a/n= Thank you for the reviews guys! The last chapter got the fair amount of reviews, but it's still lesser...but still I won't stop writing!

Not much happened from this chapter, but I think it would be nice if we start to appreciate Kyoya's character more! He is a bae 3 anyway...

IMPORTANT NOTE- PLEASE READ:

I am going to China for two weeks for a holiday, so this fic will be put into a two-week hiatus, and I promised you the next chapter will be up on 9 July 2015.

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So please R&R! Reviews would be appreciated! Sorry, the long AN!

Kuroko planted himself on one of the cold stools in the hospital's cafeteria while staring at his pale croissant. His lips pulled up to a tight line; he didn't have much appetite after everything that had happened.

Opposite of him, Midorima's red bean soup suffered the same fate. After a long, strenuous conversation with his director, Midorima suddenly appeared at the doorway and asked him for his accompany for lunch.

At first, Kuroko was skeptical at the idea, for he was very familiar with Midorima's sentimental tendencies, but Kuroko needed someone to confide in after being lectured by the sly and cunning director.

But to Kuroko's chagrin, Midorima never said a word ever since they walked from the patients' dorm to the cafeteria. The green-haired male was busy scribbling something on his notebook.

Annoyed, Kuroko decided to break the silence. "So what do you call me for?"

The sharpness in Kuroko's voice steered Midorima's focus from his activity. Straightening his glasses, Midorima gulped before speaking. "I just wanted to ask. How did it go?"

Kuroko's eyes softened and smiled wryly. "Yeah, everything is all right."

Midorima didn't seem to buy the statement, but he nodded. "I see," he said as he stirred his soup.

Shaking his head, Kuroko muttered. "Where did my friends go after that?"

"They went straight home," Midorima said flatly. "Kagami send his regards."

Kuroko heaved a relief sigh and smiled sadly. "I see. Kagami is always kind."

With that, the two therapists fell into awkward silence. Despite being one of the most reliable therapists in the clinic, Midorima and Kuroko never got along. The green-haired male often ranted something about Kuroko being an Aquarius, which didn't compatible with his astrology sign, Cancer.

But as the two therapists spent more time together, Kuroko had grown more comfortable with the four-eyed male's presence than the blonde, because unlike the Kise's nosy nature, Midorima never barged into Kuroko's personal space unless the bluenet allowed him to. Not to mention, they were technically sitting in the same boat—vulnerable clients, Takao, and Akashi respectively.

Grabbing his pencil, Midorima continued writing furiously on the notebook, picking up at where he left. Curious, Kuroko tilted his head and leaned closer towards the notebook. "What are you writing, Midorima-kun?"

Albeit reluctantly, Midorima looked up at Kuroko and replied. "This one is Takao's journal."

The mention of Takao's name intrigued Kuroko. "Journal?"

Midorima nodded and smiled sadly. "You see." He quickly flipped through the older pages for Kuroko to look at. "I recorded his daily activities and our conversation. Usually at night before he sleeps, I let him read the journal for him to remember."

Kuroko found himself smiling at the thought. "But, considering Takao's heavy Alzheimer nature, I don't think he will remember them all the next day."

A lump grew on Midorima's throat before he spoke. "Yeah, he didn't," he smiled sadly. "But Takao really likes to read it. Usually, I will read it before sleep, like a bedtime story. Such a childish boy."

A wistful smile passed across Kuroko's face. He could imagine Midorima sat beside Takao's bed, gripped the book tightly between his long fingers and recited everything word by word like reading to a child. Takao would make tons of amusing facial expressions like a meek child.

"By the way Midorima-kun, how does Takao got Alzheimer?"

"Ah, Takao's Alzheimer nature is hereditary," Midorima replied profoundly. "His father passed away because of it last year. His mother and sister are currently staying with the relatives."

Kuroko's brain processed Midorima explanation before he nodded, frowning. "That's…"

"Unfortunate," Midorima said with finality in his tone.

Before Kuroko and Midorima could initiate another conversation, Seijuuro appeared from the cafeteria's automatic doors and wheeled towards their direction. "Tetsuya, are you done eating?"

Kuroko 's gaze shifted back and forth accusingly from his barely bitten croissant to Seijuuro's eyes. Seijuuro seemed to get the mental note as he sighed indignantly. "Then quick. If you're to meet that bastard, eat quickly before I change my mind."

"Yes, Sei." Kuroko nodded obediently.

Honestly, Kuroko didn't feel any hard feelings towards Seijuuro aside from his appalling behavior on his birthday party, but Seijuuro's turned him off with his egotistical behavior, and his apparent attempts to prevent Kuroko meeting Akashi.

