HELLO WELCOME TO CHAPTER 32! Last update we had Furi's mom! So many reactions for Furi, Furi is so loved I'm so happy that his character is given lots of love by people. Anyways, what do you think will happen from here on? So I know you guys are itching to know and I've been out for so long, and I WILL be out for more day so I won't make this too long. But of course before I say ciao to you my loves I wanna reach my heart out to our readers from Mexico, I hope your families are safe and you as well.

Also I kinda want to say that there are videos of the KnB Last Game now on the internet, I hope you get to watch it and i dare you to hold your tears until the last of the credits. I'm never getting over the KnB movies for a lot of reasons and you will understand if you watched it.

So yeah back to the matter at hand, kicchin will unfortunately have much more difficulty with updating due to the fact that Kicchin's license examination will be on the next month. CAN YOU BELIEVE I'VE GOTTEN THIS FAR IN ADULTING? Ahahaha, I don't know how either I just drank coffee and got on with it. So anyways, since that is the case, I don't want you guys to get bored waiting and all so, I'm going to leave here the a few song titles, so yes basically they're song recommendations, which highly likely be the title and songs featured on the next chapters! I hope you have fun listening to them and getting clues on the next chapters!

I love you guys please do leave a review and tell me what you think of MtBK!

Here are the sing titles I suggest you guys listen to;

-Sarishinohara by Clear x Rib

-Forty-Seven(Yonjuunana) by Rib

-Akaito (red thread) by Rib

These three songs are actually a series and is rooted to a true story, this is really one of my most listened Nico Nico songs(though it is originally by Miku). I hope you guys like it, and if you've listened to it tell me your thoughts about too!

Chapter 32: Savior of Songs

"You never mentioned you were already in the industry."

Furihata kept his head low, he stares at the slice of cake before him. The beautiful and perfectly decorated sweet suites his mother's taste, it reminds him of home which made his head spin. The soft classical music plays in the background, and the calm and modest footsteps of the waiters and waitress. He fumbles with his own fingers, suddenly he feels his head weighs a lot more and keeping it up seems more difficult.

He hears his mother sigh which made him flinch.

"You have not changed." His mother says, he could already see her frown without looking. "You are still such a…"

"I-I'm…I'm sorry." Furihata replies without looking at her.

"Your sister is under the Rakuzan records, she has sold quite a number of albums and has toured the country, she's very excellent, don't you think?"

Furihata furrows his eyebrows, his sister again, his siblings…again. The sweet tone of his mother's voice left a bitter taste in the back of his throat, his stomach churns, his feet itches to run away.

"Y-Yes." He answers.

"Your brother has been teaching in the conservatory for a year now."

Furihata nods.

Wonderful, he says sarcastically.

His mother moves, she crosses her leg over the other and leans back as she nurses a cup of tea in her hand. She sighs again.

"How could you hide this from us." She says flatly.

"I-I thought you wouldn't…you didn't want to have anything to do with me." Furihata answers.

"Is that how low you thought of us, your family?"

Furihata shakes his head. "No…I-It's not like that I am…I'm only…"

"You are still as flustered and so…" she sighs, "You would not survive long in the industry with that demeanour, get a hold of yourself."

"I-I'm sorry."

His mother frown and Furihata looks up. His heart aches, suddenly it is harder to breathe the same air as her, his hands sweats, his lips quiver. He cannot believe he's here again with her.

"Who would have thought you'd come here. I didn't."

Yes, she ever did, Furihata thought bitterly. No one in his family ever did. The moment his siblings had surpassed him from learning music, his mother grieved the fact that her youngest son is different. He never understood the musical sheets, no matter how rigorous they taught him, no matter how many times, he never learned or understood it. She even cried and asked God why she was given such child. They gave up on him not long after.

Musical Dyslexia, its more uncommon than normal dyslexia and most often becomes undiagnosed for most people, however in his parents' despair they took him out to see the reason for his musical difficulty and found out that he is suffering from this. Just like common dyslexia, he found extreme difficulty in reading and understanding language that involves musical codes. No matter how much he was taught he find it almost impossible to comprehend and identify the differences between each notes and codes in the musical sheet. Teaching him like normal children is almost impossible.

They gave up except for him.

"Why are you here Mother?"

"I am glad you ask." She says, "I heard that you and your bandmates are under Seirin Records."

"Y-Yes."

"Well, I will be frank, now that you've shown that you truly are a Furihata, I decided to take you away from such low class place and dumpsters for loser and take you where someone of our status is most suited."

"W-What?"

"A Furihata such as yourself does not look good among trashes. You should be intelligent just like your sister, choose your allies wisely."

