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The rest of that day was utter hell. No matter where you went, or what you did, you could not shake off Kuroko. He was stuck to you like glue. You currently sat down with Satsuki, eating lunch on the rooftop. Kuroko sat off on his own, a few metres away. You took a bite of the rice ball your mother had packed for you, glancing at him through the corner of your eye, seeing he was looking directly at you. You froze, staring in fright before turning back to your rice ball. Unfortunately, Satsuki had noticed the little exchange, nudging you with her elbow.

“Hey, is it just me, or does the transfer student have a crush on you?” she whispered, nudging you more with her elbow. You gave her an instant unamused look.

“It’s just you…” you replied, earning a pout from her as she put her food down in her lunch box, turning and gently whacking your arm and shoulder. You sighed, used to her behavior.

“You’re a meanie [___]!” she whined, pretending to cry as she continued scolding you. You merely returned to eating your rice ball, trying to ignore both Satsuki and Kuroko.

“[___]! There you are! The teacher asked me to tell you this. She needs you to go down to the storage room and help her search through some stuff” stated a green haired boy with glasses.

“Ah, Midorima!” Satsuki exclaimed, smiling up at him happily. You nodded in response, stuffing the last of the rice ball into your mouth and handed your lunch box to Satsuki.

“Here, you can have the rest Satsuki. See you in a bit!” you stated, jumping up from your seat and beginning to jog away. This was your chance to lose Kuroko! If he left now, the others would get suspicious at the timing, and if you ran, he would get lost hopefully. He was a new student, so hopefully he didn’t know where the storage room was. Finally arriving at the door, you grabbed your student ID card, swiping it through the lock to see ‘declined’ appear on the monitor. What? That was strange. Did someone change the code? Pressing the button, you opened the dial pad and typed in a bunch of random numbers. Or at least, anyone else would think they were random, but to you it was a strict code of numbers. Your grandfather and mother had trained you since you were little to be a skilled thief. The monitor displayed ‘accepted’ and the door opened. You sighed in relief, smiling up at the door, but your relief was short lived. You felt a presence behind you, making you twirl around and gasp in fright.

“K-Kuroko!? D-Did you see that!?” you exclaimed, babbling and unaware of what you just said. He remained stoic, standing there.

“See what?” he asked, trying to sound confused. You sighed in relief, smiling at him.

“N-Nothing. Anyway, what’re you doing here? Midorima just said the teacher wanted to see me” you asked, seeing him walk into the storage room and look around.

“I thought it would be a good chance to see more of the school” he explained, turning to smile at you as you entered, looking around as well. Something felt wrong. Wait, where was the teacher?

“Hm? Where’s Miss Riko? She was supposed to be here” you asked, looking around curiously before the door to the storage room suddenly slammed shut, the lock beeping a few times. You gasped, rushing to the door and attempting to grab the edge. Kuroko did the same, grabbing the other edge and you both began to pull, attempting to pry the doors open.

“It’s no use! The door is automatically locked” Kuroko stated, pulling away from the door and looking down at his red hands. You frowned, looking at the dial pad. You opened it before, maybe you could do it again. Pressing the button to open it, you typed in the same code only to get ‘declined’ this time. What? Who changed the code again? You tried a few more times with other codes, only to get ‘declined’ each time. What were you going to do now? If you were locked in here all day, you wouldn’t be able to go to the Royal Museum and steal the Dragon Statue. Kuroko slumped against the wall, sitting down and sighed to himself.

“It’s not going to work. If it didn’t work the first few times, it must mean they’re changing the password network. The password is resetting itself every few minutes” Kuroko explained, making you pull away to look at him. This was bad. You’d just gotten a warning about being alone with this boy, and now here you were, alone with him. You had to get out! Gripping your hand into a fist, you slammed it against the door a few times.

“Hello! Anyone! We’re stuck in here!” you yelled at the top of your lungs, awaiting a form of response but didn’t get anything. You paused, waiting a bit more before whacking the door a few more times.

“Hello! Anyone! Can you hear me!?” you shouted, falling silent as there was no response again.

“No one’s going to answer. Everyone’s off at lunch, so no one’s around” Kuroko answered, making you turn to look at him in disbelief. He had only been here for half a day, how the heck did he know all that already? You really were in trouble, this guy was dangerous. Kuroko remained silent, staring down at the ground before he turned to give you a small smile.

“What’s the matter? Are you afraid to be alone with me?” he asked, almost in a taunt. You gasped silently, backing up a step.

“W-What? Why on earth would I be afraid of the new transfer student? Besides the fact that he seems to be stalking me?” you replied, pausing when you realized how snarky you sounded. You hadn’t meant to come off as rude, maybe the pressure of today had been too much for you. But Kuroko lowered his head again, looking a little sad.

“I don’t mean to… I’m sorry…” Kuroko apologised, making a pang of guilt run through your stomach. Great, now you looked like the bad guy. Kuroko looked up at the roof, his eyes seeming to be lost in fond thought. You’d never seen this look on him before. He looked almost… peaceful? Serene?

“Um… I’m sorry as well. I didn’t mean it like that. I’ve been through a lot of stress lately and I took it out on you” you apologised, scratching at the back of your head. Kuroko smiled gently at you, shaking his head.

“No, I understand. I was acting odd too. Seen as we’re gonna be stuck here for a bit, why don’t we talk about ourselves?” Kuroko suggested, patting at the spot beside him on the floor. You were a little iffy about sitting next to the boy you were supposed to stay away from, but there was no point in standing the whole time. You walked the few steps, sitting down beside him as you looked up at the roof.

“What’s there to say? I don’t have a very interesting story. I come from a family of my mother and grandfather” you started, piquing Kuroko’s interest already.

“Where’s your father?” he asked curiously. You smiled sadly, looking down at your knees.

“I haven’t seen him since I was 4. He went off exploring the world, looking at priceless pieces of art in museums. He sends occasional letters, but lately they’ve gotten scarce. My mother practically raised me by herself, except for my grandfather’s occasional nosy input” you answered, giggling at your own little joke. Kuroko smiled kindly at you before looking down at his own knees sadly.

“Must be nice… Having a family I mean… I don’t know anyone from my family. I’m an orphan…” he started, making you look at him in shock. If he was an orphan, how was he the Chief of Police?

“No family…? That’s awful…!” you gasped, listening to him as he lifted his head to gaze up at the roof.

