AAAAAAAAAAAND WE ARE BACK TO TSUBASA NO YUME! Sorry if this took me some time, I actually didn't know it would be this long I thought I could only do like 3K words or less the BAM longer chapter LOl anyways, seems like everyone is very curious to know what happened to Kuroko and Akashi, hmm, is Akashi really dead? What do you think, oh and surprises ensues! AHAHAHA who doesn't love surprise *best friend raises hand in the background* well, yeah my best friend probably is the only one. BUUUUT yeah, is Furi gonna be forever alone orrr not? And WHERE ARE YOU KUROKOOOOO!?

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Chapter 17: Dreams Are Made of This

"Sometimes it will feel like it could only get worse, but trust me when I say its going to be okay soon, maybe not now, but soon. Its going to be alright."

Angels never dreamed, when they do it was usually a flashback, something that happened before, for Akashi it was always about Sara, always about the one that got away. Somehow he felt chuckling at that thought, the one that got away, huh, or the one he let get away? For a moment he found white filling his vision, before the light died slowly and he saw himself… standing somewhere, he look around and realize the familiar pillars and white walls, the giant windows and decorated with stained glasses. He could hear a soft music being played near, he searched and followed where it led, and then he saw a familiar young man sitting on the marble floor with a harp in hand, his eyes were of the color of amber and his hair were the same shade of gold, next to him stood was a young man with emerald green hair and eyes that were olive green, he had a hard expression which was normal for the him, leaning in one of the pillars was the giant purple haired angel yawning, and sitting on the steps of the podium was a small angel without wings, his teal hair was ethereal with the glow of light reflecting in the stained glasses. The smallest of the group turned towards where he stood, blinking the angel smiled.

"Welcome back!" his voice was usually monotonous, but there was a significant rise in his voice that told him he is excited to see him.

"Akashi, where have you been?" Midorima said looking at the excited teal haired angel who stood in his seat to greet him.

Akashi suddenly wondered why he had forgotten where he went, or what he was doing prior to this. He paused thinking of what to say to his brothers when the music suddenly stopped, "Its alright, it doesn't matter, Akashicchi's here!" Kise said leaving the musical instrument on the floor, "So since Akashicchi's here let's go play a game!"

"Kise you're too loud."

"But Kurokocchi would like to join too, right?"

Akashi turned to find the blue eyes of his brother sparkling with curiousity, he found himself smiling as the boy nodded making the remaining three of his brothers just go on whatever stupid game it is. Midorima sighed and Murasakibara walked closer listening as Kise set up the game. He found Kuroko intently listening, it was one of the rare times he gets to play a role equal to them. The game is a simple hide and seek, and for all Akashi knows, Kise intently picked this for Kuroko to win. Not that they let him win, they do make an effort to look for Kuroko it's just his presence however you are good at looking you just cannot beat Kuroko Tetsuya at hide and seek.

"So who will be the it for today?"

"I don't like to be the it* Kise-chin."

"EEEEH but why, come on volunteer?"

"How about Kuroko?"

"But isn't Kurokocchi too cute to be the it?"

"This is not about that Kise and we never win when he is the one we seek. Its plain impossible."

"NOOOOO!" Kise whined, "Look Kurokocchi's pouting, you're just mean."

"I am not pouting Kise-kun."

"He isn't pouting, he said."

"BUUUUUT."

"Then why not Aka-chin?"

There was a pregnant silence before Kise turned to Akashi and beamed, "Alright then Akashicchi, for Kurokocchi's sake, you're the it."

Akashi didn't mind much, honestly, what was the big deal about being the it of this game all he have to do is look for them, as if they haven't played this for almost half of the century. Whenever they played this game everybody is not allowed to fly or hide somewhere that their two feet couldn't bring them too. Kise somehow devised this to ease their youngest of boredom. No one would speak, no one would say anything, but secretly all of the things they did were in order for Kuroko to feel as normal as anyone else in heaven. Akashi couldn't blame his brothers for feeling very protective of the boy, how can someone ever hate this dear angel? The halls were big and sometimes even if Kuroko's right behind them they just have a hard time feeling him there. The expanse of the game is indefinite, so sometimes it takes a very long time to find all of them, but time doesn't really matter for the likes of them.