Trashes….

"N-No, I-I cannot do that!"

Furihata gasps, he quickly reaches to cover his mouth with his hands. His mother's gaze turns sharp at him.

"You never changed." She says with a low voice, "You are always the troublesome one, the stupid one, always defying me. You never learned, you ran away and you raise your voice on me?"

"M-Mother, but t-they are my friends."

She laughs as she gracefully put her tea cup down on the table. She leans towards him, her brown eyes sent familiar chills down the brunet.

"Friends do not exist in this business." She says, "They are kind to you now because you are currently of use, when you are no longer needed, they would throw you out too."

"No…" Furihata says in a shaky voice, he leans back away from his mother, "T-That is…they are not like that, you do not know them."

"Do I?" she laugh again leaning away, "What do someone like you know? You a naïve child who could barely protect himself sounding so certain, do not make me laugh Kouki."

Furihata's lips tremble, his mother's words always have an effect to him. His small almost non-existence of a confidence is due to this, he was never taught that he is worth of anything, he grew up knowing everyone else is better than him. He is a reject, the world happened to make a mistake and that was him. He shouldn't have been there he shouldn't—

"I am taking a leap of faith too…"

"Thank you Furihata-kun."

"Furi!"

Ah, but…

"No…" Furihata repeats, his quivering voice betrays his resolution, however he knows what he wants this time.

He is indeed a reject, he is a mistake and yet there were these people who shared to him their joys, their fears and time. Yes he is not worthy and yet they chose him, yes they are obviously better than them and yet they made him feel like they needed him.

"Oh Kouki, darling you cannot defy me." she says in the sweetest voice, reaching out, she caress his cheek, "after all, isn't blood thicker than water."

Furihata gathers up his courage, he swallows the lump in his throat along with his thick fear for his mother. He may ever truly become free from her, he may never truly leave the scars that she gave him but…maybe little by little he can move away. He leans away from her touch despite still shaking like a leaf. With determination he looks up to him once again.

The clouds outside darkens and the brunet hear the thunder grumbles.

"The blood of covenant is thicker than the water of the womb."

Furihata's mother stares at her son, eyes wide, her hand is left there. Her son bows his head muttering a quiet apology before standing up. The lightning strikes not too far away and for the first time she finds an unfamiliar wave of determination and passion in her son's eyes. He bows his head once more.

"I-I'm sorry but I…I-I refuse your offer." Furihata says before walking pass her.

With a frown, she stares at the empty seat as she listens to her son leaving. She hears the door of the café opens and the sound of the rain loud outside. When silence returns from the café after the door closes, she sighs in her seat.

It looks like she may have to up her game.

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Kagami has no idea what is happening, he has never seen Kuroko this angry before. After the incident at the lobby with Furihata's mother, the teal haired musician doesn't seem to be as calm as he said. As soon as Takao left and bid them goodbye Kuroko lose his calmness and his usual blank expression replaced with something akin to anger. His icy blue eyes painted in a dangerous gleam.

Kuroko didn't ask Kagami to follow him, however the lead vocalist felt the need to. After all this is the first that he has seen the other possess such extreme emotion.

Kuroko's footsteps resounded in the unfamiliar office. Somehow Kagami begins to think Kuroko is known to the people of the building, as if he knew the head of the establishment. Kuroko's hurried steps stops right in front of a door to an office.

"Kuroko?" Kagami calls the other quietly.

Kuroko doesn't respond and instead takes the door knob, he doesn't bother knocking and just opens the door. To Kagami's surprise he finds a familiar figure facing the glass window that overlooks the city, with hands in his back the man doesn't seem bothered by their presence at all.

"It's a pleasant surprise I could say."

Kuroko almost snarls at the red head's calm and collected voice. He struggles to maintain his cool as they stand there in Akashi Seijuuro's office. If there was anyone he could suspect of it would be this man. He takes a deep breath and uneasily holds the sleeve of Kagami's shirt as he composes himself again.

He feels thankful of Kagami's presence right now and the fact that Kagami is sensitive enough not to ask and pry answers from him impromptu.

Akashi finally faces them, the scarlet head former member of Generation of Miracles smiles.

"The look in your face suggests that you are angry." Akashi says.

The scarlet haired young man found it amusing to see Kuroko in this state, he has never seen him in this state before. Even back in their middle school, Kuroko has always been the person who showed very minimal expression in face nor did he allow his feelings to be obvious, especially when it is anger. The menacing cold stare of the teal haired musician could put most people to their knees, but not Akashi.

"What did I do this time to deserve this, I wonder?"

