not going to explain the details?"

"You didn't ask me to explain," is the short answer she gave to him. Akashi felt himself face-palmed, although he won't show it to others. "Then I should request you to answer and clarify what I will ask further. Do it to that matter now."

Sakuya narrowed her eyes. "Before that, please be polite." Akashi shot his eyes wide. "The last part was rude, Akashi-san. You should imply it civilly."

Somehow he felt Sakuya is being more and more disproval with him. Other than that, she only speaks up her honest opinion. He knows that, yet it irritates him to be lectured by her. He acts that way because that is one of all things that made him as he is now. But for now, he decided not to counter her remark. It is meaningless. "Then, let me rephrase it. Do interpret what I asked you earlier." Still with his ordering attitude, although went unnoticed by Sakuya.

"My father was Japanese. My mother was American. I inherited my father's hair color and my mother's straight hair and green eyes."

The word 'was' captured Akashi's curiosity. She used past tense. Which is mean, "They passed away?" but Akashi quickly added "When?" before Sakuya conversed.

"They did; in a plane accident after their departure from America, approximately six years ago. I was in fifth grade at the time."

Akashi nodded. He decided not to discuss anymore than that. "Which school did you enroll in your junior high times?" The question surely to convey the reasons why Sakuya seems like doesn't recognize him, as Mibuchi said.

"Middleford Academy in England."

The foreign-word surprised Akashi slightly. He thought Sakuya's middle school was in somewhere unknown in Japan so the girl doesn't know about Teiko and Generation of Miracles, but he was wrong, again. To his remembrance, Middleford Academy is the one which praises morals and etiquettes highly. That little fact hinted him to why Sakuya is too polite for her age.

The red-head signaled the girl to continue on. "After my parent's death, my relatives from England were the ones who took care of me. After I graduated from elementary, they decided to send me to England to grant one of my parent's wishes; to enroll me to a prestigious school in England. I spent three years there, and after my graduation, I asked my relatives to send me back to Japan for some reasons." Sakuya took another breath. "At first, they denied it. But somehow I managed to convince them and they let me moved here, in Kyoto. They also enrolled me here, so here I am now."

"That explained why you are so polite and dislikes improper attitudes," Akashi implied; only made Sakuya blinked. "I'm curious, though. You work part-time? Does that mean your relatives didn't provide you with financial issues?"

Sakuya shook her head. Akashi continued on. "If they did, then why do you still work part-time?"

"I work to earn money for myself. My relatives' financial support is used for school fees and living expenses. I asked them to leave my own allowance in the first place, so I have to do it."

Akashi hummed in response. "Impressive. Yet, you still have so much time to do all the school tasks? I'm impressed."

"Thank you for the compliment. I do have much time to finish them all," Sakuya then thought to herself. "Which reminds me, I didn't read the magazine I brought yesterday. I guess I was engrossed to the historic books last night…"

A ringing classical tune rang. It was Sakuya's phone. "I'm sorry. Please let me answer the call first." Akashi nodded. The girl then took out her phone from her blazer pocket and answered the call after seeing the caller's name. It was from Mibuchi. "Hello."

"Hello, Sa-chan. Am I not interrupting your time?" The man is still as gentle as ever.

"You're not, Mibuchi-senpai. Please do not worry." Akashi blinked hearing his teammate's name. "I have just done my discussion group with Akashi-san. We were having a chat."

"Sei-chan?" There was a slight pause, before Mibuchi continued. "Okay then~ Anyway, I've just done with your case earlier. So I'm calling to tell you that."

"Is that so? That's a relief," Sakuya's gaze softened. Akashi was taken aback with the slight change. It's his first time – after her joyfulness with historic era like Baroque – to see her usual icy gaze to be warmer. Did Mibuchi tell her something good? About her case?

"I'm glad you're delighted." Sakuya can hear Mibuchi's chuckle. "Turns out you can resign from the event. We can continue the event with five candidates, anyway."

"I see. Thank you for your help, Mibuchi-senpai. I will return your kindness someday." Although monotone, both Akashi and Mibuchi can sense the gratefulness within.

"Oh, no! My heart just skipped a beat!" Mibuchi sweated. "I-it's okay, Sa-chan! Well then, I'm going to hang up. See you, Sa-chan!"

Sakuya hummed. "Good day, Mibuchi-senpai." She put back her phone into her pocket after ending the call. She then noticed Akashi's glare towards her. "Is there something wrong, Akashi-san?"

"I'm just curious what were you talking about with Reo…" he trailed off. He noticed the cold gaze from Sakuya; warning him about their talk last night. It was piercing. Somehow he cannot counter that. He only sighed in defeat. "Reo... senpai," he muttered, slightly annoyed.

How a gaze can shut him up, he thought. Why not his, but hers instead? There's something wrong here… That side of his which he cannot tolerate. He doesn't want to admit it, yet. He doesn't want to. It will crush his pride.

