WELCOME BAAAAACK TO THE SEVENTH UPDATE OF KANKAN! WHOA, lots of happenings here and there now, Hak is missing, the AOKISE twins met their parents(or at least one of the two), Aomine is having marital problems, Furihata and Akashi are starting to form a fued, the Kagakuro is still confused! But wait there is MORE! Things will be more complicated from here on so guys have you put your seatbelts on, how about a tissue box? More and more surprises are on it's way and it's getting more intense but more importantly we need to know what exactly pushed the kids into the LION UNIVERSEEEE! *wipes sweat* Whoa that was a lot, right?

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Chapter 7: Hyacinth

It is a quiet morning in the Emerald Palace, luckily today the green haired prince found no work in his desk. As the kind and gentle morning sun peers in through the tall windows of the hallways, Midorima listens to the sound of his own footsteps as his arms longs to hold only one. It won't be too long, he thought to himself as he closes in at the familiar aviary.

When the door to the aviary opens Midorima is greeted with a sound of melodious laughts, quietly he approaches the two figures standing in the middle of the room. Takao chuckles oblivious of Midorima's presence. His sweet and kind smile is directed at a child who is pointing at the mighty hawk circling above them. In the past few days since Jun's arrival, Takao had been much gentle and tender and though honestly for the prince it is not easy to believe that this child is his—somehow. However he couldn't deny Takao to be a mother to the child.

Midorima couldn't help but to find the scene endearing, his lips curls to a smile and a warm sensation spreads in his chest.

Wouldn't it be great if he could be truly be…his.

"Ah, Shin-chan!"

Midorima blinks out of his reverie and finds Takao smiling at him.

"Good morning." Midorima replies curtly.

Takao smiles and Jun bows her head to Midorima. The prince approaches the two quietly. Takao is wearing a simple green hanbok with black accents while Jun is wearing a yukata of a similar color. The matching color is quite adorable making the two look really close to each other.

"You are early." Midorima says quietly, "What are you two doing here?"

"Ah I promised Jun I'd take her here." Takao says before turning to his daughter, "Right?"

The little girl nods before taking something out of the sleeves of her yukata and giving it to Midorima. The prince blinks at the gesture before taking the item. A folded paper.

"I drew it for Papa."

Midorima unfolded the paper and stares at the most beautiful sketch of himself and Takao. Takao in the picture is sitting on a chair while Midorima stood behind him with a small almost unnoticeable smile. For a child no more than probably eight of age, Jun is quite an artist. Midorima has seen pictures drawn with this precision from men of arts who took decades of studying, however Jun…Jun is just a child.

Unable to help himself, Midorima smiles genuinely making Takao's eyes wide and Jun blush.

"It's excellent." Midorima says before putting a hand over the little girl's head. "You are gifted."

"P…Papa…"

Midorima's hand quickly retracted upon realizing tears starting to fall in the little girl's eyes.

"W-What…D-Did I say something wrong?" Midorima finds himself saying.

Ah, how awfully familiar those tearful silver blue eyes are to Takao's. Midorima feels his heart tighten at the sight of the crying little girl.

"J-Jun, i-is something the matter?" Takao asks.

Jun shakes her head, unable to speak the truth. How could she tell them that this is the very first time she has ever heard her father praise him? How could she tell them that this is the very first time she has ever felt the warmth of his father's hand? Tears stream down uncontrollably from her eyes as images flash from the back of her mind…days when she needed this.

Lost in his panic and confusion, Midorima takes Jun and lifts the crying child in his arms. Much to Takao's surprise Jun doesn't retaliates from the gesture and instead wraps her arms around the neck of the prince infamous for his insensitivity and cold heart. Midorima puts a soothing hand over the child's small back.

"Is she alright?" Takao asks as he puts his hand over Midorima's hand on Jun's back.

"I don't know what happened." Midorima answers honestly. "She seems as emotional as her mother."

Takao quickly pouts and furrows his eyebrows at the prince, "I'm not emotional."

Midorima hums and stares at the Hawk Child.

"Of course."

"Papa."

Midorima glances at Jun, he hesitates for a second but answers her anyways.

"Yes?"

Midorima blinks as he finds no answer but instead Jun tightens his hold in him. It was as if…she longs for this. Midorima is not stupid not to realize something is wrong…something is wrong about the Midorima from the Veil, if that is not the case his daughter wouldn't have been like this. Midorima sighs and looks at Takao who only purses his lips, his eyes reflected a sad but understanding mother.

Without thinking Midorima finds himself reaching to hold Takao's hand. If Takao could only truly have a child with him…he is sure he would be a pleasant, kind, tender, understanding mother to their child.

"Shin-chan?" Takao whispers as Midorima lifts their entwined hands.

"Kazunari."