This kind of games were what they did to pass time, when they are complete and boredom strikes them one of them would initiate something, sometimes Kise and Kuroko would pull a harmless prank to Midorima or something. Murasakibara was the one who picks up Kuroko when the small angel gets a bit too carried away in his small antics, everyone has their own way of showing concern to the smallest member of the family.

Wait…

Akashi paused from walking, he turned around and looked at the empty hallways…was this….something was wrong about this. These…were the kind of games they would play, but…this never happened before, Akashi had never been the it in any games they played, he never did because he always was the last one to arrive and they had started ahead, and he would hide and pretend to be there the whole as what his little brother would say, of course Kise would just whine about this is not fair or he is always it.

"Hm, then next time Akashicchi's gonna be the it."

"Akashi-kun will find me surely."

"Eh! You have less faith in us?"

"I didn't say anything, it was all from your lips Kise-kun."

Akashi was frozen in his feet, he…he wanted to be the it of this game, he was always busy then that was why he rarely get the opportunity to be with the from the start of the game. He doesn't remember this time…he doesn't remember ever being an it in a game, wait…what was the melody Kise was playing? He heard it and he should be able to tell, but he can't, and wait…at this time, why is Murasakibara doing there, shouldn't he be on guard back in Eden?

Akashi was baffled by his sudden realization, he felt something—a wind blowing and he tured towards the direction where it came from when suddenly—dessert. The place looks familiar yet…something is missing in the picture he thought. The sun was up high in the sky, and the sands beneath his seat were warm, he could hear the chirps of the birds nearby. This…is Galilee. Why was he there? What is he doing here? The land looks very beautiful yet something isn't right. Stepping back Akashi felt something hit the back of his soles, something solid, he look around and found some ruins there, a ruin of an old pavilion. Climbing the steps Akashi spotted a shadow, no a sillohiete of someone.

Walking closer Akashi was startled to see a brown haired man, he was wearing the usual attire of men at that time, a dark blue robe over his clothes, he was smiling as he looks at the distance ahead. He looked towards him as his smile widen, "Its been so long don't you think?" he said, his voice is awfully familiar. Akashi was sure he knows this man, he had heard of his voice before, and somehow despite knowing all those facts about how this man looks, he couldn't really differentiate him from others. Like seeing a color and knowing it's a color but couldn't express what exact hue and shade it is. Then he walked closer until his bare face snap every memory he had of this man—or should he say—

"Father."

The word had a very heavy ring to it Kiyoshi noted. He sighed, it can't be helped can it. Kiyoshi looked over the distance again and so did his son.

"Then…I must be…this must be…my heaven?"

Kiyoshi looked at his son, a lot had change, the way Akashi look when he was punished to be sealed in the pits of the abyss and now is very different. His eyes were more brilliant than they were ever before. Akashi was quiet as his father looked at him, of course, in the long time he had forgotten his carefree face, his come what may like personality, his brown hair and matching eyes, his tall built, warm and deep voice. He should have known, he told himself, people who dies often wonder what after life is like, and with all honestly the answer is simple, the souls of the people who deemed righteous were guided to the Path of Light and there they'll journey, but that journey itself is heaven, because whatever that journey is, is what they have ever longed for when they were alive, if not they would arrive to the place where they always wanted to be, and they'll spend their time their until they are reborn again. Akashi chuckled to himself, he never imagined he'd receive heaven when he dies.

"So is this where you always wanted to be?" Kiyosi asked, "I bet not?"

"You got it a bit wrong." Akashi replied truthfully, "The Seraphs can do better than you."

Kiyoshi chuckled scarcthing his cheek, "Ah, I guess I'm getting rusty in this stuffs."

The Seraphs were in charge of creating this worlds for the souls, they recreate a moment from someone's life or pull their most precious wish and make them into an eternal world before they come and wake up as infants again. "The reason why I want to be here isn't here."

Kiyoshi hummed, "I see," he said, "aren't you going to say anything to me?"

Akashi chuckled, ah, back then when he was in the abyss he spend every single second of thinking whatever cuss he could throw at this man, like how dare he let Sara die, why did he create those awful hairless apes, why is he trying to protect them when all they did was destroy what he created, why did he let them down? But when he came to the earth, everything, all those anger was somehow washed away. All he ever had in mind was Furihata and how he could use that as an escape and just live as normal like Gadreel. What should he say to him, indeed.

"You…are an awful Father."