“It’s not too bad… I had art to keep me occupied and I was adopted by a very nice man. Would you believe me if I said I’ve actually finished school, university and gotten a job as the Chief of Police?” he stated, turning to give you a small smirk. This must’ve been a test. You had to feign shock. You gasped loudly, backing away from him as you gave him a look of pure disbelief.

“What?! H-How is that even possible!? You’re here now!” you exclaimed, continuing to feign shock. He chuckled to himself.

“I wanted to see what it was like to be a normal high school kid, going to school and stuff” he replied, standing from his spot on the floor and walking up to a painting in the room. You watched him, hoping your performance had sufficed for him to stop suspecting you.

“Do you paint?” he asked, turning to smile kindly at you. You smiled a little back, pushing yourself up off the floor until you stood on your feet.

“A little. I’m not very good though, I can mostly paint flowers” you replied truthfully, scratching at your cheek awkwardly. Kuroko chuckled, seeming amused.

“Gotta start somewhere. I loved painting… It saved me from my depression after losing my parents. I would’ve been lost without it. This painting is beautiful” Kuroko stated, turning to look at the painting in front of him. You tilted your head curiously, walking up to the painting as standing beside him.

“It is. It’s called ‘The Freedom Revolution’. Really? I don’t see any protestors or pitchforks…” you said, observing and questioning the painting. Kuroko looked at you, puzzled before bursting into small chuckles.

“It’s not that kind of revolution” he replied, making you look up at him. He seemed to know a lot about art. Maybe that’s why he was the head chief of the ‘Phantom Thief’ case?

“Alright then Mr Smarty Pants. What kind of revolution is it?” you asked, frowning, almost pouting. Kuroko chuckled a little more before clearing his throat.

“It’s difficult to explain. The picture is that of an angel in the sky correct?” he explained, pointing to the angel which was the main centerpiece of the painting. You nodded, issuing for him to continue.

“The angel’s wings are chained around the base, and there are chains all along its limbs, but the chains further up near the tips of the wings and end of the joints are broken or in the process of shattering. That’s what it means by freedom revolution. The angel is breaking free of the chains that bound it” Kuroko explained, watching you as your eyes widened and lit up at his words. You got it now. You gasped silently, finally seeing the meaning of the title. You turned, flashing Kuroko a bright, radiant smile.

“I get it now! Thanks! You sure know a lot about art!” you exclaimed, swearing for a second you saw Kuroko’s cheeks tinge pink before he looked away.

“It’s nothing. If you want… I could tell you more about art another day…?” Kuroko suggested, turning to glance at you as you continued to beam happily. You nodded your head dramatically, ecstatic.

“Yeah! Definitely!” you exclaimed, smiling radiantly before you heard a click at the door. You gasped, turning to see your teacher, Aida Riko enter and look at the two of you in confusion.

“[___]? Kuroko? What’re you two doing in here?” she asked, looking at the door in confusion. You raised a brow, looking at Kuroko before walking up to her.

“Midorima told me that you told him you wanted my help in here” you explained, seeing her eyes widen.

“What? I said for the end of the day, not now…” she replied, rubbing the back of her neck.

“We came in here but then we got locked in here… Thank you Miss Riko for letting us out” Kuroko finished explaining, walking up to the two of you and bowing to Riko in thanks. You followed suit and bowed as well.

“Ah, so that’s what happened. Meet me here ten minutes before class finishes, and help me out in here [___], but for now, you two better go to class” she stated, stepping aside and letting you both leave the room. You breathed a sigh of relief, turning to smile at Kuroko. He flashed a small smile back.

“Well, despite being trapped, I enjoyed that. It was nice talking to someone” Kuroko stated, shoving his hands into his pockets. You nodded in agreement.

“Yeah. Sorry I got the wrong impression earlier. It kinda seemed like you were stalking me, but now I think you were just desperate for a friend” you replied, knowing it to be a half truth. You knew he really was stalking you, desperate to find evidence of you being the ‘Phantom Thief’ but you had to feign ignorance.

“Well, we should do as Miss Riko said and head to class” Kuroko suggested, beginning to lead the way to your next class. You followed suit.

Later that night, you jumped up onto the roof of the Royal Museum. Target locked on. Peering through the window on the roof, you looked around the room for signs of anyone in the place. Damn, there were cops sprawled everywhere in the place! Looks like you’d have to take another tactic. Jumping lightly to the other end of the roof, you slid off the edge and landed lightly on your feet. A cop had been standing guard there, spotting your descent as he flashed his light on you.

“Hey! What’re you…!?” he started to yell, reaching for his intercom but you were quicker. You jumped at him, grabbing his mouth and pinned him from behind. Smacking the back of his neck, you knocked him out and began to drag him away. Once you’d undressed him and tied him to the tree securely, you dressed in his uniform, hiding your hair up in the hat. Disguise complete. Walking up to the entrance, you strolled in until you reached the target room. Now to feign injury. Grabbing your arm and making it look like you’d been hurt, you limped into the room.

“Damnit! She’s late!” Detective Aomine cursed, looking around desperately.

“Detective!” you called out, seeing him turn to look at you irritably before his eyes widened.

“She appears to have snuck in though the back entrance!” you lied, seeing him growl in fury.

“The back entrance!? Alright, everyone move there now!” he yelled, ordering everyone in there. You watched them leave before smirking and turning to your target. Couldn’t the detectives put up more of a fight than this? Walking up to the Dragon Statues, you smiled. Your joy was short lived though. Footsteps alerted you to a presence, making you turn around to see someone walking into the room. You silently gasped when you saw it was Kuroko. He smiled gently, walking up to you.

“Nice to meet you infamous Phantom Thief. Or I would say, cause we’ve met before” he greeted, suddenly frowning darkly. You backed up a step. This was bad. If he got any closer he’d find out who you were! He took another step forward before his eyes suddenly widened and he staggered, clutching at his chest. Kuroko? Was he okay? You couldn’t speak though, he’d recognize your voice! You watched helplessly as Kuroko collapsed to his knees, now clutching around himself as if he were trying to claw at his back and sides. He grunted, letting out cries of pain. You couldn’t take much more of this. Just as you were about to run to Kuroko he suddenly let out a scream of agony and you watched in shock as a large white angel wing burst out his back, ripping up the back of his shirt as it unfurled itself, another following suit. What the…!? Why did Kuroko suddenly grow wings!? White feathers began to dance around the room, swirling in a mini tornado. You grabbed your hat, securing it to your head to hide your identity. As the feathers calmed down, Kuroko lifted his head, but he looked completely different now. He looked like an 18 year old boy now, with bright, blood red hair. Was this even still Kuroko? You watched in shock as he opened his eyes, revealing one to be blood red and the other brilliant gold. He smirked at your reaction as he stood to his feet.

