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Kaneki x Reader
One-shot


'Where is she? I have to find her! I have to find her!' Multiple thoughts raced through Kaneki's mind, forcing his legs to run through the pain. After his fight with Amon, thinking of you was the only thing that kept him from turning into his kakuja form. The only one who kept him sane.

'Damnit! Damnit! Damnit! Why can't I run fast enough!? Why can't I pick up her scent? Where is she? Where is she!?'

Panic was shaking his entire body, making him lose his sense of direction and decision making. He knew he needed to calm down so that he could carefully track you, but he was losing patience. Kaneki needed to know if you were safe.

While running down a particular path, he could smell something familiar. His heart quivered at each inhalation, dashing further and quicker.

It was you.

It was your scent.

But something was off.

He was pleased yet something inside of him restrained his happiness. Another part of his mind was telling him he should be concerned. Because it was not only your fragrance that he picked up, but blood.

Kaneki spots a figure with a staggering gait ahead of him, identifying the individual as his girlfriend. He calls your name, making himself known as you cease your movements.

"Ken?"

"__(y/n)!" His relieved expression does not stay as it's replaced by panic yet again. With your hand pressed against your abdomen, red liquid rapidly seeps in between your fingers. You had unknowingly left a trail, which Kaneki had followed.

"Ken! Oh, Ken, you're safe!" You then wince in pain, using the wall of a building for support. Your legs and hands were shaking, struggling to keep a straight posture. Kaneki sweeps you in his arms, the two of you slowly sliding down to sit on the floor.

"Y-you're hurt!" He adds pressure over your hand against your wound.

"Ken...V-14. Don't...d-don't go there." You had to warn him. The two of you separated when you met with Amon. Kaneki chose to fight while you tried to help Irimi and Koma escape.

"I-I-I'm sorry. Ken, I'm so sorry." You bit your quivering lip, bodies of your ghoul comrades flash in your mind, reminding you that they were no longer part of the living world.

"Irimi-san...Koma-san, they're gone. I...I couldn't save them."

"Shh...shh, it's okay. It's okay." He wanted you to converse your energy.

"But they're dead because I couldn't protect them."

"It's not your fault. You did your best. As long as you're safe, it's fine and I know that is what they wanted."

"Ken...?" You whisper his name, feeling yourself grow tired.

"Yes?"

"I love you."

Normally his cheeks would flush and his chest would swell with elation, but the way you said those three words sounded as if they were your last.

"__(y/n), I love you, too. Let's go home, ne?"

As he attempted to stand, he felt his own wounds ache and reopen. Now that his adrenaline levels had lowered slightly, the pain was beginning to prick his body. Kaneki felt a hand brush against his cheek and his eyes stare down at your sad smile.

Without exchanging words, he knew what you were thinking. He pressed your hand against his face and his eyes film over with tears.

"No."

"Ken...it's ok-"

"No. Please, no. We're going home now, okay? So, everything will be fine."

Pain and anxiety froze his body as he held you closely, feeling your heart rate slow down.

"I, __(f/n), promise to love and cherish you in good times and in bad. In sickness and in health. I will love you and honor-"

"Wait, wait, __(y/n). What are you doing?"

"Marrying you before I..." It hurt to say it. It hurt to know that your final moments were coming true.

"No, __(y/n), you can't!"

"We made a promise, remember?" You pull out your necklace from under your top which had the promise ring Kaneki gave you.

"I remember. Of course I do and we're going to keep it until we're out of here. Once we're rested and healed, I'll do it properly. I swear it. We just have to go home and get some sleep." He continued to refuse, refuse, and refuse. Kaneki didn't want to believe it. He didn't want his only light in his dark, twisted world to fade away.

"Everything is all right, Ken."

"It's not! You're hurt and you're in pain! I should've gone with you instead! I shouldn't have let you go by yourself. We should've escaped together..." His tears were finally released from his bi colored eyes.

"I'm all right, Ken. Really, I am. I don't feel anything anymore. I'm happy. I'm in your arms. I'm in the arms of my first and only love. My sweet Kaneki, Ken." You hated to see him in so much distress.

"__(y/n)...." He choked your name, kissing your palm as he squeezed your hand slightly. "Just hold on, please. I love you, __(y/n). I love you."

Kaneki lifts your upper body closer to his, lightly kissing your lips. You weakly grabbed onto his shirt, pouring all your emotions into the kiss. When there was a small distance forming between your lips, you pushed his head towards yours just a little longer.

"I love you so much more." You whisper after you both finally pull away, nuzzling your face in his neck. Kaneki sobs loudly into your shoulder, feeling your grip loosen on him and no longer hearing the sound of your beating heart.

"No, __(y/n)! Don't leave me. Please, __(y/n). Please. Come back....come back. Don't go. You promised you'd never leave me alone."

Kaneki doesn't care how his loud wailings captures the attention of the CCG crowd, all equipped with their weapons. They watch with confusion and mixed emotions after witnessing the death of a young woman. The loss of a ghoul's lover was new to them, never having seen a "human" side to the monsters.

He lifts his head from your neck, watching patches of white kiss your skin and decorate your __(h/c) hair. He gently brushes the snow from your face, letting his fingers run through your hair. His tears continue to slide down his cheeks as he whispers your name and plead for your return. When he tried to gently shake you and received no response, your death rattles him once again. Kaneki voices his anguish and pain loudly, rocking you in his embrace.

His back and forth movement slows down when he smells a person with your scent. He turns his head behind him, eyeing a tall male with a hair color similar to his. The man's white coat is stained with spots of red and he sees your blood dripping down Arima's weapon.

Kaneki glared at your murderer, his kagune protruding from his back while veins erupt around his left eye. You weren't with him anymore. He couldn't sit and allow Arima to leave without some kind of pain.

He places a kiss on your forehead, gently laying you on the ground.

Kaneki isn't certain on what he wanted to do or what he was even doing, but he knew he had a low chance of escaping now. He lets himself loose, allowing his insane self take over. His kakuja form controls his every movement while the boy lets out a disturbed laugh.  

Kaneki feels nothing despite fighting the investigator with all of his energy. He doesn't react to any pain, not even when Arima's lance pierces through his eye. His back his met with something hard, cold, and wet, but is paralyzed with exhaustion and broken will.

He moves his hand towards where he thinks your body is, hoping to come in contact with you. He can't feel his body anymore, just a heavy sensation of falling endlessly.

'__(y/n)...'

--

He hears a soft humming and warmth wrap itself around him. He slowly opens his eyes, careful of the sun's bright rays. Kaneki blinks in confusion, noting that his entire surrounding has changed. There were no CCG members, bodies scattered on the ground, snow falling, or the sound of weapons and bullets clashing.

"Finally, sleepy head!" He gasps slightly at the familiar voice, tracing it down to his lap. There you were, causally laying your head on his legs while you were browsing through one of his books.

"Ne, you said you were only going to take a 5 minute nap but you took-"

"__(y/n)!" He forces you to sit up as he embraces you tightly. He says your name repeatedly and his emotions begin to spill again. "You're alive...you're alive...! I love you, __(y/n). I love you so much. I'm so sorry for letting you get hurt like that. I'm sorry."

"Ken, it's all right. Everything is okay now." you say gently. "I love you, Ken and I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere."

