a/n= Hey guys! Sorry for the long update! I just started college yesterday and updates in of this story now on will be on Friday instead of Monday because of my packed college schedule

I am so nervous for college, and I need help because I need to get closer with the people in my major who happened to know each other already! I made many friends yesterday from different majors, but I need to get along with the people in my current crew because I need to spend the next 4 yrs with them.

Sorry for the mini rant! Mixed feelings really blended into my heart right now, between excitement and chills holy shit!

So back to the story. This is a huge, foreshadowing chapter. I hope you guys remember the little details in the earlier chapter :D This chapter will test you!

Please R&R! Reviews are well appreciated!

Seijuuro had always loved Akashi.

If it weren't for Akashi's generosity for letting two souls living inside his body, Seijuuro wouldn't had existed or obtained his own identity. After all, Akashi gave him a name, and the kind-hearted, prestigious son of the Akashi household paid his healthy well being just to store Seijuuro inside his body.

Because of Seijuuro's existence, Akashi was diagnosed by Dissociative Identity Disorder. Even though Seijuuro tried to keep a low key of his existence, the wandering soul leaped out of his abode and took over Akashi's body from time-to-time. They usually shifted their souls at night when nobody was watching. Pressured by his father's high expectations, Akashi tried to keep his grades constant, so in return for Akashi's kindness, Seijuuro would learn and study most of the study materials before retaining the obtained information into Akashi's head.

Most of Akashi's achievements were aided by Seijuuro's persistent attitude. Akashi told him to refrain doing this often, but Seijuuro insisted it was his repayment for letting him live inside Akashi. A home, a place where he belonged, given by nobody but Akashi himself.

But his unwavering diligence was not driven by his desire to help his host, it was because Seijuuro loved studying.

Before he lived with Akashi, Seijuuro was one would call a wandering soul or an ayakashi. Some believed that the gods never created a body of his own, just because they forgot about Seijuuro's existence.

As a wandering soul, Seijuuro watched many other souls living in human vessels. Compared to Seijuuro, these souls had everything; friends, families and loved ones. They also gained the privileges to go to school and learn or consume delicious meals everyday. They have people who cared for them, loved them, and acknowledged them for who they were.

But Seijuuro had nothing of those.

Sometimes, watching these souls dug a hollow, lonely pit in his stomach (if he had one). They could be anything they wanted, yet most of these souls took everything for granted.

Seijuuro loathed these kind of people.

Since nobody could see him, Seijuuro spent most of his time floating around in the spaceless air and watched people learn and study. Sometimes, he would settle beside an elementary schooler or a high schooler just to read the textbooks they had been engrossed with. Sometimes, Seijuuro would lingered around in exam rooms and watched anxious students performing their tests. Seijuuro would approach that one kid who scratched his head incessantly and peered at their test paper, just to figured out the answer and smirked before he advanced forward.

So when Akashi embraced him into his well-being, Seijuuro used the opportunity to learn, love and live as a human-being as much as possible. He was grateful towards Akashi, and he devoted his life to support Akashi as much as possible as long as he was alive.

But one day, like other normal human beings, the gods tested him.

The first time he laid his eyes on Kuroko Tetsuya, Seijuuro instantly knew there was something special about this man. He had low presence, yet he was a living, breathing human. He was unnoticeable by most, yet he resumed his daily lives by eating, hanging out with friends, playing basketball and supporting his friends. He was human but he was easily overlooked.

Just like a wandering soul.

Just like him.

Hey, how does it feel to have low presence? Hey, do you feel offended by those fools who ignore you? Are you happy the way you are? Can you tell me more about you?

Those were the questions Seijuuro died to ask the teal-haired male who was labeled as a 'ghost' by one of his teammates. Seijuuro was mysteriously pulled by that man and slowly, he was infatuated. He had the urge to drag Akashi into his abode and yank his conscious away so Seijuuro could take over his body and talk to Kuroko Tetsuya.

Then, his chest was pierced by an anguishing heartbeat.

Did it belong to Akashi and Seijuuro?

Nobody could tell, but Seijuuro was convinced it was him's, and he presumed Akashi harbored the exact thoughts in his mind.

The thought crushed Seijuuro's hopes away, just like the rolling waves dragging the golden sand off the shore.

Akashi loved that man. Seijuuro had no chance of winning.

After all, he was just a soul. Kuroko was a human. A human and soul was a mother and child, not a romantic relationship between two individuals.

