(A/N): Sorry for the late update. Ideas only started hitting me yesterday. :P

"Sei~" A cheerful Furihata calls out sweetly to his lover.

"Kouki? This is? Am I dreaming?" Akashi looks around him, trying to fully grasp the current situation. They're in a spacious square room with no stain to be spotted on the pure white walls

"That's right. Sei, there are somethings I want to ask you but whether you answer or not it's up to you." Continuing with the sweet tone, Furihata closes the distance between the two little by little as he speaks and sensing no signs of disapproval in Akashi's silence, he goes on.

"Will you make love to me? Here and now?"

"W-what?! Do you even know what you're saying?! Plus, this is a dream, there's no way we can do such a thing in this situation!" The red-headed male declines the offer immediately.

"You can feel good in a dream as well. See~" The god who's suppose to be invincible ends up on the ground within seconds even though logically, Furihata shouldn't be able to accomplish this impossible task. However, since this is a dream, logic doesn't apply to anything whatsoever.

"What do you think yo-! Mph! Kou-! Mah. Let go of me! Kuu. Furihata Kouki, let go of me this instance!" Akashi scold at the boy who's pinning him down from above and forcefully kissing him.

"Why? Don't you love me? Why don't you ever move a move on me? Am I not enough to satisfy you? Am I not qualified?" Furihata slowly loosens his grip and moves away to sit still on the ground. His expression softens and tears are running down his cheeks. He franticly starts to wipe them off and soon afterwards, his boyfriend pulls him to lean on his shoulder.

"Is that seriously something you've been worrying about?" Akashi asks as he gently wipes the other's tears and plants a kiss on the male's forehead during the process.

"Yes, it's true that I've never made a move on you and whether I want to admit it or not, the reason was because I was scared. I was scared that it was too early to advance the relationship to the next level and that I was the only one who wanted to do it. I didn't want to push my feelings onto you. Sorry. I'm really sorry. I should of at least asked you. It wasn't my intention to have you feel those negative thoughts."

"Y-you're forgiven..." The male who finally stopped crying softly whispers as he snuggles against the other's chest and hugs him tightly.

"By any chance, are you extremely embarrassed right now?" Furihata nods in response and his face heats up even more.

"And this is only my guess but, this is not just a simply dream right? You're the real deal and not just an illusion that my brain created. So technically speaking, this isn't a dream but a separate dimension built by another being." The know-it-all shares his theory which was then confirmed by the brunet with another nod.

"You're still the same, Sei. I can't hide anything from you, can I?"

"I don't bear the status as your boyfriend for nothing, you know? So, why did Kuroko send you here?" Akashi ruffles the silky brown hair in a playful manner.

"To prank you but really though, it felt like I was the one being pranked. Well, at the end, I still got to see you so it's fine." The brunet flashes a genuine smile and for the first time since that "night", Akashi feels alive; although the sense of guilt is still with him. Furihata's previous actions left a great extent of bitterness and regrets. He wish he had treated his beloved with more care and expressed his love more often. Regardless of the negative thoughts and the pain within his chest, the crimson eyed male guides Furihata's left hand to his lips and makes contact with the ring finger.

"Unfortunately, I couldn't make you an 'Akashi' although Akashi Kouki would of been a wonderful name for you. Won't you agree, Kou-chan?" Blushing madly at his lover's action and words, the chihuahua is at lost for words. He opens his mouth several times but he can't seem to find the right words to express his current self and instead, a new idea pops up in his head.

"S-sei-chan...H-how's that!" Furihata makes a nickname comeback or so he think he did, and looks at his boyfriend with eyes sparkling with anticipation and determination.

"Was that a comeback? I don't dislike the new nickname though. Can you repeat it?" Quite the amount of self control was needed for Akashi to not giggle at such a cute behavior.

"Hey, d-don't mock me!"

"Oh, so you can't? Kou-chan." The god urges Furihata to go on as he puts on his playful smirk.

"I can! S - "

"S?"

"S -sei-chan. Sei-chan! Sei..." The brunet repeats the nickname two more times and stares at Akashi for a response.