Kiyoshi somehow found it funny how lightly Akashi said that, almost as if joking. He looked at his son, he…he has grown now. He understands him now. "Perhaps you speak in behalf of your brothers then?" he asked.

"Maybe, you know how Tetsuya seems to love just anyone, and forgive them all too easily." Akashi said as a matter of fact, "Maybe I don't really speak for us anymore."

"Michael is…very tough child, I'm proud of him."

"All of us are."

"I am proud of you."

Akashi turned to Kiyoshi eyes wide, his father...Akashi smiled, "Its kinda strange to hear that from you saying to me—"

"Are you not mad at me?"

"Someone wise once taught me, there is no use in lamenting on the past," Akashi said, "I have realized that getting angry, diverting my frustration on my lack of capabilities to be a better version of myself to others doesn't make me feel better."

Kiyoshi looked at his son, he barely could see that angel with fiery wings all he saw…Seijuuro. This was Seijuuro who have a will of his own, the boy who wouldn't mind breaking rules for those whom he loves. It has been so long indeed, he barely notice his boys had become a man now, Kiyoshi took a deep breath and stretched his arms, "So tell me, that boy whom you stayed with on earth. Tell me about this young man."

Akashi smiled, for the first time Kiyoshi sounded like a father, Akashi sat on the floor and closed his eyes remembering that short heaven he had while he was on earth, in the warmth of that human's kindness, in that mercy of those brown orbs. "He looks just like the life he lived before." Akashi started, "But of course, Kouki is himself, he is still different from Sara. You will be amused by how he could do so many things all at once and yet be worried of someone who barely moves in the house. Sometimes he's stubborn at the wrong time, sometimes he's too kind that I fear others may take advantage of it. He cries easily." Akashi chuckled at the last statement, "He gets scared of trivial things. Sometimes he just makes me worried."

"What a darling soul indeed."

"Would you…would you keep an eye on him for me?"

Kiyoshi laughed making Akashi frown, "Why don't you do it yourself?"

"Father I am already dead, what are you—"

Akashi was cut half way as he saw the strange glint in those eyes and that strange way the older man smiled.

What on earth is he thinking?

Midorima shifted in his position only to feel a comforting warmth snuggled close to his chest. Cracking his eyes open he found a mop of raven colored bed hair, blinking, Midorima reached to his eyes brushing them. Somehow Takao had managed to persuade him to sleeping there, anyways the doctor did a lot of things for him, this is just a simple favour anyways. Takao's hand were clutching the front of his chest while his face is buried in Midorima's chest, it made the raven haired doctor look small and quite—Midorima cut himself and just pressed a kiss in that mop of black hair, he heard Takao mumbled something incoherent something in between the lines of Shin-chan. As much as he hates to move Midorima felt like he needs to wash his face. Prying those hands off and lying Takao's head in a pillow he sat straight up and climbed out of the bed.

"Well good morning sleeping beauty."

Midorima's eyebrows furrowed at the sight before him, since when did Takao's room had a coffee table, and two loveseats. The older man sat on the left with a smile, "Well what?" Midorima chose to ignore him for Takao's sake, he moved pass him quietly and went to the bathroom to wash his face. After he dried his face he returned only to find the man still there. "Not gonna greet me?"

"Why are you here?" Midorima was wary of the loudness of his voice.

"Have a seat." Nijimura said, Midorima sighed, he will not stop unless he do as he says, ye? He walked over and sat there, Midorima noticed a cup of coffee settled for both of them. "Have a drink."

"No. I don't like coffee."

"That was prepared by your Father."

Midorima's expression hardened at the mention of that man. "The more reason why I shouldn't drink it."

Nijimura's expression darken, as he flash a dangerous smile at the angel.

"DRINK. IT."

Midorima felt a shiver run up his spine, Nijimura hated it when someone doesn't as he says, pciking up the cup, Midorima pressed the coffee close to his lips. Bitter. Well nothing seems amidst with the taste off the coffee. Then why is he so engrossed with him drinking this coffee?

"It taste good doesn't it?"

Midorima wanted to say no, but somehow something held him back.

"How is that boy?" Nijimura asked looking over the bed where the peaceful raven haired boy sleeps.

"He is fine," Midorima said, "I make sure of that."

Nijimura smiled, "Oh?" he looked over the cup seeing the half empty. "So you plan in staying?"

