A sunset.

Shining eyes that no one could look away from, warm words that soothed and encouraged every one, bright smiles that blinded the ones around, annoying noises that made every single human alive, golden hair that flamed freely on the pale and smooth skin,

All gone. They were all gone. Because the sun had set. And they didn't know when it will rise again. They didn't know when they could feel its warm rays again.

It was today, maybe around morning? around noon? They didn't even remember clearly. But they could still feel his warmth in their beings. Maybe because he was really like the sun. Every where in their lives.

And still they felt the last time they had with him was so far ago. Probably because he had always been close, yet far from their reach.

Just like the sun.

Kise had contacted all of them today, by text messages or phone calls. This time, this morning his flames seemed to be more hot and burning than all the times before. The ones who had been texted to, couldn't see his face, nor could they hear his voice. But they all could see him smiling stupidly while sending them the message. It was as clear as the sun light. It wasn't seen. It wasn't heard. just felt.

Yes. He could remember his cheerful voice that was almost screaming "KUROKOCCHIIIIIII!"on the other side of the line. But now, he regretted keeping his phone away from his ear to not to get deaf by the super loud voice of the blond. He regretted for not hearing more of that sun's voice, not seeing more of his face, not spending more time with him and having more of his warmth.

He remembered it when his phone rang, showing 'Kise-Kun'on its screen.

"Waaah Kurokocchiiiii! Finally! I managed to bring them all together! We're gonna go to a trip all together! Can you believe it?! ALL TOGETHER!"

"You're too loud, Kise-kun. And it's great, by the way."

"I can't believe it! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! I convinced my sisters to agree to going to the trip by dad's car! Onee-chan was complaining and kept saying that I'm not the little kid I used to be and my ass has grown too much and the three of us can't sit together in the car! But I finally got to convince her! And mom kept telling that she can't believe that she cancelled all her meetings just because I forced her to come with us to the trip!"

"I'm happy for you Kise-kun."

"I'm happy too! Indeed, Kurokocchi, I'm getting insane! Oh, sorry, Kurokocchi! I need to go pack my things! Onee-san's gonna kick me if I'll be late!"

"Right, you shouldn't be late for the trip that you yourself has settled."

"You have a point! I'LL MISS YOU A LOT KUROKOCCHIIII!"

"Kise-kun please don't shout. And have a safe trip."

"Thanks! Bye Bye!" ...

It was still fresh in his mind. As alive as a real conversation could be. It was nearly in the morning, but it somehow felt nostalgic.

It had been a long time, almost three years since the Kise family had gathered up to spend their time together. And within the last six months, the youngest child, the son of the family Ryouta had been trying to bring them back to each other. Because no matter how much he had grown up to be independent, he still couldn't accept that the family members had their own private lives and that they had no time to spend with each other any longer.

Kise was sixteen, and he had started his new adult life and had his own career. But the meaning of family hadn't changed to him. To him, family was what he could always refere to, be sheltered in, and share his happiness and sadnesses with. So he hadn't given up on his belief when his mother's presence started to get lighter and lighter in their house. Or when his father could no longer come home most of the nights due to the pressure on his company. Or when his older sister left to live with his boyfriend and start her new job. Or not even when his second older sister that had a less age-difference with him and he used to hang out with her more, left their house to attend in a college in Kyoto.

He found himself alone at their big house and had no other choices but to move himself up and leave the vacant house to a new apartment. Not that he liked smaller places, it was just that he couldn't tolerate how the emptiness of the big house sarcastically reminded him of his loneliness and how missed the times all of his family members spent together.

Being the Kise Ryouta he was, he had showed that he would not give up on his values and will fight for them, as he showed that in the Winter Cup in their match against Shougo-kun. Basketball was one of the things he loved and valued to no ends, and Shougo-kun seemed to be playing with it.

Alright, he was on the verge of getting defeated and crushed.

He let Shougo-kun humiliate him, and his basketball. But that didn't mean that he was going to let that happen again and let his valued basketball be insulted by the violent guy again. It was all because he had doubted himself and his abilities a bit. And that 'a bit' was apparently enough for Haiizaki guy to pierce his claws into his confident and scratch it painfully.

In that time, he wasn't the only one shining in the gymnasium. He was the sun on the court, but there was another strong light coming from the viewers,

probably,

no, definitely

from where the Seirin members were sitting. And to be exact, the strong light that was almost as blinding as his, belonged to a certain red head that sat beside his former blue-haired teammate. It was this strange shiner with that even stranger double colored hair that reminded him who he was, The ace of Kaijou, Kise Ryouta, The shining sun on the court. He could never realize how that guy's light had strengthened his.

'It doesn't have any thing to do with Physics I learned at school!'was what he always said to himself when ever his mind got tired of the intensive amount of thoughts that carried probabilities and conjectures. 'It's Kagamicchi after all!'He came to conclude each time.

This time, it was about his family, the family that once had been so warm, and Kise believed he had saved up his warmth from there. He couldn't let it go now. Even if the other members didn't understand him or what he believed. He tried. It wasn't that simple though. But all his attempts finally came to fruit. And the fruit was tasted really sweet to him. The result was the family trip they were going to take which he had informed every one about it, this morning. He seemed so happy, so alive, so safe, sohealthy.

And here they were now. The five of them. Standing in the waiting hall. Akashi was the one who had told them all about it. And here they were now. In the Tokyo Central Hospital...

A tall man with a white uniform came out of the surgery room. He was probably on of the surgeon who had operated one of them, one of the Kises.