“Greetings. I’m sure you are unaware of our connection little Mouse, so I’ll explain. I’m Akashi, your other half” he explained, his voice now sounding like a mature, robust tone compared to Kuroko’s higher pitched, unrefined voice. And what did he mean other half?

‘He means me’ answered a voice that sounded like that of silver bells. It was soft, yet powerful. Where did it come from? You looked around in confusion before pausing as you heard the self-proclaimed Akashi chuckle.

“Is she talking to you? She’s the source of your powers and my other half. We are two sides of the same coin, the two halves of the artwork that cursed both out families” he explained, smirking. You blinked, looking down at your chest. She was inside you?

‘It’s true. Sorry, but will you let me take over?’ asked the voice and suddenly your vision blacked out. When your vision returned, you could see Akashi talking with someone else. The hat came flying off of the uniformed figure which you realized was supposed to be you, but when you expected your hair to come flying out, it was replaced with waist length blonde hair. Your body also looked different, taller, and more mature. Akashi smirked, pulling out a white feather as he took a step closer.

“It’s been a while Little Mouse” he stated, earning a small smirk from her in return.

“Not long enough Akashi” she replied, pulling out a jet black feather in return. Tension was high and you could sense a potential fight in the air. Just what on earth was going on exactly?
(Cursed)Kuroko x (PhantomThief)Reader - chapter 2
Here's chapter 2 of my new KNB x reader series. I tried to add a little more character development and comedy to this one. Things will start getting more dramatic later on.


chapter 1 -…
This was getting to be too easy. Jumping up onto the pedestal, you looked around before reaching down and taking the priceless jewel off its cushion. You only had a few seconds, so you placed down the stone to replace the jewel and looked up at the open window which was to be your escape. These fools had no idea who they were messing with! Jumping up in one graceful leap, you grabbed the edge of the window and flipped yourself up onto the roof. Mission accomplished, you had the jewel and now you were heading home to a bowl of Mum’s nice warm soup. Rising to your feet, you began running before leaping to the tree beside the building.

“Where is she? She’s late!” you heard the commander of the police force yell to his soldiers.

“Detective! The jewel’s gone! It’s been replaced with this large rock!” a soldier suddenly reported from the window of the treasure room, alerting all the officers.

“What was that!? Damn that witch!” the commander yelled, clutching his torch tightly in his hands. You smirked, giggling to yourself. It was a thousand years too early for them to catch you. After all, you weren’t called the Legendary Phantom Thief for nothing. Although you weren’t always the Legendary Phantom Thief. And this wasn’t an easy job either, playing the bad guy but actually being the good guy. Your train of thought stopped though when you saw a car pull up and a boy exited. He had light blue hair, but you couldn’t make out anything else from your angle. He appeared to be not much older than you though.

“Detective… I heard she got away from you again” the boy stated, his voice almost monotone. The detective jumped, turning to look at him.

“Chief Kuroko, I’m so sorry. She outsmarted us again!” the detective apologised. The boy only gave a small huff of a chuckle.

“That’s not surprising Detective Aomine” Chief Kuroko replied, earning more shouts of insults from Detective Aomine. This guy was hilarious, but how the heck did he become chief at such a young age? Never mind, you had to get home, quick! You could report the stuff you saw when you got back home. Turning, you prepared to leap to the next tree when you saw Chief Kuroko turn suddenly to look at you. You gasped silently, freezing to the spot when you spotted equally blue eyes glaring daggers into you. You felt a sudden sense of dread and almost fear flow through you, making a cold sweat form on your neck. You had to get out of here, quick! Shaking the thought away, you leaped to the next tree, then to the next, rushing to get home as quickly as possible.

Landing in front of the door of your house, you opened the door and entered. Walking up to the kitchen, you opened the door and sighed tiredly.

“I’m home…” you muttered, gasping in shock as your mother came running up to you, embracing you into a tight hug.

“You made it home honey! I’m so proud of you, living in my footsteps!” she exclaimed. You sighed, tired of the nonsense your family put you through.

“Did you get the jewel [___]?” asked a croaky voice as you glance from your mother’s chest to the couch where your grandfather was sitting. You nodded, pulling up the jewel and tossing it to him. He caught it with ease, pulling it closer to study it. Wriggling from your mother’s arms, you walked up to the couch and stood beside him.

“Is it infected?” you asked curiously. Your grandfather continued to study the jewel before letting out a croaky sound of approval. He nodded, waving a hand for you to come closer. You did as he said, leaning forward to look at the jewel.

“See this small flame of black in it? That’s the darkness of a soul infected in it. If it had been allowed to continue, the soul inside would’ve become even more tainted and infected, making the museum dangerous. If the taint became too much for the jewel, it would seep out into the air and infect people who walked past or stopped to admire the jewel, and then people would begin getting sick for no reason, with no cure. It’s a good thing we spotted this when we did” your grandfather explained, pointing out the small black flame. It was hard to believe such a small thing could be so dangerous, or get so deadly. But your grandfather was correct though, the taint was deadly and had no cure. You pulled away from the jewel, looking down at your grandfather as he placed the jewel in the special seal case he had prepared on the table.

“Do you remember everything we taught you about the taint?” your mother asked, walking up to you, her face serious for once in her life. You nodded.

“All artworks, whether they be paintings, jewels, statues, etc. have souls inside them. Those souls can become tainted, by many different means. Supernatural means, loneliness from not being viewed or appreciated by people, or could be born with a tainted soul from the beginning. That taint can be deadly once it’s grown past the artwork’s capacity” you recited, having heard this a thousand times in your life already. Your mother nodded in approval, sitting down and looked down at the jewel with a frown.

“Should we seal it Dad?” she asked, looking up at your grandfather. He looked up at her as well and nodded.

“We need to perform a purification ceremony on it first, then we seal it to prevent anymore taint from entering to corrupt it again” he stated, standing up painfully from his chair. Your mother stood as well, taking the container and began to make the decent down the stairs to the basement. You walked to your grandfather’s side, helping him down the many steps until you both reached the basement. He nodded in thanks, walking to the coat stand and took his black cloak. He stood around the case as your mother did the same in her coat, both holding staffs in their hands.

