"Seijuro." the voice was heard was nothing compared to what it used to sound. That man was but a shell of his former self. "Why are you doing this? Why are you breaking this family apart?" his voice was trembling, and someone could think tears streamed from his red eyes.

Seijuro scoffed. "I broke our family apart? Me? Wasn't it you who kept from everyone secret about having a bastard son? For more than a decade of my life I had no idea I had a brother!"

"Don't speak of Tetsuya like that!"

"No! You don't dare use his name like that! You kept me away from my own brother; you hid his very existence from me! I used to think you cared about Mother, but it seems I was the only one! There's no person you truly care for!" the younger redhead accused. "Only your obsessions matter to you, nothing more! Not Matou Shiori, not Kuroko Haruka, and definitely not me or Tetsuya!" It was so rare for Seijuro to show such strong emotion, anger and frustration and despair molded into one, and that scared and angered Akashi Masaomi.

"Don't you dare say that!" and one could see that his clouded judgment told him to strike against his son. However, he was too slow in contrast to the teenager, who had managed to strike and pin the elder to a wall with the help of his kagune, the twin tails piercing him through the shoulders and keeping him in position. "You think money and influence can get you anything really important? Tetsuya never had a father, I never had a father! Your name is all you care for, being safe and not hunted down like the beast that you are!"

"And will you do that, Seijuro? Will you put an end to the so-called beast that is your father?"

"No." he replied, his words an amalgam of guilt and malice. "Not only because you don't deserve the peaceful slumber death promises, but also, because I'm a worse beast than you are, and can't bring myself to guarantee you that wish of yours."

The older Akashi only stared in confusion on his older son's actions. He could see something terrifying on his eyes, something he didn't want to acknowledge. He knew Seijuro was overprotective to whatever or whoever he cared for. Even Yukimaru from all things, he was ready to defend the silver-haired mare with his life.

"You should know this. Don't intervene with our lives anymore. Neither I nor Tetsuya need a father, much less someone like you. Tetsuya has me, and he has our friends as well. He doesn't need anyone else. Tetsuya and I both lost our fathers alongside with our mothers. You stopped caring about everything when Haruka died. We don't need a father now we've managed to go on for so long without one."

He released him, and turned to leave. "One more thing. I'll be moving to Kyoto for a while, reclaiming what you were too scared to do. Don't even think of approaching Tetsuya while I'm gone, or send anyone after me. It won't end well. I can guarantee you that." he warned as he walked away, leaving him to ponder over all the times in his life that he might have failed as a father to Seijuro.

Three months had passed since then. For three months now, he observed the lives of ghouls in Kyoto. In a sense, it was the exact opposite than Tokyo, yet so much alike. Tokyo was a city with many potential dangers for humans; Kyoto was dangerous for ghouls. It was because three of the most known powerful ghouls of the country, fighting from dusk to dawn for who will be in control, who could have the whole city under their sphere of influence, and hunting grounds for their followers, as well as themselves.

One course of action to pursue was to join one of the three leaders and rise through their ranks. However, there were two problems with that plan. One, the three leaders were of equal strength and wary of newcomers, making it almost impossible to pinpoint the side most probable to 'win' this thing. Second came Seijuro's own pride. He could never lower his head to anyone who looked down on others, and that was the impression he had formed so far of them.

There was a third problem to concern himself with, and that was hunting. Much like Tetsuya (though for entirely different reasons), Seijuro could restrain his urge to feed. However, and unlike his younger brother, it was a result of constant practice rather than a naturally small appetite. The longest he had managed to go without eight months the longest, and that was only after the massacre that was the Blood Night.

Poor Tetsuya ended up puking twice what he had consumed. It was a rather pleasurable event for Aomine and Murasakibara, though. The former got to fight to no end, and Murasakibara got to eat to his heart's content.

The Blood Night, otherwise known as the Purging of Aeons, happened when Seijuro was only fifteen. Doves from across the globe travelled to Japan, with the intention of bringing down the strongest known ghouls in the country. Many lives on both sides were lost, of course. In the Purging, Murasakibara lost his little sisters, Kise lost his father, Midorima lost his mother, Momoi and Aomine lost Momoi's grandmother, the one who took care of them both for so long, and those were only the people he knew personally.