"I let all the things you did to me slip." Kuroko says.

Kagami stays behind the teal haired as the other walks towards Akashi. His voice drips with venom, his tone is ice cold just like his stare. His movements were defensive and threatening, like a predators slowly approaching its prey. Kagami swallows hard, he has to remember never to anger Kuroko like this.

"I've let you toy with my life, I allowed you to trample my reputation, scar me—but I warned you about my friends."

Akashi smirks. Kuroko never fought back, the teal haired boy was a receptive character. He swallowed the anything that was served to him, hate, anger, pain, and torture. He took them without question or complaints. He couldn't almost recognize the person standing before him.

"I am very amused to see you move and speak with so much confidence." He says. "You used to hide behind Daiki, always reserved, didn't have an opinion of his own, you allowed Kise to speak for you."

"I am no longer the person you threw away." Kuroko says.

"Oh, and who should I thank for that?" Akashi says tipping his chin upwards, "Who, this buffoon?"

Akashi walks slowly towards Kagami but a small hand grasps his arm making him freeze in his spot. His heterochromatic eyes stare at the pair of icy blue eyes. His amused smirk falls and replaced with a frown. Grabbing him like this is something Kuroko has never dared to do to him, he may have stopped him once or twice before, but he never held him down like this.

"Let go of me now, Tetsuya."

Kuroko doesn't move a muscle, he doesn't tear his eyes off from Akashi either. His fear of the red head is overcome by his anger. He could feel it prickling his skin, making his eyes hot, his hands tremble and his tongue heavy in his mouth.

"And if I do not?" Kuroko says, "Would you repeat the things you did before, will you send the truth about me over the press?"

"I will make you regret this, that is what I will do."

Kagami's eyes widen at the red head's word he feels the genuine intent in those words, he feels the hairs in the back of his neck stand in its ends. The read head vocalist is about to go and take Kuroko away when he hears the other chuckle. He looks at the scene in awe, Kuroko doesn't back out from the other's threat, his blue eyes gleams. It is almost as if he is looking at two dangerous wild beasts staring at each other.

"What can you ever do that you have not done to me before?" Kuroko says.

Akashi shakes Kuroko's hand from his arm and faces him.

"What is it that you came here for?" Akashi asks. "Surely you didn't come here to spat your long lists of resentment to me, now of all the time."

"It's funny you ask as if you didn't know." Kuroko says with a glare.

"And if I truly do not know?"

Kuroko gritted his teeth, anger spills out of him and he found himself grabbing the front Akashi's white button up shirt. Kagami thankfully is quick, he grabs one of Kuroko's hand and the musician's waist. He pries Kuroko's grip off Akashi's shirt while pulling him away.

"You!" Kuroko exclaims, he struggles in Kagami's hold wanting nothing but to shake out the sense from Akashi. "I allowed you to destroy me but I cannot let you do it to my friends, not to my friends!"

"Kuroko calm down!" Kagami says.

The red head could not believe the outburst Kuroko is having. All Kuroko's masks of politeness and modesty had gone down the drain and there was nothing left but his pure unadulterated anger for Akashi. It is as if Kuroko has forgotten everything else, it is as if he doesn't even remember Kagami, he trashes in his hold like a wild cat, he scratches Kagami's arms in his waist in the effort to get away and reach Akashi.

Kuroko's explosion of anger is dangerous, Kagami thought to himself.

He flinches as Kuroko scratches him again but he doesn't let go, it will definitely become a problem for Kuroko later on when the press finds out he hurt the head of the Rakuzan Records.

Meanwhile, Akashi's eyes is wide, he is watching Kuroko struggling in Kagami's hold anger made his pale cheeks flush, his icy blue eyes though still held the rage is now breaming with unshed tears. He swallows hard, a strange sensation creeps behind his skull like a dull pain. He feels an invisible hand wrap around his neck slowly.

So…this is how he feels, huh.

"You took away everything that I have and I tried to reason you, I tried to understand!" Kuroko exclaims, "Despite all of that, despite what you did I believed you were a better person! You do not have the rights Akashi-kun, you don't own me and you have no rights to play with my life or my friends!"

"What are you saying?" Akashi asks. Strange, his voice…feels alien, he could barely recognize the movement of his mouth.

Kuroko heaves eyes never leaving Akashi's.

"You found Furihata-kun's mother didn't you? You were the one who told her where he is!"

Akashi's eyes widen at the brunet's name. Something else creeps inside him, another strange and unfamiliar sensation and at the same time something ticks in the back of his mind at the thought of the brunet's mother. He did research about him and learned about his family background but…

Lips quiver as Akashi is bothered by an image of a young boy hiding behind the door of a living room, big brown eyes and a small voice telling him that his mother instructed him not show himself from the guests.

