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You scowled angrily as you haphazardly stuffed all of your belongings into suitcases, not giving a single fuck about wrinkling your clothes. After making sure everything was packed away and you hadn't missed any belongings, you wrenched off your wedding ring, snapping the soft gold band with a few violent twists of the pliers you had located earlier.
You could heart your heart beating in your ears as you clambered down the stairwell as quickly as you could manage while carrying two large suitcases and one big backpack. You tensed, pausing to cast a glance at the living room where Seijuro lie passed out on the floor.
It had been easy to switch the sauce used in his favorite dish with a sleeping draught while he was working late and all the kitchen staff had left yesterday.
He would be out for a few more hours.
You nodded resolutely, swearing not to go back on your vow. You had been planning this for a few months now. It had been easy seeing as you had gotten none other than Makoto Hanamiya on your side with the simple promise of breaking Kiyoshi Teppei into bits.
You weren't happy about it but it was the only way.
On a night after a particularly heated argument with Akashi that had ended in tears you had found yourself drunken alongside the man who also happened to be a close friend. You two had accidentally gotten a little frisky in your drunken stupor but swore to one another never to speak of it again.
A week later you found yourself pregnant with a child, believing it to be Akashi's seeing as you two had gotten into that mood the night before.
But it wasn't the case. When the baby was born looking more like Kiyoshi's than his you had seen no other option and had explained the events.
Akashi had been furious...absolutely livid. In response, he had not only screamed at you and gripped his face until blood was drawn, only stopping since Aomine forced him to with Murasakibara's assistance, but he then had the audacity to give your child to Kiyoshi. Kiyoshi hadn't wanted to take the child, but after Akashi threatened to send the child across the world to some orphanage on another continent of all things Kiyoshi quickly took the baby boy and left as Akashi also told him he would never contact you again.
So for the past month you had plotted with Hanamiya and Seto Kentaro, whom of which had mellowed out over the years and had actually grown somewhat close to Kiyoshi after apologizing for all the pointless shit he had pulled in Highschool.
Seto would be retrieving your son whereas Makoto would be driving you away to another part of Japan under a different name and whatnot. You had left divorce papers next to Akashi before gathering your things, signed and nearly completed.
After cautiously speeding into the living room and setting down the mangled broken wedding ring on top of the papers like some sort of heart-twisting paperweight, you made your way back to your things and sped towards the door, not bothering to close it.
You dashed over to Makoto's car and stashed your things in the back before climbing into the front seat.
There was a sigh.
Makoto had mellowed out a little bit, much more mature and a little more humble thanks to his girlfriend of four years and counting.
"You're crazy." Makoto sighed and put the car in drive.
"And pissed, let's not forget that." You grunted.
"You'd better know what your doing..." He warned.
"Yeah...the last thing I want is to see him ever again.

~*~ 6 Hours Later ~*~

Akashi groaned as he woke up on the living room floor, feeling groggy and heavy. The strawberry-haired man scowled, realizing what had probably happened. For a brief moment he tried to pick out which of his staff members had a vendetta against him only to freeze in anxiety as a familiar sparkle caught his eye.
Seijuro turned to look, eyes widening in shock at the sight of your mangled and twisted wedding ring sitting atop and all too familiar form of papers. He flipped through them, freezing when a hand written letter appeared on the back of one of the pages.

"To Akashi," he read and winced at the sight of his last name, "by the time you read this I will be long gone. This marriage was a mistake at best and I no longer wish to be a part of it. When you took my child from me...that was the final straw and the last push I needed to realize I no longer loved you...you soulless bastard. I've left and I will be wishing for years to come that I never again am met with your face. You will eventually become nothing more to me than a terrible memory. Goodbye, my loathsome ex-husband. (Name) (Mn. Name)*.
Akashi's hands trembled, but not only in anger but shock and something else...a feeling that twisted painfully in his chest.
He was startled by the sudden piercing wail of his phone. Digging it out of his pocket, he was surprised to find Kiyoshi's number on the screen. A dark feeling sunk into him and for the first time, Akashi answered the man's call.
"Hello."
"Akashi?! Thank kami! (Son's Name) is missing! Kentaro was supposed to be watching him! He's good with his sister's kids and all, they love him to death-!"
"Kiyoshi, stop talking." Akashi snarled, "Speak clearly."
"Well," the was a deep sigh, "He's gone Akashi. Seto won't tell me where."
"(Name)...out of all the things you have pulled." Akashi scowled, "You will not get away with this one."