"Of course." Midorima answered swiftly, "What is for me in heaven? Living for a thousand years felt like just a few hours, I realized that the reason is this, because he wasn't there all those years. I'd rather live for a day and be with this person, than live a thousand more without him."

Nijimura looked at Midorima before standing from his seat, "I see then," he walked towards the door, "your Father will be very proud of your decision."

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"Shin-chan!"

Midorima bolted up abruptly as he felt his head collided with something solid, "AW!" he heard a familiar voice hiss in pain. Blinking the sleep off his senses he realized Takao was sitting on the end of the bed while a hand rubbing his forehead which was a bit red now. Midorima was alarmed, wait…he…was dreaming? No, that's…strange. Angels don't dream, and angels don't sleep. Midorima sighed and looked at Takao still nursing the pain in his forehead, well it must be very painful since his senses were hypersensitive. Midorima pried Takao's hands off his head looking at the forehead.

"Sorry about that." Midorima said as he checked the red mark on his forehead, "Its not swollen."

"I am starting to think that Shin-chan's the one who is blind."

Midorima flicked the injured forehead making the blind raven haired complain, "Don't be a fool."

"But you always say I am a fool!"

"Oh, yes I have forgotten, yes you are."

"Shin-chaaaa—mnph!"

Midorima pressed against the other's effectively silencing. Breaking the kiss, Midorima was surprised to see the impossible flush of red reaching to the tips of Takao's ears, smiling at the meek look of the usually bold and scandalous doctor, Midorima placed a hand on the other's cheek. Oh well, he could just get use to this, he leaned close to the flushed ear, "Fool." He whispered before pressing his lips against the other. Takao had kissed him before, but that felt like a parting gift, but this time it felt like a promise. A sweet promise of something that nothing could tear apart, something stronger, something in Midorima's mind just told him to stop thinking and let his senses and instincts do the rest. He felt Takao leaned in the kiss and his hands dropping in his chest as if trying to feel the erratic beat of his heart. His senses were suddenly overdriven by Takao's presence, his scent, the warmth of his palms against his chest, the curling of those fingers clutching the front of his shirt, and the taste of his lips. Midorima haven't tasted liquor before, or been drunk at that, but he was sure this was the feeling of intoxicated, like never wanting to stop, just wanting more.

Midorima's other free hand dropped to the other's hips, as he deepen the kiss nipping on those tempting lips, when a moan of pleasure escaped from the other Midorima felt braver as he experimentally stuck his tongue kissing in a greater fervour. A low groan resounded in the back of his throat as he found that strange yet so addicting flavour inside the other's mouth. The pure need to own the other filled him.

"Shin—ahn, mn!" Takao's hands tangled itself in those emerald green hair almost pulling, he couldn't stop the way his own system hungered for this close contact, damn, how can he simply resist this. Takao would be lying if he said that he hasn't kissed anyone before, but this was a different level. The way his lips, his tongue and his hands move were filled with a burning passion, the burning need to be close, to make him surrender. He has no idea if angels had this in them, or if not where the angel learned this, but the logical thoughts were being washed away by the sweep of Midorima's tongue in his bottom lip and the way his hand on his hip was gently caressing his side. The doctor has no idea if the gentle caresses were intentionally but they were making him cave in, if this was intentional then he could say it he was making a damn good job at it. He could hear the groan of the other, almost driving Takao by the edge. Midorima would break the kiss but only enough for him to breathe then he'd kiss him again, ravishing all that he could. This was so far from the composed angel, who barely showed romantic tendency, this man here kissing him was so intimate, so filled with desire. Takao couldn't stop all those moans from escaping his lips, his senses were heightened due to the lack of sight, he could feel every movement all too well, making his body burn at the heat of the moment. Before he knew it his clothes were feeling a bit uncomfortable and the room being unnecessary hot.

SPARK

Takao gasped at the suddenly warmth travelling from Midorima's tongue to his, it had a spark something akin to the way you feel when you get a tinge off electric shock. What…on earth was that, he wondered if Midorima felt it too.

"Stop thinking." He heard him whisper in their barely inches apart lips before resuming their kiss, but this time, Takao gasped audibly when the hand in his hips rested in his thigh. Wait, he cannot possibly be thinking about—Takao blinked, wait, he could hear…wait footsteps and—

BLAG!

"Good morni—"

"Ah, Mido-chin good mor…ning?"

