Hello! Thank you for all those that reviewed, and gave "You are Mine, Master" a favorite! Arigato~! XD

I am seriously challenging myself by writing male pregnancy. I honestly don't know how it works. Please help me! I'll try to go with normal pregnancy for now, but heck just correct me (nicely) if it seems too wrong and unrealistic.

This going to be a bit futuristic..? And no YAOIS (I'm trying to be wholesome here lol!) but maybe for as long as I can manage. I'm still not sure. They are all going to be OOCs, but I'll try to be close as possible. It's hard to write first-person Akashi and especially Kuroko, since he's so passive all the time. But I'll do my best! :3

Now the premises… The characters are now working individuals (except Kuroko), and are around 26-28 years old. Kuroko and Akashi grew up together until Akashi had to move when they were around six years old. Also, Kuroko disappeared after high school graduation. That's all I can say for now!

DISCLAIMER: I can never own Kuroko No Basuke. Also, please help me find the owner of this pic, so I may credit him/her.

OFF TO THE STORY! I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY~

Chapter 1:

Akashi POV

Gods that meeting was awful. Being stuck inside a closed room with ten people older than me, talking about stocks, budgets and investments for hours can really give a person a lasting migraine. But being the CEO and owner of my very own enterprises and group of companies, I have to see every detail through, even if I get a thousand migraines every night. Because in this world, winning is everything.

My name is Akashi Seijuurou. Yes, I am the business tycoon who owns the Akashi Enterprises, one of the richest companies in the world. You have probably seen my name in Forbes Magazine or other media. But that is given. Winners are validated and losers are denied. And since I always win, I am absolute.

But right now, I am tired. No, I am beyond tired; I am exhausted. It's way past midnight, and I just want to get to my hotel here in Tokyo, change into my sleepwear and sleep for the next 10 hours. But I know I don't get the privilege of sleeping that long, because I have an appearance at some shogi match as an honorary guest. Aside from being a businessman, I am also a professional shogi player. Yes, I do excel at everything.

I gaze outside the car's tinted windows, wondering how normal people get on with their petty lives. But then, a blur of blue catches my eyes. I yelled, "STOP!" surprising the driver and myself. He slammed the brakes immediately. After rolling down the windows, I look back at the area, trying to find out the meaning behind the color.

That's when I saw him.

He was hunched at a dark alley, face buried in his knees. But I cannot mistake the teal hair. It is him, my guts tell me. I step out of the car to approach him. There was a stench in the cold air. He's really thin, and paler than I remember. He also has cuts and bruises, some healing but others are fresh. He looks like he has been beaten up. I clench my fist reflexively. I tried to talk in the friendliest way I can manage. "Excuse me, can I help you?"

I gasp internally as exquisitely beautiful sky blue eyes stare at me impassively. It really is him, my thoughts confirmed. His usual poker face gave nothing of his emotions away, but I noticed a trail of tears under dark eye bags in his ghostly face. He is shivering. I told him who I am. "My name is Akashi Seijuurou." I stated, but his eyes showed no hint of recognition. I sighed mentally. It was too long ago for him to remember. For now, I have to get him to come with me. "I won't hurt you, I promise. I just want to offer my help in any way I can." I earnestly informed him.

"Why?"

His monotone voice sounded hoarse and lifeless. What has happened to you? "Because…" I purse my lips. "You look like you could use a shower, a bed, and perhaps food. It would be too evil for me to leave you like this. I promise I have no intention of hurting you. And I don't go back on my word."

I see hesitation and fear in his beautiful eyes as I wait for his answer. I'm usually an impatient man, but for him, I can make an exception.

Kuroko POV

I'm so hungry. After a couple of days roaming around the streets, not taking a bath and only half-sleeping in alleys (I have to be alert at all times), my energy is drained. I couldn't bring myself to scour the garbage for leftovers or steal food. But I'm used to not eating for a long span of time, so I guess I can manage a few more days. But then I realized it's not just about my health anymore. I shiver involuntarily.

Please Kami-sama, I prayed, please send a miracle…

I cried for myself then. What a pitiful being I am. I don't want to question God's providence, but after what I've been through, a miracle's just impossible. 8 years. I've been kidnapped, imprisoned and tortured for 8 long years. During those times, I've been waiting for a miracle, for someone, anyone to rescue me. But no one came. When I found the perfect opportunity, I freed myself and escaped from my detainers. Sometimes we just have to be the miracles ourselves.

Except now, I'm hopeless. I'm afraid to even stand up, because I might fall out of exhaustion. So I just stay here in this dark alley, weeping the night away. Tomorrow, I have to move places. I know my captors will look for me, and I have to be careful.

After a few hours (I think. Time is an unfamiliar element to me now), I heard a velvet voice. I look up and see a dashing man with hair as red as fire and eyes with mismatched red and golden irises. My heart skips a beat as I take in how gorgeous he looks, with neatly combed locks, crisp black suit and tie, and polished shoes. He smells good too, a little dark and musky. He is definitely rich, anyone could tell that.

Though he also has a certain aura around him that's hard to ignore. It's scary and authoritative, like he'll skin you alive if you don't obey him. But instead, I felt relief. Maybe God has answered my prayers…

He wants to help me. But I feel very skeptic. After all, I was taught not to trust strangers easily. Especially someone who's creepy like him. Especially after what happened to me. But as he offered me things, I could imagine a fluffy bed, a nice, hot shower, and food… My mouth waters at the thought of food. Can I trust him? Will he really not hurt me?

I try to find any dark intention in his eyes, but it gazes me imploringly. And I can't understand why I feel safe at the moment even though I'm scared of him. I'm really terrified; I don't want to be hurt anymore. I don't want be locked up again. But my senses tell me this is man is different. Maybe, just maybe, I can trust him. I nod unconsciously, and he smiles.

He offers his hand, but I don't accept it. I can't bear to be touched by anyone right now. I brace myself up on the wall and stand up. We walk to a flashy black car. He opens the door for me. When he comes inside, I scoot away from him.

The rest of the journey is silent, and I appreciate it. But I flinch when he asks my name. He reassures me that he's not prying, he just needs something to call me. I debate for a few seconds whether or not I should give it.

"Kuroko… Tetsuya."

He nods then asks, "Can I call you Tetsuya?"

We just met, and you're going on first-name basis? That's strange. But I can't explain the nod that I give him. It just felt right, that he calls me that way. "Tetsuya," he tests it, and smiles again. God that smile is voluptuous. I shook my head internally and looks away before he can see the blush forming in my cheeks.

We are silent once again, but it's relaxing. If I'm not too careful I might say that his presence is relaxing. And he calling me by my first name is strangely comfortable, like he did it so many times before. I can't be too friendly. Who knows if he's just waiting for a chance to lock me like what they did.

I look at the city lights and remember my friends. Do they miss me? Are they still looking for me? Or are they getting along their lives now happily? And my family… where are they? Do they think I'm dead? It's probably best if I'm dead. The way I am now, they'll never accept me. They'll be disgusted. They'll give me cold stares and repulsive sneers. It's probably best that I vanished.

A ripple of pain slashes to my stomach, and my hand held it immediately. I bit my lower lip so as not to let out a cry. After a few minutes, it settles down. I instinctively glanced at the red-haired man, but he does not seem to notice. I hope he doesn't, because it would be too problematic to explain. He might kick me out of the car if he knows.

My name is Kuroko Tetsuya, and I am 9 days pregnant.

Fin~

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