You smile sweetly after pulling away from his hug. You kissed the corners of his eyes, wiping his cheeks with your fingers. Kaneki places his own over yours, kissing your palm and he leans forward to rest his forehead against yours.

"I, Kaneki, Ken, promise to love and cherish you in good times and in bad. In sickness and in health. I will love yo-"

"Wait, wait, what are you doing?"

"I'm marrying you, just like I promised."

"Mouu, you said we were going to do it properly." You pouted cutely. "We don't even have our proper rings or the place for our ceremony. The guest list isn't even done and most importantly, I'm not in my dress!"

"You're right. I did promise. It's just..." You could tell he seemed slightly puzzled and you knew what was on his mind. You wrap your arms around his waist, nuzzling your nose against his.

"Hey, everything is all right now. We're going to be okay. We're safe now. I'm with you and you're with me."

"You're right. As long as we're together, that's all that matters." He holds you to his chest and he could feel you respond with a tight hug and a light peck on his shoulder. The burden from his sufferings and misery no longer crushed him, feeling himself breathe much easier than before.

Kaneki carefully lifts you by your waist and spins once before pressing his lips to yours. After earning a small giggle from his lover, he finally realizes that you two could love and be in each other's company in peace. After he sets you on your feet, his fingers fill the spaces between yours. He kisses the back of your hand lovingly and shared one more kiss before you both walk towards your happy ending.
Art X Reader

Chapter 2

"Move in together? Whoa, aren't you moving a bit too fast? You haven't even taken me out on a date!" You slightly joked despite not understanding his motives.

"I mean move in temporarily. The number of attacks have increased, even inside of your own home. I think it's best if I live with you, that way if anything should happen, I can respond immediately."  

"Doesn't really look like I have much of a choice." you sighed.

"You always have the right to refuse, but I want you to be aware of the risks of less security around you."

"I know, I understand, of course I'll agree. It's just a bit overwhelming. I'm trying to figure out what I did wrong."

"You didn't do anything wrong, __(l/n)-san. We will find who's behind this."

"Thank you."

--

"Here are the reports from case number 204." Art receives a manila envelope from one of the staff members.

"Thank you. How about for case number 289?"

"No, sir, there hasn't been any updates since the last occurrence."

"I see. Well, anyway, good work." He dismisses his colleague, marking on his calendar how long it has been since your case was issued.

'Already 6 months? Just what are we lacking?' His thoughts were thrown apart at the sudden bang of his door.

"Inspector! __(l/n)-san is here along with a few others. They also brought in a suspect!"

Art quickly follows another of his coworker, leading him to the main lobby, spotting you and some of the Hamatora gang.

"Art-kun! Let's go home already!" He hears you say.

"__(l/n)-san, are you all--what is that?" Art finds you, Birthday, and Nice covered in thick, clear liquid.

"I don't know and I don't want to find out. All I just want is a shower."

"It's this guy's Minimum. He can produce some slime-like secretion. He was quite difficult to handle." Murasaki lifts the culprit by the back of his shirt, presenting him to your handsome bodyguard. Art orders any available police members to contain the slime Minimum Holder for questioning, though he doubts he'll extract any valuable information from him just like the others.

"Yo, Art! Mind helping us out?" Nice is attempting to shake off as much goo as possible.

"Quit it, you bastard! You're sending that crap over here!" Birthday complains.

"I can't help it! I just want this off me!"

"You three can use our locker rooms in the basement. We have showers there. I'll also send someone to leave spare clothes."

"Ne, __(y/n)-chan, let's shower together!" You feel Birthday's arm weigh on your shoulders.

"Sure!"

"Really!?"

"No, of course not! Go shower by yourself!"

"But it's lonely!"

"Shower with Nice then."

"Oi! I don't want that!" Nice interjects the conversation.

"But I like you better!" Birthday's lips curve into a big pout.

"Sorry, but my answer is still no."

"__(y/n)-chaaaan, don't be so cold!"

"We might have to arrest you if you keep harassing poor __(l/n)-san." Gasuke bumps the top of Birthday's head with his cane. "Anyway, follow me and I'll show you where the shower rooms are."

--

'I feel so much better!' You exhaled happily, patting your damp hair with the towel. You exit the locker rooms when finished, surprised to see Art waiting for you outside.

"The others left already since I told them that you and I will be going home together."

"Oh, I see. You finished your work? I don't mind waiting if you didn't."

"It's all right. I'm done for the day."

You walk beside him down the long hallway, stopping momentarily when a particular warning sign captures your attention.

"Shooting range?"

"Yes, this is the room where we practice our shooting skills. Would you like to see?"

"Mhm!" Art unlocks the door using his I.D card and you become amazed at how a spacious room was located underneath the building.

"Do you come here often?"

"Once in a while if I have time."

"I've never been to this kind of place before. The only shooting experience I've had is at a carnival with the water guns."

"At least it's something?" He chuckles with you.

"I guess, but, can I try it out?"

"Try what out?" He sees your hopeful and pleading look.

"Target practice! I want to try using a real gun."

"You need permission and supervision."

"But you're here, right? Can't you be the one to supervise me? I mean you are the best person to ask." Being the director of the entire building, you knew he held the most authority.

"Please? Even if it's just once. With all this crazy stuff that's happening, I would at least like to know how to properly handle a gun.

"Do you even have a license to own one?"

"No, but you never know. I might start to now that more people are trying to kidnap me."

"But I'm here to protect you as well as the others."

"Yeah, but still. I'd feel better if I knew."

"All right, but I can't do this all the time. There are rules to be followed when using this room." He leads you to one of the booths, pulling out his personal gun to educate you on its mechanics. After showing you the parts of the small weapon and how to use, he carefully places it in your hand. You note its slightly heavy weight, handling the object delicately before aiming it towards the target board.

"Before you start, you have it hold it lik-" You ignore his directions, pulling the trigger eagerly. You blink when a soft click is heard and felt a resistance when you attempted to set it off.

"The safety is on." Art answers your questioning look. He also shows you how to undo the safety measures, standing closely behind you. "I'm going to show you step by step how to fire it, okay? If it's not done right, you can get hurt."

You feel his hands over yours, adjusting your position on the gun. Your heart speeds up at the lack of distance, never having been this close to Art. You try to calm yourself, believing that he might actually sense your nervousness. You question why your focus is on Art and not on your lesson. You assume that it's the closeness, but you didn't think you would mind. He's been living with you for a couple of months so why did you feel this way?

"__(l/n)-san? Are you listening? __(l/n)-san?"

"H-huh? Yeah, umm, sorry, say that again?"

"You need to pay attention." A sigh escapes his lips. "Handling a gun is dangerous and you must take caution before using it."

"Right. Sorry. I'll listen." You stare ahead at the end of the room where shapes of people were standing firmly in their place. You pinpoint the red dots on the human board, indicating its vital spots.

"Always point your gun in a safe direction and be sure of where you want to shoot. Only place your finger on the trigger when ready. You don't want to accidentally pull it. The number one thing here is safety." He lifts your hands slightly, continuing his firm grip on you.

"Hold onto your weapon tightly. When you fire, there's going to be a recoil. My gun's recoil isn't high, but since this is your first time, it's better if we pretend as if it does. Are you ready?"

"Yeah, I'm ready." You nodded.

"You've marked where you want to hit?"

"Mhm."

"Okay, we'll count together."