Occupied by these thoughts, Seijuuro backed away from his feelings and decided to support Akashi and Kuroko instead, just like he had been doing all of his life. Supporting Akashi from the shadow, giving a push to his host who had given him life and identity. Seijuuro put his life on it, and he wasn't inclined to fail Akashi over his delusional romance.

Just like Kuroko Tetsuya, who was the shadow in the court, Seijuuro would be a shadow to Akashi Seijuuro. By just having the same position as Tetsuya, Seijuuro thought it was more than enough.

After smoothing out the wrinkles of his freshly ironed Yukata, Akashi slid his arms into the openings of the leather garment and overlapped the cloths over one another before fastening the sash around his waist. A few moments later, Akashi shifted his gaze towards the mirror, and he was met with a pouting, baby faced guy with an uncharacteristic frown.

Even though the yukata hugged his waist perfectly, Akashi thought the tightness on his abdomen showed off his sinous curves and made him look like a little child than a junior high schooler. Akashi was aware of his height, and if this yukata would have been more baggier, Akashi could hid the his unmanly body size.

"You're just like a high school girl going out for a date for the first time." Hearing this, Akashi's cheeks flared. As he heard Seijuuro's incoherent laughter, Akashi folded his arms over his chest and spoke richly.

"Well, it would be a dishonor if people would see the vice captain of Teiko in his current size." Seijuuro nodded with a playful hum before he added the fuel to the fire.

"Don't worry, Kuroko Tetsuya is smaller than you. You guys would fit in perfectly." Trying to keep the heat from puffing out his cheeks, Akashi bit his lip and turned over his shoulders, as if Seijuuro was standing behind him.

"I don't need you to tell me that!"

"Speaking of it, have you call your other friends? Those idiots might be late." Akashi let out a soft groan at Seijuuro's abrupt steer of topic. Ignoring Seijuuro's amused laughter, Akashi strolled towards the sandals laying before the door and shuffled his toes into the slippers. After stealing one final glance to the mirror, Akashi turned the door knob open and left.

Tonight was the Summer Festival, so the Generations of Miracles visited the festival as a celebration for their victory in the Nationals. Akashi's driver insisted to drive the young master to his destined location, but Akashi politely rejected him to keep a low key and not attracting much attention.

After scurrying off from his mansion for ten minutes, Akashi saw a familiar blonde hair and the messy blob of purple hair from the distance. As Kise waved at him from afar, Akashi quickly stride towards the rendezvous point, slowing his pace when he finally saw the sharp angles of his teammates' features.

"Good evening, Akashicchi!" Akashi acknowledged Kise's bright greeting with a bow in spite of the dimming sky which signaled nightfall.

"Good evening Kise, and you too Murasakibara." the lavender-hand titan nodded in acknowledgement and shoved a cotton candy towards Akashi's nose. It seemed like Murasakibara had started enjoying the festival earlier than everybody else. Akashi waved him off, and the hungry player drew the sweet snack away with a frown, which vanished immediately when his teeth sunk into the soft pink snack again.

Kise studied Akashi for a moment before prodding the golden, giant hairpin on his head. "Woah! You look so...professional Akashicchi! You dressed as if you're coming to a meeting instead of a festival."

Akashi glared at the titan hairpin on Kise's head and snorted. "Did you sisters forced you to use that?"

Kise turned his head sideways and pouted embarrassedly. "Don't rub the salt to the wound, Akashicchi!"

"Kisecchin's hairpin looks good..." Murasakibara drawled like a drooling hungry forest bear than someone who complimented his friend's hairpin.

Before the three could continue the pointless hairpin argument, they heard approaching footsteps and saw Aomine and Satsuki walking towards their direction. Midorima tailed behind them with a pink pouch looping around his wrist. Akashi assumed it was Cancer's lucky item for the day, and he decided to steer away from small talk towards one's unique possessions.

"Yo." Aomine greeted them casually.

Satsuki was prancing around before settling beside her tanned childhood friend. "Hey guys! Woah you all look so cute today! I love your hairpin, Kise-kun!"

Kise seemed pleased by her genuine comment and replied enthusiastically. "Thanks Momoicchi! I like your Yukata! The butterfly pattern there is so cute!"

Satsuki's eyes roamed across her yukata, which embraced her waist and curves perfectly. She giggled with a light blush. "Thanks! This belongs to Dai-chan's mother!"

