Girl Problems [Kuroko no Basuke Fanfiction || NijiAka]

Chapter 25 : That's All There Is To It

Akashi wasn't surprised to see her father standing outside her bedroom. She had expected him to confront her in any time of the day. Her father was never one to consider whether he would cause great convenience or not, being one of the wealthiest man in all of Japan and all.

"Father," she said acknowledging him.

"Serum XX is ready, why haven't you drunk it yet?" his voice was as demanding as Akashi had always remembered it to be.

"..."

"Do you even plan to?" his eyes were cold. Akashi couldn't even remember how her father's eyes looked like when it was radiating warmth. Did he ever look at her warmly? Maybe he did, before her mother-Akashi promptly stopped that line of thought. She can't be weak now, not in front of her father; she's an Akashi. She has to be strong.

"Yes," it didn't take the younger Akashi another second to answer. She knew that was the only answer her father wanted to hear, the only answer she was allowed to give. It was almost a rhetorical question to the younger Akashi.

"Then do it quickly," he said before turning on his heels and leave. He barely heard the redhead's reply of a simple 'understood'. His son-turned-daughter had always resembled Shiori. It hurt to look at the redhead, especially now that her features were feminine. She looked so much like her mother except she had his eyes. It was like a grim reminder to him that the woman he loved so much was gone. Forever.

Masaomi wanted Akashi Seijuuro, the son his wife had loved.

***

"Understood," Akashi had whispered. She glared at the floor. Though she was used to her father's dictatorship, it doesn't mean she was also fine with it. She entered her room and closed the door. She took a deep breath. Her eyes felt heavy. Oh she wasn't crying. She wasn't... she won't.

After such a day she spent with Nijimura, why did her father have to snatch her back to reality that fast? Couldn't he at least have waited for tomorrow to come before slapping it on her face that she doesn't have any freedom to choose? That she's not the master of her fate.

She's the sole heir to a very successful conglomerate... and her father doesn't want a daughter for an heir.

Akashi threw herself on her bed in the most ungraceful way; she was beyond caring. She was alone in her room; she was just by herself... It wasn't like she didn't want to be Akashi Seijuuro again; she at least wanted to do it in her own pace, in her own time. It was so frustrating how her father always restricts her, holds her down and makes sure to drag her back to the ground when she's so close to flying. She clenched her fists; she gnashed her teeth.

She was angry. It was frustrating. She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry, but the tears won't fall. She was nowhere near perfect.

It was fine not to be perfect, but only when she's in the four corners of her room. When there's nobody else but her.

***

Akashi was determined to stop the unofficial thing between her and her captain before it gets too deep. Before it could get even harder to stop than it already was. How do you even cut a relationship that never even existed in the first place?

How do you let go of someone who was never yours to begin with?

Her mind was all messed up. How nice would it be if she could go back in time and stop herself from drinking that very suspicious liquid and prevent all of this drama from happening? Very nice. It would be very nice.

"Akashi-chan!" Mio's voice snapped her out of her trance.

"Oh, what is it?"

"We're buying lunch, are you coming?"