Summary: AkaKuro oneshots c:

Pairings: All AkaKuro though slight side pairings, maybe.

Warnings: Slight OOCness towards various situations, head canons, sexual implications

Ratings may change later on.

[6] Author-san!

Summary:

Akashi rarely has time for himself when he's bombarded with company things or shogi tournaments. So he starts an online novel, nothing too fancy yet gets full blown attention. Kuroko is bored. He surfs the internet and finds an online novel. Critiques the work, of course, because he, too, is an author.

Prompt:

Akashi is an online author. Kuroko comments on his work. Akashi is binterested, yes yes.

* Thank you Swift Cold for the prompts c:

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It had been their tenth meeting. Ten weeks of getting acquainted with each other. Ten little weeks yet it already felt as if it had been years. Tetsuya must have met this man before. Somewhere. Maybe in a past life.

Seijuurou and Tetsuya sat silently in their seats as they enjoyed brunch, crimson feline orbs and large aquamarine ones meeting each other's gazes from time to time. If either of the two were not so stoic, there would be a faint rosy blush on those pale alabaster cheeks of both parties, finding the lack of communication somewhat tense though comforting.

Tetsuya was not a romantic; he had no personal experience towards romance nor did he acquire any romantic or sexual feelings towards anyone for the twenty-two years he has lived. Those things were meant for books, he had assured himself through junior high and high school. There had been girls who had confessed to him countless of times- one he remembered was a close friend named Momoi Satsuki. Though he respected her and undoubtfully enjoyed her company (as well her childhood friend Aomine Daiki), he thought of the girl more as an overly doting big sister rather than a romantic interest. She was beauty beyond compare and many other males would have killed to be in Tetsuya's position for the girl was not only charming and beautiful, but also had one of the highest intelligence that the bluenette had ever encountered. Tetsuya had simply come to the conclusion that he was aromantic and asexual altogether.

Akashi Seijuurou was of the same. No romantic experience whatsoever. Though he had dabbled in romance, he did not find it as enjoyable as the way characters out of novels cherished it. Every relationship he had started was forced, either with daughters of businessmen or girls who incesstantly pestered him with chocolates, home made bento*, or love letters. Any sexual relationships he had partaken in were one-night stands; when he began working for his father's company as the heir, he had proceeded sleeping with any woman (powerful ones, mostly) to release stress. But like Tetsuya, he had no particular interest in the two above, for expectations had always been on his top priorities.

The sky-headed author sipped his cup of tea, wondering. He had never been interested in any man or woman, so what made the red head so different? They were alike in many ways, from appearance to formalities to interests. Even so, they were different, from two seperate spectrums. Tetsuya was polite and humble, selfless yet undeniably selfish from time to time, though those times were rare. The bluenette found himself extremely ordinary and had an odd low presence, so he normally blended with the shadows. He was unnoticeable. Seijuurou was born of high standards, therefore he considered himself highly, though knew his place. He was confident and and talented at almost everything he did, and he even held high standards for others. Unlike Tetsuya, he stood out with his blazing scarlet hair and feline eyes to match, the silly sheltered rich boy who spent his days sorting out information, attending business meetings, company stuff and all that sorts. Tetsuya worked part time at the kindergarten near his one bedroom apartment, while spending the rest of his time at home with his malamute Nigou, normally juggling between writing before deadlines or starting new stories because his imagination did not cease to run wild. They were so different, yet so refreshingly alike. Both stubborn by nature, yet equally caring and polite. So why did Tetsuya have this odd feeling well up in his chest everytime he came to meet the heir of Akashi Inc.?

"I read your update last night," the bluenette began as he set his teacup down, wiping his soft pale rose lips with a napkin. "It was quite a beautiful twist. I did not expect Aoki and Miki to fall in love in the end. It was quite a refreshing finale."