"Huh? What's up with you two—OH MY FUCKING!"

Kagami quickly turned around covering his eyes while Himuro was gaping, wide eyed at the show before them and Murasakibara only side glanced whistling. Takao was alarmed quickly pushing the taller male and roamed his hands on the mattress looking for something perhaps that ccould be used to hide himself from all these people, damn this couldn't be more embarrassing! He felt his face burn as he grabbed the blanket drapping it over his head to hide himself, he heard Midorima cleared his throat. Despite not being able to see the three new comer, he know enough by the way Kagami's voice exclaimed that he did in fact see.

"I believe a door serves a purpose." Midorima said narrowing his eyes at the three, "Murasakibara, why didn't you even knock, and you are overreacting Kagami."

"I AM NOT!" Kagami exclaimed before turning to face Midorima, "I MEAN, I DIDN'T KNOW!"

"Well now you do."

"Mido-chin, so…you and Takao-chin, huh?"

"Don't act like you don't know."

"WHA—" Takao was surprised what does Midorima mean by don't act like you don't know, they only were official…just yesterday right—don't tell me—"Shin-chan you—"

"There is nothing to elaborate Takao."

Himuro was still gawking, are like all angels this aggressive, a shiver run up his spine, compared to Midorima, Murasakibara's…No, no, no, Himuro tried to shake off that unnecessary information. Well, it doesn't seem bad at all, the tall green haired male, Midorima Shintaro, or Mido-chin as what Murasakibara calls him, was one of Murasakibara's brothers, the six feet tall purple haired angel was finally dismissed off the hospital, gladly, there aren't any serious injuries and after that he insisted to see his brothers. To this reason he met with Kagami to ask if he had any idea where might Midorima be after knowing the green haired male was discharged from the hospital even before Kagami had woken up, it was only a lucky guess—well, maybe not really lucky. Somehow it was refreshing to see Muraskibara with his brothers, he look…more relaxed.

After a few more scolding on how they should knock first and few unhanded comments from Murasakibara about Midorima finally making a move and not being a tsundere, they all settled in, the three sat on a monoblock chairs while Midorima sat on the edge of the bed while Takao sat up listening to them.

"Have you had any information on Kuroko?" Kagami asked breaking the silence, Murasakibara's face fell, suddenly he found the floor amusing to stare at, and Midorima only sighed. "I…why isn't he with you guys?"

"We…don't know what happened to him." Midorima answered making Takao shock.

"Shin-chan what do you mean, D-Death wouldn't certainly lie would he?"

"Did he told you as well, that doing so will also save Michael?"

Takao was frozen at the realization, he…didn't thought about that…he only asked the information to stop the apocalypse or Michael's awakening, he didn't ask what will happen to him. They were filled with cold silence. Midorima reached to ruffle Takao's hair, "Don't blame yourself…please, Kuroko wouldn't want that, Kagami as well."

"W-What do you mean? A-Are you saying Kuroko's dea—"

"Kuro-chin is still alive!" Murasakibara suddenly exclaimed, Himuro stared at the purple haired angel, hands trembling, "H-He's…he wont die, he cant!"

"Atsushi." Himuro rubbed circles in the angel's back.

"Aka-chin did everything, he gave himself up, so Kuro-chin should be alive, he can't die!"

"Wait, Aka…Akashi, you mean…the guy, L-Lucifer?" Kagami asked trembling, what do they mean gave himself up for Kuroko, he's Lucifer right? "W-What is this, why cant I remember any of this?!"

"Shin-chan, don't you think Kagami deserves to know?"

Midorima pressed his lips into a thin line, the secret had been too long, it was about time Kagami Taiga knows his role in this tragedy. "I would start from the very beginning." He said, "Michael…or as you know Kagami, Kuroko Tetsuya, is the youngest of the four archangels, when he was born…he had a massive power brought about by his wings and sword. This power was quite ddangerous to be wielded, so our Father, upon his birth split his entity, taking his wings and sword, and halving his power. The same day, we received an ultimatum from Fate, the apocalypse. It was said there that Michael and with his powerful sword will battle with Lucifer and ultimately destroy earth, whoever wins the end result is the same, every one of you dies, and earth into nothing. We could not kill either Michael or Lucifer for the sake of just making humankind free of worry about its end, we couldn't back then. Then our father made a decision, if the key to the apocalypse was Michael wielding his sword, then the sword shall never be in his hands until it is truly the time for it—he sealed Michael's power along with the sword to a soul in the Path of Light."

