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V.

I wanted to laugh. But no, my brain just won't find it amusing.

"Do I affect you in any way?"

How high of him to think that way! Me? Affected to him? As if! It will snow in hell first before he starts to affect me!

I glared at the screen, reading the words carefully over and over again. You have got to be kidding me, Akashi!

Punching on the buttons with more force than necessary, I typed a reply to Akashi.

"Of course not! Why do you think such ridiculous things?"

His reply came faster approximately fifteen seconds after I sent my reply. This guy has fast fingers, I wonder why.

"Because."

Figures.

"Because?"

"Because I know everything."

I rolled my eyes.

"Why are you texting me?"

"I want to confirm something."

Confirm what?

"I gotta go. Bye, Akashi."

I was about to put my phone back inside my bag when it vibrated once again, canceling the motion.

"I am going to call you. Answer it."

There he goes again and his orders. Wait, he's going to call me! I'm not ready! I'd probably sound like a dying elephant because I don't know, because I'm just freaking nervous!

My phone suddenly went off playing the ringtone of First Love by Hikaru Utada. What the actual hell?

Eri. I am going to kill Komori Erika!

I let my phone go on ringing, waiting for the song to come to a halt. Tadashi glanced at me through the rearview mirror. "Young miss, aren't you going to answer that?"

I glanced at Tadashi and gave him a nervous laugh, "I don't plan to, Tadashi," I said and took a deep shaky breath. "And I already told you several times to drop the young miss and start calling me Yuri."

"But ma'am, it's impolite to refer to my master in that way." Tadashi reasoned out.

Good Yuri, good. Using your chauffeur as a distraction. Smooth.

The song stopped and I breathed a sigh of relief. Finally away from him now--

My phone vibrated again, announcing a new text message.

"I had confirmed it."

What?

"Confirmed what?" I can't help but furrow my eyebrows in a perplexing manner and the urge to know what the hell he was talking about.

"I do affect you."

His conclusion caught me off guard. Is it because I didn't answer his call? Was it to test me how much of a coward I am? Because if it is, then game on, Akashi Seijuro!

I thought of what my reply could be. Carefully.

"Ha ha, very funny, Akashi."

"I'm not joking."

"Why did you even said that?"

I don't know why but somehow I can feel him smirking right now...

"You and I both know the reason, Yurika."

Oh great. Now he was starting to call me by my real name. I didn't like the sound of it. It sounds like eureka or something and that word is used to express excitement when a discovery has been made. And right now, Akashi discovered that he affect me, so much. It's pathetically ironic, I know.

Okay, you got me. It's senseless even if I deny it to myself. Akashi Seijuro affects me in a lot of ways but I don't know how to label them. Let's just put it this way, whenever those multi-colored eyes look at me, my heart starts beating abnormally like it hadn't beaten for a long time. His voice like chocolate, albeit sending involuntary shivers, it was starting to become my favorite sound like it was melody to my ears. His hot breath that made the tiny hairs of my body stand up. And God... his cologne... his intoxicating, hypnotizing, enchanting, bedazzling cologne. I don't like the cologne when it's on its container, I'd love it more on Akashi.

Oh God, I sound like a pervert.

Maybe it's already snowing in hell.

You're still not finished enumerating, Yuri.

I'm still not finished?!

Okay, my blood seem to stop running down my veins and starts climbing up on my cheeks whenever he says something absurd nor when he's near me. And I kinda like the way how smoothly and flawlessly he says my name. And his--

My phone vibrated again.

"Enumerating, Yurika?"

"Pffft, I can't even think of a reason."

Yeah, right.

"I can think of a few."

"Really? Like what?"

The car came into a halt. I didn't notice that I was already home. Tadashi first got out of the car to open the door for me and I got out, phone in hand, waiting for Akashi to reply.

"Like how you blush whenever I'm around, for example."

I feel my cheeks heat up at his reply. He got me but there is no way I'll admit that.

"That is so not true."

"I am stating a mere fact, Yurika."

I pouted. The guy just won't let it go.

"I have to go, Akashi. I need to study."

