A/n Guys I totally forgot about Nigou ToT forgive me I will add the beautiful Nigou to this chapter and hope it all makes sense.

Might not make sense.........

His weekend started to fly by as he tossed and turned in his bed.

"I should call someone..." He was bored out of his mind but he feared that maybe Akashi was waiting to scar him as he always did. A familiar warm feeling brushed by his hand as a whimper followed. "Ara?" He looks downward and sees his dog looking at him with sad eyes.

Woof woof! (Cause I don't know)

Kuroko smiles and pets Nigou.

"Okay, it's been a while huh? Since we both took a walk." Kuroko stands up and gets ready to take the beautifully grown dog out for a walk.
~outside~

"Woah! Nigou wait! Slow down!" The dog had been a bit too joyful as he had awaited to be outside for what seemed way too long. The dog finally slowing down
to a stop, Kuroko takes a few minutes to take a breather. Basketball really did help with his stamina.

A red suddenly popped up and went to pet his dog. Anguish subtly touched the heart of both him and his former lover.

"Nigou, was it?"

Kuroko stood firm although he was hesitant to reply. His conscious told him not to, but curiosity took its toll.

"What about him?" The dog nuzzled against Akashi's hand. Somewhat surprised, Akashi wore a plain white undershirt with a plaid button up over it. He wore jeans that wrapped comfortable around his legs.

"He's all grown up. Isn't nice to have a dog stay by your side, always?" Kuroko's grip on the leash firmly grew tighter. Nigou senses his owner's discomfort as he slowly back off and closer to the phantom. "Ah... I guess he doesn't like me huh?"

He hated it. He made it seem as if they were already lovers, that everything was okay.

He was aggravated. "Why are you doing this? Why are you even here?" Standing from where he was, he dolefully opened his mouth and said the words he had hoped to say without the other yelling at him.

"I wanted to talk with you." Hope, determination, and a hint of conviction was poured all on his words. Knowing he would eventually give in, Kuroko gritted is teeth in annoyance as he looked back at the acts he had done before this moment.

"Talk? Talk?!" He huffed an irritated scoff. "All you ever wanted to do was to "talk" but do we talk? No! You ruin me! And if you ever wanted to talk, you should've done it in our first encounter!" Guilt began to grow more and more prominent as each distressful coated words escaped Kuroko's lips. 

"... let me... try again... can we talk?" Though no confidence was shown, he still hoped that it concluded he had nothing left than to beg. Kuroko sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. What was he even going to talk about?

"Okay... but if I feel uncomfortable about your words or actions, I... I won't hesitate to-"

"Call Daiki? Go ahead. I don't plan on hurting you anyway." Kuroko grimaced at those words.

"..." Kuroko quietly called over Nigou and Akashi followed.
~time skip~

"So what is it that you want to talk about?" Kuroko slung his jacket on the couch and gestures Nigou into the room. He turned around to face the red head. "Akashi?"

Akashi's insides felt a small aching throb in his lungs as the pain branched out to his entire being. "Off topic but, why do you not use my first name as you did before?" The phantom clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. His breathing grew uneven.

"Me? Call some stranger like you by their first name? You're kidding me right?"

Little did Kuroko know, those words felt like bullets to him.

He was angered, he was filled with rage, not to Kuroko, but to himself. Trailing behind was guilt and regret. Within all of them, was terrible and wrongful decisions.

"It was all your fault in the first place." A heavy silence filled both their ears before Kuroko locked eyes with the fallen emperor.

"Wha-"

"The reason why he's dead." Why was he bringing this up? Why did he want to blame him for something so... mournful?

Blood...

His hands were bloodstained with his blood as everything grew silent. He called out to the red head that was dying in his arms.

He whispered ever so silently under his breath. "Seijuro..."

"You know, if you had payed attention then maybe he wouldn't have died."

"No..." he hands were up to his head as the blurred sounds of the sirens grew louder. The muffled cries and the muffled screams.

"You're only alive because I helped him save you."

Does he hate him that much? Did he blame him for everything he had done? Was it really his fault? "No..."

"If I hadn't helped, he would still be alive."

"Stop..."

"If only you hadn't gone on that road."

"STOP!!!" Kuroko grabbed a handful of his shirt and pulled them up. "It's... it's not my fault." He cried desperately. "I didn't... I don't..." He was practically sobbing at this point. His knees gave in as he fell down to the floor.

A sense of remorse brought him back to his senses before he realized it was simply too late to actually talk to him. As he tried to think of a way out, Akashi kneeled down and lifted Kuroko's tear soaked face, bringing them into a kiss.

-beforehand- (dont worry it'll make sense I promise... hopefully.) [up to here I edited so if it seems different... it's cause of that. I didn't edit passed here so it's kind of bad]

Takao glance down at his watch, waiting for Midorima. As his arm dropped down in an impatient manner, his eyes focused on two colors. Red and blue.

"Takao!" Breaking eye contact from the scene, he locked eyes with the taller male.