"Path of what?"

"Its where souls journey before they are reincarnated, it is only a random soul, we barely checked whose soul it was, but knowing a part of Michael is in it, we were confident he wouldn't do anything to pull him down to hell. For years that souls would come back to heaven, then born on earth, it was just a cycle. It was…until something happened to Lucifer, to Akashi, he was imprisoned in the abyss, for a very long time, that very same day…Father disappeared. We could not find him, then the day you met Kuroko was the day Akashi broke out of the abyss. I…have thought that it was because Father died."

"Thought?" Kagami asked, "You mean—"

"I am now sure he isn't."

"What do you mean? Like he let this happen to all of you, to us?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I…don't know." Midorima answered, "Kuroko…when he fell here, we had forgotten about his wings and sword…his other half."

"That was why…he was wingless."

"Yes," Midorima replied, "His wings and sword is now a part of that soul's entity, and though the sword and wings are necessary part of his being, Kuroko must not take it from that human. The soul of course is owned by a human, this human is what we could call, a vessel. If Kuroko take that sword and his wings—the human will die."

"And?"

"That human is you, Kagami Taiga."

Kagami stared at Midorima, what…what on earth is he saying? You mean he is a part of justice league feathery edition? But…why? His soul…is half off Kuroko's…existence? If he dies Kuroko will be whole, he will get his wings, he will be the angel, the strong angel he always dreamed about. "D-Did…Kuroko…know this?" he asked.

"No, this all happened before he could even understand the basic of human lives, it was a secret between us his brothers and our Father, we thought we wouldn't need to reveal this to him." Midorima explained, "I had forgotten about this, I had not thought well of the situation. There was something that I once heard about the seal that was used to half Kuroko's power, it was said that Kuroko and you will be perpetually attracted of the other, meaning fate will bring you two together if both are in the same place. As cliché as it sounds it is what most of you would call a soulmate. Well, this time in the literal sense. This is the reason, this attraction, is why of all, thousand, billions of chances Kuroko may have landed somewhere else, you found him of all people."

Kagami stared, it made sense, that familiar way he felt for Kuroko, the trust he had in him despite not entirely knowing him, his hand found its way to his chest, he could hear the beating of his heart, his whole existence's purpose was to be the vessel of the part of Kuroko's existence, he is a part of him while being an entirely different existence. Thinking about everything that Midorima said something clicked to his mind, Kuroko had always been away from his sword and wings, because if he becomes close to it—"Then…the real start of the apocalypse…was our meeting? That day when I found him?"

"You are surprisingly fast in catching up, but yes." Midorima replied, "I have only come to realize this when I realize you are the vessel. The very day you met him, was the day you signed the world's end."

"This is…"

"Do not be daff and start self-loathing on us Kagami Taiga." Midorima said in a stern voice, "It is our duty to protect mankind, we shouldn't have made such stupid assumption that it would be a wise decision to send Kuroko here on earth. Though…I don't think our decision mattered, if we sent him to earth or not, I had a feeling he will still fall here on earth and meet you inevitably."

"What do you mean Mido-chin?" Murasakibara asked, "Are you saying this is…someone else…planned it?"

Midorima looked at Murasakibara closing his eyes, "Would you…no, have you, tried bringing your wings out?"

Murasakibara's eyes widen, he stood from his seat and tried to spread his wings out, but—"I…can't feel it Mido-chin."

"Because it is not there anymore." Midorima said, "More so, you…no, we, are perfectly human now."

Everyone gasped in shock, Kagami stared at Murasakibara and Midorima, what are they saying, they were…angels so how…just how? Midorima sighed, "I had doubts before, about this fall. I am—no I mean, I was an angel, it doesn't make sense that I get to be rushed to a hospital for sight problem, angels don't get sight problems. I thought it was merely the effect of staying for too long here on earth without going back to heaven for days, but then I realized this when we all ended up in a hospital all knocked out. There was something wrong about this setting, so I tried…but my wings, I can't even feel the pull of heaven, I feel…I feel vulnerably human."

Murasakibara was quiet, his face didn't change. The room was heavy with silence, and somehow this fact made Himuro uneasy, "Wait…Atsushi?" he called, the taller male looked at him questioning, "You said…you have another brother…Kise, right? Taiga said…he's in coma, could it be…could it be that there is a huge chance of him…dying?"

