Yellow Diamonds [AkaKuro Fanfiction]

Chapter 4 ✔

Rewritten version: 05/26/2017 (This actually had been sitting in my docs for 3 weeks, but-)

I've been job hunting these past few weeks, so I apologize if this chapter came super late. XD I've finished rewriting a few, but I've this weird tendency to not post anything, not until I've completed a certain quota or smth.

(Also, I DON'T advise reading the other chapters with the rewritten chapters. This is because I've changed a bunch of things which might make the story one helluva mess like myself.)

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Just so we're clear, I'm an AkaKuro warrior, through and through. I don't ship Kuroko with anyone else, except Akashi. BECAUSE THEY ARE MEANT TO BE TOGETHER. The last chapter was necessary because, I need everyone to catch a glimpse of Kuroko's *insert synonyms of the word "miserable" here* life.

Thank you for all the reads, votes, and comments!

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroko no Basuke. Fujimaki Tadatoshi-sensei owns it. The only thing I own is this story.

I do not own the cover photo either. Credits go to their respective owners.

Warning: Grammatical errors, limited vocabulary, unbetaed :3

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An hour or two had passed, since Akashi had left the office. It had only been a month since he left Kyoto, but commuting in the city still didn't sit well with him. He was too used to being picked up by his chauffeur day in and day out. As far as he could remember, it had always been that way. However, he didn't regret letting go of that luxury.

He didn't want to be tied down to his name, to all the achievements of the Akashi family that had lived through time. It was one of the reasons he decided to leave for Tokyo.

Akashi Masaomi might be making use of his son's decision to not succeed the family business and make his own name, so he could extend the enterprise and still tie his son down in the end. It was like killing two birds using one stone to him. But his son knew better.

To Akashi, it was also killing two birds with one stone–he got to live away from his cursed life and however the fuck he wanted.

It had been three weeks since he had started to live in his current apartment unit. He spent his first week illegally detained–what was the point of labor codes even?–in the department, because of this one big-ass case Nijimura had included him in. He had no time to go home, hence also no time to eat what one called acceptable food and take what one called acceptable baths.

The 6-storey mixed-used building he was staying in wasn't much really. It had a simple exterior and minimal distinguishing features. It wasn't even that remarkable, unlike the other buildings standing tall in the metro.

He decided to maintain a low profile while he lodged in the city, despite his father's offers to him to stay in one of their family's condominium. He would never ask his father for help. Everything he would use would come from his own pockets and would be gained by his own hands. He knew his stay in the city would be lengthy, so he was learning bit by bit how to keep his expenses at bay, starting with his lodging.

Akashi reached for one of the hanging cabinets in the kitchen–a special unit where he kept jars upon jars of tea leaves. He took one and proceeded to prepare the tea to help boost his concentration. Then, he took a can of sugared cookies from another cabinet and placed a few on a clean platter. The kitchen remained unused, except for when he had the urge to have a cup of tea or two. He had lived off convenience store food, because it took less time to prepare–after all, you just needed to buy it–and lesser money on ingredients since they were ready-to-eat. He ate out when he had the time.