GENERATION OF MUSIC.
Song 11 : Dreams
It started when a ruckus happened in the household. All the maids and butlers were panicking, maybe it wasn't a good idea after all, the Midorimas are sure talented, but to do it in the house! Surely it brought many panic.
The ruckus eventually stopped when they heard the screams of the woman stopped, replaced by the cries of a lovely baby being born.
"We'll name this baby, Seijuro. The emperor who will rule as a king."
Ogiwara settled himself down on the coach, making himself comfortable. Fully gathering his thoughts, he sighed as he shook his head. "I don't know.." He answered the bluenette in front of him. "I mean, rumors, you know?" He moved his hands to express what he meant. "It's not that I don't support you or anything, but I heard about them, and if the same thing happens again—"
Putting his cup on the table, Kuroko chuckled. "Ogiwara-kun, what are you worrying about?" He asked. "It's really okay. I joined because I know what will happen. The GoM and Seirin are completely different; I don't mean to mock or anything but I believe this one. Maybe our future won't be that pleasant like Seirin, but.."
"Kuroko. " Ogiwara stopped the teen from continuing any further. "I've been friends with you since we were toddlers—"
"No you haven't."
"—Alright, just let me continue. In any case, after that whole Seirin thing happened, you had a terrible time. Your mom too. I can't let it happen again, you know? When you did your solo career, nothing big happened. It wouldn't work out with them."
"Which is why, I'm taking the risk." Kuroko held his breath. "Don't worry like a mother, Ogiwara-kun. You know that I'm going to be fine. The GoM isn't that bad, I believe we'll reach the top for sure."
His friend couldn't help but smile at his statement. "Alright, don't come crawling around wanting for comfort, 'kay?" He grinned playfully. "I'll let it off the hook again, this isn't the first time you've done something like this."
"Good night, Ogiwara-kun."
"Yep. Good night to you too."
"We'll be the best band in Japan!"
Was what written in the picture with a permanent marker. A bunch of grown men was tackling each other in a hug, as a black haired guy held hands with the only girl. Kiyoshi, Hyuuga, Riko, Koganei, Izuki, all Seirin members including their manager and friends.
They were all smiling brightly. It was when they first formed the band.
Shame, it was all in the past.
"You must know your place as the heir!" A slam and a shout was the last thing Akashi heard before leaving the room and heading to his own room as fast as possible. His father really gave him a head ache, after that meeting with his band, he went into spartan mode it seems. Father should control his temper,
And I know my place, you're the one who doesn't.
Entering his room(and locking it), Akashi sat there on the couch, untying his tight neck-tie. His hetero eyes stared at the ceiling above him, cracking his muscles that were sore. It was a tiring day for him. Arranging schedules for tomorrow, picking the maidens for his future wife (His father ordered him to pick a fiance, when he absolutely has no interest in women like that.), and lastly, having heard the order from his father.
He didn't know if he really enjoyed playing. All he knows was when he first started the activity, since he was a little kid, he was told to play classic music and perform, then watch the famous musicians. Being the talented boy he is, he mastered it easily.
He met Midorima and Aomine afterwards while he was strolling the streets after he sneaked out from the house. Midorima was looking around in a music store, apparently for his assignment at school while Aomine played a toy guitar with his friend. Akashi found interest in both of them and gladly became friends.
It was a coincidence (or not?) that in middle school, the three of them was in the same school, although in different class. Teiko Junior High was popular of its basketball and music club, even winning multiple trophies in national league.
"With our talent, we can become famous and start a band." Akashi suggested, although rather jokingly but they agreed. And it was the start of it all, Kise, Murasakibara joined as well as Momoi as their manager.
Although their love was broken easily by their talent.
Chuckling, Akashi went to bed, to end the night. He would call Mibuchi tomorrow to sign the paperwork he had to do, for now, he would like to close his eyes.
"Want to buy some popsicles?"
A nod was her answer. They entered the mini market with the staff greeting them, as usual, they picked their favorite and head to the cashier. The ride home was silent as hell.
"Hey, Dai-chan." Aomine looked down, responding to Momoi's call. Biting her pink lips, she continued. "If the band is really disbanding, what would you do?"
"Still thinking about that, Satsuki?" He sighed.
Momoi shook her head. "Just answer it, Dai-chan." Inhale. "And be honest." Damn.
Looking at the other way, Aomine scratched the back of his neck, fumbling on the words he should use. He couldn't express his feeling through words easily, and honestly.. he doesn't know what would he do.
