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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Kuroko_no_Basuke_|_Kuroko's_Basketball
  Relationship:
      Akashi_Seijuurou/Hanamiya_Makoto, Hanamiya_Makoto/Kiyoshi_Teppei
  Character:
      Hanamiya_Makoto, Akashi_Seijuurou, Kirisaki_Daiichi_High_(Characters),
      Kiyoshi_Teppei
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Canon_Divergence, Humiliation, Bullying, Secret
      Relationship, Rivalry, Hanamiya_is_a_wild_child, those_who_live_by_the
      dick_sword_die_by_the_dick_sword
  Series:
      Part 7 of havisham's_SASO_2017_works_collection
  Collections:
      Sports_Anime_Shipping_Olympics_2017
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-05-31 Words: 1615
****** clique ******
by havisham
Summary
     It's the absolute nightmare scenario where Akashi Seijuuro goes to
     Kirisaki Daiichi.
     (Hanamiya doesn't mind until the point he really, really minds.)
Notes
     Written for SASO 2017 Bonus Round 1: AUs, for the prompt: AU where
     Akashi shows Hanamiya why he’s just an amateur when it comes to
     cruelty.
See the end of the work for more notes
Some of the other club captains began to complain that the entire school had
gained an unfair reputation for brutality because of Hanamiya, which of course
made Hanamiya laugh and laugh until he couldn't anymore.
“Maybe the chess club’s performance would improve if they tried some of our
methods,” he said, shaking his shaggy head in fake regret. Now that was a lie.
The chess club was fucking hopeless.
Besides, there was nothing unfair about Kirisaki Daiichi's reputation. Hanamiya
wasn't the first to do what he did, he was merely the most explicit. He yawned
and stretched out, gesturing to his followers. “Anyway, let's go torture the
first-years, yeah?”
They laughed and nodded, like he was kidding.
*
There was one first-year who stood out from the rest. Hanamiya recognized him
right away, of course -- who could forget Akashi Seijuuro, captain of the
Generation of Miracles? Someone muttered behind him that he'd heard that Akashi
had been ready to go to Rakuzan, but it seemed that the boy had ultimately
chosen to stick closer to home.
Kirisaki Daiichi had made no effort to recruit Akashi, or any of the other
Miracles.
Hell, they'd barely made an effort to to recruit him, as an Uncrowned King or
General or whatever they were being called this week. Hanamiya had had to whip
up the existing basketball club in shape during his first year (which had
brought him in direct conflict with the coach of the club but, well, guess who
was still here now) -- and now the whole thing was his.
He hoped that Akashi Seijuuro of the Generation of Miracles realized that. And
what's more, realized that high school was a whole different world than junior
high. And if he didn't, then Hanamiya, as his caring and responsible senpai,
would be happy to set him straight.
*
The little redheaded kid had a Napoleon complex the size of France and a
severe, undiagnosed personality disorder. He was so interesting that Hanamiya
practically skipped now when he headed to practice.
Was this what being fulfilled felt like? Was this love? Hanamiya came into the
gym just in time to watch Akashi take down an upperclassman who had at least
half a meter and half a ton of weight on him -- all without breaking a sweat.
He really loved this kid.
*
“Hanamiya-senpai, may I speak to you?” Akashi said in the locker room after
practice one day. “It's a private matter.” He seemed perfectly unbothered by
both Hanamiya’s nudity or his utter disinterest in what he had to say.
Hanamiya sighed loudly and rolled back his head. “What is it? Do you need help
confessing to someone? I’ve got the perfect method.”
It was a method he'd perfected on Kiyoshi Teppei -- one: arrange to meet your
crush in dark corners and weird spots wherever you can find them, two: let him
shove you against the lockers, stick his face into your face, three: kiss him
first, four: fuck him first, and finally, five: make sure to cripple him so
he’ll always remember you, even if all other memories of young love (so
precious, so fragile) had faded.
Akashi shook his head and his eyes began to glow red and gold and really,
really strange. Hanamiya felt his knees give way and couldn't help but admire
the sheer arrogance of using one's super-special basketball superpower outside
the court like that.
It was just petty and spiteful enough to get him hard too.
“All right, I'm not as pretty as Mibuchi, but you can come on my face,”
Hanamiya said, looking up through his lashes. Akashi’s cock was quite
substantial, despite his short stature. How unfair. And Akashi’s face was blank
though his hands shook a little as he pushed his cock into Hanamiya’s waiting
mouth.
Really, virgins were toofunny.
*
“I'm going to be captain here,” Akashi said matter-of-factly one day.
“Quiet, you first-year,” Hanamiya said, shifting so his textbook covered his
face, “I'm trying to nap.”
*
Their first game was a euphoric experience, for Hanamiya, so much more
satisfying than any game he'd taken part in since the advent of the Generation
of Miracles (with the sweet, sweet exception of that first game against Seirin
-- he can still hear the sickening crunch of Kiyoshi’s leg and he even dreamed
about it sometimes) -- in the end, the score was only five points in their
favor but the other team had been destroyed, left hurting and demoralized.
