KurooAka Weekend 2k17 || AnimeTrashLord-007

Day Three;; Sacrifice||Artist's Choice

    “Yes, timeout indeed!” Akaashi’s father bellowed, his face turning beet red.

    “You two are so cute, you have our blessing!” His mother smiled, wiping away a tear from the corner of her eye.

    “You can't just give them our blessing, dear! This is unacceptable! What about an heir?”

    “Listen here, dear, but this is the first time I've since Keiji in a relationship and if he wants to marry a man then he damn well can. They can just adopt a child when they're good and ready,” she snapped, slapping her husband across the arm, “After all, it's not blood that makes a family but the emotional bonds we form with each other. If you're happy, Keiji, then we're happy!”

    “I, uh, thanks?” Akaashi stammered, shooting a glare at Kuroo who was snickering.

    “But he's a criminal! How will that reflect on-”

    “Are you willing to sacrifice our son’s happiness for your own foolish legacy? Let me tell you one thing - it isn't your bloodline that is royal and respected, it's the acts you committed while on the throne. I won't hear any more on the subject. If Akaashi accepts this man’s proposal, then I will welcome him into our family with open arms. I suggest you do the same or else we'll be continuing this discussion in private.”

    The King’s face drained of colour at his wife’s threat. She wasn't a woman to be trifled with. They had met during a war when they were both much younger and she had saved his life on many occasions. The golden rule of the court was to follow her orders without question for her authority was absolute. Even the king followed this philosophy. Waving his hands in defeat, he put on a forced smile as he looked at his son and Kuroo. Akaashi rolled his eyes.

    “Well if you both are okay with it, then I have no reason to say no,” Akaashi sighed.

    Kuroo frowned and rubbed the back of his neck. After a considerable pause, he spoke up, “That was terrible.”

    “Seriously, Keiji?” The Queen shook her head in disappointment.

    “What? Don't give me that look! He didn't put any effort into his proposal, why should I?”

    “He had the courage to propose in front of us, the King and Queen! In our home!”

    “It was a pretty ballsy move,” the King whispered, nodding in agreement.

    “Yeah, Keiji, I’m courageous.”

    “Shut up, Kuroo!” Akaashi snapped, “I said yes so it's final, we're getting married. Let's all move on."

    The entire room was filled with nobility and the upper class, all of whom had their eyes set on the four people bickering in the corner of the grand hall. A few excited squeals broke out around the room at the acceptance of Kuroo’s proposal, as well as a generous amount of clapping. They rose their glasses in a toast to the couple, to which Kuroo smirked and Akaashi blushed a bright shade of red. He hadn't realised they were all listening and embarrassment flushed over him. He had no qualms with marrying Kuroo and he was pretty sure he loved the idiot, but he didn't want the whole city to know either.

    “Congratulations, Keij! It's about damn time you came out!” A man cheered before chugging his glass of champagne.