Strangely, I had this story in my mind since I wrote in another fiction (crossover with Shingeki no Kyojin. Also, Levi, Akashi... Same voice actor) a sentence which made me think so much of Akashi that I couldn't help but write this one.

So... This is a Akashi-Harry story. Very romantic, at least for me, and with a lot of fluff. There will be also some humor, once Harry meets the Generation of miracles. But for now, only romance and fluff! Isn't it great?

Enjoy!

Akashi Seijūrō strove for the best, as all Akashi did. However, Seijūrō had a reason to do that and it wasn't for his family's sake.

It all began when he was five years old. As his father was the head of the Akashi estate and had to socialize with all sorts of people, the young Seijūrō had quickly understood that he had to always be polite and charming, even when he was only four months old. (The gala where he had emptied his bladder in his diaper still ashamed his father...)

And as the Akashi heir, Seijūrō had to go to those galas and smile pleasantly at the strangers, foreigners and what else. That night hadn't been an exception, even if he had the jetlag from traveling from Japan to England, Seijūrō had smiled, politely talked with the English nobles and commoners and played (with disgust of course but still being the epitome of perfection) with the children.

And then, as he was observing with a little frown a kid engulf and inhale all kind of food, Seijūrō had noticed something from the corner of his eyes.

It was a little boy, maybe younger than him, smaller too and that was an interesting thing because all the Europeans children had been taller than Seijūrō (he blamed his strict diet of rice and miso soup). The kid had unruly black hair and big green eyes that seemed taken by everything around him. Also, he wasn't sniffing, crying or running around. Seijūrō needed some calm after passing the whole night with those insufferable brats and he still had jetlag.
So it was understandable that he had decided to sit next to the silent kid. They didn't talk, Seijūrō was really tired and the kid seemed too shy to initiate a discussion.

And they passed the rest of the night like that. When the time to leave the hotel where the gala was hosted came by, Seijūrō blinked and concealed a yawn while he eyed discreetly the kid. The latter was looking around him with a distressed face and made a slight groan. Seijūrō frowned and stood, making the kid flinch.

"Can I help you?" the Japanese asked politely.

And that was probably the first time since he had arrived in England that he meant it. The kid had been a haven of peace and Seijūrō wanted to thank him.
The kid blinked and turned his big green eyes to him. Strangely, Seijūrō's chest hitched and he quickly concealed his frown.

"Thank you," the kid said simply while he nodded curtly.

No yes or no. He didn't even answer Seijūrō's inquiry. However, he had thanked him for his concern and the five years old frowned because he couldn't decide if the kid had been downright rude with him or had been polite. Then, a little shuffle shook him from his thoughts and he tilted his head when he noticed that the kid was still blinking.

He was tired and probably trying to stay awake. Seijūrō's frown increased and he extended his hand to take hold of the kid's one. The dark haired blinked vividly and stumbled on his feet. Even if Seijūrō had noticed the brief intake of breath that the boy had taken as the panic that had filled his tired green eyes, he just smiled politely at the kid and pulled gently at the hand to walk to his father.

His father was talking with the butler, probably to retrieve his coat, and Seijūrō coughed politely to announce himself. The Akashi headmaster looked down in silence and the heir lifted his hand that was still holding the kid's hand.

"Seijūrō," the man asserted while his red eyes, the same as his child's, narrowed briefly. "You should say your goodbyes to your friend, we're leaving the party."

Seijūrō nodded duly, he had noticed that his father's associate had already left the party and the rare children left were already sleeping. Like the little kid by his side who was still trying to stay awake.

"Father," he said.

The adult stopped his movement to get his coat and dimly narrowed his eyes. He knew that voice, all Akashi had one like that when they wanted something and were ready to fight for it. And all that an Akashi wanted, Akashi got.

"Who is your friend, Seijūrō?" The Akashi head asked with a stern voice.

Knowing his son, he had been enticed by the futur Prime minister of England, that or he was a future artist. The Akashi's flair was absolute in everything.