They look at him with hate in their eyes and Hanamiya preened at the attention.
He had done that, turned a group of boys into snarling animals. What else could
he possibly want?
He caught sight of Akashi and lumbered over to him, putting put a heavy hand on
the first-year’s shoulder. He asked him what he thought.
Akashi glanced over at the scoreboard.
“We could have done better,” he said and Hanamiya laughed to cover his
annoyance.
“We don't do overwhelming victories here,” he said, with a slight sneer. “It's
more fun when they can almost taste get the of winning and then have it
snatched away.”
“I disagree,” Akashi said, a polite smile fixed on his face. “There’s too much
risk there. It’s better to crush all hope, as early as possible.”
“And that’s why Teiko games were alway so boring to watch,” Hanamiya said with
a yawn. “Well, anyway, it's my team, first-year. What I say goes.”
Akashi’s eyes gleam red and gold, but he did agree that this was so.
*
Imayoshi Skyped him, wanted to meetup to discuss, as he put it, the joys and
trials of managing their miraculous Teiko babies. God, he was still so
insufferable. Hanamiya declined and explained why, sparing none of Imayoshi’s
nonexistent feelings. The Touou captain just kept smiling, like it was exactly
what he had expected.
Hanamiya could never under why out of the two of them, only he had the
reputation of being a creep.
*
It wasn't true that no one tried to warn him.
Seto did, in his laconic way, adjusting his hair as he spoke. Yamazaki did too.
But Hanamiya was -- well, not blind to the way Akashi Seijuuro seemed to draw
power to him, but he’d thought that he was clever enough, canny enough to avoid
the trap that Akashi’s old captain had fallen into.
After all, Hanamiya didn’t give two shits about honor and would never let
himself be quietly pushed aside.
*
“So, Akashi-kun, when did you realize that all your friends hated you?”
Hanamiya said, pulling a fatherly arm on Akashi’s shoulders again. They had
just finished a practice game with Touou and that blue-haired kid, Touou’s ace,
had breezed past Akashi without even a word of acknowledgment.
The pink-haired girl had followed him, making half-hearted apologies, but
Hanamiya could spot a weakness like that a mile away. Akashi’s expression
hadn’t changed then, but now he gave Hanamiya a vindictive look.
“Maybe you should’ve gone to Kyoto after all,” Hanamiya said, grinning widely.
Then he laughed. “I’m just kidding, stupid. If you weren’t here, we wouldn’t
have beat Touou, right?”
“Right,” Akashi said, looking like he was mentally signing Hanamiya’s death
warrant.
Kids these days, with their murder-plots and intrigue. Hanamiya shook his head
fondly.
*
Then it had happened, the mutiny.
“Your captain has a diseased heart,” Akashi said. “And what happened before
wasn’t your fault, it was his.” And one by one, swayed by Akashi’s words, the
team turned against him. Akashi’s eyes flash red and gold. He smiled over at
Hanamiya.
He was absolute.
*
Hanamiya found Kiyoshi Teppei walking home from school -- and he had been just
coincidentally in Kiyoshi's neighborhood -- and told his driver that he’d take
the train home. Kiyoshi spotted him following almost immediately, and did not
speed up or slow down his pace.
“Hanamiya,” Kiyoshi said, once he’d caught up.
“Hey, Kiyoshi,” Hanamiya said. “How’s the leg?”
Kiyoshi gave him a radiant, entirely guileless smile. “Still good enough to
beat you.”
“I don’t think so.” Hanamiya paused, taking Kiyoshi in. Even after months in
the hospital, he was still such a big guy. Such a big, handsome guy. He hated
that about him, like he hated almost every other aspect of Kiyoshi Teppei’s
being; his personality, his positive outlook on life and his carefully hidden
dark side.
“You probably heard that I’m out.”
“Riko may have mentioned it.”
“These Miracle kids just have no heart,” Hanamiya said, and Kiyoshi gave him a
speaking look. Like you have one?
“Watch out for him, that Akashi,” Hanamiya insisted, scowling. “He’s crueler
than me too.”
“You don’t have to warn me about him,” Kiyoshi said placidly. “We’re not that
kind of friends.”
“We’re not any kind of friends,” Hanamiya said, offended. There was no way he’d
be friends with someone as poor and without any prospects like Kiyoshi.
Kiyoshi glanced over at him. “What do you want, Hanamiya?”
Hanamiya smiled at him, suddenly coy. “Well,youknow.”
*
He hated how good Kiyoshi felt against him, how right. He wanted to tear him
open and eat him up, but it wouldn’t be enough (still wouldn’t be enough.)
But the worst thing was at the end of it when Kiyoshi pulled out, his cock
still wet, Hanamiya sagged back against the bed and suddenly thought about red
hair instead of brown, and strange two-toned eyes instead of kind brown ones.
Fucking Akashi. Did he have to interfere in this too? Couldn’t Hanamiya corrupt
an innocent in peace?
*
But the actual worst thing was that he still had to go to practice since -- as
Akashi said-- they had not yet hired a real coach, so he would have to do for
now.
The young really were so cruel.
End Notes
     Title from Kanye.
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