Akashi Seijuro stood on his balcony, arms resting tentatively on the railings. Although he was now a man of 20, he stood only a few centimetres taller than he did when he was in Teiko. He looked much the same – ruby red hair, imposing eyes – both the normal one and the golden one focused sharply, almost as if analysing the best way to destroy you. The easiest way, he had come to realise, was with his looks. Akashi didn't have the traditional beauty of Kise, yet he did have a spark in his eyes and a look of attractive intelligence around him. His regular basketball playing had his body in shape, smooth muscles twisting like tree roots. This; due to his research an experiments, was a lady killer. Not that he'd want to kill him; unless they opposed him. He was absolute.
Akashi was in familiar settings – the expensive mansion where he had grown up as a boy and now lived as a man. The winding, concrete driveway led down to the large iron gate – the very gate his future would soon be walking through. This is what frightened Akashi.
He was a man of logic and the mind. Usually, he was cool, calm and calculated. Yet this undivided feeling of hopelessness and excitement was boiling in side him. It was annoying, actually. Love, they say, is a chemical reaction. But that still didn't explain why Akashi felt giddy. It was annoying, but he knew he wouldn't rest until he got what he wanted – the man he'd loved since middle school.
That was why tonight was the night. He would throw the party of all parties. All the basketball teams containing the Generation of Miracles would come. He was sure of it. They wouldn't disobey his summons. All of them – Kise, Midorima, Aomine, Murasakibara and Kuroko. Kuroko.
No rules. No regulations. Over fifty rooms in his house. The night was not yet born, and Kuroko would soon be his.
Akashi turned away.
Yes. He would succeed. He was the Emperor, after all. He was absolute.