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Kagami P.O.V.

"Hey… where did Kuroko go?" Riko asked as we all trailed out of the changing room.

"He's probably around here somewhere," I said dismissively, waving my hand through the air as if to brush the question away. I went and slumped against one of the bleachers, tugging my sneakers on so that I could start heading out for a late lunch.

"Maji Burger?" Kiyoshi called, grinning widely as he caught my eagerness to leave. "Mind if we join?"

"We?"

"We're all hungry, dude," Hyuuga laughed, putting his outdoor shoes on too.

"Fast food actually seems appealing for once," Riko agreed, a smile on her face. She placed her hands on her hips after a few seconds though, her brows once again lowering into a frown. "No, he's definitely not here. Where's Kuroko run off to?"

"Dunno, he said he had somewhere to be," I yawned, pushing myself back onto my feet. "Well, you all coming or what? Kuroko will be fine. He's a grown boy, after all."

"Yeah, coming," Riko muttered, not really sounding convinced. The others all grabbed their bags and together we all walked out, chattering away about senseless nothing as we went to go and grab a bite to eat.

Though, now that I look back on it, I wish I had called Kuroko just to check on him.

Kuroko P.O.V.

The first thing that alerted me to their presence was the tension.

I had been walking down the path towards the court when I paused mid-step, closing my eyes for a second so that I could lower the rate of my heart beat. The vital organ was thrumming harshly against my ribcage, making everything inside of me feel tight and painful. I sucked in a lungful of air but found my throat clenching up, the oxygen much thicker than I last remembered it.

When was the last time we had all gathered?

I pushed the thought to the back of my head and forced myself to continue down the path. I could see the old wire fence that ran around it and I found myself dragging my feet, the only visible sign of distress on my otherwise blank form.

I glanced around the corner of the last building before me, staring through the wire fence at the five vivid figures waiting around beyond it. At the sight of them, I had to suck in a long, calming breath and push past the fear. I began walking the distance towards the opening in the gate, keeping my gaze trained on the ground in case I locked eyes with any of the others. Stepping onto the court, I felt a huge wave of pressure begin to fall on my shoulders, the intensity of their stares pulling on my soul.

But the second I raised my head, that pressure disappeared.

Five pairs of brightly coloured eyes met mine, four of them making a little of the tightness in my chest ebb away. Kise smiled at me, something akin to an apology flashing through his yellow irises. Murasakibara seemed relatively distant as usual but that friendly familiarity was still there. Aomine, still trying to hold an air of distance from me, just gave me a curt nod before he uncomfortably looked away. Midorima was the last I looked at, seeing that he was by far the quietest and most reserved of all of them. Of course, that meant only one thing.

Akashi's news wasn't going to be good.

"Tetsuya," my old captain called, his cool voice making me cringe on the inside. I slowly raised my gaze, pressure once again pushing down on my shoulders as I met the mismatched eyes of Akashi. He was the only one amongst our old team that had not undergone a transformation in the last few months. He had not changed his views since Teiko in any way, shape or form.

I had lost to him, after all.

"Akashi," I murmured, nodding my head. I kept my inner thoughts to myself, my outside nothing but a blank canvas just as I had been taught to do in Teiko. Amusement filled his red and golden orbs before he beckoned for me to come closer, obviously pointing out the distance I had made between myself and the others.

"You're later than I thought," he murmured, almost in thought as he allowed his hands to lazily rest in his pockets. His sharp eyes took in everything, not a single detail being able to escape him. "But you came nonetheless, just as I knew you would."

"What's this about, Akashi?" I asked quietly, my gaze flickering over to the other quiet members of our old team before coming back to rest on our captain.

"No proper greeting?" he asked, mouth curling up at the side in a half smile. "Tetsuya, that's not like you. Are you not happy to see us all together?"

"What's this about?" I repeated, something about his words sparking a sense of unease inside of me.

"I went to so much effort, Tetsuya," he sighed, crossing his arms with a tired shake of his head. "I brought us all together just for you. Weren't you the one that wanted us all to be together just like we used to?"

"What is this about?" I repeated one last time, an unnecessary amount of force leaking out into my words. Akashi noticed the frustrated and frightened edge in my voice, a smirk once again filling his features.

"I've decided to revoke my orders," he finally answered, red and golden eyes glittering in amusement.