Takao blushes, Midorima don't often call him by his first name, usually he only does when he is comforting him or…well—

"S-Shin-chan…what is it?"

Midorima takes their entwined hands to his lips and kisses Takao's ring finger.

"Marry me."

Takao freezes in his spot, his eyes wide at the prince's words…right in front of their daughter….Midorima Shintaro is proposing him to be…to be his? Takao could hear the loud drumming of his heart against his chest. He and Midorima may have been very close for a long time now, technically for Takao it's impossible to live without the Prince but he never thought the same would go for Midorima. His lips tremble and his eyes feel warm with tears threatening to slip from his eyes.

"I…I would…love that."

Midorima's eyes widen at Takao's answer as if he didn't expect it which made Takao chuckle. Jun pulls away from Midorima's hold and with tears stained face she smiles wide and gestures for Takao to come closer. Jun then pulls them together for a tight hug.

A hug she never thought she'd ever have.

For once…her family is complete.

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"Is there something you wish to tell me?"

Jun blinks and realizes the source of voice behind her. She bows her head quickly upon spotting Midorima standing by the door of her room, the Prince stood there with an unreadable expression and arms cross over his chest. The green haired girl steps away from her desk as Midorima steps in.

"Papa…I-I mean, Y-Your Highness."

"It's alright." Midorima says, "Whichever you feel like."

Jun smiles a bit and sits in the edge of her bed.

"Do you have something to say?" Midorima asks again as he steps closer to Jun.

Midorima stares at his daughter, she has inherited her mother's eyes and this allows Midorima to see right through those expressive pools of silver and blue. They were as emotional as his mother's .

"I-It's nothing, please do not worry yourself with me Your Highness." Jun says.

Midorima sighs and pulls a seat facing the little girl. The gesture makes Jun's eyes wide. When Midorima sits down on the chair he looks up at Jun.

When they were younger and anyone amongst them siblings find themselves in a heap of trouble or problem, their father would often call them to their office privately. He would leave all of his prior agendas and meetings just to sit down and listen to them. He might have not been the best father, he may have his fair share of his faults but he was a father when he was needed.

Midorima doesn't know much about comforting people, or making them feel at ease, he learned how to rule before learning to make friends and be kind. Living with Takao has changed that part of him, it is as if his eyes unconsciously notes every single changes, every small quirk or lapses—his tone, his smiles, the way his eyebrows wrinkles and moves, the way he puts his hands together when he is nervous. Takao made him look out for others, be concerned, be more gentle and kinder—things he never knew he was capable of.

"You have the same eyes as your…as Ta…as Kazunari." Midorima clears his throat as he sees Jun still looking down. "Those expressive eyes can't possibly lie to me, speak up Jun."

Jun trembles as the she hears her name from Midorima—with his father's voice.

"Something happened back in the Veil, right?"

Jun stays silent.

"I'm not forcing you tell me anything. However, Takao would be worried if he realizes you are hiding something."

"Mama?"

"He's not stupid." Midorima ays sighing, "He will surely find out soon."

Jun debates with herself, she curls her hands to a fist as warm tears starts to build in the side of her eyes.

"What happened at the Veil?"

"The truth is…" Jun closes her eyes as she tries to remember the last time she saw her father. "I've never seen Papa for a long time."

Midorima's eyes widen.

"Your father…Me?"

Jun nods, "Papa works in a hospital…he works a lot. Papa is always busy."

"I am a physician in that world?"

Jun chuckles and nods.

"Papa saves lots of lives…a lot except one." Jun says looking down on her hands, "Since then…Papa isnt the same anymore…he became busier…and busier."

Jun feels a hot tear drops down in her clenched fist. She remembers the sound of her mother's desperate voice in her head asking her father to stay and at least say hello to her. She remember the cold glance her father gave her when he saw her standing at the stairs.

Midorima Shintaro, the husband of Midorima-Takao Kazunari, might have forgotten he has a daughter.

Even how much she tries to make her appeal pleasant, a good, smart, gullible child, a child anyone would be proud of…his father still did not return home. She could barely remember the last time she heard him say her name, or received a praise from him.

Midorima sat across Jun who is crying her heart out. Midorima doesn't need for her to spell it out for him to know that the Midorima from the Veil failed to be a father to her. His heart cracks at the thought of leaving everything to Takao, discarding their child.

He broke her heart first before any other men could.

How could he say sorry, Midorima thought to himself. He felt ashamed and disgusted over the man who shares the same soul as him, share the same face, voice and name. He isn't a man, no man would have abandoned their child and make them feel so unwanted, there is no better place for those kind of men than in the depths of earth with the lowest creatures, with the rotting mess of earth, with the worms and the dirt.

The green haired prince stood and walks up to his daughter before putting her in his arms.

