Kuroko no Basuke (c) Fujimaki Tadatoshi

Akashi Seijuuro has his own way of thinking. Having two personalities in one body, his way is quite unfamiliar.

a/n: It is rewritten of my random drabble in ig lol

Akashi x Kise

Contrary to popular belief, he did feel and know the taste of emotions. If anything, he chose to not make it a show, misleading the mass to think of him as a feeling-less being. Not that he disliked that knowledge, he praised himself for it. The composure was all he should manage, and so a poker face of the tyrant was his choice to be remembered as. That he got the title of Emperor from Hell and many people feared his presence, he can't help but entertain himself with it.

He was absolute, he was the winner of all, he was the greatness and he was everything people wished to become.

He was just not who he wished to be, ironically.

Akashi Seijuuro was simply the doll of his father's string, some commented. He put no glance for those indecent mouths. It was something from people who knew a little and spoke too many. He wasn't going to disgrace himself by joining in and exposing his personal life. He did know it though, the whispers lingered behind his back, yet again it never became his concern. He only did what's proper. The inappropriate wasn't exist for him to do.

When it got too much to handle, he was quite glad to have basketball and a specific blonde to tame the hurricane living his head. The sound of their shoes dancing with the sound of bouncing orange ball, it filled the field. It embraced the worries surging his chest, and healed the sour on the tip of his tongue so effectively that he could find himself smiling. Even though, it's never as physical as the smile curving on Ryouta's lips. "Akashicchi!" A bright smile from the lips uttering his name so differently (it can be his hallucination, but he never had the pleasure of day-dreaming), he liked the way his name being said that way. Because it was Ryouta, because his favorite serenade was Ryouta's voice, and his favorite sun was his beaming smile.

Life was never easy, but few things, like Ryouta's smile, made it worth, surely.

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Bokushi-Oreshi

He despised lies as extreme as he did know that his word was an absolute being of future reality. Yet, there was the paradox when his head told him white suffocating lies to keep the other one deep in his slumber. The flickers which he hid when their conscious met on the mirror through the reflection, he wasn't going to tell the truth or let the world knew of it. It had no tolerance, it cannot be spoken out. He wasn't going to admit it himself, of what and why he was there now instead of him. It was secrecy and shame to the pride they both shared.

And so, as the crystal clear dripped down from the corner, barely inviting any reaction on his own, he said nothing. He stared quietly in the mirror and watched two bright color of his iris. Then, he closed his eyes. His cheek was wet but it impacted nothing.

"It's for the best." His voice came calm and manageable, the coolness of a leader and ruler. The words were trapped deep in voice which made a lot of people shivering in their unknowing.

In his inner, he can see his resemblance tucked under an imaginary blanket, resting in the embrace of victory he achieved. For him, and for himself, he remained the quietness until a call from the outside calling him. Once again, he stared to his reflection.

Being wicked and hateful was his only way to protect.

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Akashi x Kise

It didn't concern him when Daiki and Ryouta changed from a mere friend to somehow, a tiny bit higher than a friend. The flirt was visible enough that he and the rest of members raised a brow and shrugged. For him, the upcoming tournament was priority, as long as those two gave no troubles to his work or their victory he would leave them be. Such kind of thing was too shallow to be one of his concerns.

Yet, it was not until he caught the blonde unguardedly sleeping in the class after the last bell ringing. The school truly quite sent the dullness vibrant of ghostly high school. Teiko was an old school, after all; he had often heard rumors about inhuman things around the corner of school or toilet. A meeting ago, he was trapped behind the desk. Now here he was to find Ryouta slept so vulnerably that it tingled annoyingly to his appearantly-still-feeling heart, since the drained was sure to cling his face without fail. He was trapped again, but for a different reason (which he will realize to be appealing in the future). He stood beside the chair as if a witch froze him. Ryouta seemed to be exhausted and nonetheless he was beautifully captivating. The strands of yellow shone in soft golden hue, the sound of his breath was like the sound of airy breeze. It took his breath away, and he can't take his eyes away from him since then.

So, it was absolutely not an act of a spur-moment when he walked in and pushed Daiki's face away as that tan boy leaned too close to Ryouta's face. Even though, it had nothing to do with any prediction settled in mind, he knew what he did. The moment their lips pressed in union and their eyes locked together. The sheer for witnessing the scarlet brush on Ryouta's cheek was delightful. And the smooth of Ryouta's lips against his, it was soft and warm, quite a toxic to make him addicted.

He won't ever let anyone but him taste it.

"You're mine. That is an absolute order."

Daiki's protest berely caught by his ears, his focus was scrutinized to Ryouta. A meek smile replied him, and it was returned with a sly smile. Their lips once again met, longer and deeper.

Akashi Seijuuro always got what he wanted.