"1...2...3...!" A bang screams loudly in your ear and your hands feel as if they have been slapped backwards. If it weren't for Art holding your hands and acting as a support, you would have hit yourself in the face and fell to the ground.

"You okay?" Art couldn't help his small laugh at your startled reaction.

"Don't laugh at me! I've never done this before."

"Sorry, sorry. I'm not making fun of you, trust me."

"You better not." The pout on your lips makes him pass a thought he never imagined he would have. A light pink dusted on your cheeks and your bottom lip jutting out ever so slightly made him think you were cute.

"Anyway, I want to try again." You look back at your objective with determination.

Art quickly dispels his quiet comment when you ask for his guidance, returning his concentration to his quick lesson.

"Which mark were you going after?"

"The heart."

"Okay, you want to align yourself up with the heart then. Move your arms a little bit higher and straight. Keep them firm so you don't lose grip on the gun."

Your body tenses slightly when his chin is placed on your neck, cheek pressed adjacent to yours. His skin felt warm and smooth and his lilac locks sent a tickling sensation everywhere it touched. Art was correcting your position again, allow him to maneuver your body. Well, at the moment, it didn't feel as if you had control. Your mind was lost at how Art was able to erupt these strange feelings in your heart. Was he aware of what he was doing? What were you even thinking?

"Ready?" You suddenly zoom back to your original task, scolding yourself for being easily distracted. You were handling a gun right now! Safety is the priority at the moment, but somehow, you felt safe with Art.

"I'm ready."

"1...2...3!"

Since you were expecting the explosive noise, you didn't shriek, but your body still jumped at the gun's forceful recoil. You blinked when you saw the damage to your target and gasped happily.

"Look! Do you see that? It hit! I got the hear-" When you pivoted your head, your breath was cut short at the sudden, up close appearance of Art. You were excited about your target that you almost forgot about Art's presence. Mesmerized by those gorgeous, violet eyes, you couldn't complete your sentence, yet Art knew exactly what you were thinking.

"Yes, I saw. Good job." Art also couldn't find it himself to move away, captivated by this new perspective of you. Your lips, your eyes, the way your strands of hair framed your face, and the tiny, beautiful, facial features he never noticed; Art was paying attention to everything now.

Unfortunately, he didn't have enough time to fully appreciate every detail, both of you snapping out of your stupor when a text message is directed to Art's cell phone. Returning the distance between the two of you, you put Art's gun back to its safety mode then placing it back into his possession.

"How about we get something to eat?" He suggests while you leave the target practice room. Art says goodbye to the rest of the police crew on the way out, thanking everyone for their hard work. He opens the front door for you when you approach his car, letting Art decide on the restaurant.

--

"Good thing we ate here! The food is so delicious. Totally beats my cooking." You let out a satisfied sigh, placing your fork down when you finished your meal.

"Nonsense. Your cooking is just as good."

"Oh stop, you're just saying that."

"No, I'm serious. It is."

"Okay, okay. Thank you." You smiled before glancing up at the waiter when he approached the table.

"Would you like any desserts?" You hear him ask.

"Yes, please! We'll take number 2 and 8 from the dessert menu. Oh! And he'll also take a cup of regular coffee with sugar on the side. Lots of sugar, please."

"Sure, I can bring those out for you." The waiter leaves with your empty dinner plates.

"I'm surprised you knew what I was going to order." chuckles the inspector.

"I'm getting to know you, Art." You give a wink and a light giggle, resting your chin against your palm.

"And I as well." You weren't the only one who was picking up habits and mannerisms of the other person.

"Oh really? Then did you know I used to be enrolled at the Facultas Academy?"

"You were? I don't remember having classes with you." Art moves himself closer to the table, presenting his interest.

"That's because I wasn't there for very long. Maybe a little less than a month? They said I had Minimum potential, but they couldn't find it at all. There was only one person who believed in me, but I forgot the name. Anyway, when they couldn't find my Minimum, they just...threw me out. They said I was a waste of their research time. Guess I wasn't all that special." You gave half a smile, mixed feelings always seem to erupt whenever you thought of Falcutas.

"You don't need a Minimum to be special." Art lays his hand over yours on the table, giving it a gentle squeeze. "You're fine just as you are, __(l/n)-san. If Falcutas can't see your worth, then its their loss because I can see it and so do the others."

"Thanks, Art." Your half smile slowly starts to spread. "But you're right. I'm fine with what I have now. I mean, I always did wonder what it would be like if I did have a Minimum, but I guess it's not meant for me. Besides, I made it this far without one. I graduated from college. I have my own place. I have a stable job. The only thing is that there's people after me, but one good thing came from it."

"What is that?" He ponders what the positive was with your kidnapping case.

"I was able to make more friends and I got to know a sweet person like you." You beam happily at Art, your bodyguard feeling his chest swell slightly.

"I'm glad I got to know you as well." His thumb strokes the back of your hand lightly. He releases your hand when the waiter returns with your orders, placing them carefully in front of you and Art. Once finished, Art paid for the two of you, denying any method of payment from you. Although he said he didn't mind, you were going to pay him back next time.

"I want to make a couple of stops before we go home. Is that all right?"

"That's fine. Where are we going?"

"To visit my little brother."

"Oh? I didn't know you had a little brother. I guess we still have lots to learn about each other, ne?"

"I believe we do. Guess this means we should spend more time together then."

"I wouldn't mind."

--

Your first stop was at the well known flower shop in Yokohama, Anemone. Although you purchased from there a couple of times, you have heard many good reviews about the small business. You glanced at the many different flowers on display while Art went to the owner to buy his usual order.

"One bouquet of white lilies?" The owner knew his answer, but always wanted to confirm.

"Yes, please."

"Oh? You have brought someone with you this time." The magenta colored hair woman peeks to the left of him. "Your girlfriend?"

Art's face glows a light pink at her assumption, but shook his head. "Just a friend."

"I see." The florist leaves momentarily to ready Art's purchase.

"May I help you, Miss?"

Turning around, you meet one of the part timers from Anemone, the young lady greeting you with a welcoming smile.

"Oh, I'm just looking for now."

"Okay, well, if you need anything, please let me know."

"Sure." You nod, eyeing a tall pot full of __(flower). You wondered why Art wanted to stop here before seeing his brother and a probable reason came to mind.

"Sorry, actually, I do need your help. I'm going to buy these." You pointed to a particular set of posies, getting the worker's attention before she drifted elsewhere.

Momoka watches one of her employees help you, her eyes widening slightly at the recognition. She stays quiet and finishes wrapping Art's bouquet before scanning the barcode at the register. Art hands her the correct amount of cash in exchange for the white lilies. He then blinks when a single rose is presented to him, knowing he didn't request it.

"I don't think I asked for that."

"I know. You can give it to your 'friend.' I'm sure she'll appreciate it."

"Thank you, but why are you giving it me?"

"Although she is just a friend, she is someone special to you, ne?" Art and Momoka look to where you were being taken care of by the second cash register. He unknowingly nods, accepting the extra rose before thanking Momoka for her service.

"Have a good rest of the day. Make sure you treasure every moment you have with her." She smiles slightly before Art meets with you by the exit. She momentarily allows the part timer to take over, hiding herself in her small office. Momoka's lips curve into a smirk as she dials a number on her cell phone.

