#TBS is like—Nijimura's broadcasting company and TMI is like the band's company. I don't care what's wrong and what's right anymore like um it was already wrong when I put two bassist in a band wth.

Song 14 ; who

Go ahead and lie to yourself

And pretend that you're a ray of light

When you're a broken candle

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"So, do ask." He let himself sit at the leather black sofa in front of the reporter, leaning against it with his arms and legs crossed. He had taken off his suit and loosened his tight tie around his neck, revealing an unbuttoned two button from the collar and his collarbone.

The reporter also had let himself relax and turned on the AC; summer heat and piling works weren't the best combination. He clicked on a few icons in his laptop, opening Word over there. "You do know my question already." He said, narrowing his squinted eyes towards Akashi.

The other clicked his tongue, shaking his head as he tilted his head to his palm. "As a professional reporter, you should not behave like that." He said, earning a rolled eye from Nijimura and a mumble of; 'what a pain'. "It's a game."

He ushered him to continue, "I'm not here to get interrogated, sadly." Akashi declined, "I'm here to ask you a favor."

"And sadly, it is my job as a reporter to ask you questions; whether you like it or not. I'm not your servant, brat." Nijimura replied mockingly, obviously irritated by the redhead's behavior thus gaining an answer of "it's not the time to reveal all of it." Okay. It was official; he hated the brat more now.

What did he expect him to do? Kneel and lick his brand shoes? As if he would do that! Twirling a lock of his hair, Nijimura blew a fuse. "Now look, Akashi. I don't know what 'game' you're playing at, but you should stop. The media is blowing a fuse; you're just adding oil to the fire."

Akashi shrugged his shoulders, "This game isn't just a game." He could see his knuckles turning white, "Just a little more, and its checkmate." His heterochromia eyes (wait, Nijimura could swore he didn't saw any differences between the eyes-) locked with the other, gazing with pure confidence (desperation hidden in those clear gazes) —or maybe that was only Nijimura's imagination; he could never imagine the Akashi Seijuro desperate to do something with someone's help. "This is my first and last favor.. Nijimura-san."

Nijimura-san?

(forget about how Akashi's eyes looked the same, it was the same. Nijimura must starting to get old, to imagine things like that)

They didn't speak another word for a minute or two; it was silence all over again. Suddenly breaking the atmosphere, Nijimura's phone rang; 'Tell me why~' He quickly pushed the answer button, ignoring the snort from Akashi. "Hello? Haaah? What do you mean by the fans surrounding the building?"

"Fuck. I'll go there; we can't afford to have them leak unnecessary information and destroying the company." As in cue, he could hear banging sounds from outside, as well as screams. He cut off the phone and scowled, this was going out of control; the people are surrounding his company—TBS and TMI, GoM's. They demand to know what's going on with their favorite band, they were going mad.

Akashi walked to the window and looked downward, where his eyes caught the fans all over the place. "They are sure lively." He said, gaining a glare from Nijimura, "You planned this?" Nijimura growled. "The media is a mess right now; you're bringing TMI to its downfall."

"Believe me; the truth is far from what you're saying." Akashi replied. He took a step closer to Nijimura, craning his head to look at the older male in the eye, "You'll know how it will bring fortunes to TMI when you help me. So what about it?"

"I dare to bet you're going to say 'Because, I'm absolute' afterwards as your next reason for me to agree." He massaged his head, suddenly feeling a terrible headache coming from all of the stress and frustration. "I'm going to regret this."

A smile formed on the redhead, "You're not going to, because I'm absolute."

When Kise was on his way to the company, he halted in front of it, deciding he should go another time—it was not his fault for chickening out after seeing the mob in front of it; how could he even get past through it? He doesn't want to waste his brand clothes (they were expensive, thank you very much)

Thus, here he was at a park, sitting and looking at the smiling children playing hide-and-seek. His hazel eyes looked at them—how envy he was to them, they could have fun like there's no problem in the world, while he himself? He was drowning in complicated problems. His band was breaking up, and he was rejected.

Not to mention the terrible headache he was still feeling up until now. Again, his phone rang, but he didn't bother to check it—he already knew why it rang, high possibility that it were his fans sending him messages through Twitter or any other social medias. It was going crazy after all.

He didn't like thinking what would he do after the band officially disband, continue his model career or solo? Or do both? Nah, even though among the GoM, his voice was the most organized and good, he didn't have any confidence to continue solo. "Sha-la-la." He hummed his previous song he first made—together with him. He never knew love would hurt this much; he was used to be the one get chased, not the one who chase. Ah, damn, how it brought his bad mood over and over again.

Where was his mood booster when he needs it? Oh yeah, there was none. Drowning in the river of feels, he slowly closed his eyes to ease himself down. "Kise, what are you doing here?" Aomine? He cracked open one eye, oh yeah, that dark complexion, it must be Aomine. "Going out when things are like this isn't a good idea, especially sleeping in the park; wake up, dumbass."

"I could say the same to you—oof." He grumbled drowsily, accidently making contact to a nail beside him while he stretched. Kise cringed at the small amount of blood flowing from his index finger. "I wanted to go to the company but it looks crowded, so I decided against it and take a breather around here. Aomine-cchi is the one who's wandering around,"

A click of tongue came from Aomine. "I was on my way to Akashi's."

"Why now?"

"The producer called—" Aomine took a breath, scratching his hair, suddenly feeling itchy. "—Akashi cut off all ties from TMI."