"It's such a shame." Momoi said suddenly. "I mean, I'll be honest with you here; you guys love music, and after all of those hard work, it had to end like this. Tetsu-kun also worked hard to make you all love it again, and.." She sobbed.
Momoi didn't really think about what should she say, so it resulted a confusing saying. But, Aomine understood it completely.
"I know you all love music dearly. Your emotions made ahead of you, which resulted this. Why can't you continue loving music? Is it just because all of the insults, the stares people gave you?
Aomine-kun, try and look ahead of you. Try to feel your inner heart.
What does it say?"
"Don't worry, Satsuki." Aomine patted the girl's head as he smiled purely. "It'll work out. Suck up your tears for now, a crying girl is reaaaally a weak target for those perverts in town."
Murasakibara and Midorima walked together on the way back, since today was one of the day Midorima had to take Murasakibara for dinner. The green haired pianist scowled at his loss at rock paper scissors a long time ago, luck wasn't on his side that day.
To start up a conversation, Murasakibara stopped snacking and asked. "Mido-chin~ Aka-chin's father is really a strict person, isn't he?" Murasakibara brought up the topic. He remembered what expression Akashi made when Shuichi said the news, it was like.. Akashi was already used throwing his dreams.
Midorima looked up, a bit taken aback. "Huh? Well, yes he is."
"Mido-chin has known Aka-chin for a long time, right?"
"Yes. You could say so." He sighed, fixing his glasses.
"When we were about 10 years old, we became friends along with Aomine. Well, we were oblivious about the fact Akashi's the heir to the famous corporation. I only knew after I visited his house while accompanying my father to work. Turns out my family was the doctor of the family." Midorima explained.
The taller teen hummed, "Was his father always like that?" Curious, he was really curious about the leader's life style at home. Murasakibara always know that Akashi lived in a rich household, and maybe strict, judging by the way Akashi act in daily routine. He was certainly a rich one.
"Maybe." Midorima answered, " From what I can see from Akashi when he was little, he was already trained to be the heir. His father thought about Akashi's future too fanatic, maybe. But Shuichi-san wasn't really that strict."
"Then why~?"
"I don't know. Maybe it was because.. that incident." Midorima scrunched his nose, it wasn't a pleasant topic to bring up. They ended the conversation. Murasakibara knew, if he heard this from Midorima and not from Akashi himself, he will not be pleased.
"Mother, please hang on." A little child, about 5 years old whimpered close to his mother, a woman with long beautiful scarlet hair. "You're the empress. Mother, please."
The woman smiled sadly at the boy, caressing his soft silky red hair. "I will try my best. Soar to the sky, reach your dreams, son."
"And you, mister. Raise him well, my husband." The husband nodded, releasing his hold of her hand.
She was immediately dragged to the emergency room by the doctors.
The day came, and everything was already prepared. Her favorite flowers were there; roses, lily. Although it was inappropriate to bring a red rose into the event, they knew that she would be happy, to be with her favorite flower.
She was a beautiful woman.
Even until the chimes stopped ringing, she was beautiful.
"Rise and shine~!" Ogiwara stretched himself as he woke up, rubbing his sleepy eyes. Man, did he get a good sleep. It was so peaceful. No one was there to forcefully wake him up too, a vacation surely is a paradise. "I wonder if Kuroko's up already." He yawned, pulling himself up from the couch and walked to Kuroko's room.
What he found was a shocking sight.
A red haired stranger was sitting on Kuroko's bed, while the owner was sleeping soundly.
"NEIN-" Ogiwara bit his lips. Recovering for a while, he pointed an accusing finger to the stranger. "Who are you?! A-and get your hands of Kuroko!" Ogiwara stuttered uncontrollably, face red. He was definitely thinking something that related to.. mature stuffs.
"Sorry." The stranger chuckled, while smirking and retreating his hand (who was only holding the blanket). "I have some matters with Tetsuya, and I'm waiting for him to wake up. I knocked but no one answered. Apparently, the door wasn't unlocked so I went in (you should really lock it, came as a mumble) and found you—the one who was sleeping on the couch, the one I tried to wake up many times."
"And I finally found Tetsuya, then I decided to wait for him wake up."
Ogiwara gaped. "You should at least wait for me to wake up—" He twitched. "And it's against the law to break in to someone's house without permission! It's not right!"
The other merely stared at Ogiwara with amusement. "I'm always right."