Deep down, Kuroko was grateful Kyoya called him when it happened; he didn't have to deal with the questions and teasing from his Seirin teammates, and because of Kyoya's threat, Kuroko was able to coax Akashi to bring him to his mansion.

One hour ago:

"Kuroko, sit,"

A cold sensation ran down his spine the moment Kyoya's called him with his cold voice. Swallowing, Kuroko ambled towards the armchair sitting across from the director.

After muttering an apology, Kuroko sunk into his chair, head down. Across him, Kyoya tapped his fingers impatiently before speaking, "Kuroko Tetsuya, I am well aware of your cooperation with Kise Ryota."

Beads of sweat dripped from Kuroko's forehead as he replied hastily. "I-I see. I'm just trying to help..."

Kyoya cut him with a wave of his hand and continued. "Your current client is Akashi Seijuuro, who has Dissociative Identity Disorder, am I right?"

Kuroko nodded defeatedly. "Yes, sir."

To Kuroko's bewilderment, a crooked smile appeared on Kyoya's lips before he continued. "I heard rumors that you and the Akashis personas have a thing for each other..."

Kuroko snapped his head to look at the director and stammered. "It's not true!"

"You know lying will not get you anywhere." Kyoya leaned his chin warily. He seemed more bored than being angry. "You know relationships between patients and doctors are prohibited, right?"

Kuroko's jaw dropped, shocked. Even though that rule was part of his curriculum back in University, Kuroko couldn't believe he ignored that one, important rule. Not forget; it was as if he never knew that rule in the first place.

T-Then, why? How could it be?

"D-Director..." Kuroko uttered, his lips trembled. "I'm sorry...I just remember...I..."

"Nah, I know." Kyoya waved him off. "Love is blind, Kuroko-kun. It makes us overlook all of our options."

Kuroko blinked, thinking the director was joking. But when he looked up at him, Kyoya stared at him with a serious expression, and smiled.

"Let me tell you a story, Kuroko-kun." Kyoya stood up from his seat. "Do you want to hear?"

Kuroko didn't seemed to have any options, so he nodded.

Kyoya smirked by his response.

Before Kuroko could open his mouth to ask, Kyoya skipped around the room while humming a happy tune. Kuroko had never seen such playful side from the director before, but he was equally cautious because Kyoya was an unpredictable fellow.

Suddenly, Kyoya undo the red necktie around his neck and tossed it to the nearby sofa. At first, Kuroko only stared at his boss in confusion, but then his jaw fell when the raven-haired started unbuttoning the mittens of his blouse.

His boss was stripping.

Worse of it all, Kuroko could feel the heat of his cheeks getting warmer as Kyoya exposed his pale torso.

Quickly, he slapped a hand against his face and mumbled. "Boss, please put on your clothes!"

"Just open your eyes, Kuro-chan!"

Kuro-chan?! What was with the sudden familiarity?

"Director, please!" Kuroko screamed behind his fingertips.

"Kuroko-kun, this is an order."

Slowly, Kuroko opened eyes and peeked through the openings of his fingers.

Then, he let out a long, dramatic gasp.

Red and blue callouses were visible across his pale torso. Kuroko's face flushed when he could see some bite marks and hickeys.

"D-Director, what's this?"

"My former client did this to me."

"Who?"

"Harima Sho," Kyoya said as he slid his hands into the openings of his shirt. "He has IED. Intermittent Explosive Disorder. Well, it's a long time ago though."

Kuroko absorbed himself into deep thought before speaking. "IED...isn't it the one where a person has a behavioral disorder by explosive outburst of anger, and resort to violence?"

"Precisely." Kyoya answered, mittening his blouse. "When I was still a fellow pscyhologist like you, I have a hard time dealing with him. Sho-chan...I mean Harima-kun would always hurt me whenever I try to ask him questions. But in the end, I fell in love with him..."

Kyoya's story made Kuroko felt uneasy. If Kyoya could fall in love with his client, why would he stand as a director today instead of being fired by the hospital? Not inclined to press his director's personal issues, Kuroko's tongue slipped for the only question he had in mind.

"Director, are you gay?" Kuroko asked bluntly, feeling his heart racing, but he tried to keep his expression composed.

Instead of looking offended, Kyoya lifted his hand and showed his five fingers. Kuroko slightly gasped when he saw a silver band looping around Kyoya's ring finger.

For the first time, Kuroko saw a genuine smile spread across the director's lips.

