a/n= "I am going back on 9 July" nope, it will be too late and dragged my schedule for chapter 9!

*clears throat* Hello Minna! I am back! China is a beautiful country!

So yeah KMHM is back, and sorry for the 2-week hiatus guys! For an apology, this chapter is longer than usual by 1000 words. First, I would like to give you disturbing warning of self-harm...

And knb has ended! What am I going to do with my life? The slow updates in Extra Game aren't satisfying my knb hunger. Oh well, mangakas get manga's block too I guess...

So please R&R! Reviews will be very appreciated!

When Kuroko set foot at the Akashi mansion, Seijuuro excused himself to visit the restroom. The redhead scurried off into the mansion without glancing back at the teal haired male. He never came back ever since.

In the end, Kuroko found himself lost inside the spacious mansion. The bluenet spent the next few hour meandering around the Akashi residence. It seemed like every corner in the house leaded to another different room. The bluenet admired the mansion's structures, which reminded him of a certain European bungalow from one of his novels.

But his sightseeing halted when Kuroko stumbled to the only room on the third floor of the mansion.

All doors in the Akashi Mansion were usually locked and well polished.

This room's door was opened wide and battered.

Curling his clammy hands into a fist, Kuroko braced himself for the worse.

Glancing around anxiously, Kuroko wondered where Seijuuro had gone. Based on experience dealing with the heterochromatic male, Kuroko guessed Seijuuro never visited the bathroom.

Kuroko believed Seijuuro left him a message.

After a moment of hesitation, Kuroko took a deep breath and resumed his march.

When Kuroko stepped into the room, a cold chill ran through his spine. His jaw slacked open, appalled.

He was greeted by impenetrable darkness.

Kuroko couldn't make out any shapes or forms from the distance. It reminded him of a huge splotch of squid ink, but he could see a king-size bed before him, in the vain of restoration. Opposite of the bed, Kuroko saw a mirror with a huge crack and dried blood.

Shrieking in horror, the bluenet took an involuntary step back. Panicked, his eyes darted all across the room, trying to steer his gaze away from the repulsive scene.

Then Kuroko's eyes fell upon the bed under, he saw him.

A crimson-haired male curled his body into a fetal position. His eyes squeezed shut. Pink scars and black marks painted all across his face, and to Kuroko's dismay, he saw a faint glow of silver metal gripped between the redhead's fingers. Scissors. The tip of the silver blade kissed his pale skin.

Kuroko felt his blood froze underneath his skin. The bluenet clasped a hand over his mouth and let out a muffled scream. It was Seijuuro! What the hell was he doing here?

He crashed into his knees and grabbed the scissors.

"Sei! What are you doing here?" Kuroko demanded, his fingers coiling around the silver blade. "Please let it go, Sei! What are you doing? You're going to hurt yourself! Sei, I beg you!"

Seijuuro said nothing. Instead, his lips turned into a lopsided smile before he slowly opened his eyes, revealing his irises.

"It's been a long time," he said while coughing. "Sensei…"

Kuroko's heart leaped. Two pairs of scarlet eyes stared back at him.

"A-Akashi-san?" a tear rolled out from his eyes. "Is that you?"

Kuroko's acknowledgment lit a light in Akashi's eyes. "Sensei…I missed you so much!"

Feeling the warmth creeping up to his chest, Kuroko gave a gentle squeeze at Akashi's cheeks. His fingers traced Akashi's cheekbones in disbelief.

"Akashi-san! It is really you!" Kuroko yelled between his sobs. "Oh my god, I'm so happy you're alive!"

"I miss you sensei!" Akashi buried his head into Kuroko's arms. He stroke Kuroko's shoulders, smearing his lab coat with blood.

But Kuroko didn't care anymore. He glanced at the ceiling with a relief smile. Inwardly thanking the gods, Kuroko made a resolve to never let Akashi go ever again.

But suddenly, Akashi body's trembled before he jerked back and yanked the scissors from Kuroko's fingers and slashed it at the bluenet.