Kise widened his eyes, "so all of our money that was from his family's investment would be gone. With the band disbanding, TMI is in its downfall." Aomine continued his explanation hoarsely, clearly not fond by the idea of it. He wondered, why did Akashi did all of this? Did he do this on purpose or was it for his father-?

How he regretted meeting Shuichi on that day; he was the devil for sure.

"It's a matter of time before TMI will go bankrupt after the official disbandment."

It was like the sky wanted to fit the situation and growled angrily; a storm was coming soon. "What a funny joke," kise laughed bitterly, his golden eyes glaring at the darkening clouds. "Aomine-cchi, if we make a band by ourselves… without Akashi-cchi, can it still save TMI?"

He never saw Aomine making a face like that, but he guessed he himself must be making the exact same face, considering they already know the answer to his question. "If it really can, do you want to do it?"

(short on breath, heavy on time)

It wasn't wrong.

Yes, it wasn't wrong. How could he, Akashi Seijuro be wrong? It was right—and this was the best decision and path he should make to win this game whether people believe it or not. But they should, because it was him; the Akashi Seijuro—son of Akashi Shuichi.

He was the emperor, he was absolute.

(or was he not?)

Akashi wore his trench coat and his cyan hat to cover his face and walked out of the building through the back; where the fans didn't surround. He sneaked out easily, looking at TBS once more before scramming to the street, waiting for a taxi.

"Don't make any decisions you'll going to regret," Nijimura had told him that, surprisingly, without his harsh glare and mouth. He said it like he really cared for him, even though

Another vibrate coming from his pocket; his phone, probably. He looked the caller ID, it was Aomine. Eyebrows drawn together, he slide the decline button then turned off his phone. He sighed before massaging his temples hardly, finding it a way to relax himself a bit after all of the stress going on.

you caused this, why are you relaxing? You have no right-

No, he denied himself, biting his own lips. My father did; I'm just following his orders. He swore he could hear a scoff, because he did. And it irritated him, greatly. But he paid no mind to it, continuing to ignore them. Suddenly, the sky looked fascinating as his eyes glazed over it, without noticing it himself; his hand had reached out for it. What am I'm doing? He gripped his arm, frowning. I do not have any time to deal with this; I need to properly meet with Shintaro and the others—

to make them break? No, no. he needed to tell them what they must do next. What they must do without him in their career; he knew them too much, they really will stop playing and he really didn't want that when they started enjoying it again because of him—yes, Kuroko Tetsuya (was this mother instinct?caring for them?). This was going exactly like what he wanted, what he planned since yesterday (yesterday and yesterday) lies, lies.

Clutching his head with both of his hands, he groaned inwardly, a pang of headache hit him fast and hard. Breathing in and out, his right hand clutched his chest, gasping for air. ('I'm so sorry darling I didn't mean to leave you that fast—' no nononomumDOn'tgo.)

(at 4 a.m i wake up and brush my teeth, brush my teeth and head out for a shower then wear that black suit over and over again. At 6a.m breakfast with father without any conversations; next is music course, kanji, calligraphy, shooting lessons ending till 12 pm followed with an afternoon tea lesson while drinking. 1pm, English-languages lessons, manner lessons and… 5 pm, no music (basketball) with mum… 6 pm, following father do his job…

8pm, head home, catch dinner, study study and study the lessons of a higher grade till 1am

The next day the same routine)

"Are you alright, sir? Do you want to go to the hospital?" the driver glanced worriedly at him, snapping him from his short panic attack—if that's a way to describe it. "You're sweating, a lot."

Akashi shook his head, declining politely while exhaling. "No it's not needed. Thank you very much." He really meant it, if the driver hadn't tried to speak with him, he didn't know what would happen afterwards. He could even black out.

From: Shintaro

Subject: We can meet up tomorrow

The others are currently having their problems right now, and it's not wise to confront them while in this situation right now. Its better if we meet up tomorrow; I have already consulted the others about this and they agreed.

They are angry at you.

And I am too.

But nevertheless, I want to talk to you right now. Go to xxx-xxx now, I'll be waiting at section G-24

He narrowed his eyes at the familiar address, gripping his phone tightly. "Shintaro," he mumbled. What are you planning now?

Midorima was exhausted dealing with Takao, and as if he wasn't enough, the amount of fanmails has surged over seventy percent. He wondered if he should block his account already and close the official page of the band… well, since they are disbanding too, it shouldn't matter whether it should be closed or not.

But in short, he's very, very exhausted.

At least there was Oha-Asa and a can of oshiruko there which practically helped him ease out his mind.

He remembered what he said to Takao about Akashi's family, about his connections and others. About their friendship, their band, everything. He even mentioned about how Akashi's mother died, and how in Akashi, there are two of them. Being the son of a doctor he was, he explained the disorder Akashi has. And it sparked.

Midorima texted the red-head.

They are angry at you.

And I am too.

Oh but no, he was beyond angry.

the walls are singing, hallelujah amen

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AN; I'm practically the worst author. Haven't been updated since Sep and I give you guys this vague chapter, no romance building at all-urgh. well at least there's foreshadowing... Um, so yes. I hope I can really stick up with the updates this year, since I'm sure next year I'm a bit busy with third year. And if you're confused by this, keep in mind that I intended to make you, foreshadowing.

About the age, they're about 20-23 years old here. And yes, it's a reincarnation fic, but not focused solemnly in it. And I won't give up in this story, I'm hoping you can stick up with me :') it's a wonder to me that you managed to remember the fic actually. Feedbacks are appreciated

(have you seen ep5?Akashi is killing me)

Song : Paradise Fears - Sanctuary