--

"__(l/n)-san, I have something for you." You stopped to turn to the inspector. You see him slightly bend forward, offering a ruby stained rose in its mature stage. You gasp quietly at the surprise and admire its vivid color, carefully taking the flower by its thornless stem.

"Why, thank you." You giggle, playfully lowering yourself in a small curtsey. He smiles at your reaction, bowing a bit further with one hand over his chest and the other behind him. You bring the rose closer to your face to inhale its sweet scent, joyful __(e/c) eyes looking up at him once before walking to the passenger side of the car.

Your final destination was in front of a cemetery and your assumption from before was correct. The two of you climb out of the car once parked, Art seeing you with a small set of flowers in your hand.

"How did you know my brother was gone?"

"I kind of took a guess. You said you were visiting your little brother and you bought flowers before we got here. Usually brothers don't give each other flowers so I assumed this was where we were going."

"Ah, I see."

Walking along a wide concrete path, you follow Art through the graveyard, making a few turns before halting at his brother's burial site. You read the writings on the stone and frown at how young his sibling was.

"Skill, I've brought a friend. Her name's __(l/n)-san. Sorry that it's been a while. I've been a bit busy." Art begins to kneel on the ground, placing down his gift.

"Hello, Skill. It's nice to meet you." you say softly, situating yourself beside Art and also offering your gift. You put your hands together and closed your eyes, exhibiting your respect for the dead.

"If it weren't for that accident, you would've gotten along with him." You hear Art say after you stand.

"Accident?"

"Yes, something went wrong during an experiment."

"I'm sorry."

"You don't have to be. It wasn't your fault."

"But I agree with what you said about me and your brother getting along. I'm sure he is just as sweet as you are."

"I'm not all that nice." Art smiles sadly.

"What do you mean? Of course you are."

"No, I'm a selfish person. During my days at Facultas, I envied every single person that had a Minimum. Although I would congratulate them on their achievements, I was jealous. Even to my younger brother. The things I thought about the others, you would have thought differently of me. I might have been the first to graduate without a Minimum, but why is it that I don't have one? Don't I deserve one, too? All my friends have a Minimum. I'm pathetic, ne?" Art didn't understand why he was expressing himself so freely.

He felt that he could let his emotions flow without being reprimanded or judged around you. Second thoughts then make him regret opening his mouth with his guard down.

You move yourself directly in Art's line of vision, firmly taking both of his hands.

"You aren't pathetic at all. It's natural for you to feel that way. Angry, jealous, sad, happy, they're all emotions we feel everyday. I understand what it's like to not have a Minimum, too, but Art, I think you're an amazing person. Even though they couldn't detect your Minimum, you still worked hard. You worked hard enough to earn yourself a degree from Facultas Academy and became recognized as the first non-Minimum holder graduate. Not only do you have a well paying job, but you help and protect people, you're a hero! You achieved so much without any supernatural power. You have saved me multiple times and you did it on your own. To me, I think you're better than any Minimum Holder out there."

Art's heart permeates with elation, earning you a grateful smile from the Yokohama policeman. He lightly squeezes your hands, holding them a bit longer.

"Thank you." He felt relieved that he could trust and share with his feelings with you.

A sudden, strong gust blows against the you and Art, the young man taking one more step closer to you as if to protect you from the wind and whatever debris it brought. However, he felt as if it was more of a playful shove towards the woman before him. An image of his grinning brother develops in his mind and releases a small, weak sigh. One corner of his lip turns up slightly, raising a playful brow in the direction from where the wind originated.

"You okay?" you asked, feeling his position shift during the forceful breeze.

"Yes, I'm fine. Just a bit surprised at how windy it became."

"Maybe it's your brother agreeing with me. See? You're right that we get along."

"I guess so." Chuckling at how you thought the same. "Anyway, let's go home. They'll be closing the cemetery soon."

He releases one of your hands, carefully pulling your other to lead you down the path where you came from. Resistance stops him from walking, pivoting his head to see you tilt yours at Skill's tombstone.

"What's wrong?"

"Those are some...interesting flowers. I've never seen them before. I wonder who gave them?" He directs his gaze to a group of unusual flowers, each having a ring of black petals with a crimson stigma.

"Black cosmos? I'm not sure who out of our friends gave it."

"Well, the thought is still nice. But yeah, let's go back."

He slowly slips his fingers from yours, unsure if you felt comfortable keeping your hands connected. His palms become cold and finds himself longing for your warmth. He puts down the new thought, concentrating on leading you back to the car.

It was still early in the evening, but the sun was already hiding behind the horizon, leaving the sky a midnight blue.

"Did you want to use the shower first?" you asked after taking off your jacket and shoes by the door.

"You can go ahead. I'm going to be up for a while. I have some case files to look over."

"All right, but if you need anything, I'll be in my room."

"I'll keep that in mind. Thank you, __(l/n)-san."

"__(y/n). Call me __(y/n). It sounds too formal if you call me __(l/n)-san. Besides, we're friends now, ne?"

"Of course we are. Then I'll use __(y/n) from now on."

"Great! Well, I'm going to head to the shower. I'll come out once in a while to bother you to make sure you aren't working too hard."

"I look forward to that." He laughs slightly, watching you enter the bathroom.

'__(y/n), huh?' Art wasn't expecting you to give him permission to call you by your first name, but overall, he was happy at the step up in yours and his relationship.

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[1] Anemone is the flower shop Momoka owns. Episode 8 I think shows it?
AU!AkashixReader

"I...I won't let you hurt Sei-chan!" A child with __(h/c) stands protectively in front of her close friend, glaring at the dangerous man.

"Hah! What is a little girl like yourself going to do?" He laughs, drawing out his weapon as he slowly corners you and the red head.

"__(y/n)-chan, you go run and get help. I'll sto-"

"Nah uh. Sei-chan, I promise I'll protect you. Just don't be afraid, okay?" You held onto his hand with a strong grasp, a nervous smile painted on your lips.

"I know I won't get anything out of you, little girl, but that Emperor's son, oh, I know I can makes lots of money off him!" Your offender raises his sword and swings it towards the top of your head.

"__(y/n)-chan!"

You tense slightly as you held up your hand, an invisible force ceasing the attack. You glare at the assailant, pushing your hand towards the sky and he is forcefully thrown against the trunk of a thick tree. You stopped your powers as soon as the man laid limp on the ground, turning to face Akashi.

"Let's go tell-"

Before you could finish, he quickly forces release of his hand, stepping away from you. Your eyes widened as you see confusion and fear mixed with his red orbs. You understood the confusion, but what hurt was that fear. He looked at you as if...as if you were a-

"Monster..." You froze at his description of you, not believing that Akashi had really called you THAT.

"S-s-sei-chan, I'm not..I'm not a-"

"Monster! S-stay back! Stay away from me!" The future Emperor runs back to the palace as quickly as his tiny body could take him, screaming for help. You didn't move, breathing took enough effort already as his words paralyzed you.


AU!KurokoxReader

"__(y/n), no!"

"I have to! Tetsuya, I have to. I have to contain it before it spreads. I have-"

"You can't...there has to be another way." He pulls you into a tight embrace, his arms quivering against your body.

"We don't have time..." you placed your palms against his cheeks, sadly smiling at your lover. "I know you can do it. I know you can save me. Tetsuya, you say you're a shadow, but you're not to me. You're my light, Tetsuya. So, please, don't forget me, okay?"