"I am glad that you found enjoyment towards the story. It had been my first, and completely out of my comfort zone," was the humble reply from the red headed male. A genuine smile- receiving one from the man was absolutely rare- graced Seijuurou's lips. "I read your novel a few days ago, actually. It was oddly captivating in a sense that the weirdest combinations had created the perfect fit. You lead people on in the beginning, proceeding to make people think that everyone in District 4 is human aside from the secreted ones with odd powers and abilities. Then, the odd twist is finding out that District 4 is not a place in Earth but an alternate universe in which the humans and 'Graces' coincide with one another in an oppressive government. The biggest twist of all was when you revealed the existence of seven different alternate universes in which the Grace were plotting against District 4 with District 6's Demonias. It was so complex but so easy to follow through. It came out to be a normal utopian oppressive society in the beginning but twisted into something so.. Extraterrestrial. I do not know if that word is fitting but it is the only word that is coming to my head at this moment."

It was Tetsuya's turn to smile. "I am glad you had no trouble reading it and catching on with the plot. There were many complicated elements and it took around twenty-seven re-writes to have it published. I plan to make it a series; I am working on the second book at this moment. Do you plan to continue writing web-stories?"

"Actually, yes. I have been doing a draft of a new one. Though as of this moment, it is difficult to say if I will stick with the idea. I will probably start a hiatus until I can get everything settled."

"Ah, interesting. I look forward to it."

An odd silence ended the conversation, with Tetsuya looking oddly nervous. Seijuurou had not aimlessly slept with anyone for the past ten weeks, finding the author's presence enough to relieve his stress. He took a liking to the adult, possibly liking him a bit too much for his own tastes. It had been ten weeks. Tetsuya was irritatingly dense towards his subtle signs of interest, though Seijuurou knew to be patient. People like Tetsuya were high maintenance, yet absolutely worth the long struggle. Seijuurou wanted the author. And he would stop at nothing to get him.

"Is something the matter, Kuroko?" Seijuurou inquired softly, gently. Sweet. He did not understand why he treated the male so sweetly compared to other people. He knew he had a romantic interest towards Tetsuya, but was not aware that the man could affect him so.

"I was wondering..." The bluenette trailed off, still slightly uncomfortable. He did not really understand why this meeting was different from the others, but the current one seemed very important. "I was wondering how Akashi-san deals with romance."

Seijuurou rose his eyebrows in interest, careful enough to not let his curiosity get the best of him. "Romance? I have never been particularly enthralled with the idea of love. I have dabbled in many relationships but did not find it as satiating as my expectations made it out to be. I do admit, after working for my father I began one-night stands to relieve stress though I have ended such affairs weeks ago. Romance had never truly interested me so I have little to no experience in it."

"Aah," was the response envoked from the azure-eyed male. "I am the same, I guess. Though not with the sexual stuff."

"Until now."

Confusion. Did Seijuurou mean to say something esle? Tetsuya was not good at these kind of things and found himself antisocial at most. "Huh?"

"I admit that I never had an affinity for romance or love of any sorts but I do know that this platonic relationship we have-.. Well, to put it bluntly, I would like to begin courting you."

"Huh?" The response slipped out of Tetsuya's mouth subconsciously as his head attempted to make out Seijuurou's confession. Without realizing, his cheeks tinted a bright red pink and his head had turned to the window, refusing to face the amused rich man. "Huh?"'

"You seem too shocked by this, Kuroko. Is there a problem? I did make subtle hints at my interest towards you. Though I guess you were too dense to notice," Seijuurou teased with a playful smirk, resting his chin on his palm.

"I am not dense!" Tetsuya argued, eyebrows furrowed and lips pressed into a thin line. He was not particularly angry, more embarressed than anything. "And why must you be so formal? To the point of using the word 'courting.' What are we, Akashi-san? In the middle ages? Honestly- the kind of person you are..!"

"You are adorably funny, Kuroko," was the amused response followed by a soft chuckle.

"I am not adorable. And I do not have a sense of humor. Please get to know me better than that."

"Ah, but that is false. You are sarcastic by nature and you do odd things that are undeniably humorous. You have a strange addiction to vanilla milkshakes and you enjoy animals and children, hoping to have children of your own soon enough. You hide your laughter or chuckles by turning your head or covering your face with your hands. Also the case for when you are flustered or embarressed. You love to read as much as you love to write, your taste in music is any soft, slow, yet catchy melody that is very mellow and relaxing. You have a low presence and an even lower appetite. You enjoy nature and love going sight seeing whenever you have the chance. You are an only child and a suprising lady killer," Seijuurou stated with an odd ease, as if rehearsed.

