Chapter 7: Declaration of War
When morning rolled around, Kuroko was challenged with extreme pain. He made a small nest from surrounding quilts and pillows. Kuroko could barely move, the immense pain was spreading from his still tender anus. He realized the delectable events occurred had been his first time. Akashi had promised his wife a family when he had matured into an adult, one who is capable of standing beside him as the wife of the devil master. Kuroko recalled the events had occurred late last night. It was a series of bizarre events which he swore could have been ripped off from a fantasy storybook, had he been human experiencing for the first time. Kuroko knew better. His memories returned, the inconceivable of his nightmares had transformed into realty. This is reality, Kuroko told himself.
Akashi had smiled lovingly at the sight of his wife wandering into a world of his own, debating on the dilemmas of situations. Akashi made himself clear that his wife has returned to him. Those days of miserabilism were over. No more delusions. Kuroko found himself gazing over the entrance with one eye, another still focused in his deep thoughts. The sight of Akashi standing still at the entrance with a cup of cocoa had startled Kuroko.
"Sei-kun, why are you standing there?" Kuroko had asked. It had felt like the past three years he spent in Seirin was a dream.
"Good morning, Tetsuya. How do you feel?" Akashi had smirked.
Akashi settled his cup on the wooden elegant bedside table adorned with carvings made by a famous artist, flumped himself on the king-sized bed next to Kuroko. Akashi chuckled at the sight of Kuroko's handmade nest. "Is your body okay?"
Kuroko had scowled at his husband. "You came inside me? What are you going to do if something bad happens, Sei-kun?"
"Like what, Tetsuya? Getting you pregnant?" Akashi had teased his dear wife. "That's my plan though."
Kuroko had blushed, the faint tint of erubescent was unobtrusive to the sharp eyes of his husband, the almighty Akashi Seijuurou. Such a man who possess the astute, sagacious and discerning abilities to sovereign the lands of Teiko was just plain man possessing mediocrity qualities before his wife. Kuroko had stared at Akashi. The unbelievable words coming from the mouth of the great Akashi Seijuurou was inconceivable.
"Sei-kun, have Kise reported to you yet?" Kuroko had questioned Akashi, tugging and wrapping his quilts warmer around himself, a typical tendency of an omega after a sex intercourse. "There are important things you must be aware of. Teiko is in danger."
Akashi had sighed. "That is what I have thought. If the child is born, I'll protect the both of you with my life. You're my wife. There will be a time you will give birth to my child." He twined his arms around Kuroko's delicate waist, and planted a small peck on Kuroko's right cheek. "But first, you need a shower. We'll talk about that later."
Kuroko had scowled. "I can't move. I'm aching all over. Whose fault is this?" The words were laced with evidence of sarcasm.
Akashi had chuckled. "I am the only one who is allowed to do this to you, Tetsuya. Let me compensate and bring you to the bath." He carried Kuroko in a bridal style, their chambermaids overzealously worried about the couple. Akashi had dismissed them, claiming their services are not needed. The chambermaids have bowed in respect, retreating and resuming to their duties.
Kuroko had frowned at his husband. "I don't care if you dismissed those chambermaids. But what is the overlord of Teiko doing following me into the bath?" Kuroko scoffed. If the people could have seen the rare sight of their king, he wondered the reactions of their people would have displayed. It was outrageous.
"To help you to bath, of course." Was Akashi's curt reply. Kuroko felt he could crash into the wall and spare him of his husband's cringing behavior. Kuroko sighed at his perplexity, surrendering his resistance towards his husband, allowing him clean his body to the best of his contentment and satisfaction.
It was already midday by the time Kuroko was bathed and dressed in Akashi's carefully chosen kimono. Akashi noted that his hair had grown longer since he left Teiko three years ago. "I like it this way. You're forbidden from cutting it, Tetsuya." Akashi had decorated Kuroko's hair with hair ornaments of the Akashi family. Akashi was complacent with his handiwork. They walked down the long hallways, made their way into the Throne Room where the miracles and an addition of Kagami Taiga were patiently waiting.
"Where are they?" Kagami had questioned furiously for the fifth time that morning. "How long are they gonna make us wait? The fuck that damn Kuroko is doing?!" Kagami was forced into a traipse into the Throne Room, and to find the agenda of today's topic was late.
"Well, considering what have happened last night, I wouldn't be surprised." Midorima had sighed, adjusting his metal glasses. The miracles had realized Akashi's obsession towards the boy named Kuroko Tetsuya. Akashi would never let it go a second time.
The doors opened, the devil master and his respected wife strided into the Throne Room. Akashi had his own hands clasped gently over Kuroko's own hands; another was tightly wrapped around Kuroko's waist. Kuroko was guided step by step, into the Throne Room. Akashi had settled Kuroko comfortably on the Queen's throne, next to Akashi, completing the round table. Kuroko had often protested against Akashi, claiming there was no need for chains and chokers, these were constraints served to restrict and limit the extent of freedom and liberations. Akashi had refused. Chances of that Kuroko experiences the perplexity in walking, Akashi would succour in chaperoning Kuroko. Chambermaids were hired to accommodate to Kuroko's needs when Akashi is unavailable or away for businesses.
"Did you guys have fun last night?" Aomine shamelessly teased, an evident smirk on his face.
Kuroko's faint tint of rubescent was evident on his pale skin, hiding and shying away behind his husband. "I don't know what you are talking about, Aomine-kun."
"Hah. Such lies. I bet you two were late because you couldn't move at all since morning because of Akashi. And Akashi dismissed the chambermaids, decided to bath and dress you himself." Aomine smirk. "I'm right, aren't I? You can't lie, Kuroko-sama. Your hormones are telling us you just had sex. You smell of Akashi. And your neck is full of hickeys."
Kagami was extremely perplexed at the sight of Kuroko's accepting nature towards the man he saw as the enemy of Seirin. Kagami had banged the table in frustration. Kuroko had refused to contemplate right into Kagami's gaze. Kagami had clicked his tongue. "Kuroko, you bastard. What are you thinking? Becoming a devil's pet?" Kuroko did nothing. No resistance. No denial. No protests. Just embracing his fate. "Did you truly believe the stories of these people?"
Aomine had banged Kagami's head hard into the wooden table. "Shut up, bastard. No one here would lie, and especially not in front of Akashi. If you get it, now shut up."
Kuroko had flicked a pebble he had found on the ground right on Kagami's forehead across the table. "Calm down, Kagami-kun. This is not the time to fight. We have important things to report."
Kagami folded his arms and clicked his tongue. "You have a lot of explaining to do, stupid Kuroko. I'll let it off this time." He rubbed his stinging forehead where Kuroko had hit him with a pebble.
Calming Kagami's stormy anger, Akashi resumed the agenda he had gathered the miracles, and an addition of Kagami. "Kise, please report." Kise had nodded, unfolding his papers he had prepared for Akashi.
"The war is coming."
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