"My name is Harry," the kid suddenly said with a soft voice.

Seijūrō blinked, he hadn't expected the kid to speak to his father. Not everyone could do it, even the adults had to sometimes take a deep breath before even thinking of talking with him and he was only five years old.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Harry," his father swiftly answered. "I'm Akashi Suzaku and this is my son, Seijūrō."

Harry nodded politely and met Seijūrō's eyes before smiling tiredly. His glazed green eyes twinkled briefly and he tightened his hold on Harry's hand, the kid did the same at the same time and Seijūrō felt his lips stretch on a smile. He didn't understand why.

"Where are your parents, Harry?" the Akashi head asked and Seijūrō frowned when he saw the kid bit his lips and tense his fingers around his hand.

"The Dursley left the party hours ago..." The boy whispered numbly.

Seijūrō straightened his back and looked at his father. The latter sighed softly before he took his son's coat and gave it to him. "Come on," he simply said. "Let's go to the hotel."

Seijūrō took the coat but didn't move, he didn't want to leave Harry's hand.

"Harry, you too," Suzaku added matter of factly. "You'll sleep with Seijūrō while I'll look for your parents."

The kid nodded silently and smiled at Seijūrō when he looked at him with his frown still on his face.

"Thank you," Harry said.

Seijūrō blinked and his red eyes widened briefly when he remembered the first thing the kid told him.

"You're welcome," he told him.

Harry's finger were warm around his.

The following morning, when Seijūrō woke up, Harry wasn't there. When asked, his father told him that his family had taken him back, saying that they had forgot him, thinking that he was with them in the car because he was such a shy kid.

Seijūrō nodded silently and tightened his fingers around his spoon and ate his cereals. He remembered the green eyes that seemed to glow in his hotel room and how the kid had smiled to him before saying thank you once again, seconds before he fell asleep.

The child closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Meanwhile, his father looked at him in silence and began to count. If he had been right at the party, his son's reaction would be...

"Father, where do the Dursley live?" Seijūrō's polite voice asked.

"I believe Tanaka still remembers where it was," the adult concealed his satisfied smirk (because he was always right) and watched his son finish eating properly, even if he was munching quicker than before.

Then, when Seijūrō stood and walked leisurely to his room, Suzaku added absentmindedly.

"I think that Tanaka wouldn't mind if you were to ask him today to go there..."

Seijūrō's eyes widened and he tensed before walking swiftly to his room. Meanwhile, his father smirked and thrummed the counter of the living room of their suite.

"Father," the boy's voice could be heard from the exit of the suite. "I'm leaving, have a good day."

The door closed with a soft bang and the smirk vanished as the adult's face took a grim expression. He took his cellphone and dialed quickly the number of his private secretary.

"Give me everything you know about Harry Potter and the Dursley family," he ordered once the other took the call.

"Anything else?"

"Send me some files," Suzaku smirked to himself and added for his secretary's comprehension. "Seijūrō seems pretty smitten of a kid and he wouldn't appreciate if we left without saying his goodbyes."

"I see... Is he his..." The rest was drowned in the secretary's scream of surprise and the Akashi head cringed.

When Tanaka stopped the car in front of the house, Seijūrō couldn't believe his eyes. All the houses in the neighbourhood looked the same, every door, every garden was the same. Everything was so similar that he was impressed at Tanaka's memory. The man opened his door and smiled gently while he moved slightly his head to one of the houses. Seijūrō nodded and thanked him with a soft voice before walking to the porch.

It had a china dog and a doormat with a wide 'welcome to our humble abode!' written on it. Seijūrō ignored it and pushed the door bell. He heard some movements behind the door and looked briefly at Tanaka. The butler smiled gently once again and sat in his car.

"Boy!" A feminine voice screeched behind the door. "Go answer the door! I'm sure it's that damn mailman!"