“Oh spirits of heaven and hell, hear this chant and grant us with your powers!” your mother began, holding her staff up high.

“We who beseech you require your powers. Give us the strength to remove the taint and restore the soul to purity!” your grandfather continued, holding his staff up as well.

“Protect humanity and remove taint!” they concluded, linking their staffs up above the case, an explosion of black feathers surging from the case and swirling around the room. You gasped, mesmerized by it every time. The black feathers were beautiful as they floated, twirled and danced around the room. Finally there was a flash of light and everything remained still. Your mother removed her cloak, turning to smile at you.

“That should do it. The taint’s gone, but it’s too soon to return it back to the authorities. It’ll have to remain here for a while” she explained, smiling gently. Your grandfather removed his cloak as well, both of them walking up to you.

“Oh, that reminds me! Mum, Grandpa! I noticed something new and strange when I was stealing the jewel tonight” you stated, seeing the both of them give each other confused expressions.

“What was it honey?” your mother asked.

“Well, I’d stolen the jewel and was on a tree outside the museum. Detective Aomine was there, like usual. But then a car pulled up and a young boy, not much older than me came out! What was even stranger was that they called him Chief. As in the Chief of Police! How did a boy that young become Chief?” you explained, seeing the both of them blink in confusion.

“Tell me, do you remember this boy’s name?” your grandfather asked, suddenly grabbing your arm and forcing you to face him. You instantly retracted, attempting to retain space between the two of you. You liked your personal space.

“His name? Um… It’s was… They called him Chief Kuroko” you stated, hearing your grandfather gasp, letting you go and pacing away in thought. You watched him in confusion.

“Grandpa?” you asked, tilting your head.

“Dad? Is it…?” your mother asked, clearly knowing something you didn’t know.

“What is it? Tell me, I think I have a right to know! Seen as you kinda dragged me into this Phantom Thief stuff!” you demanded, turning to look at your mother in determination. She hesitated, looking to your grandfather for approval. He nodded.

“She’s right. She has a right to know. Listen [___], you know our backstory, right?” your grandfather stated, walking to you and standing before you.

“Yeah, the [____] family has been Phantom Thieves for generations. It’s a curse on our family as the first member attempted to steal a piece of artwork from a famous family. He was found however and a scuffle broke out. The piece was damaged during the scuffle and the soul of the artwork was shattered. The soul cursed our family with inhuman abilities that activate on our fifteenth birthday. The only way these abilities disappear is when we find our sacred one, the one we are destined to be with, and share a kiss, true loves kiss” you stated, recapping the story you’d been told for years. He nodded in approval, folding his arms over his chest.

“That’s correct, but it’s only half the story. There’s more to that story. The family we tried to steal from was also cursed. That shattered soul had to go somewhere, and it went into the body of the leader of that family. Now, every generation is cursed by that soul, the curse activates on their fifteenth birthday as well. Theirs lasts until we are able to purify the soul out of them. That family is… the Kuroko family” he explained, earning a gasp from you. That boy was from the family that had owned the artwork that cursed your family? And what was worse, he was cursed as well?

“Well, that’s enough excitement for now! It’s time for bed” your mother suddenly stated, giggling happily as she began to drag you out the basement.

“W-Wait! Mum! Grandpa! What is the curse on the Kuroko family, and how am I supposed to purify him?!” you exclaimed, but received no answer as you were pushed up and into your room. You turned to look at the door, seeing your mother wave and smile at you.

“Good night honey. Sleep well” she stated, giggling before closing the door. You sighed in exasperation, walking to your bed and collapsing back against it. This was a new development for you. You knew about all the other stuff, like having to find your soul mate, but now you also had to purify this Chief Kuroko guy? How the heck were you going to be able to get close and purify the man who was trying to arrest you? Rolling onto your side, you sighed again before you suddenly felt his blue, piercing eyes gazing into you. You gasped, sitting up quickly and looked around, but there was no one else in sight. That was weird… You could’ve sworn you were being watched, must’ve just been your imagination. Or maybe his blue, cold eyes were just stuck in your memory.

“I’ll think more on it tomorrow…” you stated, standing and began to change into your pajamas, flopping onto your bed, ducking under the covers. Rolling to your side, you closed your eyes and forced sleep to come.


By the time morning arrived, you sat up and rubbed your eyes sleepily.

“Breakfast’s ready [___]! Come get it!” your mother yelled from the bottom floor, sounding like she was in a chipper mood. You shrugged the covers aside, shakily standing and walked to the mirror. Your hair was a complete frizz mess, but you didn’t care. Stumbling down the steps like a zombie, you saw your mother standing in the kitchen, giggling happily as she stirred what looked like tonight’s tea.

“Are we having curry for tea tonight?” you asked, suddenly alert and awake. She turned, giggling as she nodded, winking at you.

“That’s right! And if you hurry with your task tonight, you’ll be home just in time” she taunted, making your mood suddenly drop south.

“What!? But I just stole something yesterday! What is it this time!?” you exclaimed, pouting a little. She giggled.

“You’re stealing the Dragon Statue in the Royal Museum. I’ve already sent out the warning letter as well” she stated, oblivious and in her own world. You sighed, collapsing back onto the chair and began to eat, seeing no point in arguing. Once the warning letter was sent out, that was it. You had to do it. Might as well suck it up and get it over and done with. And if you did, you got curry for tea that night!

“[___], one more thing your mother forgot to mention. Be careful with Chief Kuroko. Be sure not to find yourself alone with him, understand?” your grandfather suddenly warned from his spot of the couch where he was drinking a glass of green tea. You glanced at him, raising a brow. That was a strange request. Did it have something to do with the curse?

“Okay Grandpa…” you stated, unable to hide the confusion in your voice.


Arriving at school, you walked through the school gates, pondering how you were going to steal the Dragon Statue from the Royal Museum that night. You sighed, wondering how tight security was going to be.

“[___]!” called out a loud voice as you stopped before getting rammed into from behind. You let out a yelp, struggling to catch your footing, but managed to stay upright, even with the additional weight on your back. You glanced behind you to see a head full of bright pink hair.

“Satsuki… Get off me!” you demanded, giving her an unamused look. She pouted, clinging tighter.

“No! [___]! You never hang out with me anymore! I demand attention! Give me a piggyback ride!” she whined loudly in your ear, making you wince. Just great, now you had Satsuki acting like a jealous child to top it all off.

