"Are you alright, Kurokocchi?" Kise-kun tightly wrapped his lanky arms around me as Kagami-kun tried to pry me out of his grip. "I'm okay, Kise-kun. Can you please let go of me now?" The blonde let go, reluctantly, of course. "I'm sorry, Kurokocchi." I tilt my head to the side, "What for?" Kise-kin nervously looked around and whispered something in my ear.

My eyes widen only for a split second before returning to my usual blank stare. "I see." Hyuga adjusts his glasses the same way Midorima-kun does. "Alright! If that's all then let's get back to practice. Kuroko, get some rest." I nod and start walking out the gym, "Let's go, Kise-kun." His face lights up, "Y-Yes, Kurokocchi! Where to?"

"Are you mad, Kurokocchi?" I stop and look up at the blonde, "Mad? Why would I be mad?" Kiss-kun smiled, "That's what someone mad would say." I mentally roll my eyes, "im not mad. Just.. Just deep in thought." He nodded slowly, "Where are we headed?" I shrugged, "The park maybe?"

"Hey, Kise-kun.." He looked over at me, "hm?" "Why do you think he told you?" "Huh? Oh you mean the promise? Well he told everyone that might want in. Like Midorimacchi, Aominecchi, Murasakibaracchi and of course Momoicchi." I nodded along with what he was saying. "What did they say?" He smirked and looked up at the sky. "I think you know." I fiddled with a twig. "They're in." He smiled. "The boys-and Momoicchi-are back!"

Hearing the news that we might get the Generation of Miracles back again rushed through my head as I lay staring up at my ceiling. We won't be able to play on the same team unless we all transfer to the same school, but that raises the question of: which school will choose? We probably we choose the school that comes out on top after the Winter Cup. That might not even happen. Until then, though, it'll be just like old times.

Old times, huh? A slight smile pulls at my thin lips. There's no way that'll happen. Not even this promise can turn back time. It's not like I want to, anyway. I don't want to relive wanting to quit or having to leave the team. Or having the team split up. It won't hurt getting back with the Generation of Miracles again, though. It maybe what I need to keep control. Maybe I can talk to Akashi-kun about it. Then again, the voice said that Akashi-kun allowed it to take full control, right? Will he be any help?

I'm suddenly reminded that it won't be like old times when I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. I'm changing. This eye is changing me. I wish I can still remain me, I don't want this eye to takeover who I am. The foreign eye states back at me, as its taunting me; challenging me. Even its by only a sliver, I want to remain me. Even if you're weak? Even if I'm weak. Even though your basketball won't win unless you allow it to takeover? Alow it to. You'll be able to beat anyone, even Seijuro. My eyes widen, but how? Let I consume you. Seijuro allowed it to, look at how strong he is. I see, maybe. I'll let you have partial control then.

I let out a quiet groan and ran my hand through my hair. This'll be a long year.