Akashi walked to him. He wasn't sure if he wanted to be the first one to hear about their conditions, specially with the four pair of eyes that were moving awkwardly between him and the surgeon. But the responsibility he still felt towards his former teammates made him to. Made him to walk to the doctor and suffer hearing the news. He hoped the news were going to be good, telling them that the whole family had passed the dangerous point and that they were now all safe. But he couldn't be a dreamer. He needed to be realistic and face the reality.

'Damn the reality!' He screamed in his mind. It was time for the doctor to explain.

"What is your relationship with them?" The doctor said, with a little crack in his voice. If they had been all deafs through their lives, the crack in the doctor's voice now seemed as audible as a sharp shout to them.

"We're... friends." He almost choked. His head came lower and his eyes fell on one of the buttons of the doctor's uniform. He wasn't being himself, and every one was observing that. No, no one could call the way his head moved lower an instinctive act that any one in his situation would do. He was't every one. He was Akashi.And right now the great Akashi Seijouro was cursing for ever being born in the Akashi family. He was cursing the universe for leading himto such a situation. He wanted to back up. To run away. And to lose his memory and never hear about the story of "The happy blond who once decided to bring his family members back together and go a trip with them the way they some times went to short trips by his dad's car when he was a young kid, but ended up in a horrible car accident and..."

And?...

What was going to happen next? Akashi was supposed to want to run away and forget every thing, but he was already pleading to know how the story would end. He was begging for a good ending. And maybe that made him stay, and do what ever it brought him to settle every thing to a good ending. Just how stupid could he be? He neededto create a good ending. Even if the fate was going against him, he would fight with it. He would take his life on it, money was just shit.

The doctor sighed. Oh no... Oh no... another bad sign...

"I'm sorry," He whispered. What was with him?! It was like he had lost his friend! Akashi felt like punching the poor man right now. This lowlife doc didn't understand. He couldn't understand. He hadn't been the one to suffer all those worries. He hadn't been the one to be dead worried. He couldn't understand how it felt to have a very dear friend under the hands of surgeons. The only thing he had to do was to put his life in order to not to let his patients pass away in the surgery room. And he didn't even tried his best for that. This was making the red haired go insane.

"What do you MEAN!" His hands curled into fists.

The surgeon's eyes went round. He gulped.

"Akashi!" Aomine could always recognize these kind of situations. The times when blood could make a man's eyes blind and make him act like a wild beast. He stepped towards the pair, but froze when two other men with white uniforms and one with glasses came out of the surgery room.

All eyes turned on them. They'd better have good news, or Akashi would swear to beat their souls out of their bodies. The men stopped almost a step away from Akashi, the one standing closer, adjusted his glasses.

"Akashi-san," He sarted. "We did all we could do."

No, that was not what Akashi wanted to hear, and the man had made a big mistake. A big mistake, in the worsttime.

Akashi's body loosened, and that wasn't a good sign. His locks were covering his eyes, as to lead every one to think that he was at the verge of explosion. Not that he would react hot-headed like Aomine, it was even worse, scarier. Only his piercing gaze could melt a human being, let alone his... scissors... His head rose, revealing the deepest and most scary frown any one had ever seen in his face.

"B-but..." The other man started. "We managed to save one of them!"
All the attention was now on the new speaking man, including Aomine. He didn't exactly know what was going on. After seeing Akashi's text message about the accident, Tetsu had called him to ask whether he had received Akashi's message. He was confused. Really confused. All of that looked just unbelievable to him. He was in the hospital, but that didn't mean that he was aware of what was going on.

Akashi wasn't a joker, the message that he had sent to him seemed real enough, and the call from Tetsu made sense.

And now he was standing in the waiting hall of the Tokyo Central Hospital. Ksie had called him in the morning, probably around eight, he didn't know. He was just annoyed because the blond had disturbed his morning nap. He hadn't even bothered to look who was calling him. All he did was to answer the call and let out the nastiest and dirtiest word he had in his mind. But he had jumped up fully awake when the blond on the other side of the line had shouted crazily saying some nonsense about his family and a trip by car and whatever that Aomine was to annoyed to bother to listen or even hear. Kise... His family... A trip by car... Akashi's message seven hours later... A car accident... The hospital... The surgeon's expressions... There were no missing pieces of the puzzle that Aomine's mind had been trying to do, but it was now too tired to put them all together. Or no, was too afraid to put them together. but every thing was too damned for Aomine Daiki or his non-used brain too escape the truth.

His brain had stopped, giving up against its self. The pieces of puzzle now seemed to be finding their places in his mind by themselves.

It wasn't Aomine's will anymore. The puzzle hadchosen to show him the reality. And now, the puzzle was done, and Aomine was trying his best not to shiver. He was the master of his body all that time and his whole being now seemed to be fighting against him. Every thing made sense now.

"But we managed to save one of them!" ... "To save one of them!"... "One of them!"... "One of..."

Aomine gulped. The last thing he wanted was to feel sick in his stomach. One of them jad survived. That meant that all of the others were dead. Like... really dead...

"Which one?..." His own voice surprised him. The surgeons looked at him. They could see that the will of murdering in his eyes wasn't any better that Akashi's. The taller man adjusted his glasses again.

"I SAID WHICH ONE!"

"Aomine-kun!" A hand gripped his wrist tightly. He hardly looked back to see Tetsu's teary eyes.

Just to make sure nothing awful was going to happen, Midorima and Murasakibara walked closer to them to immediately stop any incoming attacks. It was weird of Aomine. First acting maturely and walking to Akashi so then he could stop him if he tried to use his scissors and now acting worse than a beast.

"W-well..." The shorter one mumbled.

"Spit it out now, man!" Aomine tried to raise his hand, but found it locked in Tutsu's strangely hard grip.

"It's the... the y-younger male... probably the son..."...

A/N: I need your feedback. Please let me know your ideas.