"No, I won't let you-"

"I love you." you pressed your lips against his his quickly before pushing him back. You hear him call out to you, but refused to turn around or respond. You face the quickly growing, black swirl, lifting both arms to prevent it from consuming your friends.

"__(y/n)!!"


Haise Sasaki x Reader

You finally spot the man who was the last person with your child. You almost stumble into him, gripping onto his arms tightly.

"__(s/n)...what happ...is he..is he okay?" You didn't know what to ask first. Haise struggles with his own voice, but through the tears falling from his eyes, you knew your answer.

"Where...where is he? Haise, is he...is my baby okay?"

You could feel Haise's body tremble under your palms as he refuses to look at you, still unable to deliver a response. Your body stopped for a moment, the beating of your heart, your movements, and your thinking. It was as if you were an empty, fragile vessel, ready to drop into tiny pieces.

"No...no..." your whispers slowly growing louder. "No!! What happened?! Haise, what happened?"

Your shaking forces Haise to open his eyes and direct his gaze to your heartbroken, __(e/c) eyes.

"What happened to my son!" You wailed loudly, panic and guilt stabbing the man who was falling for you. You take another breath, not to calm yourself, but to release your pain and agony.

"__(y/n)!" The black and white haired male clumsily catches you when you start to fall to the ground. Instead of lifting you up, he sits on the floor with you, holding onto you tightly and burying his face in your neck.
Art X Reader

Chapter 1

You let out a small pout when you heard a knock disrupt you from eating your delicious slice of cake. You place down the plate on the table, walking to answer your door. You blink at two unrecognizable pair, noting their slightly formal attire.

"Hello?" You wondered if they went to the wrong apartment.

"Hello, we apologize for disturbing you, __(l/n)-san, but we're from the Yokohama Police Department." The shorter male with lilac hair reveals his police badge as well as his partner. "May we come in?"

"Oh, umm, sure. Please do." You stepped to the side and welcomed them into your home. You quickly went to kitchen and prepared beverages and snacks for your guests. You placed the tray on the table in the living room before settling down on the couch. The boys occupied the chair on both sides of the couch, thanking you for the food.

"Is everything all right? Did something happen?" Panic flashes in your __(e/c) orbs as you think of the worst scenario possible. "Is my family okay?"

"__(l/n)-san, your family is safe. It's actually you that we have to be concerned about." You hear the older male reply.

"Me?"

"Yes. As we stated before, we're from the Yokohama Police Department. My name is Art and this is my partner Gasuke. Have you heard about the recent murder cases around the city?"

"Briefly. I haven't had much time to look into it."

"There has been three bodies found from different areas of Yokohama. While trying to find a connection, we noted that all victims were female, but ranged variously in age. According to the victims' family and friends, none of them knew one another. Their backgrounds had no significant ties with any of them as well. After the third death, there was another link that we overlooked. We didn't consider it much in the beginning, but after further research, we believe we have a clue to preventing the murderer's next move."

"What's the clue then?" You weren't understanding how you were involved.

"They all shared the same name." Gasuke answers. "They were named __(full name). Your name isn't uncommon so that's why we didn't think much of it. But when we looked up the list of all registered persons living in Yokohama with your name, you were the last one. We think someone is trying to come after you."

"M-me? But...I didn't do anything! All I do is spend time with my family and friends and work! Sometimes I'll go to the mall or go on vacations. But I don't remember doing anything terrible to someone."

"We believe you, __(l/n)-san, we have checked your records and everything is clean. Do you perhaps remember someone ever saying anything to you? Or did you happen to see something? How about an ex boyfriend or boyfriend who you had an argument with?"

"No, none of that! Like I said, my life isn't that interesting for someone to want to go after. I'm pretty much boring! Sometimes I feel like I have no social life! I don't even have a boyfriend! Why would someone want to come after me?" You  were fidgeting in your seat, hands on your mouth while trying to figure out why anyone would want to kill you.

"It's all right, __(l/n)-san, we promise nothing will happen to you." Art moves from his seat to beside you, placing a hand on your shoulder to soothe you.

"How?"

"We'll assign a bodyguard to you at all times until the felon is caught. Will you accept?"

"Of course. So, when is my bodyguard going to be here? And who will it be?"

"If you can come to the station with us now, we'll introduce you to him along with the rest of the team who is working on this case."

You agreed easily, trailing behind the duo to the parking lot. Before you reached the white car, your surroundings became blurry and your feet were no longer bearing any weight. You glance down at your waist to find a thick, string-like material coiled around you. Tilting your head up to follow the string, your eyes widened at a man crawling up the side of your apartment building.

He had large spider legs protruding from his spine, the long fibers originating from his palms. He reels you closer to him and you attempt to break free from his binds.

"Perfect match!" He exclaims, holding up a picture after studying your face.

"__(l/n)-san!" Art removes his gun from its holder, aiming at the human spider. He hesitates at firing, seeing how you were also at risk of being hurt.

"Let me go!" You growled, slamming your head against his nose.

"Argh! Stupid woman!" He releases the picture, holding onto his aching face. His eyes catch three more people below, frowning at the increase of his enemies.

"There he is!" You hear a young girl say and watch her point in your direction. "My hamburger."

"Hajime-chan, wait!"

The short female stands below you before bending her knees slightly and jumping at high speed. Yours and your kidnapper's eyes widen at how quickly she was flying to you, her fist suddenly colliding with his jaw. While the pain was registering throughout his body, the strands from his palms become disconnected.

"Kya!"

Before Art runs to where you would land, the boy with bandages on his cheeks and nose disappears from his spot. He materializes behind you, grabbing you tightly before vanishing from your falling location.

"Oi! Hajime-chan! That was dangerous!" You hear him slightly scold at the red eyed girl and you opened your eyes to find you are now standing in front of the two Yokohama police partners.

"Are you all right, __(l/n)-san?" Art attempts to free you from your webbed constraints.

"Surprisingly, yes."

"We're sorry for the trouble." A tall man with glasses helps Art tear the thick strands easily.

"Actually, I'm quite grateful for your arrival." says Art. "I was not expecting a Minimum Holder to be involved."

You hear small mumbles and groans coming from behind and you see the small girl dragging your captor by the back of his sleeve. She drops him in front of Art and Gasuke, holding out her palm to them.

"Hamburger."

"Hajime-chan, you should be apologizing to the pretty girl instead! You almost dropped her."

She turns to you, still exposing her hand and looking up at you with big, red eyes. "Hamburger?"

"You're...hungry?" You laugh sheepishly at her carefree behavior.

"Yes."

"That's not an apology!" Your savior sighs. "Anyway, my name's Nice and the other one is Murasaki. Sorry about Hajime-chan. That guy made her drop her hamburger and she gets quite upset when she can't eat."

"It's fine. You guys did save me so I do owe you."

"That's going to have to wait. We should take you to the station and introduce your bodyguard as well as question this guy." Gasuke interrupts.

"Thanks again for your help. I'll see you later, Nice." Art smiles slightly at the three, leading you to his vehicle. .

--

You were seated in an office with a few other law enforcers scattered around the room. Art was leaning against a desk, looking through a thin set of papers.

"__(l/n)-san, this is the team that is working on your case. I know I mentioned about assigning one of them to you as a bodyguard, but I've decided to make some changes. I will be your guardian instead."