Murasakibara's eyes widen and he turned to Midorima who closed his eyes in bitter frustration, "Yes."

"Kise-chin isnt gonna die!" Murasakibara said out loud, "H-He's not gonna die a-and we'll find Kuro-chin and Aka-chin!"

"Akashi is dead!"

"He isn—"

"S-SHIN-CHAN!"

Midorima and Murasakibara were but cut when they heard Takao's strained voice, Midorima turned and found Takao curled up and clutching his head with a pained look in his face. Takao was sweating bullets and his body was shaking, Midorima quickly held the raven haired, "Takao, what is happening, what are you feeling?"

"I'll call a doctor!" Himuro exclaimed as he stood and ran out of the room.

"M-My head, h-hurts s-so bad!" Takao groaned.

Kiyoshi watched as a familiar man stood there leaning in one of the gigantic pillars of the hall, "How was it?" he asked walking closer, Nijimura sighed as he tossed in the air an empty regent with a wooden cork. He caught it swiftly and turned to Kiyoshi.

"You know I really liked those Hawk Eyes."

"I know." Kiyoshi smiled.

"I was intending to keep them."

"I know you can't say no to me." Kiyoshi replied, "People who sacrifice themselves are rewarded after all."

Nijimura smirked back, "You did give quite a big reward though."

"You think so? I think its just a right compensation."

"You…are an ass."

"I don't think that's the right sentence, I have an ass." The man chuckles and the other frowns at the poor joke.

The petite figure stood there staring at the fire in the furnace, the fire felt coming, no, not the warmth it emitted but rather…the color. The dark shade of coal, then the dark red color of the fire. The sight comforted him and lulled him to sleep. Just like any other day he spent there he had trouble sleeping until he would look at them. He had a trouble remembering, no voice seem to escape his lips despite his will to answer the questions of the kind hearted people who took him in. His small hands lay on his lap as he sat there in front of the fire. He heard them talking about bringing him to a psychiatrist since he might have some pyromaniac tendency, he came to realize that pyro is for fire and maniac something with an abnormal desire for something. An abnormal desire for fire? No he doesn't think so, he just seem to feel comfortable with the color of the fire, he wouldn't think of setting something on fire out of pure desire for fire itself. He understood their worry though, and he didn't say anything against it, not that he could speak anyways. But the trip to the psychiatrist never came, their son said he surely isn't someone like that, somehow he thought he couldn't do it or more so, he won't do it—set something on fire. Perhaps he looks that frail.

The family of three was a simple one, the husband, he figured he works in a law firm, while the wife stayed at home and had an online business which according to her is down at the moment due to the irregularity in the network signal due to the incident a few days ago, their only son is a third year in high school and a member of the school's basketball team. They were a fairly normal family whom out of the kindness of their heart took in a stranger fed him and clothed him, a stranger who couldn't even speak to save his life. They always said to him that they have always wished for a second child but they never had, so taking care of him wasn't something that went against their will. Their only son was very kind as well, though his jokes were extremely…out of this world, his puns are so lame it could make anyone laugh. Well maybe not him. Not that he don't feel appreciate his efforts to make him smile it just that he felt extremely sorrowful inside for some reason—a reason he cannot remember as well. He felt empty.

He heard a tray placed next to him, he blinked and stared on the tray containing food.

"I hope you have an appetite this time," the son said sighing before sitting on the floor. He wanted to verbally thank him for making an effort, but no sound left his lips. It has somehow became very frustrating. Kuroko looked over the fire, if he could only—"You know, there's a guy in my team that has a hair with the same shade of that fire, hm…well his personality reminds me of fire too, reckless, too much testosterone, wild but sometimes you just can't but admire it, and he affects us like an ever consuming fire."

What an admirable person indeed, an ever…consuming fire, the words sounded familiar. He looked at the man and over to the tray bowing his head, it was the only way he could tell him he is thankful and just like that the man chuckled, "Yeah, thank me later when you're done." He said, "And if its not too much would you bring the plates down when you're done?"

He nodded.

The man stood and walked away, he watch his back as he realized he was a wearing a windbreaker—

SEIRIN…

ADDITIONAL NOTES:

*It – In Japanese the word term IT is translated into ONI, this is quite ironic since ONI also means Demon *winks*