"Yes?" Akashi beams a sweet smile, fully aware of what's following up next. Furihata's cheeks flushes fiercely, not knowing how to react to such a charming smile.

"How did I even survive whole two years with you? I'm going to have a heart attack..." The blushing male whines.

"Oh, what should I do? My Kou-chan is too cute."

"Sorry, but your time is up" A similar voice echoes within the enclosed space. It was the voice of Kuroko Tetsuya.

"It'll be dangerous if this continues. This is the time limit." The third party's warning rings in the background as the temporary dimension collapses and perishes into the darkness.

Akashi springs up from his laying position and beads of sweat is rolling down his face. He pants heavily and recalls the "dream" he just had.

"Kouki..." He murmurs under his breath while he gets out of bed and heads to the bathroom to tidy up. However, a horrific scream stops his track and a crashing noise soon follows, causing a sudden morning uproar. The crimson colored hair male looks in the direction from where the commotion came from, Furihata's bedroom. Another loud cry came from the room and Akashi rushes to turn the doorknob only to realize that the door is locked.

"Kouki! What's happening?! Open the door!" He yell commands through the blocking structure but only more cries are presented. Not having much of an option, the god raises his right palm toward the doorknob and shouts out the key words.

"Perdere!" The knob dissolves into dust and slowly fades into thin air. The door slams open to reveal Furihata kneeling on the floor with both of his hands gripping onto his head. His mouth is wide open, probably gasping for oxygen and saliva is ready to escape anytime. The boy suddenly goes unconscious and his body hits the solid floor with a flop.

"Kouki!"

"Why would you permit such dangerous meeting?"

"Isn't the answer obvious? Because it's amusing."

Two gods are having a conversation in a special room that no force in existence could break into, the conference room of heaven. One is the God of Healing and the other is the God of God. The god who rules above all the remaining gods, the leader and also the ruler of the whole universe.

"You really have a terrible personality. Just what happened to you?" The healer protests with a deep sigh.

"Hm? Do you have any problem with this 'terrible personality' of mine?" The head stares into the healer's eyes with a dark aura and an overwhelming power filling up the room.

"I won't dare to go against you in any way. You're the ultimate commander, everything you do and say are absolute. Pretty similar to the old 'him', don't you think?"

"'Him'? You mean Seijuro? Haha, don't joke around me. That low-life was never near being absolute and nor would he ever be absolute. But you see, he could of been absolute if only he didn't let some useless human drag him down. With that weakness, I can push him into the endless pit of hell with just one word. What a pathetic god!" The God of God only attend to affairs if it is amusing to him. He'll turn his back to any incident that doesn't trigger the excitement within him.

"So, you're trying to push him into hell?"

"Nah, I'll let him experience something that's even worse than hell. I'll prepare a quicksand full of despair and drown him in it. I'll get to see all of his pride and hope crumbling into nothing. He's destined to see his beloved murdered right in front of him in the most inhumane way and all he can do is sit back and enjoy. First, the chihuahua would be skinned alive and both his eyes would be dug out. They'll be polished with the finest skills and the end result would be a pair of fascinating eyeball rings. All his inner organs would eaten raw by the starving creatures from hell and the bones would be assembled together to become my new chair. His hair would be used to create ink brushes for me and of course, the ink would be his blood! Oh and most importantly, his dick! I'll flatten it out with Seijuro watching at point blank distance. The flattened out dick will then be framed and hung in Seijuro's room! I'll make it so that he can't go anywhere else besides that room and prevent him from suiciding in any way. Oh, oh, oh! Even better! The newly created products from Kouki's body would all be put into that low-life's room instead! Haha...Ha...Hahaha..." The absolute ruler breaks into a psychopathic laugh, which send chills down the spine of the other god.

This...This is going way too overboard! Just what in the world happened to him?! It's not like I've changed in any ridiculous way...So why? Why did he turn into someone this messed up?! Such thoughts flow through the healer's mind as he listens to the ear-piercing laughter.

(A/N): Perdere is just the Latin word for destroy. I wonder if I have to rate the story with a M now because of the violent and messed up things I'm writing...Another apologize since this chapter is a bit short (and the flow feels weird). I'd also like to thank Cerberos for another encouraging review :D