Hey everyone, this is my first attempt at making a master/slave fic so I hope I can get this right :D

Huge thanks to PetiteSkylark for Beta-ing my story 3

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As for early explanation:

In shogi, you have to use two gold generals and there's no such thing as gold general handicap.

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Disclaimer: Kuroko no basket isn't mine, it is Fujimaki Tadatoshi's…

I hope you enjoy~

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A red haired boy sat on a well carved chair; in front of him was a shogi board which was placed on a small table. His long fingers played with a shogi piece as he thinks of the next step he shall take… Then, the sound of the door being pushed open and footsteps approaching him was heard.

"What's this, you're playing without the gold general?" a green haired boy asked him casually. But the red haired boy was still immersed in engaging an informal shogi match with his imaginary opponent…

"I've heard of the rook, bishop, lances and knight handicaps but gold general?" the green haired boy continues his protest to him, in which the other boy just replies with a slight smile on his handsome face.

He knows that there's no such handicap in shogi, but instead of pressing on the matter further, he lifts his face to meet the other boy's deep emerald eyes, his' a beautiful mismatched ruby and gold.

"Do you want to play? It's quite interesting."

"No. Did you lose your gold general, Akashi?" Not really a question, he just want to know where the piece could've gone because he doesn't want to play with that kind of handicap … A mischievous and dangerous smile appears on the red haired boy's lips as if he's currently planning something.

"I didn't, Shintarou… I just 'lent' it to someone; I'll be retrieving it soon, along with a prize… A prize I've been waiting for all these years." The smile change into a smirk at his last few words. The green haired boy knew that Akashi might be planning something dangerous or frightening, but decided to shrug it off anyway,

"I don't care whatever it is that you intend to do, but don't involve me on your adversary…" A simple statement comes out from his mouth as he readjusts his spectacles to be in position.

"Don't worry, everything's working according to my plan. Though, I guess I am being a little bit impatient… I want to devour it already…" Akashi removes the gold general piece from his imaginary opponent's side on board, a light gleaming dangerously in his eyes.

"Him?"

"That enticing beauty of gold…"

"Gold?" He's getting impatient at the overly used metaphor on Akashi's sentence already as he narrowed his eyes when he asks Akashi the meaning of that statement, in which Akashi answered by telling him a story of his childhood memories…

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Seijuuro Akashi, eight years old, considered a genius ever since his birth. At the age of five, he has already won many shogi championship matches. Around that time, his parents invited a famous shogi maker to their house and their precious little Akashi seemed to be very interested in carving his own shogi pieces… His small fingers carefully carve a letter on each of his shogi pieces and admittedly, the letters were really pretty… He already carved his own 'King' piece, and was quite satisfied by that. When he almost finished carving his 'Gold' general piece, his parents called up to him and his brother,

"Seijuuro, Tetsuya, let's go."

"Yes." He answered softly and unconsciously put the piece inside his pocket. He saw that his light blue haired brother was already dressed up and ready to go.

His parents took him into the biggest market on the town, his beautiful red eyes scanning every last corner of the market. He finds many wooden stalls with various things on it, such as vegetables, meat, animals and plants. Over at the other section of the market, they sold beautiful things like jewellery, but what really intrigues him is the furthest section of the market. He sees many kinds of people there; old and young women and men trapped inside a cage… He asked his parents about what they sell at such dark place, but his parents just kind of shrugged it off.

The sound of flutes caught his attention, his beautiful ruby iris wandering around to search for the source of the music. One step, two steps. He keeps walking forward until he reached a stall with a well carved wooden cage. There, he saw a child around his age playing the flute. This was his first time watching such beautiful golden hair being tousled so carelessly until his bangs covered almost every inch of his face… Apparently, said child didn't notice the red eyed boy watching him intently…

"It's a nice song." Akashi shows his appreciation towards the music. What he didn't know was that it surprised the blonde, which also caused him to drop his flute as the said instrument fell to the ground and rolled to the redhead's feet. Akashi picked it up.

"I'm sorry, did I startle you?" he asked him a short and simple question.

"Are you… asking me?" the blonde boy asked innocently.

"Is there anyone else?" Akashi answered as matter of fact… The blonde child quickly stood up and brushed his worn out clothes and pants before brushing aside his long bangs. That's the time when Akashi first sees his face clearly. He has a cute, oval face for a boy, his beautiful long eyelashes covers a pair of bright topaz eyes, and although covered in dirt, Akashi can still see that he has fairly white skin that is rare for a child who usually runs around under the sun… His gaze trails to the other's lips; although slightly bruised, it doesn't change the fact that the red lips contrasts his pale white skin so much that makes it really stands out… Given a few bath and proper care, this child would undoubtedly beat all those snobbish nobles who chirp about their own appearance every now and then…

"No, I thought no one would ever speak to me…" He speaks in a low voice that Akashi could barely hear.

"Why?"

"Because I'm a slave… in fact, this is my fifth time being here… I guess nobody wants me." He laughed sheepishly; does he even understand the meaning of slave? Akashi wondered before he asked him further about the flute. He's rather curious about it because the song he played was quite difficult.