“Satsuki! I really can’t handle this today, please get off” you pleaded, attempting to begin walking, struggling with the added weight. You could feel the stares of the other students, despite how common place this was. Satsuki suddenly jumped off your back, catching you off guard as she bounced around to stand in front of you, grinning.

“Hey, guess what? The Phantom Thief struck again! She stole the Jewel from the Art Museum! And now there’s talk that she sent in another warning letter, this time she’s after the Dragon Statue from the Royal Museum!” Satsuki declared, the inner reporter in her beginning to shine. You blinked in shock. The news of the warning letter had reached the public already!?

“I-Is that so? Gee, I wish I could accompany you to one of these robberies and help out, but I’ve got a big appointment I really can’t miss” you lied, giggling halfheartedly, hoping Satsuki was too preoccupied with her story to notice. It seemed to work, she was too busy babbling about how awesome the Phantom Thief was, despite that thief being you.

“Come on you, we need to head to class” you stated, grabbing her shoulders and beginning to push her into the school building. You stopped however when you heard a car pulling in. You turned, pausing to see it was a black limo that had driven in and stopped nearby where you two were. The driver stopped and got out, rushing to the door and opened it. A boy with blue hair and blue eyes, dressed in your uniform, stepped out. You froze, your breath catching in your throat. It was him! Why was he in your school if he was a Chief of Police!? Did he have a lead on you already!? He spoke to the driver before turning to look at you and Satsuki. Satsuki was frozen as well before she suddenly spun out your hands, note pad and pen at the ready.

“Is that the new transfer student!? I need to interview him!” she exclaimed, panting in excitement. Satsuki really had a one track mind. You sighed, blinking when you saw him approach the two of you.

“Excuse me. I’m new to the school. Would you be able to tell me where the teacher’s lounge is?” he asked, his voice almost a monotone hushed whisper. He really didn’t seem threatening at all, if anything, he seemed shy.

“Yes! I can show you the way! Is it okay if I ask you a few questions along the way!? I’m Satsuki Momoi, I’m a journalist for the school paper!” Satsuki babbled, grabbing the boy’s arm and beginning to drag him away. He tried to protest, but to no avail. You watched them go before suddenly freezing as his cold gaze landed on you as they turned the corner, disappearing from sight. A shiver ran down your spine. Just what was this guy’s problem? You shook your head to clear your thoughts, jogging down the hallway and up the stairs, heading to your classroom. Once seated, the teacher called roll before smiling.

“Class, we have a new transfer student joining us today” she stated, smiling sweetly. You froze, eyes widening as your stomach dropped. No, as if this day couldn’t get any worse! The door opened and in he walked. He stopped beside the teacher who wrote his name up on the board in kanji.

“Greetings classmates. My name is Kuroko Tetsuya, I look forward to joining you all here” he greeted, bowing politely before walking down the aisle of desks, stopping at the empty one, right next to you. He sat down, getting his gear ready before turning to look straight at you. He flashed a small, weak smile. It was terribly forced.

“Hello, I look forward to working with you” he greeted, seeming to enjoy seeing the look of shock on your face, either that or he was relishing in your misery.
(Cursed)Kuroko x (PhantomThief)Reader - chapter 1
Here's Chapter 1 of my newest Kuroko no Basket x Reader. It's very heavily taking after DNAngel, but it is my own story mostly. I hope you all enjoy it.

chapter 2 -…
“Sei, do you have the 15th off this week?” you asked, sitting on your lounge chair as you worked on your cross stitch. It was a hobby you’d just taken up, due to the lack of anything to do in the Akashi household. The maids did a lot of the work, the butler attended to your every need, and you soon discovered that after a while, you had nothing to do. Seijirou, who you’d been calling Sei for years now, had recommended you take up a hobby like painting, needlework or perhaps knitting. After doing a little research, you figured you’d try some cross stitching. It was fun and you were glad you’d chosen it. Right now you were working on a picture of a mother lion and her baby cub sleeping. It was a big picture so it was taking a while to do.

Seijirou looked up from his paperwork on his own chair which sat beside yours, glancing up at you. He frowned, putting the papers down and began trying to look for his schedule. You giggled to yourself, seeing the papers scatter as he searched.

“Is this what you’re looking for?” you asked, grabbing a small book in plain sight and handing it to him. He flushed pink in embarrassment, chuckling lightly.

“Thanks, without you I’d be a mess” he replied, taking the book and began looking through it.

“Why do I need the 15th off?” Seijirou questioned curiously, raising a brow in thought. You sighed, rolling your eyes with an unamused smile.

“Honestly Sei… you’re that swarmed with work you forgot? Well, for one, your son has a basketball match that day, then your daughter has a ballet recital she’s performing that night. You need to attend, they’ll be sad if you’re not there. Their grandpa’s going, and my parents are attending as well, it won’t be the same without you” you stated, seeing his eyes widen before he smiled down at his schedule.

“I’m completely free on the 15th” he stated, grabbing a pen and circling everything on that day on his schedule, issuing he was going to get it rescheduled. You smiled lovingly at him, seeing him smile back before leaning forward to kiss your forehead.

{Time Skip}

You all sat in the stands, cheering on Takeru. Takeru was your son who was in the Teiko Middle School basketball team. His skills currently rivalled Seijirou’s back when he was that age, which obviously Seijirou and Masaomi were incredibly proud of. You made sure to keep the two of them in line though whenever they focused more on the victory rather than having fun. You didn’t need Takeru getting stressed and ending up being a repeat of what happened to Seijirou.

The final goal signaled the end of the match as you stood from the stands, jumping and cheering for Takeru. Seijirou’s eyes widened, looking at you in shock even though this was a repeat of every time Takeru played. Honestly, he shouldn’t be shocked by now, but you seemed to surprise him every time.

“Yay! Onii-chan! He won!!” squealed a little girl who jumped alongside you, a bright smile coating her face. You stopped jumping, turning to her and kneeling, linking your fingers with hers as you smiled brightly.

“Takeru was awesome, wasn’t he Yuki?” you asked, seeing your daughter Yuki, who was in her second year of elementary school nod, a bright warm smile on her face.