"I see, you are married." Kuroko found himself smiling back at him.

"You know Kuroko-kun. I have something to tell you." Kyoya said as he revered the ring on his finger. "I am a masochist."

Kuroko coughed, his face glowed in embarassment. "D-Director! I think you just told me too much information..."

"Just kidding," the director shrugged flatly. "I want to tell you that Akashi is my nephew."

Kuroko's blush vanished. His words hung on his throat. "Really?"

Kyoya nodded, suddenly looking grim. "Orihara Shiori is my sister. She married to Akashi Masaomi and had Akashi Seijuuro. But my sister passed away because of an inevitable disease when Akashi is still very young."

Kuroko felt his head throbbing. Pulling up his lips to a tight frown, Kuroko contemplated whether the death of Akashi's mother might be the cause of Akashi's DID. Either way, the teal-haired male couldn't believe that Akashi had been living his life with one parent.

Kyoya figured Kuroko wouldn't say a word, so he continued. "I am familiar with Akashi and Seijuuro. I am the first one who noticed his DID case. All I can say is his condition is... irremediable."

Kuroko stiffened, suddenly looked alarmed. "W-What are you trying to say, director?"

"I want you to abandon Akashi Seijuuro as your client," Kyoya said without any hint of hesitation. "Healing Akashi is impossible at this point. It will only hurt him, and even hurt you, Kuroko."

Kuroko stifled a gasp, cold pang hit his chest. Shaking his head in disbelief, Kuroko frantically reminded himself that he could heal Akashi Seijuuro by making that one sacred choice: choosing between Akashi and Seijuuro.

But the thought itself throbbed blood into his head. The bluenet grabbed his hair, resisting the anguish pain living on his head. Thinking about it was extremely painful, because the bluenet admitted that he didn't want to lose neither Akashi or Seijuuro.

I will save them both...

No...

I have to save both of them!

Those chants maintained Kuroko's sanity like an anchor. As long as the teal-haired male gripped tightly to those ideals, everything would be all right, or that's what he had been trying to convince himself.

Kuroko hauled up to his feet and gave a piercing gaze to the director. "I am sorry director. I promised to Seijuuro! I will heal him director, trust me!"

The director regarded Kuroko's stern, blue gaze full of sheer determination. He hated to admit that those were the exact words he had said back then to the former director.

Sighing, Kyoya smiled. "All right. I won't stop you."

The director's approval lit up a spark in Kuroko's eyes. "T-Thank you director!"

Kyoya gave him a half-smile. "Well then Kuroko. I will help you a bit. Have you meet Akashi yet?"

Frowning, Kuroko shook his head. "Seijuuro forbids me to meet him."

"Selfish bastard," Kyoya chuckled darkly. "Well, then Kuroko, this is an order. Ask Seijuuro to bring you to the Akashi mansion."

"You mean their house?"

"Precisely." Kyoya nodded.

"It's impossible!" Kuroko protested. "Sei doesn't even allow me to meet Akashi in person, let alone visting his house."

Kyoya's composed expression never faltered as he spoke. "Tell him Kuroko, if he forbids this request, I will force you to abandon Akashi Seijuuro as your client. Considering Seijuuro's clinginess towards you, I don't think he would like that, wouldn't he?"

Kuroko found himself chuckling. "You're so good at this, director."

Kyoya smirked and winked. "Well, it's just a matter of playing with words, Kuroko."

Kuroko nodded and finally said. "Thank you director. It has been a helpful advice."

Kyoya stood up from his seat and leaded Kuroko towards the exit. "Good luck Tetsuya Kuroko-kun. You're dismissed."

Replies to guest reviews:

Hana: I don't mind your long reviews! In fact I love reading long reviews, it's so juicy ^.^

Sorry I can't say what happened to Kuroko yet, and I apologize if this chapter is too...not important perhaps? But I thougt characterizing Kyouya and Kuroko's conversation is Kyoya is quite important. Yeah Sei never really ruined the party, he is just being Sei XD

thanks for your review Hana-chan ^^ your reviews are always fun to read ^.^

: Thank you for reviewing this story Akashi-kun XD your username seems familiar idk why lol maybe it's just me...Honestly, I don't plan on abandoning this story, because it is cruel to do so. For the readers' sake, I'm actually done planning this story, and I don't plan to stop because everything is going according to plan XD

Hahaha XD I will check your fic out! Thank you for loving this story and yes, bokushi (and oreshi) needs a hug!

So I'm continuing this chapter and so it's not a cliffhanger anymore, are you satisfied? Lol

Thank you for your review! Have a nice day!