"Reo-senpai told me about-" suddenly Sakuya paused. Her eyes trailed to the library's door; noticed by Akashi. But she quickly trailed back. "The outcome of my case."

The red-head composed himself. He crossed both his arms and legs. "What did he say?"

For some reason, Akashi felt Sakuya rose her voice on purpose. "I'm officially disqualified from the candidates of 'The Next Miss Rakuzan'," and his suspicion was answered after someone barged into the library forcefully. Their heads turned to see a distress Amamiya looked in disbelief. Now Akashi knows why Sakuya eyes scanned the door earlier. She was expecting Amamiya to barge in.

"Amamiya-senpai," Sakuya stood up and walked one step towards him. "Listening to our conversation all along is impolite, senpai."

Akashi rolled his eyes. He also saw Amamiya twitched. "W-what are you talking about, Urenomiya-san? I didn't listen to y-your conversation…" His speech was stammered.

"Then why you didn't look at me in the eyes when you're talking to me?" Sakuya tried to catch Amamiya's eyes, but the glasses-guy immediately avoided hers. "You're lying, senpai."

So Amamiya did listen to their conversation? From which part? How did Sakuya know, and how he didn't realize? Is Amamiya's presence hideous, or he was blinded with Sakuya's gaze earlier? "How amusing. This is beyond my expectation again." He won't be careless next time.

Akashi decided to pry in. He also stood up, but not moving anywhere. "How disgraceful. You were listening outside?" His harsh tone received a piercing gaze again from Sakuya, but he ignored it. "I want to know what your motive for that."

"B-but, why?" Amamiya ignored Akashi's demand. He looked at Sakuya instead. "Why you were disqualified? Y-you're worth it, you know. You're actually beautiful!" Amamiya shouted in horror. "You're different from those girls! You're polite, thoughtful, caring… but nobody notice your brilliance! T-that's why… I went through by signing you up to that event!"

Amamiya put both of his hands beside his head. He shrieked. "Yet, you were disqualified. Why… why… WHY?!"

Akashi only sighed. "Fools." Fools are same everywhere in the world. "So you're the one who signed Sakuya up without her permission?" He then smirked. "If you did it to make her known by the entire school, then you're a hypocrite. A shameful hypocrite."

"Akashi-san…" Sakuya turned to him and sighed. "Please let him be. I will settle this by myself." She received a silent reply from Akashi and turned back to Amamiya. "I am grateful to hear your opinion about me, Amamiya-senpai. But I must assure you this. I was the one who asked them to resign me out."

Amamiya's face was full of shock. He was agitated when the student council decided to disqualify her, and now the said-girl was the one who asked them that. "Urenomiya-san… why?"

The green-eyed girl shook her head lightly. "I am not interested with it. Also," her eyes narrowed; reminiscing about her memories from the past. "I don't like to be the center of attraction. That is why; it's okay for people to not notice me. I prefer it that way."

Akashi wanted to comment that Sakuya is also a hypocrite, but the words won't come out. The girl's tone is serious. Although he can only see her back, he can sense her solid validation. She is being true to herself.

But Amamiya can't accept her honesty. He snapped. In seconds, he rushed towards Sakuya and slammed her on the wall behind her. The girl gasped at her senpai's deathly grip on her shoulders. "No… no… no way I'm going to let you go wasted… NO!" He shouted in despair.

"I-it hurts, senpai-" Sakuya winced at the pain. Boy's strength indeed is stronger than girl's. "Please calm down…"

A hand grabbed Amamiya's left arm; stopping him from causing Sakuya any pain to her shoulders. The owner of the hand spoke darkly. "Let go of her."

Akashi put more strength to his grip; making Amamiya released both of his hands off from Sakuya. The taller guy fell on his knee. His arm turned red from Akashi's strong grip. He didn't know the shorter guy has incredible strength.

The red-head glared at Amamiya in disgust. He loathes those who dare to hurt women physically. He took a stand in front of Sakuya; defending her. "A fool is a loser. A loser means denied from the world."

Akashi crossed his arms. His heterochromatic eyes looked at Amamiya mockingly. His words humiliated Amamiya's well-being.

"Know your place."

Author's Note:

Turns out I was able to finish the chapter 03 and uploaded it here. That's a relief.

Anyway, thank you for those who favorite and follow 'Alluring Gaze'. I'm so happy when I received e-mails from fanfiction.

Somehow, I kinda made Akashi looks… disappointing in here? Maybe I am. Sorry if he's out of character! I'm still trying to catch his personality (Mibuchi and Nebuya, too!). Akashi and Sakuya's relationship is still far from being called 'friend'. Especially Akashi, since he denied Sakuya's worth. He is still on with his unspoken bet with Mibuchi, though!

Chapter 04 will be out after I done my mid-term tests, thank you! The schedule's already up, and I got English on the first day. But what I'm afraid of is my West Art History! I'm bad at that particular subject.

Well then, as always, thank you for your reviews. I'll be waiting for more reviews from you all. Also, sorry if there were some wrong grammars and such.

Have a nice day.