"It's not—" A cutter came flying to his way, fortunately, he barely dodged it. Who is this sick man, seriously—Ogiwara thought, his life decreasing by one hundred. Trying to compose himself, he inhaled and exhaled.
"I'm assuming you must be a close friend to Tetsuya, who are you?"
"I should ask that to you—" Ogiwara grumbled.
"My apologies, I should introduce myself. My name is Akashi Seijuro." Akashi chuckled. Akashi? The one Kuroko told me about? That means, he's his.. band leader! "And what's yours?"
"Ogiwara Shigehiro.."
Akashi nodded. "Well, it seems like Tetsuya's waking up."
After hearing all of the ruckus, Kuroko stirred, and his eyes fluttered open. Finding a sight of a red haired man, Kuroko whispered "Akashi-kun..?" sleepily. The said man nodded. "Why are you here?" Finding the strength to sit back, Kuroko yawned.
"I need to talk to you today..." Akashi smirked, "regarding some matters, get yourself ready."
Akashi stood up, paying Ogiwara a glance, and walked out of the room.
"Seems like I have to get ready." Kuroko sighed, still sleepy, as he went to the bathroom to wash up. Doing his hair would take a long time.
Ogiwara stared at the retreating figure, rather annoyed. "I don't really like that guy."
"Tetsuya, what do you think about this?" Akashi showed the teen a pair of jackets—expensive jackets. They were currently in a clothes shop, God knows why.
Kuroko stared at the jackets and frowned. "Akashi-kun.. it does have some good fabric, and it was very well done as well. But isn't that really expensive..?"
Akashi hummed. "Is it?"
Rich guys.. Everyone stared with envy.
Kuroko sighed, not even knowing why Akashi wanted to visit the shop. They only attract attention from the citizens, and it made Kuroko uncomfortable, he wasn't the kind of person who enjoyed attention even though he's an idol.
Maybe Akashi wanted to buy a disguise or something, because of their occupation. But doing that in the shop only attract more attention, rich guys, Kuroko sighed. Akashi already wore a thin framed glasses, and it was already enough while Kuroko wore a hoodie and his presence was small after all.
"Akashi-kun, what are we doing here, exactly?"
"Just for fun." Akashi chuckled. "Does it bother you?"
"Yes." True honesty. As expected of Kuroko.
He chuckled, then put the jackets back to its place. "Alright, we're better off going now."
Kuroko could only stare at the rich man.
What was in that man's mind, anyway? Kuroko thought, the thing they need to talk about included the participation of the other band members, and if there was something at problem, why didn't Akahsi tell him right after? Instead of strolling around the town, getting unwanted attentions. (Mostly to Akashi, because damn, it's no doubt he's hot.)
"Tetsuya, would you look at that?" Akashi called.
Kuroko looked up to him, "What's it?" His eyes went to the direction where Akashi was pointing.
It was a gigantic poster on the building, 5 men surrounding a blue haired female, reverse harem. Kuroko squinted his eyes to get a better look, they wore black suits and rather gothic-like make-up. The males looked like they were going to savage the female who had her wrist tied and looked front emotionless, like they had took away her soul, like crows.
It was the work.
It was the model work.
Where Kuroko dressed up as a female, the female in that poster and album cover, When the crows laugh.
Meingott. "Who put that up?" Kuroko glared daggers at the poster. "Remove it at all cost—"
Akashi smirked. "It's actually quite a nice sight, it'll be a shame to remove it."
"It is not."
"It is. Now, that's work so it's alright, Tetsuya. You're actually more like a girl than a boy. In fact, the band wouldn't mind if you're really a girl."
"Akashi-kun."
"Alright, I'll stop. But, in any way, are you a guy?"
Kuroko sighed. "I thought you were going to stop."
The red haired chuckled.
Bounce bounce.
A basketball ball went bouncing to their side, stopping at the bushes, both of them stared at it as an unknown feeling went to their spine. "Mister! Could you bring that ball, please?" A teenager boy waved at them, pointing at the basketball.
Kuroko crouched down to get the ball, as he touched it, he shivered. Blinking his eyes, he snapped out of it and passed it to the teenager, receiving a thanks and a jolted feeling. Kuroko stared at his palms.
"Oof! Mister, your pass is awesome!" The teen awed, blowing his red palms. "Want to join? We're out of numbers!" He grinned.
"Oi, Tsukasa! That's not fair, asking help from elders!" accused one of Tsukasa's friends—apparently, the rival of the game.
