Prolog
Summary: Seijuuro suffers since his childhood of a mental disorder, which have caused his split personality.
With the help of psychiatrist and friends he tries to overcome the voices in his head.
Could a person who suffers a mental disorder be able, to know what 'love' is?
Pairing: Akakuro (main Pairing); slight NijiAka; slight KagaKuro (later)
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Akashi Corporation.
I hate that word.
I hate everything which is associated with that word.
Well, hate is a too strong word, so I will use dislike instead- it also suits the situation perfectly.
There are so many things in this world which I do dislike. Most of it comes because of how my father raises me up. Mom died very early. I remember her only barely. So my childhood wasn't that normal. Normal fathers always truthfully care for their children, care about their childrens own choices.
Seito is not one of those fathers.
-asdf-
"Well Akashi-kun, it's really sad to know that your father is one of those kinds, but I bet he cares for you. Maybe in a different way, you know?"
A man in his late 40s sits in a large white room. He wears a nice blouse without knits. On the table which he shares with the red haired child, lies many documents and drawing pictures on it's side.
"Father never compliments my drawings. He doesn't even take his time to even look at it. Heh, father has almost hit me once when I laid one of my drawings on his desk as a surprise... He later said that he doesn't want any of it on his desk".
Tears were visibly forming on the corners of the child's eyes as he recalls the day. The man picks one of those drawing up to have a closer look.
"You indeed draw amazingly, that's obvious. The outburst of your father must come because of the daily stress he have to go through, as a leader of a company. That job is really brain wrecking you know? So don't feel sad about it just forget that incident, Akashi-kun".
He smiled at the child before he reaches his hand to ruffle his hand through those soft red locks affectionately.
"No one would hate such an adorable polite child like you, Akashi-kun!"
The said child began to blush excessive of the sudden compliment, while the man gaze back to the drawings on the desk and examine the latest drawing picture.
On the picture you could see two people. One with fierce red hair and sport clothing and the other with long lavender colored hair. The lavender haired boy was drawn taller and both have identical sports clothing. The man stares at the picture a bit longer before he point his finger at the person the drawing.
"Well Akashi-kun, could it be that this here is your 'friend' ?"
Large ruby red eyes stares a bit puzzled at the picture.
"No, that's not him. This is Murasakibara. He is my friend at school, he was the person who suggested I should wear identical cloth on our official friends day. So we went to this park to play basketball. I already told you that my friend which bothers me looks very similar to me and Murasakibara don't look similar to me at all!"
"Mah Mah Akashi-kun please calm down, you know, I am an old man, I come to forget things so I need to refresh informations so I won't forget it easily. Ah look at the clock- the session will end in some minutes. Akashi-kun please continue your diary and be a good boy and tell me if something happens, like what you and your 'friend' talks about, okay? I look forward to our next session!"
"Okay, I will and thank you, Watanabe-san"
I thought, after all those sessions, it would have made me at least feel a bit relieved. So why do I still feel frustrated, uneasy and tired now?
-asdf-
Opposite the building I can see my personal limousine, which waits for me like every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Such privilege makes me feel mad and free-less. I hate it so much...
"Welcome back, young master!".
In front of the big doors stood two young maids, who greeted their young master in synch. One of them took the backpack of the kid, while the other held the hand of the red haired boy to accompany him to the diner hall.
"Seijuuro. Welcome home. Did the session went well this time?".
A man in his late 30s sits on a big expensive chair. The diner hall was big compared to the entrance hall. At mid day when the weather is good, the room will be floated with bright light through the big long windows of the diner hall. In this room are flower pictures decorated from artist most known in France. People who eats here also will get a pleasant look of the shrubs garden. In the middle of the room you can see a long luxurious wood table. Three chairs on both left and right sides. While the big expensive chair lays at the front of the table. A beautiful glass chandeliers is stuck on the ceiling.
"The session was okay. By the way I am not hungry father, so may I go to my room now, please?".
Shy little fingers are playing with the hem of his white blouse.
The face of the old Akashi starts to become cramped and tensed, while staring directly at his only son.
"Not hungry-?"
Irritation lays obvious in the older mans voice. He can't stand how fragile his own son looks. It reminds him so much of his deceased wife.
"Eat at least this chicken salad. Then you can go to your room and finish your homework's. Look at Shintarou for example. He is at the same age as you and is much stronger and bigger than you. Will you want to look this ridiculous forever?"
"No, father."
"Hn."
Deep down, Seijuuro has regretted to have introduced Midorima to his father. Since that time he didn't stop comparing his own son to his green haired friend.
Learning from his own little fault, he decide to not introduce Murasakibara to his father. That will be his first secret as a 7 years old elementary student.
Somehow he also has a feeling that his father will not be approved of Murasakibara. From appearance to that behavior of the purple haired sweet-tooth...
A/n: Prolog is now finished.