"Oi Satsuki, watch your mouth."

While Kise and the childhood partners were discussing about their yukata, Midorima scowled at the sticky, cotton candy protruding from Murasakibara's pinky nails. Fixing his glasses, he chastised while unlooping the pouch from his hands. "Go to the sink and wash your hands please."

"Sink? Where?" Murasakibara sucked the cotton candy from his nails and poked his nose with the same finger.

Midorima shuddered in horror. "For the love of god, please keep your hygiene!"

Akashi watched as his friends dived into pointless discussions. Crossing his arms above his chest, Akashi's eyes strayed across the surroundings and peered into the festival entrance, which was engulfed with soft, golden lights screaming for crowd and fortune. He wondered if Kuroko already ventured the festival on his own, but the thought of him abandoning his teammates was very unlikely.

"Now that everyone is here, shall we proceed?"

A new voice. Everyone paused. As they slowly turned their head over their shoulders, a muffled scream tore out from their throat when they saw a teal-haired male in a cyan yukata materialized behind Aomine's shoulders.

"Kurokocchi!" Kise shrieked, his nails dug towards Midorima's yukata. The four-eyed male inspected Kise's manicured nails for personal reasons.

"You scared us, goddamit Tetsu!" Aomine chastised before his face broke into a wide grin.

Kuroko bowed with a smile. "I'm sorry to scare you all. I've been here before Kise-kun does."

"Holy, you are scary Kurokocchi!" Kise mewled and tore his hands off from Midorima's arms. Midorima smoothed out the newly formed wrinkles with a deep scowl.

Akashi moved forward and took Kuroko's hands before intertwining their fingers together.

"Should we proceed, Kuroko?"

Flushing, Kuroko's gaze shifted back and forth from his intertwined fingers and Akashi's gentle expression. He searched through his friends' eyes for approval. Kise offered him a thumbs up, Satsuki frowned a little before smiling hesitantly, Aomine sighed with a smile, Murasakibara simply stared at them and Midorima nodded with an unreadable expression.

"Let's go, Akashi-kun." Kuroko pressed Akashi's fingers with his thumb to return his affection.

The festival was swarmed with junior and senior high schoolers alike.

Girls in tight Yukatas hooked their fingers around their boyfriend's arms, stall owners screamed and motioned their products in the air for attention. They were little children pulling their parents' hands and ushered them towards a particular booth. The blushing golden lanterns and the thumping sounds of taiko and ornament's jiggles swallowed the festival into familiar warmth.

Murasakibara and Aomine were lining up a particular snack booth while Kise, Satsuki and Midorima were pulled by the fishing game on the corner. Akashi was stuck with Kuroko, to his pleasure.

"Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves." Akashi looked at his crush speaking as Kuroko took a sip from the vanilla shake he purchased from one of the stalls. It was not as delicious as Maji Burger's, but it was better than none.

"It's been awhile for me to feel so fun like this." Kuroko paused and his mouth broke off from the straw. He glued his baby blue eyes on Akashi's placid, yet unreadable expression.

"Are you in pain, Akashi-kun?"

Akashi blinked and quickly swallowed the distant memory of his mother that itched his chest at the moment. His lips strained into a smile. "I am fine, Kuroko."

"You don't look fine to me, Akashi-kun." Kuroko said with a deadpanned and serious expression. Lips curled into a tight line, Kuroko clenched his fist to the sides.

Akashi immersed his gaze into Kuroko's blue orbs as if he was swimming in them, trying to find the core and reason behind Kuroko's unwavering determination and ability to read someone's mind by just glancing at them.

Placing his hand above his chest, Akashi narrowed his gaze towards the floor before he spoke.

"Um...Kuroko, I actually have a secret to tell."

Kuroko tilted his head to the side, intrigued.

"First, I would like to thank you for reciprocating my feelings," Akashi scratched his head sheepishly, and if anyone who was familiar with the Akashi cooperation saw this, it would benefit them as their laughing material. "Since you're kind enough to accept my affection, I think it is the time I tell you the truth."

"The truth?" Kuroko's voice tainted with curiosity, with slight betrayal. "Have you been keeping something from us, Akashi-kun?"

In spite of the bitterness evident on Kuroko's face, Akashi remained his composure. "The truth is, there are two of me. I have always been diagnosed by a particular mental disorder called Dissociative Identity Disorder. I talk to my other self a lot in whispers, and sometimes we switch bodies after discussing among ourselves because we will not remember each other's actions unless we are honest with one another."