Tsukasa merely stick his tongue out, mocking. "There's no rules for that! It's a street basketball, right? And you asked some help from your brother too!" He said. "So, Mister, wanna join? The mister over there can join too!"
Akashi looked at them, twitching. What a bunch of street kids, what are they thinking? He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Tetsuya, let's go—"
"Sure."
Akashi's eyes widened.
"Really? YEAH! This way, it's obvious who's gonna win!" Tsukasa cheerfully exclaimed while his rival flinched, and both of them argued.
"Akashi-kun, let's do this." Kuroko said as he inspected his palms again. "It doesn't hurt to play a game, right? And I never touch a ball before, but.." His eyes seemed distant.
Akashi stared at Kuroko, before nodding. That sensation I felt, when I saw that ball and that ring.. Akashi furrowed his eyebrows. A nostalgia feeling..
"Tip off!"
Tsukasa jumped high, however, Gohta was faster than him, as he smacked the ball to his team mates. Tsukasa cursed, damn it!
Gohta's team mates reached out for the ball, before he blinked, where is the ball? And before he knew it, the ball was dribbled by the mister from before. How fast-! A steal at a tip-off?!
"Yosh!" Tsukasa cheered, and ran to the opponent's ring.
Kuroko stopped dribbling, and passed the ball to one of Tsukasa's team, as he caught it and shoot. It went it.
It was time for payback. The point guard from Gohta's team passed to the shooting guard and it went in. They smirked.
"It's not over yet." They heard a whisper, and their eyes stayed at Kuroko who was below the ring, as soon as the ball went down from the ring, Kuroko sent the ball to the other side of the court with an amazing pressure. "Akashi-kun!"
Akashi caught the ball, a loud thump was heard, as he went into a shooting stance and shoot the ball. A three pointer!
Gohta grumbled, and then he guarded Kuroko off, This mister is really fast, better keep an eye to him. Tsukasa passed the ball to his friend, Gohta continued to guard Kuroko, until he tensed. Where did he go?!
Aah, where should I pass? There's no empty space!
After stealing the ball from Gohta's team, Tsukasa's friend was glancing to his friends. No empty space! That was until his eye caught a glimpse of blue hair, and he passed it to him. With a fast speed, Kuroko passed and it changed directions, it was to Tsukasa. Tsukasa caught it and was about to lay-up, until Gohta blocked it and pushed him, resulting Tsukasa to fall down. "Ouch!"
"Are you okay, Tsukasa?" His friends rushed to him. "That damn Gohta—He did a foul! Why didn't Amamiya notice it?"
"Most likely, they blocked Amamiya's vision." Tsukasa growled, "But yeah, I am. Continue the game!"
Akashi dribbled the ball calmly, he did a spin-off and his opponent was easily distracted, one came again to block the man, only resulting for them to sit on the floor, feeling that they couldn't move. What was that-
"I'm absolute." Was what Akashi whispered.
Gohta cheated again, and Tsukasa and his friends were starting to get bruises all over their body. Kuroko clenched his fist. Imbeciles. Gohta and his team mates were all like that person, Hana-
Wait, what?
Kuroko held his head, dizziness coming but he paid no heed to it. He needed to protect the team, to support feeling didn't help his dizziness.
Another disappearance of Kuroko, they frantically increased the defense. Ha! Sure he can pass like awesome, but he never had shoot the ball before! As long as we cut all of the passing directions—
What happened was beyond Gohta's expectation.
What's with that kind of shooting stance?! Gohta yelled in frustration, He hurried to Kuroko and jumped high, when his hand didn't touch the ball even the slightest. The.. the ball..
The ball disappeared!
And it went in to the ring.
The game continued until dawn, and it was now 28-16 in Tsukasa's favor. "Wo-hoo! Thanks mister! You guys are reaalllly amazing!" Tsukasa's friends surrounded Akashi and Kuroko, "When I grew up, I want to be a professional basketball player like you misters!"
Kuroko smiled. "Are your injuries alright?"
"Huh? This isn't a problem! We can handle it." They grinned. "This is what we get for playing basketball, anyway."
Akashi hummed, wiping the sweat off his face. "Why do you continue play with that boy? Isn't he, a foul cheater?"
"Well yeah, but.." Tsukasa searched the words. "He's a friend! And we all enjoy playing basketball together. When he cheats, we can handle it! A game is a game after all, no hard feelings. We gotta do what we love, and nothing's gonna change that!"