Seijūrō frowned. He wasn't a mailman and it was just rude to make that assumption if she hadn't even seen him. Suddenly, the door opened and his frown vanished when he met those green eyes.
They were alert now, almost apprehensive and Seijūrō smiled gently at the kid. Harry seemed to relax because his wide eyes sparkled and he extended his open hand to the Japanese. Without even thinking it over, Seijūrō intertwined his fingers with Harry's and sighed in content. The kid did the same and they smiled at each other.

But then, the charm was broken when a woman (very similar to a giraffe) came and scrunched her face when she saw the two children.

"Who are you?" She asked with a stern voice. "I don't remember seeing you in the neighborhood..."

Seijūrō swiftly fell in his polite facade and smiled to the housewife while Harry tensed by his side.

"That must be because I'm not living here, madam," he answered suavely while he smiled and tilted slightly his head, he knew from experience that he looked like an angel like that. "I'm Akashi Seijūrō, I think that we met yesterday at the party that my father organized with your husband company. Isn't that right, Harry?"

The kid tensed at the sudden question and Seijūrō quickly regretted asking him that because the woman's eyes narrowed and she glared daggers at the boy.

"Y... Yes, sir," Harry meekly answered and he released his hold on Seijūrō's hand.

However, Seijūrō swiftly took his hand once again and smiled brightly at the woman.

"I like Harry's company so I thought of inviting him today," he added and noticed the woman's eyebrows quiver when he said the kid's name. How interesting, she didn't even like hearing his name... "Is that okay with you, madam Dursley?"

The woman froze and seemed to think over something. She even looked around her like she was expecting someone to spy her. Then, she sighed deeply and theatrically before nodding.

"Okay," she said with her shrilly voice. "But the boy must be here at eight, we have family over tonight."

Harry shivered and Seijūrō raised an interested eyebrow. He wanted to know who could be the family that was talking madam Dursley if the kid was so afraid of them.
Harry's fingers tightened their hold and Seijūrō smiled softly to the kid to reassure him that he was present by his side. They left the house without a word exchanged between them and the red haired wondered briefly since when it had been that peaceful with someone else by his side.

Then, Harry smiled brightly when they were out of the house and Seijūrō forgot all about his questions.

Of course, Seijūrō had to come back to Japan. That didn't mean that he wanted to.

"Seijūrō," his father's no nonsense voice sternly corrected him. "We'll go to Japan. No whining."

"I'm not whining, father," the boy frowned and put down his china cup of tea. He was beginning to like the English tea. However, he still preferred a cup of Japanese green tea over everything else. "Why isn't Harry's adoption possible?"

"Believe me, Seijūrō," Akashi Suzaku smirked to himself and turned the newspaper page. "You don't want to be young Harry's brother."

Seijūrō frowned and looked down at his breakfast.

"Can we exchange letters?" he asked pensively.

"If you rank first in your class," his father answered patiently.

"And if I ranked first in the nation?" Seijūrō tilted his head when he saw his father's smile.

"Then you'll see him again."

Seijūrō nodded silently. He could live with that.

Strangely, Harry knew that he was there to say his goodbyes before he even opened his mouth. The dark haired boy intertwined his fingers around Seijūrō's hand and pulled him to a playground. There were other children but they ignored them. The young Akashi heir noticed how they were watching with distrust Harry and he frowned. However, the green eyed didn't seem to mind and he pulled him to the shade of an old tree, camellia noted Seijūrō.

"You're leaving," Harry stated plainly.

Seijūrō nodded. He didn't have to excuse himself and he just pressed his fingers against Harry's warm hand.

"We'll met again," the kid added as he glanced at him.

The Japanese nodded once again. "I'll make sure that I come to England at least annually."

"I'm glad," Harry smiled happily and he pressed Seijūrō's hand with his thumb. It was like a caress and the red haired blinked.

Had his stomach just backflipped?

Harry giggled and Seijūrō smiled.
He liked Harry's laugh.