"Akashi-san, did you stalk me?!" Kuroko wondered frightfully.

Bursting into an out of character fit of laughter, Seijuurou covered his mouth to attempt to surpress the sudden display of amusement. Tetsuya blushed at the sight, finding Seijuurou's laughter to be extremely soft and refreshing. His milky blue eyes softened and he could stop a smile from gracing his own lips. "No, no. Of course not, Kuroko. I am close friends with Aomine Daiki, along with Momoi Satsuki. When I brought you up to them after our first meeting, they did not cease to sputter their junior high days with you."

"Ah, I see."

Regaining composure, Seijuurou propped himself up from his seat. "So how about it? May I take you out on a date?"

"I would like that very much," was the soft reply.

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Fin.

Heyyoo! How did you like this light-hearted story? I thought it was for the best considering chapter five's angst c:

Also, it was very short but I hope the next chapter will be more than fulflilling.

Stay tuned for more c:

-Urami/Rinnu/Seki/Shittoko

Review, follow, fave c:

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More fluff, you say?

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"Seijuurou-kun, please stop laying down on the couch. It has been three hours and you have not proceeded to leave that spot. Get up. Let's go exercise," Tetsuya chided with his hands on his hips. His silky, grown, light blue hair was pinned to the side, his long fringe passing his eyes. He wore a casual hoodie and baggy black sweats, with red ankle socks.

"Exercise? Tetsuya, that's absurd," Seijuurou replied lazily.

"Fine then. You can stay there with Nigou as your muscle detereorates. I will be in our room." Watching his lover exit the living room, Seijuurou could not help but smile. He absolutely adored the bluenette, enjoying every moment they spent with one another.

It had been five months ever since he began to court Tetsuya and four months ever since they became lovers, not a couple. Seijuurou felt lucky to have captured the author's heart for he was absolutely the finest thing he has ever had the pleasure of possessing.

Lazily propping himself up to his feet, Seijuurou followed Tetsuya into the bedroom where he had walked in into the male undressing, only having a large white T-shirt and bright teal boxers on.

Smirking, the crimson-eyed CEO pounced on his lover, sending the both of them onto their bed. He pinned the male's wrists atop his head, relishing in the beautifully lewd sight before him.

Tetsuya's legs were spread open, the large shirt rising up to his upper abdomen, leaving the lower abdomen to be seen. His mouth was parted, a faint blush gracing his pale cheeks. His whole image screamed 'Fuck me.'

"Ara, ara,~" the red headed began, the mischevious smirk on his lips unceasing. "Look what we have here. A captured damsel with no hero to come and save him."

"And you?" Inquired the flustered male.

"Me? Well.. You see, Tetsuya. I am the villain. And I will proceed in ravishing you, if you do not mind."

Seijuurou's lips crashed onto Tetsuya's own in a feverish motion, the kiss messy and hungry, yet fulfilling. The red head used his free hand to skim his fingers across Tetsuya's chest and abdomen in a slow, teasing, yet sensual motion, causing the boy to gasp out wantonly.

"You think.. You are a bad guy, don't you?"

Licking his lips, Seijuurou began to snicker. "Am I wrong, sweet, sweet Cendrillon?"

Smirking playfully, Tetsuya nodded with half-lidded eyes. "Seijuurou-kun cannot be bad for he has been charmed by an innocent damsel, is that not the case?"

"Ara, ara~? Growing courageous, are we, princess? So you want me to believe that Cendrillon is a sweet, pure little princess with no naughty side?"

"Is that not the case?" Tetsuya repeated softly, his tone filled with lust.

"But princess, everyone turns naughty during sex. Even a sweet, beautiful princess like you," Seijuurou stated huskily before poking at Tetsuya's clothed member. "See? Look at you, already hard from a simple kiss. And such a lewd sight you are giving me. Sweet, darling princess," the red head teased with a grin, "you are the embodiment of 'lust for corruption.' Your body is simply begging me to corrupt every crevice of you. Am I wrong?"

"You are not," was the curt reply before their lips found each other once more. As for the exercise, well.. Roleplaying sex was obviously what Tetsuya meant.

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HAHAHA WHAT FLUFF?

I AM TRASH.

GAY TRASH.