Akashi widened his eyes.
"Oh yeah, where did you two learn basketball?"
Akashi and Kuroko glanced at each other. "This is our first time, though."
They all gasped, not believing the fact. What talent!
Yeah. Both of them thought, why did they play like it was an usual activity? Their minds, reflexes.. were not like a person who first played basketball.
And the shaking feeling couldn't stop.
They went for a drink, of course, that was exhausting. All those running, shootings, passing, of course they would feel tired. One bottle drink of Pocari was soon empty. They washed their faces after that, it felt good.
"Akashi-kun.." Kuroko started. "How did you felt?"
Akashi was silent.
When he first caught the strong pass from the other court (of course from Kuroko) he amazingly caught it, when the others could not. His hand was sure red after that, but he can do it, not like the others. For a first time player, it was still shocking. Even though, he's absolute.
And that time, when Gohta's team fell down upon him..
He couldn't control this shaking feeling, he wanted to play again.
He wondered, why did the image of him, with the rest of the Generation of Miracles went in mind, and all of them were wearing basketball jerseys.
Akashi didn't know why. The emperor didn't know.
But this feeling was the same feeling he felt when he first formed the band, and played music together. Those smiles, those screams, those melodic tune.
"It was worth it."
He was at least, happy.
"What should we eat?" Kuroko asked, hands rubbing his stomach. After playing basketball, and reading some books in the library, he was certainly getting hungry.
Akashi put his hands on his chin, thinking. "How about drinking some? It can't hurt."
Kuroko looked uncomfortable by the suggestion, but agreed anyway, since Akashi wanted to talk to him. And it wasn't really expensive, so he could afford it.
They were greeted with 'Welcome!' and was leaded to their seat. It was near the opened window which showed the view of a park, the silent cold breeze of the park sent shivers down to their spine. Kuroko shuffled closer to the couch, a bit cold.
"Are you cold?"
"It is cold, but it's fine." Kuroko answered.
Akashi poured down the drink in his glass, one cup. When he went to pour Kuroko's, it was only half, knowing Kuroko didn't really want to drink one cup. A thank you was his response, as he nodded. Akashi drank the sake, looking distant at the view.
Their order came, a simple ramen and a miso soup. Picking up the chopsticks, they started to eat. "Akashi-kun." Kuroko said between bites. "Why did you bring me out today?"
Akashi stopped sipping the soup, for once, his eyes looked distant. "Hm, I wonder why?" He chuckled, and stared deeply in Kuroko's eyes. "I was curious."
"Curious of what?"
"You, Tetsuya." He took a sip of his sake. "You're just beyond my expectations. How could a man like you, change back the band how it was? Well, you didn't to me of course."
Kuroko frowned. "It's easy to make them love music when they actually love it, they just.. had problems."
"Problems?" Akashi huffed. "Of course.. But still, even Satsuki couldn't make Daiki face his problem." His hetero gaze moved to the table. "You're a special one."
"And why am I'm special?"
"You already made me take an interest in you, it's special too."
Kuroko rolled his eyes. "And that's the only reason why you took me on a walk today? To.. fill your curiosity?"
"I had enough of observation today." Akashi's face looked red, as he stood up.
The shorter male also followed his movements, Akashi soon paid his own as Kuroko also did. It's not what Akashi-kun wanted to talk about. Kuroko knew it for sure, but he had the feeling even if he insist, Akashi wouldn't tell him. Kuroko sighed, troublesome.
And Kise had been giving him calls and mails for hours, it was annoying him that he even turn off his phone.
Kuroko's mood was really bad.
"It was a great day, Tetsuya. We seem to have company after all. It has been a while since I last talked to you alone, I'll see you tomorrow." Akashi said his good bye, walking to the other direction.
Kuroko nodded, albeit reluctant to leave the male. Since Akashi looked.. sober.
But unfortunately, a certain friend of his had been hiding behind the tree. "Ogiwara-kun, you can come out now." Said person flinched and looked at Kuroko. "you've been hiding there the whole time? Ogiwara-kun, you don't have anything to do, do you?"
"I-I can't help it! That Akashi guy gave me the nerves, I don't know if you're safe with him or not."
"Did you follow us?"
"Until I lost you guys at the poster." Ogiwara blushed. "Is it really you as the female there? It looked really—"
"Say no more."
"Okay." Ogiwara obliged.
Kuroko sighed. "You should head back home, Ogiwara-kun."
