Title: 九月(September)
Pairing: Aka/Kuro (slightly Ao/Kuro in later chapters, and friendship Kise/Kuro).
Genre: Supernatural (don't wince at that yet XD)/ Romance /Hurt-Comfort?
Summary: Akashi used to think lowly of Midorima's junk talks about fate, thinking there's no such thing as "Man proposes, God disposes." Such what Midorima always said. Not until he was forced to acknowledged that fate really does exist. He died, and being an absolute victor that he is, there is no way he would be able to accept the fate judged upon him. Only Kuroko can feel that Akashi still lingers around, and keep his unrest spirit company.
Warning: Inconsistent tense, vocab misuse, high level abuse of grammar.
Disclaimer: Kuroko no Basuke (c) Fujimaki Tadatoshi, I don't own any of the characters,yo.
Chapter 1: Prologue
As someone who is always-nearly always-calm and collected, the red haired youth had never spoken too much things that he considered unnecessary. Even among his own comrade, Akashi had never been that loud guy like Aomine, outgoing like Kise, or have a mixture of difficult personalities like Midorima. If his personality is to be gauged in numbers, every parameter should be showing the same exact number. He is not exactly social, not exactly outspoken, not exactly kindhearted, and not exactly friendly. The only parameter which number exceeds the rest of his personality is his charisma, a fact that is well understood by those he considers worthy to be of his allies. He was once considered to be the best, the emperor who has won countless battles and stand at the top with glory.
He used to diss things about fate that Midorima often spoke of . For example, his motto, Man proposes, God disposes. He believed that life is a series of decisions and consequences. Humans have minds, they control their own decisions and choices. The matter left is just whether or not they used their minds in the right way. And he had long believed that he always made the right decision. He always do the right thing. He designed everything going on in his life perfectly.
He thought so.
There is something wrong with his eyes. Everything around him being simply blurred, white figures moving back and forth. He can't really hear what they're saying, but it did sound like they're yelling to each other. Why? He thought. Why they are yelling to each other, he ran out of capacity to think about the answer. There was stinging, immense pain on his head, he can't feel his legs, his chest heavy with every attempt to breathe. He didn't remember anything but bright flash of light, and he lost consciousness afterwards just to wake up to the pain.
He wished that these guys would just do him a favor and shut up. Why did they sound like they're in panic? He can hear some random guy's voice shouting, "Not good, we're going to lose him!". What are you talking about? he thought. Do you know to who are you talking to? Losing is not something recognized in his dictionary. Even so, he wasn't really sure of what he heard. Voices and sounds blends into one, annoying buzz in his ears. It would really better if they just quiet, and who are they anyway? Making such a noise in the presence of an emperor, moreover talking about garbages such as losing.
It wasn't a good situation. His consciousness fades, really slowly, and he felt like he had fallen into a really deep slumber. Unliterally, he was sleeping. Sleeping a deep sleep, the one which he won't be awake once more. Or rather, not as someone he used to know he was.
A/N: That's all for the prologue, guys. I'm running this fic along with my other fic, so one of both updates might be faster/slower than the other. It depends on my mood (God, sorry for my mood swings!), so I hope you're still hanging there with me. XD The title was taken from Kalafina's Kugatsu, and I thought it was about the time when Akashi dies. :p