"What? But you can't be in charge of the case and be the bodyguard. Those are two stressful roles." Gasuke argues for the sake of Art's health. He's seen how the young male is when stressed and didn't want him to unfairly burden himself.

"Now that Minimum Holders are involved, I would feel better if I was by __(l/n)'s side. I have more experience with Minimum Holders than with anyone else in the building. I am not saying that I am above everyone, but I wouldn't want my comrades hurt knowing that I could have prevented it. You all still have other tasks to complete, so don't think you're off the mission."

"At least divide the responsibilities for leading the case." The older man was one of the few that could freely speak with Art in this manner. The others were afraid to offend their Superintendent, even though Art was an approachable person. [1]

"I know that I'm not really part of delegating any tasks, but I agree with Gasuke-san. I would feel better if you didn't overwork yourself. If you become too distracted or end up getting sick because of stress, then who's going to help me?" You voiced your concerns and the rest of the team calmly and quietly agreed with you.

"Art, let me be in charge of this. Just focus on keeping __(l/n)-san safe. Trust in me, partner." He smiles slightly, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I guess it can't be helped." Art sighs in defeat, but understands from yours and his coworkers' point of view.

--

"What should I make for dinner today?" you ask yourself, looking through your fridge and cabinets.

"I wonder what Art-kun would like?" You pull out your cell phone from your pocket, searching through your contacts before pressing on Art's name. It has been almost two months since you've gained a bodyguard and there has only been two more incidents of attempted kidnapping.

None of your captors revealed any information, which made it harder to pinpoint their true objective. Everyone was working hard on your case, even Nice offered his assistance and that gesture made you feel a little more safe.

"Hello?" Your bodyguard answers after a series of rings.

"Hi, Art. What do you want for dinner?"

"Dinner? Oh, that's all right, __(l/n)-san, please don't trouble yourself. I'll get something when Gasuke takes over for my break." Art and the others would alternate guard duties to relieve them from working long hours. It would be impossible for Art to continuously watch you during the entire mission.

"C'mon, don't be like that! I would really appreciate it if you come up and have dinner with me or are you trying to say that my cooking sucks?"

"No, of course not, __(l/n)-san. It's just that I'm on duty an-"

"It's not like you're abandoning your responsibilities. You're going to be in the same room as me anyway. Besides, you're starting to look like a stalker."

"S-stalker? Why would you think that?" You could hear his embarrassment and confusion.

"I don't think it, it's my neighbors. You're always parked by my apartment and you barely leave that spot so they've been noticing you and warning me to be careful." You see him glance up at you from his car and you give him a teasing smile and a small wave.

"All right, I'm coming up."

"Great! I'll start getting out the--Ahh!!" As soon as you reenter your home, you see a man slip through the thin crack of your front door.

"__(l/n)-san?! Are you okay? __(l/n)-san!" You are unable to respond to Art, your brain trying to decide where to escape. He was currently blocking the exit and you were too high up to jump from your window. His figure returns to its normal size, taking out a picture and comparing you with it.

"Got you." He smirks before sprinting towards you. You moved to the side to evade him, pushing any furniture objects to delay him. His body unnaturally twists and shifts in different directions to avoid and you're beginning to run out of ideas. You can hear Art banging on the door and shouting your name, tampering with the lock.

You run to your only possible exit route but something encases over your wrist. You are roughly pulled further from where Art is, feeling yourself being dragged towards the balcony.

"Stop! What the hell do you want from me!?" You dropped your weight to the floor.

"You'll find out if you come quietly with me!" His fist smacks your cheek harshly, but it wasn't hard enough to lose your consciousness. You glance at a glass cup on the table nearby and you immediately grab it, suddenly ramming it into your captor's face. The shards break against your palm and his head, piercing through your skin. His grip tightens on your wrist as he fights through the pain, but you repeatedly hit his affected area until his fingers weaken around you.

"Art! I'm opening the door!" In mere seconds, you unlock the door and pull it open, allowing the inspector in.

"Get back here!" You hear the flexible male growl and speed towards your back.

"Get down, __(l/n)-san!" You followed Art's instruction and a loud bang makes your body jolt slightly. You stay in your covered position and move only when you feel someone help you to your feet.

"You're hurt." Art frowns, noting the redness on your cheek and blood on your hand.

"I'm fine. It actually doesn't hurt."

"It will later. Let's get you to the hospital."

"But what about the-" Before you could turn your head, Art carefully faces your towards the door, guiding you outside. He didn't want you to see the body.

"Gasuke and the others will take care of it." Art knew you wouldn't react well to the corpse and wanted to avoid adding more fear in you. After calling the rest of the police force, he brings you to the nearest health facility where you could be properly treated.

"You're right, I'm starting to feel the pain now." You pouted while you and Art were waiting for the discharge papers from the doctor.

"The pain medication he gave you should work in a few minutes." He replies, seeing you alternate hands with the ice pack for your cheek to reduce swelling. With your bandaged hand, it was slightly difficult for you to hold the cold bag. He sits closer beside you, taking the small pouch and gently pressing it against the bruising area.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome." He smiles slightly, mentally reviewing today's incident. "__(l/n)-san, there's something I need to ask of you."

"Sure, what is it?" You glance at the lilac haired man.

"Let's move in together."

"Ehh?!"

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[1] Apparently, Art's the director for the Yokohama Police Department.

hamatora.wikia.com/wiki/Art

[2] I have no idea if that's true or not ^^U
Akashi x Reader x Kuroko
Final: Kuroko x Reader

[Oneshot]

There was that annoying feeling again. The feeling that he got only when he was around you and Kuroko. His heart beats heavily and painfully against his ribcage, now understanding that you were becoming even more unreachable. He watches the boys congratulate the blue phantom and the girls admiring the symbol of Kuroko's commitment and love on your finger.

You and Kuroko invited your friends to your apartment for a party, deciding to surprise the gang of your engagement. You figured it would be easier to gather everyone in one place and announce it there. Akashi knew that you would be difficult to obtain, but now that Kuroko has officially claimed you as his lifelong partner, he truly felt defeated.

Anger.

Envy.

And even heart broken.

He had thought that yours and Kuroko's relationship wouldn't sustain and was waiting for that chance to make you his. The red head didn't think that Kuroko would have enough courage to ask you to marry him. But for the second time he has known him, Kuroko has proven the Emperor wrong again.

Akashi had left slightly early, formulating an excuse that he had an early meeting. He was not lying about a meeting, but the time would be in the afternoon. He fooled you and the others with fake smiles and interest, mingling with his friends in order to conceal his great irritation. He was growing tired of hearing almost every conversation being centered around you and Kuroko's wedding.

Honestly, why were they rejoicing as if you and Kuroko had become one? The wedding was still far away. Who knew what could happen in that time frame?

During his car ride home, his thoughts reflect back on you and your concern for the red head.

"Hey." Akashi hears your voice from behind as you walk to his side to join him on the balcony.

"Hey."

"There's still a lot of food left. Make sure you go back, ne?"

"Of course."

"Ne, Akashi-kun?"

"Yes?" He turns his full attention to you.

"Are you okay? You seem like...something is bothering you?"

"I'm fine and no, nothing is bothering me."

"I know you're lying." You gave him a slightly sad smile. His heart stops from your accurate observation, scolding himself for not being able to lie better to you. He didn't want to uncover his true feelings.