"Sure, but what about you? Why aren't you tagging along?" Ogiwara asked.
"I'm worried." Kuroko answered, and walked to where Akashi went.
To Ogiwara's protests, he continued to walk, turning on his hand phone. He had a bad feeling.
Tiit,
Kise, would you just stop.
On his way to Akashi, Kuroko looked around the area. Where is he? He couldn't shake off the worry. And that was when he found a glimpse of red hair. Akashi was there, laying near the riverbank. His eyes shone brightly to the moon, he looked gorgeous—besides the fact, he was a bit sober. His eyes closed.
"Akashi-kun!" Thank goodness, Akashi didn't pass out or anything. Kuroko had the feeling the man had drink too many alcohol tonight, he didn't expect Akashi to be the type to drink but he guess not. Shaking the man, Kuroko tried to wake him up. Reeks of alcohol.
"Oh? Tetsuya." Akashi's eyes fluttered open, rather groggily.
"Akashi-kun—" All out of the sudden, Akashi was on top Kuroko, pinning both of his arms. Kuroko sent him a confused glance. Akashi breathed slowly, his breath tingling Kuroko's ear, sending shivers. Akashi leaned down and completely press himself to Kuroko, he was laying on him. "Oof."
Kuroko was completely pressed by Akashi's weight. Akashi released his right arm, while Akashi's left caressed the man's pale cheek, and snuggled to Kuroko's neck. It tickles, Kuroko shifted. Akashi-kun's really drunk-
Kuroko almost felt something soft on his neck. Akashi's lips. The sudden touch made Kuroko moan slightly, not too loud.
Akashi breathed out, whispering softly. "Naa, Tetsuya.." To girls, the whisper was dead sexy. It was alluring. But Kuroko paid no heed to that and listened closely, "What do you think..."
Maybe this was the thing Akashi really wanted to talk to about Kuroko. He waited for it.
Akashi exhaled. "If.. the band was to disband..?"
His blue eyes widened. "Huh?"
Akashi's hetero eyes were closed afterwards, a slight snore could be heard. He's sleeping.
"The band.. disbanding?" Kuroko couldn't hide the shock from his face. It was completely.. Kuroko didn't even felt the weight on him anymore, he felt empty. He didn't even notice Ogiwara running towards him, screaming at how Akashi was on Kuroko and pushed Akashi till he wasn't on top of Kuroko anymore.
Ogiwara shook Kuroko worriedly, asking if Akashi did anything weird to the man. But Kuroko could only think of one thing, while he sat down.
It wouldn't work out with them.
Bonus
Today, I played basketball with the vice captain. The ace couldn't help me out today, because unfortunately, his brain wasn't that usable and had to take a remedial. The vice captain was the one who gave me the idea to use my lack of presence as a technique in basketball. Passing.
He had high expectations to me, and finally I was able to make him proud. I'm really grateful of his help. Because of him, I was able to play here in this court with all of my friends. To be the shadow of their light, to support them. For the team, for 100 victories—the motto in this Junior High School.
He was really talented. Of course, he's the vice captain, even though he's still a newcomer. Rumors said that the next captain will definitely be him, and the one to replace his position was the shooting guard.
The captain right now was a second year after all, in a year after, he had to prepare himself for exams and they say that his father was in a bad condition, so the captain had to take care of him greatly.
I really looked up to him.
He said any other person would notice that, but the only one who did was only him. The ace merely trained with me, because we love basketball together, and tried our best.
He gave me the chance to play for the team.
No words could express my thanks to him!
Signed, the Shadow.
Omake
"KUROKO-CCHIIIII!"
Author's behavior: was really bad. Neglected the story for soo long, as long as the other stories. And this chapter wasn't beta-ed. Sui-san is a bit busy right now ^^
I'm very sorry for once again the late update. But you guys continued to support me even with this slow pace, I just love you guys so much 3 the bonus was a bonus, and it also holds my feelings to you readers.
Ah, tomorrow's my birthday, I can't believe I'm going to be thirteen. Thirteen is my favorite number, hehe.
About this chapter, so a glimpse of Akashi's past was revealed! It's a bit cliche, but I hope you all forgive AkaKuro scene. I had to stop at that extent because Kuroko wouldn't be ready for that, and Akashi was a bit sober after all ;D I'm sorry for OOC-ness here. I'm going to re-read the whole manga. I love writing the basketball scene.
I hope this chapter satisfies you! Love you all.
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