"Did they teach you how to play a flute?" he wondered if it was just to boost the blonde's value in people's eyes…

"Someone played it yesterday; I'm just mimicking him…" he answered anxiously, afraid that he might have got the notes wrong,

'Yesterday? He could play a whole song just by seeing it yesterday?' Akashi widened his eyes quite noticeably before reverting it back to normal,

"Umm…" he mumbled, "is that yours?" the boy pointed to something under his feet. Akashi looked down and saw that his shogi piece had fallen out of his pocket so he picked it up.

"What is it?" the blonde ask out of curiosity.

"A shogi piece."

"Shogi?"

"A game."

"How do you play it?" the blonde's eyes are expectant of an answer from him.

"Well, you can't play with just one piece"

"Then how?"

"The rules are complex; I doubt you can understand it without seeing the whole game."

"I see…" he looked a bit disappointed and Akashi thought it's kind of cute…

"Here" he held out his hand and gave the blond his shogi piece, "Keep it."

"You said we can't play with just one piece." Akashi smiled at the statement, thinking that he should teach him and maybe he can be his playmate when there's no tournament,

"I'll show you later." Up close, the blonde inspected him from head to toe. The red haired boy wore an extremely different class of clothes; a stylish white shirt and jacket with black trousers. He has a very handsome face, his striking red eyes and hair makes the blond hard to part his eyes with such a mesmerizing combination

"Your hair and eyes are red, they're just like the color of a pretty stone I saw before, and it's truly beautiful!" he smiles brightly at him, a smile brimming with pure fondness… Akashi blinked his eyes a few times before registering what just happened before smiling slightly. Truth to be told, he was always complimented on how handsome he looked, but he know that everyone, excluding his family and friends, are uncomfortable with how his eyes are colored red, as red as blood…

"That's the first time someone complimented my eyes like that, you are interesting." Akashi's lips parted into an amused smile.

"Hmn?" the blonde widened his eyes innocently,

"You said nobody wants you? I want you." He made sure the blonde hears the last part clearly,

"Huh?" The boy stared at him, dumbfounded…

"Hey, Become mine?" Akashi caressed the blonde's dirty cheek and the boy blushed furiously.

"You can't! I spotted him first!" a voice could be heard from behind them. A boy with dark skin and blue hair approached them; he took the blonde's hand.

"I spotted him this morning so he's mine!" he glared at Akashi with his pair of dark blue eyes,

"W-wha?" The blonde boy is obviously flustered at the turn of events…

"Nobody said first come first served, know your place." Akashi switched his attitude ever so quickly as he looked down towards the blue haired boy with such a glaring difference from how he looked at the blonde.

"When I said he's mine then he's mine." The other boy refused to lose the argument. Unfortunately someone lifts the blonde easily from behind and said.

"I want him too, that makes two on one. We win." A voice suddenly appears from behind Akashi. The owner of the voice, a light blue haired boy stepped forward to make sure they can hear his words.

"W-wha, since when?!" the blue haired boy was so surprised that he let go of the blonde's hand while Akashi didn't seem to be the least surprised by his appearance,

"Tetsuya, you've been there all along?"

"Yes." He nodded at his brother before turning around, blue eyes meeting with a pair of golden iris,

"As I thought, I want him too, first as a friend..." the blonde blushed at Tetsuya's remarks on wanting him to become his friend,

"What are you kids blabbing around? Oi Kise, someone already bought you just now… "

"Huh?" There's too much things happening at once, the blond doesn't know what to think anymore…

Before they could even voice a protest, the big guy had already pulled the blonde away. The boy named Kise glance towards them and the other man one last time before being placed in a carriage… A silver haired boy at the carriage smirked evilly at the blue haired boy. Akashi needed a few seconds to register that Kise is being bought by someone that's not him as he narrowed his eyes considerably.

"That boy seems to know you." Tetsuya turns his head to face the blue haired boy,

"Haizaki… that bastard!" the thought screamed inside the blue haired boy's head as he clenched his fist and teeth

"You… Do you know that boy?" It wasn't even a question; Akashi demands an answer from the boy in front of him… And he wants it now.

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…After telling his story, Shintarou couldn't understand at how Akashi could be so fixated at the blonde boy in his story,

"Is that all?"

"No, I met him once again three years ago…and that 'incident' escalates these urge to have him…"

Shintarou wants to press further for the issues but decide to keep it silent since Akashi only said 'Incident' instead on explaining further, meaning he doesn't have any intention on telling him… Well, he can always find more information from Akashi's brother and it didn't surprise him in the slightest when Akashi told him.

"…The plan has been set in motion, all I need is a trigger and everything will lead to a checkmate for 'him'." Akashi moved his Bishop, all of his piece surrounding the enemy's 'King' piece as he announced clearly,

"Ō te."

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Fin

A.N :

I think the next one would be from Kise's point of view~

Any reviews would be greatly appreciated,

Thanks for reading!