"Ah, you caught me." He chuckles lowly. "I've just been thinking about my work. That's all."

"Really? You don't normally worry about that."

"Well, it's been getting busy and deadlines are coming up, but I know I'll finish in time. Just when it all comes at once is annoying."

"I see. I know you're a great and hard worker, but remember to take a break once in a while, ne?" You knew there had to be something else, but maybe it was too personal for him to talk about. "We're always here for you if you ever needs us."

That encouraging smile, the way your eyes seemed to illuminate slightly from the moon's light, and your caring demeanor made his heart jump out of rhythm.

"I know. I'll make sure to reach out to you."


Only you.

You would be the one to see through him like that. It was only you that knew him possibly more than he knew himself.

--

He was less irritated after a week since your engagement party. Being far from everyone who constantly spoke about your upcoming wedding helped a lot.

Why the hell should he be content with someone stealing his happiness? Was he not the better choice? He would love and cherish you far more than Kuroko would. He could give you everything and anything.

True, Kuroko's career made enough to support the two of you and shower you with a few surprising gifts, but Akashi was much more successful. He could support you through the rest of your lives and even your children. He was always the best in everything; basketball, music, art, shogi, and academics. He is confident that he loves you more than the blue phantom.

Why be with a Prince when you can have an Emperor?

His quiet walk around town was interrupted by a series of barks and the feel of something against his legs. He looks down to find a black and white dog with eyes that reminded him of someone who he didn't wish to see.

"Nigou! That's not nice! You can't just run off like that!"

His eyes look ahead to spot you rushing towards his direction. He carefully contains the dog by holding onto his leash, presenting the rein when you were close enough.

"Akashi-kun, thank you!" You let out a sigh of relief, taking possession of yours and Kuroko's dog. "Sorry, he didn't do anything to you, ne?"

"No, he was simply saying hello." Despite not being fond of his eyes, Akashi still places his palm on Nigou's head.

"That's good."

"Where is Tetsuya?"

"He's visiting his sick aunt. He'll come back in a couple of days."

"You didn't go with him?"

"I would have, but I have a conflict with my work schedule."

"So it's just you?"

"Mhm! And Nigou."

Akashi notices both your hands are not only occupied with a couple bags of grocery, but one of them was also preventing Nigou from randomly running off.

"Let me help you." He offers his assistance, but doesn't let you answer. He takes the bags of groceries, still leaving you in charge of your pet.

"Thank you. I hope I'm not bothering you or anything."

"Stop that. You never bother me. Besides, I have the day off so I was just walking around the area."

"I see. Well, how about I make you dinner? I would feel terrible if I made you bring my groceries to my house and didn't give anything in return."

"You should get your memory checked." He shakes his head slightly. "All the years we have known each other, have I not made it clear that I would do anything for you?"

"I-I just don't want to seem like I'm taking advantage." The way he declared how much he regarded you disrupted your heart's regular rhythm. You knew you both were close and supportive friends, but it sounded something that only Kuroko would say to you.

"I know you aren't that type of person, but if you are offering dinner, then I accept."

"Thanks, Akashi-kun. Well, is there anything in particular you want to eat?"

"Anything is fine."

--

Akashi managed to persuade you to allow him to help you prepare dinner. He knew he wasn't going to be able to sit still in the living room by himself while waiting to be called. He wanted to be right beside you. Akashi wanted to have at least just a few moments of alone time with you. He doesn't get these often anymore since Kuroko claimed you as his.

"You finished cutting the scallions?" He hears you ask.

"Yes. Shall I put them in the pot now?"

"Mhm!" You were stirring a spoon into a side dish, making a sample of the broth before making a bigger portion. You gently tipped the dish towards your mouth, drinking a minimal amount of the extract. Your face immediately scrunched into a displeased look, Akashi chuckling at your amusing yet cute expression.

"I'm guessing the broth isn't ready?"

"Yeck! It taste horrible. I have to redo it."

"I'm sure it isn't that bad." He gently takes your wrist and steals a taste from the side dish. The sudden clash of odd ingredients are quickly rejected by his taste buds. The way he pulled his mouth from the broth and the crumpling of his unsatisfied face made you let out a small laugh.

"Your face was so funny yet adorable! Now, are you sure it doesn't that bad?"

"No. You're right. It tastes awful."

"Told you. Maybe I have to add less salt?" You went back to conjuring a new broth for the soup.

With lots of laughter filling the kitchen, Akashi wondered if this how he would have lived if he was chosen by you. Would his house be suffused with warmth, laughs, and love? Is this what it was like to not wake up alone? To not have any barriers and let his true self have...fun.

"Sorry, Akashi-kun! Watch the pot for a bit? Someone's calling me." You heard your cellphone ringing loudly from the living room. He heard you answer and all thoughts of the life he wished he had was painfully ripped apart by reality.

"Tetsu-kun!"

--

"Hello, __(y/n). How are you?" Kuroko asks, using one hand to towel dry his baby blue hair.

"I'm doing great! Akashi-kun is here. He helped me with the groceries so I offered to make him dinner."

"Ah, is that so? Tell him I said 'hey' as well."

"I will. So, how is oba-chan?"

"She's still very sick. Tomorrow, we're going to bring her to a hospital that specializes in her condition."

"Oh no. I hope she gets better soon."

"I'm sure she will. She just needs lots of rest and proper care. But anyway, what are you having for dinner?"

"We're having some stew."

"Sounds good. I miss your cooking."

"Aw, then I'll make sure to make your favorite when you come back."

"I look forward to it." Kuroko plops himself on the bed, asking how your day was. Although concerned for is ill aunt, it felt strange without you there and so far away. He wished you came, but he didn't want you to compromise your job.

"...and then that's when I met up with Akashi." You finished your accomplishments for today.

"You know, I'm actually jealous."

"Eh? Why?"

"Because Akashi-kun is there with you."

"But...we would never do anything." He sensed your worried tone.

"No, I know. I trust you both and I didn't mean it like that. I meant that he's there with you, but I'm here. I just miss you, that's all."

"Tetsu-kun...I miss you, too. Nigou, too, but I miss you more."

"Woof!" Nigou barks in the background.

"Well, just a couple more days and I'll be home." He said, almost as if trying to encourage himself.

"Mm! And then we can officially start wedding planning. But, I have to go before I burn our dinner. I'll call you later?"

"Yes, I'll be up for a while."

"Okay, so I'll talk to you later. Bye, Tetsu-kun. I love you. Lots."

"Bye, ___(y/n). I love you more."

Before you could argue on who loves who the most, your fiancé had already hung up. He knew you would try to convince him otherwise. You pouted at how you were unable to respond, but you would get him back when he returns.

--

He was jealous of what Kuroko had. He hated how uninteresting and lonely his life was compared to Kuroko's. When you returned to the kitchen and began to set the table, a thought passed his mind.

"__(y/n)."

"Yes?" You carefully placed the glass cups down before looking at your red headed friend.

"Close your eyes."

"Huh?"

"Just do it. Please." You raise a brow at his command, but you knew he wouldn't give you an answer immediately.

"All right." Maybe he had a surprise that he wanted to show you? You wondered the rationale behind blocking your vision, not realizing how much closer his steps were becoming.

Once Akashi was within a certain range in front of you, he tilts his head down, targeting your lips.