It was a complete massacre.

To the pleading of his friends, Seijuro gave in and led them to an all-out counterattack. It was one of those moments when the main character of a movie feels being consumed by dark thoughts and desires, and even though they have the power to cast them away, but they don't, instead, they allow themselves to sink into it, drifting away to the promises of power, and being in control.

That was the Blood Night, orchestrated by a group of only seven ghouls that came to be known as Divine Beasts. Seven ghouls who, if they were set on working together, they could bring the country, no, the whole world, to ruins.

Good thing they didn't, right?

"Hey, you! Over there!"

The person yelling (to him, if he had to make a guess) brought him back to the present and out of the 'daydreaming' and focus on the current situation, focusing on the stranger in front of him.

And ran.

Even at that distance, he could tell the other was a ghoul. The best course of action he thought of was provoking the other into releasing his kagune and, after learning of its type, follow one of his set strategies that had formed and mastered during his years at Teikou.

It didn't take long before the redhead had ran a safe distance away, the stranger barely running behind, and he was attacked.

Ukaku-type then, huh. He mused, pleasantly surprised at the given challenge. It'd be really bad if it wasn't me, but I guess I have to do it. He concluded, picking up the pace and running faster.

The plan was simple. Run in circles until the other was exhausted. Then, he could go for a clean kill, merciful and effortless.

Don't run after me, Tetsuya! Reserve your stamina! He allowed himself a moment to fondly look back at the memory, before starting running, making sure the other continued running behind him and trying to land a hit on him.

Of course it took longer than his mock battles with his half-brother, but this was a kill-and-live situation. Seijuro could run around for a full day if he so desired, but he was sure (or hoped he was right) the other couldn't afford it.

So it happened, in less than a quarter of an hour, and Akashi deemed it was time. Swiftly, he ran the full circle, positioning himself right behind his pursuer, plunging a knife through him.

The attacker's eyes were wide open. "A Quinque….? But aren't you a ghoul…? How…? Why….?" he screamed.

"That, I am." Seijuro replied. "However, I desire to keep my arrival to Kyoto a secret."

"Just who exactly are you?"

"I am Akashi, and that's all you need to know."

"Raijou will get you, Akashi." the dying ghoul warned him, but the scarlet-eyed man didn't heed that warning at all. As far as he was concerned, Akashi Seijuro never did mistakes. All his actions were thoroughly planned, carefully executed.

Although, the things others saw as mistakes, he called them sins.

His first sin was orchestrating the Blood Night.

His second sin was failing his brother and their friends.

His third sin was three months later, when he lost control of his hunger and consumed one of his own.

(chapter end)

Phew, finally! After personal frustration on story building (please keep in mind this AU is loosely based on TG), a broken keyboard, problems with my laptop keyboard, an idea for a dark Kuroko-centric AU and an Akashi-centric Skyrim AU working in my head, this is finally finished (2 am by the time it gets uploaded).

I told you I'd write a bit of Masaomi, and I plan on expanding/developing his character more in the future.

This time, there's a bit of background story, and no, I didn't create the events of Blood Night (please excuse the bad name, I had no idea what else to call it) just to fill/pass my personal quota. It'll play a huge role mostly with Aomine's and Murasakibara's interactions with Kagami, and what Kagami thinks of ghouls later on.

I still have a hard time figuring out what kagune types to give my babies in general, but I've decided on Kuroko and Akashi so far. Kuroko is Ukaku-type, since a) Ukaku-type users tend to have lower stamina and b) strength lies in speed, and so does an Ignite Pass Kai. Akashi as a Bikaku-type seemed fitting, with Akashi being a basketball player balanced in offensive and defensive terms, and that's pretty much like a Bikaku, I guess.

Quick note to avoid confusion: The term Generation of Miracles/Kiseki no Sedai will refer to the Kiseki members (Kuroko and Momoi included, of course) as humans and among the groups they've joined. Divine Beasts refers to the seven of them as ghouls, but the term is rarely mentioned besides the Purging of Aeons/Blood Night. Which are two different days these happening, but still mashed up into one event to go down in history.

I hope you liked it, if you got confused somewhere or you noticed something wrong (typos, bad use of grammar, etc) let me know. Good night!