Kuroko effortlessly dodged the attack, but a new cut appeared on his cheek.

Kuroko's eyes flew wide, aghast. Before he could register the overlapping events before him, Akashi thrust the blade into his own calf. An agonizing scream tore out from his throat.

At this moment, his scarlet irises turned into gold and red.

"Don't listen to this bastard, Tetsuya!" Seijuuro suddenly roared and appeared out of the blue, stabbing his knees repeatedly. "This fucking bastard is a liar!"

Half an hour ago:

Kuroko peered at his wristwatch restlessly. Seijuuro was supposed to be back by his side by now, after all he promised him to bring him to Akashi. Honestly, Kuroko had no idea how Seijuuro was going to call Akashi for him even though they were the same person.

When Kuroko looked up from his watch, he pulled his lips into a tight frown. Great, now he was lost.

Sighing sharply, the bluenet looked around his surroundings. Tall and identical mahogany doors stared back at him.

Kuroko wondered how anyone could bear to live in this endless maze.

Suddenly, a peculiar smell wafted into his nose. It reminded Kuroko of the strong perfume belonged to Kise. Then, he saw a long trail of white smoke spiraled from one of the half-opened doors in front of him. Curious, Kuroko quietly approached the door and took a peek.

Before him, he saw the back of a messy brown hair. The man faced against the door, his attention focused on the setup before him. Kuroko peered his head closer to the door for a better look.

"I know you're there, don't hide yourself." The man suddenly spoke without warning.

Kuroko gasped, inwardly scolding himself for his unusual nosiness.

"I-I'm sorry!" Kuroko stammered, finally entering the room. "I am not supposed to disturb you!"

The man turned his head over his shoulders and looked at him in the eye. Honey eyes met blue. A tight line formed on his lips, and a light wrinkle scrunched over his forehead. Despite being in a foul mood, the man looked like someone who was still around his twenties. Kuroko took a moment to admired his youth. Could he be…?

Suddenly, the man's hard expression softened, and the gentlest smile graced his lips. "Are you perhaps, Kuroko Tetsuya? My son's personal specialist?"

Kuroko opened his mouth to answer, but he felt like balls of cotton shoved into his throat. His heart drummed violently in his chest, and Kuroko found himself shaking out of pressure. The man before him with the familiar aura was none other than the head of the Akashi himself—or better, Akashi Seijuuro's father.

"Yes, I am," Kuroko said after regaining his composure. He bowed. "Nice to meet you. I am sorry to disturb you. I was looking for your son, but I got lost in the way, Akashi-sama."

The tousled haired man let out a small laugh and said. "Ah, my apologies. My name is Akashi Masaomi. You can call me Masao-san. You can come and sit beside me, boy."

Kuroko blinked, unnerved at Masaomi's kind and gentle personality. In spite of his inner turmoil towards Masaomi's demeanor, Kuroko didn't question the man's character any further.

"Y-yes, Masao-san," Kuroko said awkwardly while bowing. He murmured an apology and planted himself on the zabuton beside Masao.

As he brushed off the dust from his pants, Kuroko gasped at the setup Masaomi had been staring at.

A pot of incense stood in the middle of the table. That's where the smell came from, Kuroko thought to himself. Two vases of lilies assembled at both ends of the desk, and behind the incense was a photo frame of a shoulder length, crimson-haired woman.

Then Kuroko realized it was Kyoya's sister, as known as Akashi's late mother, Akashi Shiori.

Albeit was known for being deceased, Shiori's bright expression screamed life and vigor. Her hands pumped up in the air while beaming towards the camera.

"My wife has a brain tumor," Masaomi smiled wistfully. "I know it would shorten her life span, but I love her so much that I decided to propose."

Kuroko turned to look at Masaomi with a frown. Longing and loneliness flickered in his eyes, but the man kept his cool facade.

"You love Shiori-sama unconditionally, is that true?" Kuroko asked him with a smile. A warm feeling hugged his chest as Seijuuro's face flashed on his mind.