Akashi expected Kuroko to stare at him in horror, but Kuroko's lack of response scared the crimson-haired male more. But Akashi continued, clearing his throat.

"What are you doing?!" Seijuuro asked him incredulously. "Are you making a fool out of yourself?"

Akashi ignored Seijuuro and continued. "I want to be honest, Kuroko. The 'me' you know actually has another 'me', and because I trust you, I want you to acknowledge the other me's me existence. I want you to accept both of us, because that's what makes Akashi Seijuuro as whole."

Akashi and Kuroko stared at each other silently. As the crowd's murmurs and shuffling footsteps echoed in the background, Akashi's words hung heavy in the air, and Akashi's chest nearly choked by Seijuuro's silent sobbings.

"What the hell are you saying? You go all that way for me..."

Akashi smiled and spoke outwardly in spite of Kuroko's blank stare at him.

"I know you love Kuroko too Seijuuro, that's why he needs to acknowledge both of us."

Kuroko was surprised at Akashi's sudden outburst, but instead of questioning him, Kuroko smiled in relief.

"You guys have a very strong bond. I am so relieved."

Akashi and Seijuuro, wide eyed, stared at the teal-haired male in disbelief.

Kuroko suddenly walked towards the opposite direction before grabbing Akashi by the arm. "Now that we know the truth, let's celebrate your honesty by buying you a gift."

Akashi blinked. "What exactly are you going to buy for me?"

Kuroko's eyes sparkled a little and giggled. "You will see!"

A few hours later:

"Aominecchi, you should pay than fifty yen you borrowed from me!"

"Shut up Kise, consider it as a birthday present!"

The Generations of Miracles were walking home from the festival. Currently, they were sauntering around the area with no particular direction. Midorima was too busy mourning on his fortune paper and Murasakibara was popping takoyaki into his mouth. Kuroko drank the vanilla shake in silence and Akashi was still smiling at Kuroko's 'gift'.

"Hey guys, where are we going next?" Kise's eyes scanned across his friends' faces.

Aomine let out a long yawn. "Go home perhaps. I wanna open the new Mai-chan artbook."

Satsuki elbowed him and protested. "No, Dai-chan! I still don't want to go home yet!"

"It's not too late yet," Midorima straightened his glasses. "And there are still a few more hours before Oha-asa announce tomorrow's horoscope. I guessed using my free time would be appropriate."

"Just say you don't want to go home, Midorimacchi!"

Murasakibara made a snapping sound with his Maiu-Bo, as if he was agreeing with Kise.

As the boys strolled around the area, they saw light coming from a particular building a few metres away from them. At first, they mistook it for a restaurant, but the unique shape of the building with a huge dome on top confirmed their suspicions.

"It's a planetarium," Midorima commented. "I can't believe they are still open. It's already late."

Aomine bored his gaze on the spherical building and pointed the planetarium with his thumb with a yawn. "Even though it's open, there is nobody inside. It's gonna be deserted as hell."

Kise stirred beside him and his eyes glowed with sheer fascination. "That makes it more fun! We should have all the planetarium to ourselves! It's gonna be fun!"

"Do you even study planets?" Midorima tested the blonde.

"I just want to see the stars!" Kise countered with a pout.

"Honey stars." Murasakibara said to no one in particular.

Akashi waved his hand, silencing them. "All right all right, we can just go in there for a while and leave. Is there any objections?"

Everyone eventually agreed, after all nobody dared to piss the vice captain with a sharp tongue. As the Miracles skirted inside the building, Akashi turned over his shoulders and whispered to himself.

"Hey Sei, have you wandered inside a planetarium before?"

"Umm...no?"

Akashi grinned. "Now you will. Please keep your eyes peeled."

Inside the Planetarium:

Aomine was not far from the truth. In spite of the spacious building that might contained thousand of visitors at once, there was nobody except Akashi and the gang strolling around the building. After Akashi shoved a handful of yen to the security guard, the Generations of Miracles gained a VIP access as the attractions and lightings were once again activated for them alone.

Kise planted himself in front of the binocular and peeked through the glass without hesitation. As his shoulders hunched back and forward, Kise steered the binocular repeatedly until he saw the cycle of the stars clearly on his vision.

"Woah Midorimacchi! What is this black thing?"

