The Kingdom of Teiko {Kuroko no Basuke Fanfiction ; Akashi Seijuuro x OC}

Chapter 11 - A Brewing Storm

⠀⠀⠀⠀He stood up under the moonlit night and picked up her small frame in his arms, holding the beautifully dressed girl close to his chest. He began walking out of the desolated place they realised their love for each other and began his descent back to the Teiko mansion. His footsteps were graceful and uniform, but it was unable to reach the ears of Azalea as all that rung in her eardrums were the palpitations of her heart. She really couldn't understand everything that had happened up till now ever since she encountered this particular redhead. She, who had been a so-called once-in-a-lifetime prodigy for tricking and deceiving many; she, who had been known for her intellect; she, who was now in the arms of a man and had feelings that she couldn't not comprehend not understand. It was all an enigma, how she acted and how she thought. Ever since she left her home and met this redhead, she could not fathom her own eccentric thoughts and her emotions, her emotions that overwhelmed her and governed her thoughts. Had it been months ago, it was unthinkable for her to be in this state of mind.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"You seem to be rather deep in thought," said the redhead, walking out of the noisy, festive street with the black haired girl still held tightly in his arms.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"... It is nothing that you should concern yourself about."

(Slightly NSFW from her onwards.)

⠀⠀⠀⠀He neared the Teiko mansion, remaining silent after her previous statement. It was the dead of night, therefore there was not a soul awake in the mansion. His footsteps increased in pace as he walked towards his own room, passing courtyards and halls before sliding the door of his personal quarters shut. "...? What are you-" She couldn't bring herself to say his name. For some reason, she felt relatively embarrassed to. Her body was planted onto the tatami mats gingerly as he bent down after her. He knelt on one knee and placed his right hand on the mat, beside the girl's seated body and leaned forward. She backed up slightly before her back hit the wall behind her lightly. He leaned in closer to her, his warm breath lingering on the surface of her skin. His breathing was rather heavy, as though anxious and worried. He neared his face to hers, their lips barely centimetres away. His breath now tinged her cold, pale lips and her heart was now palpitating even more. She wanted to breathe heavily but she kept it silent. Her heartbeat rang against her eardrums and her obsidian orbs quivered as she stared at him. His heterochromatic eyes glanced at her lips lazily before his mouth gaped open slightly. The seconds he spent nearing her soft lips felt like hours to the girl. She closed her eyes tightly as he planted his lips against hers. His eyes now moved to stare somewhere else and his free hand moved to the nape of her neck. He pressed his hand against her long hair and dug his fingers past them to touch the skin at the back of her neck. He pushed her frame closer to him, pushing his lips harder against hers and moving his tongue into her mouth.

⠀⠀⠀⠀She, who was obviously inexperienced, could do nothing but open her mouth slightly. Overwhelmed, her body went a tad limp and the redhead moved his right hand to her back. His gaze was strongly fixated upon the girl's closed eyes. Her cheeks were flushed in a light shade of pink that was almost invisible under the dim moonlight shaded by the closed paper screen doors. He pulled away for a minute and gazed at the troubled girl.

⠀⠀⠀⠀Her expression looked frazzled and her eyes looked embarrassed. She could not keep his gaze and ended up looking to the side as her head rested in one of his palms when he lowered her slightly. Her pale complexion was now dusted with shades of a darker pink as ribbons of light poured from the outside by the cracks between the screen doors.

⠀⠀⠀⠀"Too cute," Akashi murmured under his breath to himself. The black haired girl had surely wanted to cover her own face from embarrassment but hindered from doing so. He tugged at her kimono and revealed her shoulder. This was a sight that should always belong to him, and purely him only. He lowered his neck to reach her shoulder and his lips brushed against her cold skin. He bit the collar of her neck. The rest just faded into the moonlight.