Shattered by the devil's hands and his intentions, Kuroko escaped the clutches of Teiko empire. The furious devil master, possessive of his love, had refused the innocent Kuroko to fall into the filthy hands of humans, assuming his love would be tri...
Kuroko arise, his mind was still delusional thick with darkness and sleep, his body was aching with tenderness of familiarity that he had not felt in a long time. He took a quick glance around the room. The four-poster queen sized bed he was in, the curtains, the windows, the desks and wardrobes. The arrangement of the furniture was the same as ever as far as he remembered.
Sounds like Akashi. Kuroko huffed.
It was just yesterday Kuroko remembered he was happily living his life in Seirin, until the advent of Kise Ryouta, Teiko's favourite assassin. The meeting had shaken and stirred Kuroko from within, awakening emotions and sentiments of darkness he had restrained, being kept far from bay. He had often lamented himself for being weak. He could've escaped and left the hall, instead of presenting the golden opportunity for Kise to kidnap him.
Where am I? Kuroko's obstinate nature refusing to capitulate had whispered those words out loud.
"There is no excuse for that. You know very well where you are."
The uptight figure of speech, the voice of the man who had spoken was seated comfortably in the darkest corner with a bear soft toy in his taped hands. He adjusted his glasses with a soft click with his left hand. His name was Midorima Shintarou. Kuroko stared at the green-haired man. Had he been there since yesterday?
"Are you my new watchdog?" Kuroko asked.
The door gave a loud creaking noise, signifying the door was being opened. A man of a shorter stature entered the room. The significant features were the heterochromatic eyes and the crimson red hair. The fine elegant cloth of the velvet and black layered kimono adoring the Akashi clan's insignia. Kuroko's insides churned. A feeling of wanting to be released, to return to his master's side. By the side of the man named Akashi Seijuurou.
"You're finally back, Tetsuya." His observant heterochromatic eyes were carefully and meticulously scrutinizing Kuroko's every movement.
Kuroko scowled. "Do not play dumb. You ordered Kise to do that, didn't you?"
Akashi settled himself on the edge of the bed, fingers hovered over the slight sensations his Tetsuya. Akashi pulled his chin into the proximity of himself and had locked him into a contest of glaring. Akashi rubbed his fingers against the pale lips of his beloved Tetsuya.
"And you know the futility of your efforts, Tetsuya." Akashi smirked, fully aware of his orders had the reverse effect on Tetsuya. "How many days, how many months, how many years since you last fed? My dear Tetsuya, you must be very hungry. Three years since you left me, three years you have not fed."
"Surely you jest, Master." Kuroko pulled away from Akashi's hands. "I survived just fine without feeding. Do not underestimate me."
Akashi sighed. "That's fine, but you shall be confined till you are summoned." Akashi took one last look at Kuroko's new ankle chain and Akashi's black leather choker which was worn over Kuroko's pale, delicate neck. Akashi rose from beside Kuroko, took a quick glance at his Shutoku subordinate. "Shintarou."
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