"Ah! Shin-chan!" Midorima ran towards the hawk and stopped when he was next to the male. When Midorima was next to him, Takao glanced back over to the scene, however, much to his disappointment, the two colors faded from view. "Huh..."

"What is it?" Midorima asked, noticing the look in his eyes. Takao flinched. Thinking back, he tried to think of a way to bring up the situation.

"Oh um. Can I ask you something?" Midorima was taken back as he blinked twice.

"Yeah. Go ahead." Takao adjusted his gaze.

"Well... have you ever heard of the resurrection of the dead?" There was an awkward silence before Midorima laughed at the thought.

"What?" Takao lowered his gaze.

"Well... I've heard that Rakuzan's former captain, Akashi Seijuro has passed, but I just saw him moments ago." Midorima fixed his glasses, thinking what the other had said was just something of his imagination, but the more he thought about it, the more it made sense.

"Actually. I've looked at his file." Takao looked up at him, a small portion of his gaze filled with confusion before of course, he began to remember.

"Right! You're a doctor!" Midorima looked hurt, but continued with his explanation.

(Italic is Akashi and Kuroko)

"Ahem... I've looked at his file and it said that he hadn't died for whatever reason."

Kuroko subconsciously accepted the other as his head was twisted as he couldn't think properly. Akashi embraces the other.

"I asked the doctors about him and they said they've heard rumors about this Akashi."

Both standing and taking it to Kuroko's room, the two began to strip each other of their clothing.

"They said they thought that the patient had died and came back to life as a vengeful ghost..."

"Akashi..." Kuroko called out to him. The emperor nipped his neck down to his collarbone, marking the phantom everywhere.

"...Others thought that the patient never existed in the first place."

The air grew heavy and the rooms atmosphere grew intense. "Tetsuya..." He wanted him... he craved him... he needed him...

"I thought it was all bs until I found the doctor that was in charge of his surgery at that time."

"Akashi...!" He moaned. Each and every one of his touches were electrifying. Twitching at every stroke, Akashi stole another kiss from his lips.

"He told me that when he did the surgery, he thought the patient would die, but really, was healthy enough to actually survive."

Kuroko couldn't think. He didn't want to think. He just wanted Akashi at the moment. He wanted his everything. Akashi's lips trailed down his chest and to his erection.

"He told me everything. Even after the surgery, the time he realized everything. He told it all to me."

Kuroko's hands trailed to his soft red hair. Grabbing a handful of it as he could feel Akashi's tongue. His back arched as the pleasure grew increasingly. He missed the pleasure... he missed his Akashi.

"What shocked me the most, was what happened to Akashi." Takao leaned in to listen.

Sounds escaped him as he bit his arm to muffle them. Akashi then trailed his hand up, his fingers slipping in his mouth to coat his fingers thoroughly.

"Turns out his first, the original Akashi couldn't handle the thought of leaving his lover Kuroko, so his mindset was weak."

Kuroko obeyed and licked each individual finger while sucking on them too. Akashi went back up and slipped his fingers out of his mouth. Marking him yet again, a finger entered through the entrance.

"His second was the remaining conscious so he overtook the other."

"Aka... Akashi-kun..." his finger moved and stretched, then turning into two fingers using a scissoring motion. "It feels... weird..."

"Wait so-" Takao couldn't believe it.

"Tetsuya..."

"Yes..."

"Akashi-kun..."

"Both Akashi's are alive."

The weird feeling subdued and the overflowing pleasure courses throughout his entire body. "Please Akashi-kun..." His quiet pleads filled the room, the other taking out his fingers, ready to put it in. "Tetsuya... can I?" The plead that Akashi had spoken brought unwanted memories yet familiar pleasure to Kuroko.
(Okay we good. Now it's just akashi guys.)

The tip was near the entrance as he slowly pushed in. It hurt. It's been years since he's last had sex, his hole feeling a painful tear.

"Ngh..." he bit his bottom lip, near to the point where he bled. Then he used his arm that bled. Akashi began to push slowly in and then slowly out. His small thrusts grew into rougher ones as he hovered over Kuroko and kissed him. He licked the others lips, asking for entrance.

Kuroko accepted him, he opened his mouth just a slight bit before turning his face away, fearing he might bite either his or his own tongue while the pleasure grew and grew.

"Kah... Ngh... hmmff... hah..." the noises seemed like music to his ears as the red head continued to thrust.

"Tetsuya..." The phantom felt lost. He didn't know why he was doing this. He wanted to hit him, cry, push him away, get all he could do was accept him until he was no longer in control of his own actions. Then a mysterious liquid dropped on his cheek.

Tears...

The amber and red that Kuroko swore was simply two reds caught his eyes.

Those pure cerulean that both Akashi's loved, that both missed.

The rest of the night now became a blur to the two, but the next morning, when the redhead explained his life, Kuroko now regretted everything.

A/n OKAY... SO I UPDATED... YAYYY... errr... the next chapter i hope makes sense. Hopefully......

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