He wanted to apologize for the man who shares the same soul as him, for not being man enough, for not being there when his child needed him, for putting tears in those eyes.

What he would do to make things right for her.

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Takao finds himself walking down the hallways to Jun's room. He still hasn't recovered much from Midorima's sudden proposal. The man had truly never been good at foreshadowing, he's always the kind of person who takes people by surprise and just do as he pleases. Perhaps it is due to how Midorima was brought up, being the second in line after Akashi in the throne, he was surely been treated well. He is a prince of his own palace as well and perhaps that adds to the fact that he is shameless to propose to people his own plans.

Midorima often called him wilful, but in truth, if there is anyone who is impulsive among them it has to be the prince. Takao stops by the hallway and looks towards the window where the early afternoon sun shines proudly. The day, Midorima took him away from the village it was his plan, Midorima admitted he was only asked by Akashi to bring the Hawk Child. The Emperor values his gift and sees it as a very powerful and precious thing—an asset to the Empire. For Takao, that moment was his moment of liberation and though Midorima practically forced this, he wouldn't have it any other way.

Living with Midorima is a different thing, he is not easy to please and he wasn't the most joyous person to be around. However, Midorima has his own ways as well.

Takao realized that it in reality, Midorima is not as bad as most people made him sound like. Mostly his behaviour was brought by the fact that he was born into their family. To be a son of an Emperor, to be the second among the eldest and in the line of throne, Midorima didn't had it easy, just as much as anyone in his family.

To trust and believe wholly to someone is not easy for the Prince, they were raised in a place where their own blood relatives plot their death, betrayal comes close to the word truth. Midorima had his fair share of darkness, and no one could have blamed him for it.

Takao starts walking again to the hallways and as he come near to Jun's room he hears a familiar voice speaking in a gentle and soft tone. If Takao didn't know better he would have mistaken it for someone else's.

As soon as Takao reached to the said room, he softly knocks on the door which made the voice stop. He opens the door and finds Midorima sitting on a chair and holding a book in his hand, on the big bed is Jun tucked in and sleeping peacefully. The sight made Takao smile.

He closes the door behind him and approaches the Prince.

"So this is where you are." Takao says in a low voice, careful not to be loud.

"Akashi used to read to Kuroko when we were younger so he would fall asleep." Midorima says as he closes the book in his lap.

Takao smiles and walks to Jun, at first glance one may say Jun looks like Takao with her eyes but with her thick lashes and green hair, Takao could say she would grow up looking more like his father.

"We spoke." Midorima says making Takao turn to him.

"What did you two talked about?"

Midorima looks at Takao and imagined the Takao in the Veil, he probably had cried too many times knowing him. He cried himself alone while their daughter soundly slept. He would have bags under his eyes for waiting for Midorima's return, and his hair would have gone long without anyone telling him to cut them. Midorima swallows, how can the other Midorima accept that?

Midorima sighs and puts away the book before taking Takao's hand. This would be the hand of Jun's mother, but the other Takao's hand would have been rougher for doing everything by himself…raising Jun with all he can.

"Shin-chan?"

"The Midorima behind the Veil, Jun's father…she said she hasn't seen him for a very long time."

"W-What?"

"Did you know that?"

Takao shakes his head, "I cannot know more than what these kids tell me, my visions does not extend unto behind the Veil."

Midorima nods, he unconsciously tightens his hold in Takao's hand.

"The man who shares the same soul as me, Jun's father…I…me, I left you two. I left Jun—my daughter." Midorima says remembering the crying face of his daughter, "She cried while she told me that, she said she barely remembered the last time I called her name, or the last time I came home early to you two."

Takao's eyes widen as he realizes the slight tremor in the prince's hand. He has only seen the Prince this wrecked, and it was when Takao left the palace. Midorima is not very expressive about his emotions but it only takes a slight change for Takao to notice them.

Takao slips his hand away from Midorima's hold and instead sneaks his arms around the other's neck and wraps him in a gentle embrace. Midorima buries his face in Takao's shoulder.

"What have I done?" Midorima asks Takao, his voice is slightly muffled by the Hawk Child's clothes.

"It's not you Shin-chan."

"You know that is not true." Midorima says as he pulls away from the hug. "Have you seen this child, she's broken and that is because I fail to be man enough to be her father."

Takao could feel warmth spreading in his chest at Midorima's words. He remember the time when Midorima saved a child in the village. He discarded his royal upbringing to save one child from the raging mountain storm. Though the Prince may not be everyone's favourite, he tries his best to be man enough.

Takao feels a sad smile spreads in his lips, he reaches to caress the Prince's cheek.

Ah, this is the man he'd marry.

"Shin-chan…no, you're a good man. You're a good father to Jun."

Midorima takes Takao's hand and closes his eyes. Oh how he wish that is true.