Clicking his tongues in irritation, Midorima walked to Kise's direction and bent his body towards the binocular beside Kise.

"This is the stars' death cycle."

"Death cycle?" Kise exclaimed, tears bubbled on his eyes.

Ignoring Kise's crying threat, Midorima continued in a matter of fact voice. "When the stars are dying, they slowly transformed into a black material before plunging itself into the black hole. Well before they turn dark, they shine madly and transformed into a supernova."

Kuroko heard Midorima's explanation and added. "That reminds me of someone of a person who feels hopeless and turns insane before ending his life."

Midorima stared at Kuroko for a long moment before nodding. "True, we can think about it that way."

Hearing Midorima and Kuroko's response, Kise's hands curled into fist before withdrawing himself from the binocular and stormed towards a random direction and mumbled. "I'm going to the restrom for awhile."

"Oi, Kise!" Aomine ran off after him with a growl. "I know it reminds me of your grandma but..."

The two boys disappeared from sight.

On the other hand, Akashi was staring at the slideshow about black holes on the most cornered area in the room.

"I don't like this image." Akashi blinked and unconsciously peered down at his chest, looking at Seijuuro.

"Why?" Akashi could hear Seijuuro took a deep sigh before he replied somberly.

"It reminds me that there are some things that are inevitable," Akashi nodded as Seijuuro spoke. "Reminds me of your DID condition Akashi, and it was inevitable that you're cursed because of me."

Akashi exhaled sharply. "I think it's more like describing human nature."

"Sorry?"

"I will tell you later, now it's too much effort." Akashi muttered.

As Akashi and Seijuuro continued their banter, Kuroko approached them and squeezed Akashi on the shoulder.

"It's good that you guys are having a lively conversation."

Akashi's face flared for a second before regaining his composure. He cleared his throat. "It's a pretty creepy scene for anyone you know."

Kuroko shifted his attention towards the black hole illustration and turned to Akashi. "Are you guys discussing what does it look like?"

Akashi nodded. "Don't mind us. It's just a conversation between me and myself."

Kuroko cut him as a wistful smile spreaded across his lips. "This black hole….we thought that it was the one who absorbs everything, but scientifally speaking, it was the objects that are attracted to it. It seems like most of us blame the black hole for swallowing everything."

Akashi stared at Kuroko for a long moment. Kuroko paused for effect before speaking.

"It describes misunderstanding, an inevitable flaw of human nature." Kuroko said with a sad smile. "Most of us assume things without even knowing the truth. But the thing is, how will you react if you know the truth? Will you accept the truth as it is or are you going to accept the sweet lie instead?"

"Kuroko…"

"That reminds me of you, Akashi-kun." Kuroko turned at him with a smile, a bead of tear rolled down on his cheek. "I'm very glad to know that you have two of you. You are telling the truth. Therefore, even though you have this DID syndrome, I will still love you unconditionally."

Akashi, with parted lips, was still trying to figure out Kuroko's theory about the black hole, but he could feel a blissful, hot warm heating on his chest. He could feel Seijuuro was fascinated at Kuroko's theory, and again, Akashi felt his heart beating without his own consent.

I love him. I love him so damn much.

Akashi's eyes flew wide, shocked at the words Seijuuro was sputtering before he fell into mute silence again.

A few hours ago at the festival:

After handing the money to the shopkeeper, Kuroko took the present with him and handed it towards Akashi.

"Here, Akashi-kun."

Akashi took the present and his eyes widened in surprise when he realized Kuroko had just bought him a festival mask. It was white in color with a few red streaks of paint on it.

"Thank you Kuroko. I like it." Akashi's thumb kneaded the smooth material and studied it with a smile.

Kuroko giggled and said. "Hey Akashi, don't be selfish. Do you think Seijuuro likes it?"

Before Akashi could respond, Seijuuro screamed like a child who had just saw an ice cream truck passed by.

"I like it red!"

Akashi giggled at Seijuuro's enthusiasm and pouted. "He likes it red."

Kuroko heaved a deep sigh and rubbed his temples. "You guys really have a different personality huh?"

Akashi smiled sheepishly. "Well, kind of."

Kuroko took the mask from Akashi's fingers and grinned at the crimson-haired male.

"Then, do you mind if I paint it red?"

A/N= Please leave some reviews guys!I get less reviews from the last chapter ._. I was getting worried XD