“Onii-chan is so cool! Just like Daddy and Grandpa!” Yuki cheered, earning embarrassed faces from both Seijirou and Masaomi. You smiled at the two of them, seeing that now that Masaomi had calmed down and come back down to earth, he and Seijirou were a lot alike. Takeru seemed to be following in their footsteps, with a cool disposition and attitude most girls would love. Though they were all really easy to embarrass once you got to know them. Yuki wasn’t like any of you, she was more like your own mother. You’d heard stories from your mother that when she was a child, she was the definition of a chatter box, bright and bubbly, pretty, and had boys asking her out all the time. Yuki was incredibly popular in school and a few boys had written nice little notes in her locker recently.

After walking down to the meeting rooms, Takeru exited the change room with a small smile on his face.

“Hello Mum, Dad, Grandpa, Pop, Nan” Takeru greeted before feeling something cling to his leg. He looked down to see Yuki pouting, so he grinned before scooping her up into his arms, giving her a cuddle.

“Did you watch me today Yuki-chan? That last goal I scored was for you” Takeru stated, making Yuki’s smile become almost as bright as the sun. You couldn’t help but smile, your two kids were just so adorable. Takeru was the perfect big brother to his little sister Yuki, and you couldn’t be any more proud of your children. Seijirou wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Ready for your ballet performance princess?” Seijirou asked, smiling at Yuki who threw her arms up in a cheer. You giggled, resting your arms over Seijirou's.

You all now sat in the audience, watching the performance begin as Yuki played the lead role. She was a pretty fairy princess that saves the kingdom from an evil witch through her hope and courage. You sat between Seijirou and Takeru, watching happily as Seijirou squeezed your hand tightly.

“Our princess is so beautiful” Seijirou whispered, turning to look at you. You looked back at him, giggling as he leaned over and kissed your cheek.

“She must get that from you, my queen” Seijirou stated in a small smirk. You smiled, blushing a little.

“If that’s the case, then Takeru is a handsome prince who gets it from you, my king” you teased back, making Seijirou’s smirk grow more. He leaned in as you did, aiming for a kiss. You were mere inches from each other before Masaomi suddenly stood from his seat.

“Did you all see that!? That little girl playing the main role is my granddaughter!” Masaomi shouted, making you both tear away from each other, looking at him in shock. You hadn’t even noticed but the performance was over, and now everyone was looking at Masaomi as he made a spectacle of himself as he let everyone know that Yuki was his granddaughter.

“Grandpa, everyone’s looking! Sit down, please” begged Takeru as he stood and tried to make Masaomi sit down. You and Seijirou looked at each other before you both burst into light laughter. Takeru looked at the both of you in disbelief.

“Mum! Dad!” Takeru whined, his cheeks flushing from embarrassment at how his family was acting.
Akashi x (shy)Reader - Epilogue END
Here it is! The finale of the Akashi x Reader series I've been writing. I hope you all enjoyed that sappy ending! I'm thankful for those that hung with me during the ride, and to (DarkHikariDevil) who this is for, I hope you enjoy it when you finally get around to reading it.

Chapter 1 -…

Chapter 2 -…

Chapter 3 -…

Chapter 4 -…

Chapter 5 -…

Chapter 6 -…
Seeing Akashi’s eyes open to reveal two red irises and a kind smile on his face, you gasped, letting out a happy sob as you felt Akashi’s hand gently caress your cheek, wiping the tears away.

“I’m sorry (___), I’m back now” Akashi apologised, smiling as you felt a happy smile form on your own face.

“Hey, can someone please explain what’s going on?” asked a member of Akashi’s team, voicing his confusion. Akashi sat himself up a little, smiling at his teammate apologetically.

“My apologies Kotaru, Mibuchi, Nebuya, Chihiro… I’m alright, and I’ll explain it all later. We have a game to play after all” Akashi explained, smiling gently at his team mates. You couldn’t suppress your happiness any longer, tackling Akashi in a tight hug. Akashi froze, wondering what had tackled him tightly but let out a light chuckle as he wrapped his spare arm around you, holding you reassuringly as your trembles began to fade away.

“It’s alright (___), I’m here, I’m not going anywhere…” Akashi reassured you, pushing himself up so he was sitting, then began to gently run a hand through your hair. You sniffed, trying to hold back your tears.

“I’m so sorry… about everything that happened… I never wanted any of it to happen…” you apologised, whimpering a little. Akashi let out a light chuckle, a smile on his face as his team mates watched in confusion, unused to such a sight.

“(___), fear not, let’s put it behind us. Come now, we should be returning to the game” Akashi reassured, pulling you gently by your shoulders back, smiling. You smiled back down at him, hearing Kuroko step beside you. Looking up at him, you flashed him a bright, tear filled smile as he offered you a hand up. You grabbed his hand, feeling him pull you to your feet. Akashi stood up a second later, smiling at Kuroko kindly.

“Tetsuya, I leave (___) in your care for the match, take care of her for me” Akashi stated, earning a nod from Kuroko. Kagami stood behind you, chuckling to himself with a big grin plastered on his face.

“I promise Akashi-kun” Kuroko answered, smiling happily back at his friend. The coach approached Akashi, looking at him in concern.

“Are you alright to continue?” the coach asked. Akashi turned to look back at him, nodding.

“Yes, I apologise for the scene. I will explain everything after the match. But I am okay to continue. I look forward to finishing this match against Seirin” Akashi explained, bowing his head in apology to the coach. The coach and all his team mates looked shocked from seeing this behavior from Akashi.

“(___)!!!” yelled a voice from the crowd, making you turn to see Aomine, Kise, Midorima, Murasakibara and Satsuki all leaning against the railing and looking at you in a mixture of disbelief and happiness. Satsuki was waving madly with Kise, Murasakibara gave a small wave while Midorima pushed his glasses up his face, a small smile on his face. Aomine was grinning madly, the beginning of what looked like tears running down his cheeks. You smiled brightly, waving to the group as they chatted excitedly to each other. Riko walked up to you, smiling as she offered you her hand. Smiling, you took it and began to walk back to the Seirin bench.

In a matter of seconds, the second half of the match continued. You sat on the bench, watching happily as both teams began playing for the ball.

“GO SEIRIN! GO RAKUZAN! DO YOUR BEST!!” you shouted, cheering from the side lines. Riko giggled alongside you, knowing that you weren’t going to pick a side. You were practically on the edge of your seat, watching in suspense as the match continued until the final seconds. If Seirin didn’t manage this score then Rakuzan was going to win. You held your breath, seeing Kuroko about to make the final shot. Akashi jumped up, attempting to stop Kuroko’s shot.