At first, Kuroko thought Masaomi looked offended as he stared at Kuroko incredulously. But the man only chuckled. "I do. Shiori is like my blood. After all, she brought Akashi Seijuuro into this world."

The mention of Akashi's name brought a frown to Masaomi's face. Kuroko wanted to ask why, but Masaomi opened his mouth before Kuroko could interject.

"Shiori's death hit him the hardest," Masaomi rested his chin above his palm. His eyes were half closed as he spoke. "My wife and Seijuuro are inseparable. She always stays by his side, unlike me who was busy with work."

Seeing the anticipation in Kuroko's eyes, Masaomi continued.

"Shiori's death was sudden," Masaomi bit his whitened knuckles. "I am so angry with myself. If only I could spend more time with her and Seijuuro, I can let her go more easily!"

Kuroko gave a gentle squeeze at Masaomi's palms and muttered. "Masao-san..." his voice barely audible.

Masaomi appreciated his comfort and smiled at him before he continued.

"So in order to escape from grief, I forced Seijuuro to be perfect." Masaomi slapped a hand across his forehead. "I forced him to excel in all things. Latin poems, Chinese characters, Roman history, and all those bullshit that never mattered! He is pressured, and I didn't even give him time to grief for his mother. I am a terrible father!"

"Masao-san…" Kuroko looked up at him with a reassuring smile. "It's all right Masao-san."

"Not to mention his Dissociative Personality Disorder," Masaomi continued with a devastated sigh. "It's all my fault! I brought him to many psychologists and therapists in the past, none of them work!"

"Yeah, I was well informed of that," Kuroko said slowly.

Masaomi shook his head with a sigh for a moment before he regained his composure. "But actually, after observing my son for a while, I think I figured out a cure."

Kuroko's mind clicked immediately. He looked at Masaomi expectantly. "And that is?"

"We need to grant their wishes, both Akashi and Seijuuro." Masaomi rubbed the bridge of his nose. "And their wishes are simple: kill or heal."

"Kill? Heal?" Kuroko asked incredulously.

Masaomi frowned at this and said after a long moment. "From the two Akashis, I learn that one of them wants to be healed so badly, and the other one just wants to disappear entirely."

"So, what you're trying to say is…" Kuroko said slowly but Masaomi continued.

"We need to figure out which Akashi wants to be healed, and which Akashi wants to be killed. By that, we need to fulfill their wishes."

"Based on my experience," Kuroko suddenly said. "Seijuuro keeps telling me he wants to be killed, so perhaps, Akashi is the one who wants to be healed?"

Masaomi nodded before speaking. "That's exactly I was thinking. However, we can only consider it as a hypothesis, Kuroko Tetsuya-kun."

Back to present:

"S-Sei…" Kuroko gasped in disbelief. He traced over the new scar on his cheeks. "What have you done?"

"Don't trust him, Tetsuya!" Seijuuro roared, gripping Kuroko's shoulders tightly. Kuroko felt a sharp pain on his upper arm. "Akashi is a liar! He is a coward! He only said that just for show! Such greedy, insolent being!"

Before Kuroko could retaliate and take action, Seijuuro got to his knees groggily, enduring the sharp pain on his legs that meant to injure his other half. Snarling, Seijuuro cursed under his breath.

"You fucking greedy, coward, appalling rodent!" Seijuuro hissed and stared at his own reflection through the cracked mirror. "Stop messing around with Tetsuya! If you're scared of having him, then just give him to me, bastard!"

With a roar, Seijuuro slammed his fist against the already fractured mirror. The cracks eventually dropped to the ground, and Seijuuro managed to catch one of the sharp fragments in his hands.

Figuring out Seijuuro's next action, Kuroko scrambled to his legs and yelled. "Sei! Don't! What are you doing—"

Without hesitation, Seijuuro pierced the sharp crack into his arm, oozing out the dark-red crimson liquid out of his milky skin. He let out a shrilling scream.

Suddenly, he broke into his knees and to Kuroko's dismay, his heterochromatic eyes altered into a pair of the crimson iris.