Akashi looks again at Kuroko, the teal haired has seems to slowly regain his composure. Kagami has loosen his hold at the other. His other hand is rubbing the other's arm in an effort to calm him—which seems to work.

"Kuroko we have to go." Kagami tries to convince Kuroko, "This isn't good for you."

Kuroko seems to have exhausted himself from his outburst and almost slumped to the floor if not due to Kagami holding him. The taller male pulls him close to him in attempt to get him to stand upright.

"You have to calm down." Kagami whispers to the other. "Kuroko, do you hear me?"

Kuroko nods as he tries to catch his breath, slowly his reasons returns to him. However the thought of Akashi ploy all of this still made his blood boil. The teal haired musician turns to look at Akashi again who still hasn't said anything. The scarlet haired young man wears an unreadable expression. His lips press tight in a thin line.

Kuroko's lips quiver.

He tried to understand Akashi's reasons however he couldn't simply forgive him if this is all his work. Furihata has nothing to do with the anger and frustration he caused Akashi by leaving the band, if he still resent him for that it would have been fairer for him to take it out on him. When Kuroko saw Akashi's men helping them back in the hotel, he thought that somehow perhaps Akashi has a change of heart. Perhaps he had woken up…but maybe he had gotten his hopes too high yet again.

He knew he has misunderstood Akashi, he knew that he merely didn't know how to express his dire need for companions which led Akashi to resort to extreme methods to keep certain people by his side. Kuroko grew to understand the need of Akashi to keep these people close, he understood his selfishness and possessiveness, but his needs, his reasons do not simply excuse this. Understanding his reasons does not mean he approves his ways…not when he doesn't play fair like this.

"Come on now." Kagami says as he tries to usher Kuroko out of the office.

Kuroko allows Kagami to take him, hand on his back while they quietly walk out. As soon as the two has step out of the room, Kuroko looks back again as the door slowly closes his eyes caught of something strange.

Somehow, Akashi looks different…his eyes…are both red.

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Takao hears a sigh, he turns and finds Midorima standing there by the door with a familiar manga in his hand. The taller male stands there wearing a comfortable dark green knitted sweater and fitting dark blue pants. After their mutual confession some few days ago, visiting each other's home has become quite a normal thing. Takao smiles at him.

"I thought I'd clean the kitchen." Takao says as he looks down at the now sparkling counter. "I did quite a good job I must say."

Midorima shrugs and walks in before sitting down on one of the stools.

"You don't clean." Midorima points out.

"Yeah well I'm in the mood so—"

"Spill." Midorima says knowing Takao fully well by now.

Midorima found out that Takao is not the most organized person. He cleans his room only once after each of his volumes has been released. His sister is the one who is usually in charge of the chores except during the days when his sister is busy with school. Even Takao comes in to visit, Midorima rarely ever see him like this.

Takao sighs as he puts down the rag in his hand on the counter.

"Furi's mom came over and…I'm just worried." Takao confesses. He runs his hand over his hair.

"Furihata Kouki?"

Takao nods.

"Why would you be worried? It's his mother after all."

Takao shakes his head, "You don't get it Shin-chan, not everyone has a kind mother like yours."

Midorima understands this, everyone has a story, if there is anything he learned from show business, this would it. Takao turns to face Midorima again, he really doesn't want to divulge others in certain personal information however his chest currently is filled with doubts and fear.

When Takao met Furihata, he knew one thing; Furihata is not any common kid. He may look like one but there was something about him that made Takao thinks like that. Furihata didn't exactly hid his circumstances but it was something that Takao knew he shouldn't be really prying on. The brunet never mentioned what his family was like, he rarely ever mentioned even their names or where he was born, or why he decided to leave their custody.

By merely those, Takao knew that Furihata doesn't have a good relationship with his parents.

"I…I know Furi doesn't feel well around his mother, or his parents at that." Takao explains, "When I met him, he was already getting around by having numerous part-time jobs, somehow that's how we became close. He's really hardworking and kind to everyone he meets. But there was this…his family, he never mentioned them to us and today his mother came and wanted to talk to him. Furi looks scared to death."

Midorima listens quietly. When Takao has quiet down, Midorima decides this is his moment to talk.

"There's been something I wanted to know as well." He says making Takao raise an eyebrow, "Furihata may be a common last name but in music industry there is only one Furihata."

"What?"