“It’s over Kuroko!!” he shouted, glaring down as Kuroko smiled up at him.

“Not yet. I am a shadow” Kuroko stated, shooting the ball up and over Akashi. Kagami jumped up, catching the ball and shot it into the basket, performing an alley-oop. You gasped in shock, everyone else equally shocked as the buzzer sounded, Seirin’s score only one point ahead of Rakuzan.

“WE DID IT!!!” shouted all members of Seirin as Kuroko and Kagami, and everyone else, began cheering and screaming loudly, tears in their eyes. Riko and the others on the bench jumped up to their feet, running to the team as the group formed a large tackle hug, celebrating and cheering happily. You watched from your spot on the bench, seeing the defeated faces of the Rakuzan team members. Akashi had the beginning of what looked like tears forming in his eyes, clutching at the front of his shirt. You smiled sadly, standing from your spot and walking to him. You gently took his hand, placing it on your hand and gently placed your other hand over it, holding him as if he were a fine piece of China. Akashi looked up at you, looking puzzled as you smiled kindly at him.

“I know it’s painful now, but there’s always next time? The good thing about basketball, and anything really, is that no one stays at the top forever. The best at the game this year could be the first team knocked out next year, it always changes as the team practices and grows stronger” you stated, seeing him look shocked before a smile formed on his face. You nodded, knowing he was going to be okay now. Stepping aside, you let Akashi’s hand slip from yours. He walked forward, heading to Kuroko. Kuroko watched him, seeing Akashi hold out his hand for a handshake.

“Congratulations. This was your, no, your team’s win Kuroko” Akashi congratulated. Kuroko smiled back, taking his hand and giving it a firm shake.

“Right. I look forward to facing you again next year Akashi-kun” Kuroko replied, a warm smile on his face. You giggled happily, watching the sight.

“Hey, excuse me? But, can I ask how you know our captain?” asked an uncertain voice behind you. You turned, smiling at the blonde.

“Certainly. I’m (___) (___), I’m a childhood friend of Akashi’s. You’re a team mate of his right? You’re the one he called Kotaru, right?” you replied, seeing his eyes sparkle excitedly.

“You remembered me? I’m honored miss!” he exclaimed, almost looking like a dog with his tail wagging happily. You giggled, smiling as the other team members walked up to you.

“You’re a very pretty little thing, but you look sickly, are you alright?” asked an overly feminine boy with black hair who you learnt was called Mibuchi.

“T-Thank you… I probably look a bit sickly because I’ve actually been in a coma for three years recently. I was hit by a car and I only just woke up not long ago” you answered, seeing them look shocked.

“Was the driver charged?” asked the silver haired boy called Chihiro. You thought to yourself for a second.

“I haven’t heard anything about it. My guess is it was dealt with while I was asleep. They weren’t actually sure I was going to wake up for a while apparently” you replied, earning a laugh from the big black guy called Nebuya.

“At least you’re here now!” he exclaimed, swinging his arm, hitting you harshly on the arm, sending you flying a little. You didn’t feel the floor though, only feeling arms catch you and hold you steady. You glanced up to see Akashi looking at you worriedly.

“Are you alright? I know Nebuya can be a little uncontrollable…” he asked, glaring quickly up at Nebuya who flinched, looking apologetically at the ground. You giggled a little, standing on your own and letting Akashi talk to his teammates. You couldn’t help but feel overwhelming relief and happiness flow through you, watching Akashi talking with his teammates with a smile on his face. A genuine smile, not the false ‘emperor’ smile he’d been wearing at the beginning of the match. Turning to see Kuroko talking with his Seirin teammates, you smiled to yourself as you slinked off, exiting the court and heading over to meet up with the other generation of miracles. They must’ve wanted to catch up as well, so you wasted no time trying to get to the auditorium.

After you’d gone down a few hallways, you spotted someone out the corner of your vision. You froze to the spot, seeing him freeze equally to the spot, staring at you in shock and horror. Masaomi Akashi, staring at you in horror and as if he were holding back the urge to strike you.

“You…” he hissed, his shock fading as his expression turned into pure rage. You gasped, stepping back. To him, three years had passed, but for you, it felt like only a few months since you’d last seen him, so the fear was still fresh. He took a step towards you, making you turn on your heel and begin a mad dash for the auditorium. He couldn’t do anything in a crowd.

“Get back here!!” Masaomi shouted after you, running after you as quickly as he could. You hadn’t even spotted Akashi who’d come out looking for you. He spotted your figure running away as he saw his father run after you, freezing in shock.

“(___)!” he shouted, running after his father. He had to get to you before his father did!

Turning a corner and running up the stairs as quickly as you could, you burst into the auditorium and spotted the Generation of Miracles all chatting in the stands.

“Guys!” you shouted, catching Aomine’s attention first. He turned, spotting you running to them. He smiled, lifting a hand to wave before pausing at your expression. Seeing Masaomi hot on your heels, he gasped, standing to his feet.

“Oi! Murasakibara!” Aomine shouted, making Murasakibara look up sleepily. He turned, spotting the scene before standing, walking so he was standing directly in your path. You didn’t have time to stop, bumping into him, but he caught and supported you. Shifting you so you were now behind him, he glared down at Masaomi who had stopped in his tracks, but was glaring. Aomine took your shoulders from behind, looking down at you in concern.

“(___)! Are you alright?” Satsuki asked, rushing up to you in concern. You nodded shakily, exhausted from running.

“Ehh…? What’s Mr Aka-chin doing chasing (___)-chin? I won’t forgive you if you hurt her again…” Murasakibara asked, sending a sharp glare at Masaomi. He growled under his breath, unshaken by Murasakibara’s words.

“It would be wise if you left Mr Akashi… You wouldn’t want to face us all” Kise declared, stepping around the three of you and standing beside Murasakibara. Midorima stood from his seat, smirking as he adjusted his glasses on his face.

“I agree with Kise… For multiple reasons, including the one behind you…” Midorima stated, smirking as Masaomi raised a brow, turning before gasping to see Akashi standing behind him, a dark glare on his face.

“Seijirou… Is she the reason you lost today!? You’re an Akashi! You are not allowed to lose, otherwise you are unworthy of being an Akashi!” Masaomi declared but Akashi’s glare didn’t fade.

