Summary: From an early age Akashi Seijuro had learned not to show his negative emoticons to anyone. The only thing he was allowed to show was his perfection. People had been considering Akashi Seijuro as perfection itself. His silky red hair, his crimson eyes and his pale skin attracted countless of admirers of both genders. However, despite having accomplished the perfection to his father's standards, Akashi had no one to confine in. He was always busy concealing the real Akashi Seijuro. One day due to his carelessness a shadow managed to find a place in his heart. Shadows are considered dark, but to Akashi this shadow was brighter than the sun. Slowly, but surely this shadow was pulling out the real Akashi Seijuro.

A/N: The story is rated T for now, but I'm 100% sure it will turn to M later. The story is unbeta'ed. I will apologise in advance for any mistakes in the story. This is my first fanfic in ages. I can't even remember the last time I wrote a fanfic. But AkaKuro needs more love!

Pairing: AkaKuro/KuroAka

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroko No Basket

Prologue

Darkness fell upon the sky as twilight disappeared. Allowing a glowing full moon to make its appearance. The air was quiet and no sound could be heard, aside from the crying wind rushing through the trees, causing their precious leaves to fall down and cover the earth below. Barely hidden among these trees one could find a big mansion protected by a huge golden gate. And just behind the gate, there was an endless green garden. One who saw the mansion would say it came straight out of a fairy tale. Everyone in the neighbourhood seemed to have heard about the wealthy and famous Akashi family who habited the place. Fear and respect was shown to those who carried the name Akashi. They knew the fairy tale-like mansion was just an illusion to eye and they knew the head of the Akashi family had changed after his wife gave birth to his son, Seijuro. The head of the Akashi household was a scary man who had created his own definition of "forever happily after", which was perfection.

A sudden loud crash could be heard from the mansion if one had listened carefully. A small red haired boy laid on the floor of the dining room with his back against the cupboard. He was surrounded by broken crockery that had fallen out of their place earlier. The butlers and maids who were present in the room looked painfully to the other side avoiding the view of the boy who had just been hit by his father. The little boy had crimson red eyes and these eyes slowly started to gather tears. It didn't take long before his vision got blurry. Yet, this boy did not allow wet teardrops to roll down and reach his cheeks. He covered his burning cheek with his right hand and with his left he wiped away the tears that had just barely managed to escape from his control. He bit his lips in order to hide his silent cries. No matter how painful things were the boy knew to avoid making any unnecessary sounds that could anger the older man even more. It wasn't the first time this incident occurred in the Akashi household. Ever since the little boy had lost his mother his father would snap at him for the smallest mistakes he made or rather what his father would consider a mistake.

The older man stared at his son with cold piercing eyes, causing the boy to shiver in fear. These eyes showed nothing but hate towards the child. The man had raised his hand again and just before he could lay another hit on the boy, the head maid rushed in covering the little boy with her embrace.

"Akashi-sama! please stop! It has been enough! Seijuro-sama has done nothing wrong!" The maid cried, trying to protect the boy in her arms. "Why do you keep doing this? You know this would never make Madam happy! I know you share the same wishes as she had, so why Akashi-sama? Why are you doing this?! Seijuro-sama is only ten years old! You cannot expect him to be perfect at everything at this age!" She shouted loudly. Her eyes stared at him in disbelieve.

"Who are you to defy my judgment? Do you think you have the right to turn your back against me, just because you were my wife's best friend? You are being very ignorant." The older man snapped at the maid. "This boy is a shame to the Akashi household. He can't even get full marks on his tests. His teacher phoned telling me Seijuro had only gotten 99/100 today. To think that my own blood would embarrass me like that. This boy is a mere waste of money and time. Remove him from my sight immediately and don't you dare to let him come near me until he is able to succeed my expectations." The older male growled angrily.

"An Akashi must always be perfect and this boy is everything except perfect." The older man turned his back to the maid and started to walk towards the exit of the dinning hall. "I am ashamed to call myself the father of this boy." He added, before vanishing into the darkness of the other room.

The maid let out a sigh before turning her focus to the child in her arms. "Serijuro-sama" she said softly, slowly running her fingers through the red hair. "It's OK now. He won't hurt you anymore." She added. She looked at the shivering boy. "Tomorrow is Sunday and you will have some time for yourself. I will take you to the basketball court OK?" The boy muttered something in response. "Seijuro-sama?" The little red-haired boy finally looked at the maid who protected him, showing his glistering crimson eyes. He nodded softly, before pushing himself free from her embrace. "I said, I apologise for my earlier behaviour…" he whimpered and dashed away, leaving the maid behind, shocked. "Seijuro-sama…"

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The small red haired boy softly closed the door behind him. His eyes scanned his room slowly. He was all alone in this big room, with nothing besides stacks of books, his desk and his precious basketball hidden in the corner. Despite being afraid of the darkness that surrounded him, he could not bring himself to switch on the lights. He walked towards his bed and covered himself with his soft white blankets. Finally, he could allow himself to be honest in this big house called his home. Tears started to flow down his face as he buried himself into his pillow. Small hiccups could be heard between his small sobs. His hands were clutching into the pillow tightly. Why is this happening? Why am I so weak? Why can't I satisfy the man who is called my father? Mom, what should I do? I'm so lost. I feel so alone. I don't know what to do. I can't be perfect. I'm pushing myself to the end and yet I can't even get full marks to please father. Maybe I really am just a waste… a waste of everything. The more he thought about it, the harder he cried. Luckily no one would disturb the boy now. This moment belonged to him, and him alone. No one had to know how the boy really felt about his life.

After a while the boy's sobs started to lessen as he gathered his strength to open the curtains. The clouds were covering the bright light of the full moon that tried to shine upon him, as if it was trying to tell him something. The boy smiled sadly as he looked at the bright light. Even in the darkness of the night you are still fighting to shine brightly, right? He opened the windows and felt a chilly breeze cherishing his cheek softly. The air smelled fresh tonight. A scent like this made the boy feel alive. The boy continued to stare at the moon endlessly, lost in his thoughts. It seemed like the moon struggled to send his radiate light through the night sky. For some reason this view looked mesmerising to the red haired boy, perhaps because the beautiful orb reminded the boy of himself. Before the boy realised, the light was shining upon him brightly without any obstacles. The clouds had disappeared in the midst of the air, allowing the full moon to display its full potential. The brightness of the moon moved the boy to tears again. Are you telling me that despite how dark my life is now, I can make the light shine through again?

It didn't take long before the boy had calmed down completely. His eyes felt heavy and he left a small yawn, making him decide to get some sleep. After all he didn't want to feel tired tomorrow. It was Sunday tomorrow and Sunday was the day he could practice basketball. Basketball was the only thing, which never failed to bring out the boy's genuine smile.

That night the boy fell asleep as the silent moon watched over him.

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