"S-Sei…" Akashi's weak voice emerged from his throat. "You proved your point! Please, I need to talk to Tetsuya…"

But Akashi wasn't able to finish his plea as the red-head suddenly screamed, rolling his eyes into whites before his dual-colored iris returned.

"Oh shut up pig head!" he suddenly leaped to his feet. "Both of us know that I deserved Tetsuya more after everything I've done!"

The redhead male shook his head furiously before his scarlet eyes returned. "I know!" his voice was hoarse, and he sniffed. "You deserve Kuroko more than I do! But but Sei…you're not the only one who loves Kuroko. After all, this body belongs to me!"

Screaming, the red-haired male inflicted another damage on his other arm before hissing in pain. "Stop rambling about that shit!" heterochromatic eyes suddenly glowed. "You're the one who gives this body to me back then. Now that you don't have to deal with unnecessary bullshit, are you telling me that I should back off and let you take the reward I deserve?"

Seijuuro's hand suddenly moved beyond his control as the glass crack flew across his cheek, injuring his chin. He cursed under his breath before Akashi took over.

"You know we have to do it to save him, right?" Akashi asked him wearily and sunk the glass crack into his injured arm.

With that, Seijuuro immediately resurfaced as he howled. "Fuck you! You're just making excuses!"

Akashi entered into his mind and was about to sink the glass crack towards his neck before Seijuuro managed to take over his senses and dodged it quickly.

A normal witness would assume a certain demon had possessed Akashi, but they were half correct because Akashi was possessed by nobody but himself.

Kuroko opened his mouth, but words never escaped from his throat. His sky-blue eyes dilated wide as if it would rip out of its sockets. Kuroko felt something heavy weighed against his chest, and he ended up choking on his own tears before he realized it.

Yanking his hair in frustration, Kuroko let out a muffled scream. Somebody stopped this silly massacre—for the love of god! The teal haired male could barely look at the scene as the two Akashis stabbed each other to death, yet in the end they were only destroying one body. The only solution for them to vent out their anger to each other was self-harm, and Kuroko loathed that. It seemed so wrong, no, it felt wrong. In the end, Seijuuro and Akashi would never harm anybody except themselves. Each tip of the blade meant shortening the lifespans for both of them altogether.

And Kuroko didn't want to lose none of them. They were part of Akashi Seijuuro—they were both part of Akashi Seijuuro Kuroko had come to love.

As the Akashis fierce arguments muffled in the background, Kuroko processed his mentally drained brain; he needed to do something—something that would affect both Akashis, something that would divert their attention from killing each other. Just a distraction…

And then Kuroko realized it didn't have to be.

Masaomi's words came into his mind.

"We need to grant their wishes," Masaomiscratched his chin. "And their wishes are simple: kill or heal."

"Kill…and heal…" Kuroko muttered under ragged breath. "Which one…?"

Despite Masaomi's warning, Kuroko gripped on his advice like an anchor. At this rate, Kuroko needed to act fast before the Akashi Seijuuro could kill himself. He hated himself to use Masaomi's raw hypothesis as his next course of action, but the bluenet was desperate. He needed to use whatever he had in mind in order to stop this bloody, pointless battle…

Suddenly, Seijuuro's words rang on his mind:

"Some things might not go the way you want them to be," Seijuuro chuckled bitterly. "You might end up losing one of us, I promise."

"W-What are you talking about?" Kuroko's voice crumbled, refused to accept Seijuuro's following statement.

"It depends on your choice Tetsuya," Seijuuro's voice tinged agony. "If you choose one of us, I believe whoever that is not chosen, will be gone forever."

The thought itself churned nausea on his stomach. He didn't want to choose, but not choosing means risking their lives. With vacant eyes, Kuroko stared at the body of a certain red-haired male, which was becoming the victim of the battle of two souls.

Kuroko recited Masaomi's and Seijuuro's statements in his mind all over again. After a moment of thought, the bluenet squeezed his eyes shut and made up his mind.

Kuroko Tetsuya got to his feet and grinded his jaw before he snapped.

"Snap the fuck out of it, both of you!"