“Father… Are you the reason for what happened three years ago? Are you the reason she tried to leave? You’re the reason she ran out blindly and ended up getting hurt? You must’ve been thrilled the moment you heard of her condition, and that’s why you told me to forget about her! You told me she wasn’t going to ever wake up and that I should just move on with my life! Why father!?” Akashi shouted, his glare dissolving into an expression of hurt. Everyone watched in shock, this being one of the first times they’d ever seen such an expression on Akashi’s face. Masaomi glared, balling his hands into a fist.

“I did it for you! You are an Akashi! We are absolute! We only marry or socialize with only the very best! These misfits are only dragging you down!” Masaomi yelled, his expression one of pure rage. Akashi lowered his head, staring at the floor.

“Wasn’t Mother one of those misfits though?” Akashi asked. In a matter of seconds, before anyone had time to react, a loud smack was heard and Akashi’s face had been turned, a red mark on his cheek. You gasped, raising your hands to cover your mouth in shock. Akashi didn’t react though, he just raised his head to look up at Masaomi.

“I’m right, aren’t I? You couldn’t handle Mother’s passing, so as a form of grieving, you pretended she never existed. That might’ve worked just fine for you, but as a ten year old child in the fifth grade, that method of grieving doesn’t work! It only damages them! I ended up broken, my personality began to warp to cope with the pressure and pain. I finally found refuge in basketball, then (___) came back into my life. I felt like I could handle anything life threw at me then, but you just had to ruin that too, didn’t you? You took (___) from me, then slowly I began to lose basketball. I lost it and turned into someone completely different. I ended up hurting all those that I love, I even hurt (___) when she returned… But I’m back now, and I don’t intend to let anyone hurt (___) ever again!” Akashi declared, raising his head and glaring at Masaomi in determination. You watched in shock, hearing everything from his side of the story, tears forming in your eyes.

“Why…? Why is this one girl so important to you Seijirou? There are thousands of other people out there” Masaomi asked, his voice finally calm. Akashi closed his eyes, as if preparing himself, then looked up at his father with a gentle smile.

“Why…? Because I love her of course” Akashi stated, making you gasp and freeze to the spot. Masaomi gasped in shock as well as you heard the other Generation of Miracles gasp at the sudden declaration. Masaomi was the first to recover, his shoulders slacking.

“I see… It’s like when I was young, and I fell in love with your mother… I apologise Seijirou… I lost myself, and I never realized how much I was hurting you. I know words can’t fix the past, but I’ll leave you be. Come see me later and we can talk more” Masaomi apologised, bowing his head for the first time to Akashi. Akashi blinked in shock, silently gasping as he watched Masaomi turn to you, bowing in apology as well. He raised his head, turning and exiting the auditorium. You were still frozen in shock, unable to process what had just happened.

“(___)” Akashi stated, walking up to you and looking you in the eyes. You felt Aomine’s hands on your shoulders slacken as he backed off, dragging Satsuki back with him. She squirmed, trying to get away, but Aomine just laughed.

“Oi, (___), you better come hang with us after you’ve finished talking to Mr Bossy here, okay?” Aomine declared, laughing as he grabbed Satsuki. She squealed, yelling insults at him which earned laughter from the group as they left. You turned your attention back to Akashi, seeing the kind smile on his face.

“I know my declaration probably caught you off guard, so I don’t expect an answer straight away-…” Akashi began to say before you’d recovered from your shock. Tears began to fall down your face, making him stop mid-sentence. A huge smile formed on your face as you suddenly tackled him in a hug, wrapping your arms around his neck as you buried your face in his shoulder.

“Me too!” you replied, feeling him freeze before he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer for a tight hug. He buried his face into your hair, one hand rising to gently stroke your long hair.

“(___)… Thank you… I swear I will make us happy…” Akashi vowed, earning a giggle from you. He paused, confused by your laughter.

“Silly Akashi… It not you that had to make us happy, it’s the both of us” you corrected him, smiling happily. You couldn’t see Akashi’s face, but you could tell a content smile had formed on his face as he snuggled his face into your hair.
Akashi x (shy)Reader - Chapter 6
Hey guys! We're officially near the end! It's just the epilogue left! I hope you've all enjoyed the series as much as I have, and I love reading comments from you guys. I'm sorry it took so long, it took an entire week for me to get internet at my university campus. But I'm back and I'm working on the epilogue as we speak! I don't know if Masaomi's changing was too sudden, but I feel like the moment the mother was mentioned that's when he finally stopped and thought about what he was doing. I know Masaomi was a major d*ck in the series, but I like to try and justify it that he's a protective father that only wants the best for his son, but ended up hurting him in the process of making sure he only got the best. I know that may not be how he was in the series, but I like to imagine the one in my story being like this. It totally doesn't justify what he did, and he was in the wrong, but it makes it a little harder to hate him thinking of it that way.

Anyway, I'm gonna stop babbling now.

Chapter 1 -…

Chapter 2 -…

Chapter 3 -…

Chapter 4 -…

Chapter 5 -…

Epilogue -…
Hey everyone!

That Makoto x Reader story I've been writing is on Hiatus for the moment. I'm focusing on this Akashi x Reader story first, then I'm gonna complete Parallel Worlds, then I'll resume the Makoto x Reader story. Or, depending on my moods, I might go to that story.

But aside from that, I'm moving in just a few days and will soon be attending University. I'm so excited about it, but also so scared. Like, shit scared. I couldn't be anymore scared.

So yeah, after a few days, my updates could speed up or slow down, I'm not quite sure which one yet.
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  • Reading: Kuroko no Basket reader inserts
  • Watching: Markiplier playing Five Nights at Freddy's 2
  • Playing: sims 4
  • Eating: wheetbix
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Kirby Ester Taylor
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Hey everyone, not much to say here, except i'm 20, love anime and writing for it, and one day i hope to become an author or a manga artist. The second one's a bit unlikely, but i'll certainly give it my all!

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Ana-chanS2 Featured By Owner Jul 10, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Thank chu so much for the watch, for the fav and for the lovely comment on my Akashi fic ;-;
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Not a problem. I really loved it and I'm really looking forward to the next part. :D
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Thank you so much for taking the time to read and favorite my fic!! It means a lot as a new writing account! LoveI hope you have a great day!
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you're most welcome. I only fav stuff that's well done, so be proud of your work. Thank you, I hope you have a great day too. :D
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what're you thanking me for Ruby? I didn't do anything, you drew those pictures. I should be thanking you for helping me with my designs. Speaking of which, I'll post them up here for you to see. :D
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