I felt frustration once again surge within me, not understanding what he meant. I went to ask him to clarify when a flicker of movement caught my attention, my body freezing as a warm hand was placed on my shoulder.

"Kurokocchi…" Kise murmured, sad eyes staring down at me. "…You can't… be at Seirin anymore…"

A start went through me and I yanked my shoulder out of his grip. I slowly backed away from the group, a crack in my unapproachable façade appearing. Kise's words rang throughout my mind but I refused to acknowledge them, the whole situation just not making sense.

"What is this?" I demanded, my temper soon replacing the unease in my chest. I narrowed my eyes at my old team mates, trying not to acknowledge the sadness in their vividly coloured orbs.

"The Winter Cup gave me a vision," Akashi continued, a rather indifferent expression coming over his face as he turned to stare out over the street. "It made me realise just how strange it is that all of us, the team that only ever won together, had to battle it out on opposing teams. Tell me you all didn't feel a pang of unease at fighting your own people."

No-one answered him, the lot of us either too scared to object or unable to call the statement a lie. I noticed somewhere dully in the back of my head that the others were refusing to meet my horrified gaze, making a trill of fear arc down my spine.

"I gave you all the ability to split away and have a break for a while," the red-head stated, his tone taking on a sense of finality. "You all got to lull about and play to your content to the extent that majority of you ended up losing to our previous Shadow." Red and golden eyes met mine and I felt myself flinch, something deeper in that gaze that made me feel like prey before him. "My orders for us all to be on separate teams ends as of now."

"What does… what does that even mean?" I asked quietly, eyes wide in horror at what I was hearing.

That smirk again; utterly infuriating and trying to lull me into a false sense of security. "It means the Generation of Miracles will be quitting their high school teams," he answered as if it were the simplest thing in the world. "And will be returning to the team that we formed when we were back at Teiko. The Generation of Miracles will be coming back together."

I felt my heart freeze in my chest, my legs going weak at the sudden shock. Against my will, my face revealed the hurt and horror that the situation brought. I backed away, my head screaming at me to run away as fast as I could and pretend that Akashi hadn't said the words.

But I was caught in that one golden eye.

"Do you not like that idea, Tetsuya?" Akashi asked, feigning surprise as he stared me down. "I don't see why. This is all for you, after all. You wanted us all back together, the way we used to be."

"I… don't want this," I whispered, voice hitching as I dared a glance at the others. I found only sympathy and pity reflected back at me and I felt my turmoil grow, knowing that no-one else was willing to stand up to our captain.

"Are you defying me?"

A cold shudder ran down my spine, my vision dropping down to my shoes as that pressure once again pushed against me. I heard footsteps approach and I seemed to shrink, wishing and willing myself to completely disappear so that I could escape Akashi's wrath.

"Tetsuya… look at me."

The cool, almost gentle voice whispered past my ears and I felt my body become caught in its web. Unwillingly, my head raised, eyes meeting the blank, unapproachable pair that was barely a few centimetres from my own. I froze in fear, body unable to make a move to move away or defend itself. A hand slowly rose and grabbed my chin, nails biting deeply into my skin.

"My orders…" Akashi whispered, breath blowing across my nose and sending my nerves alight. "…Are absolute. Or have you forgotten that after being at Seirin so long?"

My throat closed up, no words being able to make it past the lump that had suddenly seemed to form. I wanted to yell and scream and fight against his orders but my insides were already withering into submission. I was not a person that was born to go against my captain.

No, I was born to follow him for life.

"Be grateful," he suddenly stated, releasing me. "You can all continue at your high schools. But if it gets in the way of our team, it will become a rule that you must all transfer to Rakuzan to attend with me. Is that understood?"

No one made a move to answer, all words having been frozen in our throats before they could develop. Akashi merely nodded his head and dismissed us, disappearing down the street before I could create a single coherent thought.

"Kurokocchi…?"

I snapped out of my daze, heart leaping into my throat as I turned silently towards the other miracles. None of them were happy about it and yet none of them had offered even the most remote amount of support. Without so much as a word, I turned away from the pity and empathy in their eyes and raced down the street, almost as if I were trying to outrun the whole situation.

The entire time I ran, I knew I wouldn't be able to go against Akashi. Every second that passed, I came to realise just what kind of trap I had walked into. With every heavy, laboured breath that passed my lips I felt myself falling deeper and deeper into my pit of despair.

And I came to realise something else entirely.

I really had lost against Akashi.