Author's Notes: (1) This is an AkaMomo fanfiction. Crack? Yes. FANfiction? Yes. So, please don't be rude and enjoy if you will.
(2) This will be a multi-chaptered story but with really short chapters updated every week.
Warning: May contain smut! in the future.

"I will marry you."

Satsuki paused at her stirring of her cooking pot and glanced at the red head leaning against the frame of her kitchen door.

"That hardly constitutes as a proposal, Akashi-kun." She smiled, busying herself with pouring tea over two cups. The pinkette then placed them on a silver tray and served them on her kitchen table. Satsuki then beckoned the still male to join her.

Quietly sitting himself on the seat adjacent to hers, Akashi lifted a cup to his mouth. The burning sensation of cheap tea coursed through his throat. "I will appreciate it if you don't treat what I've said as a joke, Momoi-san."

Sipping her own tea, Satsuki looked at the man across her. His own regal posture and almost stiff way of moving had her looking back to memories long past. "What else am I supposed to take it as, Akashi-kun? Even though it's not really of your character to joke around." Satsuki muttered the last part, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"Precisely." The red head agreed, "If it will make this conversation easier, think of it as a business proposal - a mutually profitable one, I must say."

"Oh?" A pink eyebrow rose in contention, "I have no doubts, but would it be rational,boccho-sama?"

A smirk played around Akashi's lips at the astuteness of his companion, "Ah, but Momoi-san, you know that the amount of risk equates to its rewards, yes?"

Getting tired of the game they were playing, Satsuki tucked a sliver of her peach hair behind her ear and sighed, "Let's get straight to the point, Akashi-kun. What's the deal here?"

Akashi shrugged minutely, "Nothing yet, as you haven't agreed to marry me yet, Momoi-san." A glint in his eyes caught light, "Or do you already agree?"

Exhaling her exasperation over the marriage matter, Satsuki held back a glare, "Why?"

"It's simple really—-"

"—-enlighten me, oh great emperor."

Rolling his eyes at her mature name-calling, Akashi stood up, leaned over the table until only several inches separated their faces. Heterochromatic eyes flitted down to Momoi's flat stomach with intensity that had her protective for but a few seconds.

"The child needs a father and I need a wife."

End notes: I may be in love with this pairing so.