The next time they met, a year had passed.
Seijūrō had made sure that he was the best of his school, if not the best in the nation and his father had just smiled and given him the ticket to England. The next day, the six years old was back to the hotel suite and smiled to Tanaka.

"To the Dursley house, Seijūrō-sama?" The butler asked politely as his dark eyes twinkled in diversion.

The child nodded and was almost shivering in impatience.
When Tanaka stopped his car, Seijūrō didn't even waited for the butler to open the door, he was already at the Dursley's porch. The doorbell rang and the red haired waited, his whole body fidgeting while he eyed intensively the door that wasn't bulging under his glare.

Tanaka, still in the car, chuckled as he watched his young master fidget while he waited for his friend. The butler took his cellphone and swiftly dialed the number of his employer.

"Akashi-sama," the adult saluted with respect.

"Tanaka," Suzaku's stern voice answered him. "What can you say?"

"The young master is as attached as ever," Tanaka said with a fond smile when he saw the door open.

Seijūrō didn't even have to see his face, he was already hugging the person who had opened the door and took a deep breath, mint and chocolate formed a blanket around him and he felt his body relax while two little hands took hold of his sweater.

"Seijūrō," Harry simply said and that was enough to make him smile.

Seijūrō took a step back and reluctantly released his hold of the black haired. The latter smiled at him and hold his hand.
Even if a whole year had passed and they hadn't even exchanged letters, the two felt like everything was back to normal. Seijūrō smiled faintly while Harry's eyes glowed in happiness.

"It's good to see you again, Harry," Seijūrō said.

Harry smiled.

They continued meeting like that in the following years. At every Christmas, Seijūrō was back to his hotel suite and, with Tanaka on par, went to met Harry to his house.
It was like a perfect plan, everything was always likable when Harry was by his side and the latter had confessed that everything was funnier when Seijūrō was with him.

They didn't know how but they completed each other. Sometimes, Tanaka asked them if they wanted to go somewhere and they always accepted the ride. But most of the times, they liked to spend it in Seijūrō's suite with board games and simple meals.

Harry hated fast foods, the first time Tanaka proposed the hamburgers and soda, the black haired scrunched his nose discreetly and Seijūrō frowned. Harry seemed to have realized the red haired's concern because he simply took his hand and they both relaxed.

Afterwards, Harry told him that the fastfood made him think of his cousin and that always made him queasy. Seijūrō duly noted this in his head and caressed absentmindedly the dark hair that was on his lap. Harry made a little sound, almost like a purr and they both jumped in surprise. They exchanged a glance before Seijūrō smirked and the younger boy blushed vividly.

"Aren't you a cute thing?" he teased the boy and Harry glared at him.

"Am not," he growled and Seijūrō's smirk widened.

"You are," he insisted. "You purred!"

"I did not!" This time, Harry's voice was almost panicked and Seijūrō acted by instinct.

He stretched his arms and hugged the dark haired's body while softly whispering sweet nothings. Harry's tense body relaxed progressively in his hug and Seijūrō smiled to himself when he heard the same purring sound.

"I'm not a freak," Harry muttered in between purrs.

"You're not," Seijūrō conceded. "You're Harry, my friend."

Harry's smile made his heart stop.

When they both were eleven years old, everything changed. Seijūrō was still staying the first in the nation and it had already became so easy to him that he turned to other things. Like horse riding, archery and shogi. Without really surprising him, he quickly became a master in shogi and, as always, he won.

When Christmas came around, his father wasn't event there to give him his ticket. Seijūrō was already using his own money gained from his shogi tournaments, and he flew to England. Harry wasn't at the Dursley house. The woman didn't even open his door, screeching from her window that the abomination was in a special school for abominations like him.

Seijūrō didn't like her voice and he narrowed his eyes before leaving the neighborhood. Tanaka frowned when he saw his grim face and the butler didn't say anything.
They both knew what had happened. Harry had left the Dursley, maybe for forever and Seijūrō hadn't even know it.

It felt like a betrayal.