"I wish you luck. However, the result will not change."

I rolled my eyes then sighed and pulled my phone away and entered the front door of my house. I suddenly remember the first time Yukari and Eri stepped a foot in here.

"Yuri, what is that?" Eri asked me, their eyes staring at my house with awe. I couldn't blame them, my house was pretty big and all.

"Um, my house?" I stated, more like a question. "Obviously," I shrugged.

"No way," Yukari whispered. "If this is a house, we probably live in a shack!" She exclaimed. "You are really lucky you live in a palace."

I'm not so sure about the lucky part. It's true that we almost own everything in the world. Almost. But there are things that are far more important than to possess power, riches and luxuries. Even my books. My family was more important to me. But I didn't want to cause shame in our family name, either. My role in this family was more like a robot and my parents are the creator. They order and control me, they did not think nor care of what I would feel. Sure, they were doing that for my sake but sometimes I can't help but let these thoughts cross over my mind... Is it really for my sake or for the company?

"I'm home," I muttered to myself once I slipped off my shoes, producing an unheard noise. I looked at my wristwatch and it was 4:36 pm. I still have time to study before eating dinner with my parents and taking a long cold shower.

After studying, I rubbed my tired eyes and went outside to eat dinner. It was past 6:24 in the evening. Being punctual adds a point to being the perfect daughter so it was important to always check for the time.

I walked pass the dark hallways of my home, only the dim light coming from the windows were giving me the sight. And I arrived at the dining room, my father already sat on the dining chair, his food untouched. Same goes for my beautiful mother, who was beside him. And she looked at me with disappointment in her eyes.

"You're five minutes late, Yurika." my mother greeted me.

I looked at our grandfather clock and the hand was pointed at 6:35. I looked back at my parents who was waiting for me to sit across to them.

"It's alright, Saya," my father said nonchalantly and I prevented the urge to raise an eyebrow. "It's her first time being late."

"Make sure you're on the table five minutes early next time." mother reminded me, ignoring my father's comment.

I let out a breath and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "I'm sorry," I mumbled, I did not mind if they didn't hear it.

I sat on the chair across to them and stared at the candles in between us that was the only source of light in the room. Then back at my parents who was shooting me a sharp gaze as if they were waiting for me to say something. And I immediately got intimidated by their intense stare that made me focus my attention on the food in front of me.

I licked my dry lips whilst saying, "Ittadakimasu."

After dinner, I took a long, cold shower, wanting to wash away all of the sweat, dirt, depression and unusual feelings towards Akashi. He hasn't texted me which was a good sign but a part of me was disappointed that I was not able to talk to him tonight.

What has gotten into me?

What have you done to make me feel this way, Akashi?

He's cold, intimidating and no one could stand being near him, so why can't I feel the same?

I slapped both of my cheeks. "Why?" I exclaimed on my bathroom mirror, presumably asking myself the same question. "Akashi Seijuro," my lips blurted out his name like a memory.

We had the same hair color but his stand out. My hair was like the color of fresh ripe strawberries while his are the color of fresh blood, the color of hate and death but at the same time family and... love.

I went to my music room and thought of what instrument I will play tonight. I love my music room though. The room was all white, not a speck of dust and grime scattered because maids come and clean this room everyday.

I fixed my wrinkled sky blue nightgown and pulled out my violin from its gray case. I chose the violin that my parents gave for my twelfth birthday and it was evident on the instrument's dull brown color that it's old but still usable. It will suffice.

After playing the violin passionately and got lost into the melody, I opened the balcony door and sat on the railings, feeling the cold breeze caress my face.

Do I affect you in any way too, Akashi?

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Oh my god Akashi-sama is so out of character I just can't take this! XD I feel like I still have to get to know him better hahahaha but nonetheless, I thank you for reading, voting and commenting, it's really appreciated. :D

*Starts downloading the latest episode of Kuroko no Basuke but I have turtle connection to do so but I don't care it has Akashi in it*

This chapter is dedicated to @CameliaCross because you and your work/s are adorable and amazing! :D

Arigatou, minna-san! :D

Sayonaraaaa~