Like a pause button, the redhead's body stopped squirming. He turned to look at Kuroko, whose eyes were almost unreadable.

It happened to be Seijuuro who was inside Akashi Seijuuro's body. He sighed before he spoke. "What do you want Tetsuya? Can't you see I am eliminating this bastard?"

Kuroko's eyes traced all over Akashi Seijuuro's body. New red marks and bloody scratches decorated all over his body. Kuroko was afraid those scars would be permanent.

Kuroko was silent for a moment before he narrowed his eyes and glared at Seijuuro. "Sei, leave."

Seijuuro quirked a brow and asked incredulously. "Excuse me?"

"I said leave," Kuroko said in a firm tone. "You want me to kill you right? You don't want to live in my projected affection towards Akashi, so I suggest you should leave."

Seijuuro's eyes slowly widened, enraged. The sheer resolution unwavering in Kuroko's eyes infuriated the heterochromatic male. He thought Kuroko had no idea how those words hurt him.

Despite the bitterness swelling upon his heart, Seijuuro scoffed nonchalantly. "So, you finally make up your mind. You choose that coward instead of me?"

"Yes," Kuroko answered curtly.

Seijuuro sneered before he flashed a look of hatred at the therapist. "Fine. You want this, Tetsuya. Fine, you win. The moment I stepped out of this cursed body, you will have that coward for all yourself. That means Akashi Seijuuro is healed out of Dissociative Identity Disorder! Are you happy Tetsuya? Are you?"

Kuroko tried to swallow the lump growing on his throat as he answered. "Yes. I always love Akashi-san from the beginning. I am sorry Sei, but I need you to leave."

Seijuuro crossed his arms and let out a bitter laugh. "All right, if that is what you want. You're heartless Tetsuya, but I will always love that shitty attitude of yours! Congratulations Tetsuya! You have healed Akashi Seijuuro from DID! You just need to wait to receive your paycheck."

With that, Seijuuro closed his eyelids, and his body collapsed to the floor.

Kuroko frantically grabbed for his body and tapped the redhead on the cheek.

Swallowing, Kuroko finally said. "Akashi-san?"

Like what Seijuuro said, he was no longer invading Akashi's body. Slowly, the red-haired male fluttered his eyelids, revealing a pair of the crimson iris.

"K-Kuroko-sensei?" his voice was tired, yet a small smile graced his lips. "I-I'm sorry. I can explain why I'm afraid of…"

"No, you don't have to." Kuroko pulled Akashi into his embrace and said gently. "It's all over now."

"Huh?" Akashi looked up at him, confused.

"Seijuuro is no longer in your body." Kuroko strained a smile. "You're healed now, Akashi."

Akashi shook his head in disbelief and said slowly. "A-Are you serious?"

"Can you feel Sei's presence in your head now?" Kuroko inquired, caressing his cheeks.

Akashi closed his eyes for a moment before he looked up at Kuroko with a grin. "No."

Kuroko's eyes went wide and dragged Akashi into a tight embrace. "Good. That's good. You have been healed."

Despite the smile on his face, Kuroko felt the life squeezed out of his heart. He already missed Seijuuro. Why did everything come to this? Was there any more way to bring both of them into one?

Kuroko buried his head on Akashi's neck, crying while rejoicing Akashi's healing.

But deep inside, Kuroko knew the tears rolling down on his cheeks were not for Akashi, but it was for his alternate personality that Kuroko had come to love and even more than Akashi himself.

Replies to guest reviews:

Hana :Welcome back to review Hana-chan. Your reviews are always refreshing. Yes, season 3 is ending and I wish they update Extra Game quicker so they can adapt it to OVA or even better, a friggin movie!

Takao's condition will be revealed in a few chapters, and sorry last chapter is so uneventful :( I hope that this chapter make up for it!

I hope this chapter glues your heartbreak for the 2-week wait! Again, I'm so sorry!

Thank you for the kind review, Hana-chan!

Guest: Isn't that the whole point of the story lol?

No this is not a crossover.