A/N: There is a terrifying lack of Aida fanfiction on this website. I decided to remedy it. Basically, this is Aida with each one of the Generation of Miracles, in order of colour (yes, including Momoi!)

I avoided the whole Hyuuga-and-Kiyoshi thing. I personally want Aida to end up with one of them (or both!) but for the sake of this fic, nothing like that ever happened. Maybe they had a big fight at graduation and never spoke ever again? I dunno, you decide!

Also; I WROTE SOMETHING OVER 3,000 WORDS. :O

This is a blanket disclaimer for the entire thing: I DO NOT OWN KUROKO NO BASUKE. If I did, the MiraGen would be female and Mito(ba)be and his eyebrows would have a much larger role.

Enjoy!

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The black silky dress Akashi holds against her is beautiful, strappy and low cut and short. Delicately, she takes it from his hands, and inspects it. His mismatched eyes focus on her hands as they probe the dress, and flicker to her face as she caresses the chest area, frowning.

"I believe you have found the problem."

"It's beautiful, Akashi-kun-"

"Seijuuro. Please call me Seijuuro."

"Yes, but... Seijuuro, it's too big."

"I believe I can remedy that." He turns around and calls for a servant.

Aida observes him. He's short, pale and not particularly muscular, but he wears his birthright as carelessly as the scarlet shirt that he hasn't gotten around to buttoning.

His house is far more than a house. It is a mansion, full of history with gilded walls and marble floors (and a NBA-standard basketball court; she checked), scrubbed by servants every day. The Akashi family is an old one, richer than rich, with a pristine reputation and an annual ball.

The one that she is accompanying their heir to in half an hour.

The servant enters the room and hands Akashi a small bag. He takes it with a nod, and the servant vanishes.

He inspects the bag, grimaces slightly, and pulls a black push-up bra out.

Aida stares at him with her mouth ajar.

He drops it onto the bed, sheets rumpled, and pads over to her.

"In all honesty, Riko, I would prefer to have the dress taken in. I do not believe that your figure should matter, but..." He slides his hand down her arm and grasps her wrist. "The advisors insisted."

Akashi likes nothing less than being ordered around. Akashi delights in control.

Aida knows this, so she raises her arms above her head.

He slides her shirt off gently, letting his nails scrape slightly against her skin, and tosses it to the floor. He then reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra with one hand, the other pulling it off by the straps.

He lets his hands ghost over her chest, and he inwardly smirks at her shiver. He's done this before, but it feels new to her every time.

He retrieves the push-up bra from his bed, and fastens it around her, stepping back to drink in the effect, eyes trailing over her waist, her bare legs, her hips, her face.

"Is this okay?" she asks, voice hesitant.

"It is sufficient. Unnecessary, I believe, but sufficient. There is something else, however..."

He lifts up the bag again, and rummages in it again, and with an expression of extreme distaste pulls out a chicken fillet, clenched between his thumb and finger.

Aida almost bursts out laughing at him. He looks at her confusedly, and she walks over to him and takes it from him.

"Riko, you don't have to wear them." She looks up at him and swears he's smiling.

"I'll decide later on. Go get dressed." Now he's definitely smiling, and he slips out of the door a she collapses onto the bed with a sigh and puzzle on how she got tangled in this strange, beautiful boy's world. Onewho staysnear vermilionis stainedred; one who stays near ink, black, she recalls, and wonders how true it is.

She wears them in the end, and as she walks into the hall, hand-in-hand with Akashi, she watches as the men's eyes fasten on her breasts. His hands squeezes hers tighter and he runs the pad of his thumb over the vulnerable inside of her wrist.

She is accepted immediately; the women compliment her hair, curled and tossed over her shoulder, her youthful skin, her slim legs. Kise swans by her with a wink and something that sounds like 'from B to D, like magic!'

She stomps on his foot with her high heels.

Later on, leaning up against the cool wall outside the huge room, lights shining and music tinkling, she and Akashi watch the stars.

"Did that go well?" she asks.

"Perfectly, as per usual." His voice is smooth and somewhat pleased. "However, I am afraid that Arai-san will not be invited back. He spent far too much time looking at your body."

A thrill runs down her spine. "You couldn't stop either."

"Touché. But..." With a fluid movement he twists her around so that she's pressed up against the wall, eyes boring into hers. "I am allowed. Are you not mine?"

"Yes," she breathes, marvelling at how perfectly he fits with her.

"Also..." Deftly, his hands dip into her cleavage."You do not require these." With that, he tosses the pieces of silicone over his shoulders to land with a thump in the foliage of the garden.

She leans up to him and kisses him breathlessly.

Aida Riko turns to malleable putty in Akashi Seijuuro's hands, and he smiles against her lips.