The Doll - Kuroko No Basket

II

Closed eyes, sewed red lips.

Kuroko is staring intensively at the sleep young master, as he breathes softly. It notifies the tealnette of his alive state, that he is here, do not worry. He reaches his hands to the soft red meat, touching them hungrily.
He doesn't know why, but he longs for the auburn head. For him to embrace the shorter boy, to kiss his cheek and love him. He wants him.

Maybe, he loves the mentioned boy?

But is he capable of understanding such a precious feeling?

Sensing a cold object rubbing against his lips, Seijuro slowly opens his eyes. Two sharp red eyes, look baggers at him. The other boy, scared takes his rude fingers off of his lips, lowering his head embarrassed. “Im sorry” As soon as he becomes aware of his doll's presence, his dangerous face softens and he lovingly reassures him. “It is alright” He sits on the bed and scratches his arms. His arms rising in the air, aim for the teal invisible boy. They land halfway, coming down ninety degrees.Surprisingly, He gets hugged.

Two protective arms are wrapped around his waist, His head rested on Akashi's chest, forces him to hear the regular, calm (getting excited) heart beat. Bathum, BAthum, BAThum.
'Such an alive sound. So calming' He thinks, hugging his owner back. Seijuro puts his chin on his softer than feather hair and sniffs it. It has no smell, but it does not stop the auburn head from smelling, wanting to remember even the non-existed smell.

Kuroko rises his head, disturbing his master from playing with his hair, enjoyably. “Sei-Kun looks like a doll when sleep, Tetsu was so amazed to see him not moving even an inch all the night” The former rises an eyebrow, curious. “Was you watching me the whole time? ” “Yes... Sei-Kun was so at peace that i thought it would be a shame to don't watch him”

A light chuckles leave his mouth, making the tealnette to blink a few times. “Tetsu you are really something ” Not understanding his master's words, he only nods his head. He is happy that his actions brought joy to his master's heart. Akashi kisses his forehead tenderly and pinches his perfect shaped nose. Unable to feel the touch, the doll doesn't make any reaction. Falling farther in his bitter- sweet scent.

He goes to bathroom, leaving the tealnette all to himself to wonder, how Akashi's gentle hands feel like. When he kisses his forehead, how hot it becomes. Or if that kiss was on his lips, would it be rough or soft? He wants to know.

Later that day, three boys, two happy and one pissed were sitting in garden, watching the beautiful colorful flowers dance with the wind. Kuroko is sitting next to Akashi, fingers interwind while Murasakibara is across of them, eating his snacks furiously. He never got that much of skin ships as this bastard is getting. Somehow he is angry. No. He is mad. No reason for his feelings as he never cared for having reason to love something or dislike it. And now he hates the teal head.

Chocolate gets big bites and melts in his mouth. He takes a packet of poky out of his plastic and presents it to the beautiful doll. Kuroko troubled rejects his offer. “Thank you Murasakibara-Kun but i can't eat” He knew it. But hurting the boy is fun and he deserves it. “Okay~”

A maid running, stops before them. She calmly speaks up, formally to the young master. “Asao-Sama wants to see you, Seijuro-Sama”

Akashi patts his Kuroko's hair and kisses his senseless fingers. They are too small, too slim that he fears breaking them.So he touches it very carefully. Then he glares at Atsushi. He has seen his cruel behavior very vividly. “Dare and lay one finger on him, and believe me Atsuhi i will not hesitate to break them”

His bored eyes being rolled, glare back at him passionately. “Hai~”

The young master leaves his doll and friend alone with each other. He trusts the purple head's words, taking majestic steps. But every words can be lies, right?

As soon as he is gone of there, Atsushi abandons his snacks on the wooden bench, under the large splendid arbour, located in the middle of garden. He murmers murderously.“I really hate you ” Kuroko looking daggers at him, impassive just watches as he gets closer.

He does hate the monstrous boy too. He has everything he wishes for.

His left plastic arm is twitched, but he doesn't feel anything. He has no sense organs. “You wretch, you only has been here for one month yet it seems like you were long lost mates. I don't know why Akashi loves  a lifeless boy like you? What's so good about you anyway? You're just beautiful. A useless beauty though” He puts his hands around his neck and squeezes it.

If he were a real Human by now he would be dead. But no, He is just an unhuman thing. “ You don't feel it right? You are not human after all, hehe” “I really hate you”

His large teal eyes get closed and opened robotic. His sharp diamonds swallowing the violet head.“ Likewise Murasakibara-kun” The former gets even more pissed. He puts more pressure on his violent touch.

Crack

An invisible crack makes itself  home on his neck. Murasakibara immediately pulls out, not wanting to see his crush mad. “Che, weakling pipsqueak”

His heart beats fast, afraid. He thought he was gonna get crushed under his strong arms mercilessly. Fixing his collar, he sighs exhausted. “Murasakibara-Kun are you jealous of me? ”

The question honestly caught him off guard that he with large startled eyes shouts on the unique art's face. “NO! ”
His obvious frustratrion answers Kuroko's question. Red lips form a sad smile and words shaken leaves his mouth. “You shouldn't. I am just a mere doll, soon to be thrown out once he grows tired of me. But no, you are diffrent. You are real. You are his friend, A human who will be with him until God knows when. But I, can't even feel his touches. Aren't i the unlucky one here Murasakibara-Kun? Why..... why do you envy a pitiful object like me?”

He so wants to shade tears, to let his heavy heart be released. But he is unable too.

Such a beautiful person. Such a twisted object.

The violet head stares at him with pity in his eyes. The boy's face is emotionless but his teal rubies say otherwise. Anger, sadness, jealousy, hatred. Anysort of feeling one person is capable of experiencing, once fallen in love's trap. He hugs him.

Hug.

His large palm kisses his teal lock and he possessively hides his face in his warm chest, not letting anyone see his transparent tears. Soon, salty liquid leaves his eyes one by one, falling desperately on the latter's head.

Murasakibara doesn't cry for his unrequited love. He crys for the tealnette born with an unfortunate fate.