That year, Seijūrō learned that he didn't like to deal with betrayal.

He went back to the Dursley everyday of the following week. There were no signs of Harry. Seijūrō went to the playground where Harry and him had liked to spend time and he glared at the white owl that was on Harry's spot.

The bird hooted mockingly and flew away when Seijūrō narrowed his eyes. The owl had a letter on its talon. He extended his arm and flinched slightly when the owl landed on it, its sharp talons drawing blood even if he had a big coat to protect his arm.

Seijūrō blinked when he noticed that the bird had settled on his arm and he took the letter while the owl hooted.

"Aren't you a pretty thing," he commented and the owl blinked slowly its golden eyes before hooting once again.

Then, Seijūrō forgot everything about the animal when he recognized the writing on the letter.

'Merry Christmas, Seijūrō!
I'm sorry that I didn't tell you that I wouldn't be here in Christmas but you know the Dursley... Even spending three pounds for a letter would be too much for them. And sending a letter from where I'm now would be pretty difficult.
Do you think you could come to England in summer? I'd love to see you again.
I miss you, Seijūrō.
Harry.'

Seijūrō blinked and felt something warm run on his cheek. He ignored it and looked at the owl.

"Can you wait a little bit?" he asked politely. "I want to give him my answer."

The owl hooted and settled itself on the red haired shoulder while he walked to Tanaka's car. He asked the butler for a pen and paper and quickly wrote his answer while snow began to fall around them. The owl blinked silently when Seijūrō tied his letter to its talon and the preteen hoped it would deliver his letter to Harry.

"Can you deliver this to Harry?" he asked once again politely.

The owl nipped his ear and flew away. Surprised, Seijūrō stood still in the empty road, Tanaka by his side, and looked at the snowing sky.

Sitting on the balcony of his room, Harry smiled softly when he noticed his owl in the night sky.

"Hey, Hedwidge," he said softly and the owl nipped his ear fondly. "What did you think of Seijūrō?"

The owl hooted happily and the dark haired boy smiled.

"That's what I thought," he commented. "Seijūrō has a terrifying power on girls..."

Hedwidge furrowed her feathers and glared. Harry mockingly made a fearful face and noticed the letter around the owl's talon.

"He even answered!" the preteen exclaimed and he quickly shut up when he heard a groan from the next bed.

With fingers trembling in excitation, Harry opened the letter and he rolled his eyes when he saw the elegant writing. Of course, Seijūrō had a perfect and noble writing, it was just like him.

'Merry Christmas, Harry.
I miss you too and seeing our playground empty was almost heartbreaking. I'll try to be here in July, see you at your birthday.
Seijūrō.'

The following morning, Harry was still smiling.

When summer came around, Seijūrō had to face his father. Akashi Suzaku wanted him to go to a summer camp, meet some people and go to some gala. However, Seijūrō only wanted to go to England and finally see Harry.

He couldn't and that broke his heart.

Meanwhile, Harry was confined in his room and he looked with empty eyes at the ceiling. Even if Seijūrō came to see him, the wizard knew that the Dursley wouldn't let him get out of his room. It wasn't even his fault that the cake fell on this person, all was this strange creature's doing...

When asked about his twelve birthday, Harry couldn't even explain how he felt when he saw the Weasley's faces at his window.
They weren't Seijūrō.

He left the Dursley's house without a word and looked with dead eyes at the empty street. Suddenly, as Uncle Vernon gripped his feet, Harry saw a familiar car at the corner of the street and he shouted loudly.

"Seijūrō!"

"Yes, Seijūrō-sama, I'm already in the neighborhood. I can see Harry's house..."

"And?" Seijūrō inquired when he heard Tanaka's shout of surprise.

"T-there is a flying car! Seijūrō-sama! And I can see Harry in it! He's screaming!"

Seijūrō closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Tanaka," he said while his red eyes glowed ominously. "Follow that car. I'll take the first airplane to England."

"Yes, Seijūrō-sama."