Midorima puts the manga on the table as he looks at Takao straight in the eyes. He has doubts from the beginning but Midorima is starting to have a strange feeling since Takao mentioned once about a black suit clad man helping them back in the incident at the hotel and protected Furihata from a paparazzo.

"It's understandable that you and your bandmates don't know, not everyone is brought up to the music industry. Some develops their talent and are welcomed to the industry later." Midorima says, "However, for people who grew up to it, the last name Furihata is not just any other last name."

"What do you mean?"

"I asked you before about his family, didn't I?"

"The brunet that you introduced me to, the drummer, how long have you known him?"

Takao blinks, slowly the memories start to return to him. Midorima asked him way before about Furihata, his family and their work.

"I told you that I think he was the child I saw when I visited my friend—Akashi." Midorima says, "The last name Furihata meant a large scale and influential family in the industry. The couple Eisuke Furihata and his wife Fuyumi Furihata were both prodigies in music, they were hailed and applauded for their talent in composition and playing instruments. They taught children of high social status and people said that anyone who learned under them surely would get only the best place in the industry. Akashi studied under them before."

Takao didn't know Furihata's mother or father's name.

"I'm inclined to believe Kuroko has knowledge of this too."

"What?"

Takao snaps his eyes to Midorima who looks at him with a serious expression.

"Kuroko's been in the industry for long, surely he has heard of their names by now but…perhaps it must have come as a realization to him." he says, "He probably kept it a secret due to the fact that Furihata Kouki doesn't seem to want anyone else to know either."

"But why…why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Midorima sighs, "I was…doubtful."

"Doubtful?"

"Eisuke and Fuyumi Furihata have three children, but they rarely ever spoke of their youngest. His name wasn't published anywhere as well, there were no pictures of him and no news about him. I believed they paid the press not to pry on the information."

"Why would they do that?"

"I wouldn't know." Midorima says, "At first I thought I may be wrong, but…"

"But what?"

Midorima closes his eyes as he tries to remember his brief encounter with the brown haired boy. He was a child then but he remembers well, after all, that was the last memory of him of Akashi with a genuine smile. During one of their occasional trip to the library, Akashi brought a boy, a short lanky brown haired boy with wide teary eyes.

Akashi and Midorima's family has been quite close for years, and due to their close age, Midorima inevitably became Akashi Seijuuro's playmate. Once every two weeks, Akashi would invite Midorima over their house to play shogi or if not a trip to the library to read some new books, Akashi's idea of play is massively different form most children which made Midorima shocked by the fact that he brought a new friend.

He never knew his name though, however, Akashi mentioned the fact that the boy lived with his music instructors.

Akashi adored that boy.

"The things you told me only aligns with the facts I know." Midorima says, "There was a child that Akashi once introduced me to, he didn't told me his name but he told me that he lived with the Furihata. At that time I thought it was an unnecessary detail…until today. I realized the third child of the couple was purposely hidden from the masses due to something. Furihata Kouki on the other hand has never once told anyone his family's whereabouts, he never mentioned their names or even their addresses. It made sense, doesn't it?"

Takao eyes widen at the over load of information. First of all, Midorima and Akashi has known Furihata since childhood, Furihata is a hidden child of two famous musicians and Kuroko has probably found this out. However more than the shock, Takao feels anger bubbling inside him as the thought of Furihata's family hiding him from the rest of the world as if he has some kind of infectious disease. Furihata never showed that to them, he has always been caring, kind and trusting.

"W-Wait could be that Akashi did plan this?" Takao asks, his mind reels back to Kuroko's story on how his relationship with the Generation of Miracles severed. "He was able to do this to Kuroko surely he could do this to Furihata too?"

Midorima fell in silence for a moment contemplating.

"It is not impossible." Midorima admits, "However…"

"However what?"

Midorima purses his lips to a thin line, he lowers his head looking at the manga set on the table.

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"Akashi have you gotten out of your mind?"

"I'm a child not someone with schizophrenia."

Midorima felt his eyebrow twitch at the smart ass comment of the scarlet haired boy sitting beside him who was staring at the brown haired boy crouched in front of a children's books section.

"Where did you even got this friend of yours?"

"He's living with my tutors." Akashi answered, "He's quite a special person if you must know."

Midorima wanted to roll his eyes at that if only his upbringing didn't forbid him.

"He's just a child like us."

"Not quite." Akashi answered. "Look at him, he reminds me of my mother's eyes."

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Midorima knew that child's eyes looks nowhere close to the eyes of Akashi's mother whose beauty would make the lilies and peonies jealous, but now he knows what he meant then, he didn't mean the way it looks but instead the way it made Akashi feel.

"How could he destroy his only redemption?"