Short Story Of Akashi Seijuurou: A Narrative Fiction

Akashi sat next to the bed in silence, eyes fixed on a teen with sky-blue hair. He no longer held his usual elegance and composure. Instead, if one had to describe it, Akashi Seijuurou actually looked... Fragile. Dark circles were present around his eyes from lack of sleep, his face pale from malnutrition and his lips chapped lips from dehydration. And the one who made him like this? Kuroko Tetsuya. And that was the name of the teal-haired boy lying unconscious on the bed. As if it were porcelain, Akashi gently caressed Kuroko 's face. Upon the touch, the originally emotionless face scrunched up, seemingly trying to open a pair of heavy eyelids. Surprised, Akashi grabbed Kuroko 's hand, waiting for him to wake up. Light blue eyes inched open, vision blurred from the prolonged lack of use.

Akashi immediately shot up, reaching for a glass of water. He gently tilted the glass to allow the water to trickle into Kuroko 's mouth. It was as if the weight on his chest was lifted in mere seconds. "Tetsuya, you 're finally awake..." Akashi 's voice was soft and gentle. Kuroko looked at Akashi with his ever-passive face. His next words shook the redhead to the core. "I don 't mean to be rude, but... Who are you?" Akashi 's pupils dilated in consternation. His mood, after a brief moment of ecstasy, fell back down even further, into the painful depths of hell. The lover who would affectionately call him "Sei-kun" three months ago had just ask him who he was. It hurts. And the pain was pounding into his head. However, he forced out a smile, hoping that it would hide the despair he felt from