Hi there guys! :) I decided to try and do this kind of challenge thing pertaining to Oha Asa and Akakuro. I'll try to do a short story every 19th day of the month or when the luck of Sagittarius (Akashi) and Aquarius (Kuroko) is ranked first according to Oha Asa.
The pairings will mainly by Akakuro (my darling OTP3) However, if anyone wants a particular side pairing, they can request for it. But please take note that I might not really want to do the request if I don't really like the pairing (which will probably not be case) or if the pairing does not fit in with the particular chapter.
*Disclaimer: I don't own KnB. 1) I'm too unimaginative 2) If I did, I'd give WAY more Akakuro scenes ;)
Anyways, enjoy! :3
19/3/14: Handkerchief - Blue
"Shintarou," the handsome - though slightly lacking in the height department - redhead acknowledged the presence of his childhood friend. He then raised an eyebrow not only at the cheesy romance novel in the normally stiff-natured green-haired man's hands but also at the cheerful raven-haired male next to the ever strict cardiologist.
"Akashi," the green-haired doctor, Midorima, greeted before introducing his companion. "This is Takao Kazunari. He's an audiologist who works in the same hospital as I. Unfortunately, he coerced me into going with him to have lunch here in the park."
The blackhead, Takao, pouted. "You're giving me a bad reputation, Shin-chan," he complained before flashing Akashi a grin and stretching out a hand. "As what Shin-chan introduced earlier, I'm Takao Kazunari. Nice to meet you."
"Likewise. I'm Akashi Seijuurou," Akashi said calmly, returning the hand shake before adding, "Shintarou must really be fond of you to allow you to call him such a pet name."
Midorima frowned at the smug smirk on Akashi's face as he protested, "I didn't allow him!"
"Oh, stop being such a tsundere, Shin-chan!"
As the glasses-wearing man opened his mouth to shoot out a retort, Akashi cut their bickering short. "It really is a pleasure seeing you again, Shintarou, but I must be getting along now. It was nice meeting you too, Takao Kazunari."
"Alright then, see you soon, Akashi. Please tell Akashi-san that I said hello," Midorima said before pushing up his glasses. "By the way, today, Sagittarius has the best luck. Your lucky item is a handkerchief and your lucky colour is blue."
"You shouldn't be so superstitious, Shintarou," Akashi chastised absentmindedly for the thousandth time. The one and only thing Midorima had ever not listened to him was about Oha Asa horoscope. With a nod towards Midorima and a exchanging a handshake with Takao, the red-haired CEO of Rakuzan Enterprise turned away and strolled along the pathway in the park.
Finding a bench under a shady plum blossom tree, Akashi sat down and placed the bento that his family chef and cooked for him on his lap. Untying the handkerchief that was wrapped around the bento box, Akashi placed the cloth by his side before whispering a soft 'itadakimasu' and picking up his chopsticks to savour his meal.
After eating his food, Akashi was about to wrap the bento box with the handkerchief again when the wind blew harshly and swept the cloth with it. Silent cursing, Akashi ran off after it. His body, although fit and well-muscled, struggled to keep up the the ever-fickle wind that kept blowing the handkerchief in all directions. Finally the wind died down and the handkerchief fell to the ground landing near a light-blue-haired male.
Akashi did a small double-take because at first, he didn't notice the man but as the bluehead bent down to pick up the piece of cloth, Akashi's keen eyesight spotted him.
"That's mine," Akashi hurriedly strode forward to the male as the other's previously blank facial features scrunched up in confusion.
The shorter man looked up and Akashi blinked, feeling his breath hitch as he stared straight into a pair of beautiful sapphire-blue eyes. They seemed bottomless and Akashi found himself going into a trance the longer he stared into them.
"So this is yours?" The man, his voice ever so light and lilting, broke Akashi out of his transfix as he held out the handkerchief towards him.
"Yes, it got blown away by the wind," Akashi explained, taking back the piece of cloth. As he pulled the handkerchief towards him, his fingers lightly brushed with the other male's long, pale ones. A tingly feeling shot through him and he found himself smiling at the other man. "What's your name?"
"Kuroko Tetsuya," the male introduced.
"I'm Akashi Seijuurou," the redhead said. "Thank you for your help. As a token of my gratitude, how about I treat you to lunch some time?" Although it was not at all like Akashi to invite people out for lunch - or well, anything for that matter - the CEO felt intrigued by the beautiful man before him and sincerely wanted to know him better.
His invitation earned him a small smile from the shorter male. "Alright," the male said softly, reaching for his bag next to him an pulling out a notepad and pen, quickly jotted down something before handing it to Akashi. "Here. It was a pleasure meeting you Akashi-kun. Thank you for the kind offer."
With that, the young man walked past Akashi and turned round the bend of trees, disappearing from sight. Akashi turned his attention to the piece of paper in his hands.
Kuroko Tetsuya - XXXXXXXX
Staring at the faded piece of cloth in his hands, Akashi let out a small chuckle as he remembered.
Quietly, a pair of arms wrapped themselves around his torso as he turned around to face his blue-eyed lover.
"What are you think about, Sei?" Kuroko whispered, burying his face in his boyfriend's firm chest.
"Oh, just recalling the first time we met," Akashi smiled, returning his love's embrace. "I guess Oha Asa does have some merit."
Ah~ First chapter's done! Whoo hoo! Anyways, please review it and I'm sorry if it's short.
*Trivia: For this chapter, I imagined Kuroko to be either an author or journalist. That's why he carries a notepad and pen around ;D
Cheers,
HeteroChromium
I get today's info of Oha Asa from:
post/80055813652/march-19-2014
post/80024905528/i-cant-imagine-midorima-reading-some-romance