"Wait." His half lidded eyes open at your voice. Your eyes were still closed, so he wondered why you stopped him. Did you know his plan?

"You're not going to try to scare me, are you? If you do, I will scream so loud that the neighbors are going to be calling the cops."

"No, of course not."

"Okay," You could feel his fingers gently cup under your chin as he continues to remove the space between the two of you. "I trust you."

Akashi pauses at your short sentence, your words pounding him with guilt.

'I trust you. He mentally repeats what you said. His other self had momentarily taken over, wanting badly to steal you away from Kuroko. At that moment, he didn't care about the consequences. All he cared was making you his Empress, but his conscience and your words managed to snap him from his greediness.

You trusted him. Trusted that he wouldn't do anything against your will. Despite wanting you for himself, he knew it wouldn't make you happy. The happiness you felt around him would never be the same with Kuroko. Only he could bring out your true smiles. Only he could make your heart thump with excitement.  

Akashi releases your chin as he returns the distance between you two. He knew he had to come up with an excuse for his actions, so he ran his fingers through your hair once.

"Okay, you can open them."

You blink a couple of times before looking at him, tilting your head to the side.

"I don't get it? What happened?"

"There was something in your hair." He lies.

"Really, what was it?"

"Just an insect."

"Eh!? A bug? What was it? Where is it? Is it still there?" You panicked.

"It's only a joke." He chuckles, trying to suppress his dejected mood. "It was lint from your sweater."

"Oh, okay." you sighed out of relief. "Anyway, let's eat?"

"Yes, let's." Akashi forces himself to pretend that he wasn't feeling torn into pieces.

--

"Ne, Akashi-kun, can you please give this to __(y/n)-chan? I have to see if the bridesmaids need any help." A cold water bottle is placed in his hand before he could give an answer. The pink haired female rushes off to where the rest of the girls were gathered, leaving Akashi to check up on you.

The successful business man knocks on the door of the bride's room, entering when permitted. He sees you give him a nervous smile, the red head handing the water bottle when you meet in the middle of the room.

"Thanks." You twist the cap off, taking a few sips before placing it down. You let out a loud sigh, walking around the room, glancing at the mirror, and even looking out the window.

"What's wrong?" He could feel your waves of anxiety crush him.

"I'm really scared, Akashi-kun."

"Why? The preparations are done. All there is left is to wait for the guests."

"I know, but, that's not it."

"Oh?" Were you having second thoughts? If so, he was ready to sweep you away and take you to where no one would bother the both of you.

"What if...what if Tetsu-kun changes his mind?"

'This is your chance. She isn't wrong. What if Tetsuya decides that the marriage life was not what he expected? If you agree with her, you could prove how worthy you are.'

He quickly banishes any tempting thoughts, closing his eyes to concentrate on a much better answer.

"He won't. Trust me."

"How do you know? I mean, marriage is for life! We'll be together for...well, forever! I don't mind, but what if he ends up not liking it? What if he falls in love with someone better? Or what if I fail as a wife? What if-"

"__(y/n), please calm down. You're going to make your anxiety worse." He places his hands on your shoulders to ease your concerns.

"Tetsuya loves you very much. He loves you so much that you were the one he asked to be his wife. If he didn't, why would he waste his time on this ceremony? You and I both know that Tetsuya is a very honest man. He would never play with your feelings that way. I can tell by the way he looks at you and the way he acts around you is different. It may not be obviously noticeable, but he isn't afraid to let his emotions go around you. There is no wall or barrier. Not only through his actions does he prove his love for you, but also verbally. You might not know it, but Tetsuya talks about you frequently when he is with us. All good things, I promise."

"He...does?" The worry that attacked you was beginning to wash away.

"Yes. __(y/n), do not doubt yourself. You are a beautiful, kind, and intelligent woman. Tetsuya is a very lucky man. I envy him. If he had not made a move, it would be you and I standing at that altar." He smiles sadly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Eh?" Why did that comment make your heart stop suddenly?

"I'm just proving my point that any man would want to make you his wife."

"Thanks, Akashi-kun. This is a new experience for me so I'm not sure exactly on what to think or how to act."

"Just be yourself and be happy. That's all that matters. You'll have Tetsuya by your side so you aren't alone."

'You also have me...always have and always will.'  He kept the comment to himself when he notes the smile on your face at the name of your soon to be husband.

"You're right. Tetsu-kun is with me and I'm with him. Thank you so much, Akashi-kun. I feel a lot better."

"I'm glad." He sees that there is only a few minutes until the ceremony began and he carefully pulls you into an embrace.

"Oh! Umm..." You were caught off guard, but you transferred the bouquet of flowers carefully in one hand and your free arm wrapped around his torso. "Akashi-kun?"

You received silence as a response, Akashi holding you just a bit tighter. He knew that things would only continue to change between the two of you. Not that you would cease your friendship with the Emperor, but your lives will be different. He knows he won't see you as frequently since you'll be busy creating your own family.

"I'm happy for you." The red head finally replies then releases his hold. "Anyway, it's time. Are you ready?"

You dismiss any questions you had about Akashi's sudden hug and assumed it to be a friendly and encouraging embrace. Akashi moves to where he is suppose to be, leaving you with Momoi and the other bridesmaids.

The service felt long and painful to the Emperor. When you finally became Mrs. __(f/n) Kuroko, no amount of preparation soothed his breaking heart. Akashi knew you didn't love him as he loved you, but it still hurt.

--

"One more kiss?" you asked cutely, still craving Kuroko's taste even after you have sealed your promise to be his forever.

"Of course. I will give you as many as you like." Kuroko smiles happily, initiating another kiss to his lovely wife. Although he kept his mouth pressed against yours for a few seconds longer, he remembered that there was an audience waiting for the two of you to exit first.

"I love you." Kuroko plants a kiss on your cheek as you both walk down the aisle and towards the doors.

"I love you, too." Your face was glowing with pink and happiness, never having felt your entire being swell with so much positivity.

--

Akashi claps with the rest of the group after you and Kuroko share your first kiss as husband and wife. His face is kept neutral, trying to generate a smile on his lips. But it was hard to be happy when he is watching what was suppose to be his life with you be spent with another man.

As he turns to follow the crowd where you and Kuroko were, he catches his reflection in one of the windows. Akashi stares at himself, expecting to see crimson irises peering back at him, but instead, gold has dominated to his left eye once again.

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vocaloidsrcool Featured By Owner Aug 24, 2015
Please check out my friend's story~ It's really good! 

Story: www.quotev.com/story/6659210/W…
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Thank you for accepting me hehe
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No problem! We will accept any KnB fan~ :iconmoemoe-desu:
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Thank you for the fav!!
(and wow that akashi x r/c x kuroko is beautiful)
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Thank you so much! <3 and you're welcome. 
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Your fics are really beautiful, I love how you tell stories, it's just that I can visualize everything perfectly, :heart:
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Thank you so much! You're so sweet <3
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You're very welcome, don't ever get tired of writing, :hug:
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Hey, girl, help me out! After a strange turn of events, I will also be cosplaying Akashi during the upcoming convention (since my group has no Akashi and didn't tell me before). Well, the catch here is, they said we are doing casual wear. Are there any official pictures of Akashi in casual clothing? If not, well, any help with something that would fit his character as my to-be group said, would be awesome!

Since you're such a fan of him, I thought you might know. >___<
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