"He who controls the past controls the future. He who controls the present controls the past."

― George Orwell, 1984

It was a universally known rule that if the blue haired man is sleeping one should never wake him, lest they be the victim of his wrath. But, contrary to that fact one must never let him over sleep or else he'd never wake up.

"Kise, it's your turn to wake him up."

The aforementioned man turned his head toward the person who had just spoken and narrowed his eyes at him. Why should he do it?

As if he could read minds Midorima responded smoothly, "You know how this works Kise, don't be idiotic. You're the newest member of the group therefore you are the first person to wake him up."

"I've been a member for over a thousand years!"

"And I, a thousand two hundred. Now go."

Grumbling the blonde haired male got up from the couch, and slowly walked up the stairs to the bedroom where his ultimate demise awaited him in the form of one Kuroko Tetsuya.

Knocking on the door he waited for an answer that he knew he'd never get, before letting himself in the room.

He could only wish they things would go smoothly.

[x]

"Mou, Kise-chin what happened to your face~?"

[x]

It was the scent of freshly baked pancakes that eventually led the bluenette downstairs to eat. Sure Kise had woken him, but it didn't mean he had to leave the safety that was his room. In fact, if he had the option, he would never leave his room.

Gliding down the stairs effortlessly, Kuroko watched the sight before him unfold; eyes curious to see if in his absence anyone had changed.

Apparently they hadn't.

"Oi, Kise pass me the syurp," Aomine demanded, face full of food.

The blonde laughed and shook his head no in defiance, "I can't see Aomine-cchi! Kuroko-cchi blinded me!"

The other male made a 'tch' sound before leaning over the table to get his desired object. Midorima hummed in annoyance but let it go after realizing that Kuroko was in the room. First impressions were everything, even if they had been with each other for over two hundred years.

"Good-morning Tetsuya," the red head smiled (almost to the point of being truly genuine) and gestured toward the empty seat next to him. The other members of the table glared at their self-proclaimed leader, but none of them voiced their opinions.

"Good-morning," Kuroko sat next to Akashi as he had been instructed to do and grabbed his fork ready to eat. Carefully he stabbed a pancake making sure it wouldn't penetrate to the one below.

He would be lying if he said that it didn't taste heavenly. It was smooth and delicate, but there was something missing, something he knew should be there but it wasn't. Kuroko looked over at Murasakibara trying to read what the other was thinking.

'I take back my earlier statement, someone's changed.'

They all ate in silence, companionable silence but silence nonetheless. It irked the bluenette, but he would have to get used to it again; after years of talking to himself the quiet was not welcome.

Disrupting his inner monologue was the sudden movement of another pancake being placed on his plate. He looked at Akashi waiting for an explanation, but when none came he knew it was a ploy, but for what exactly he didn't know.

"Akashi-san…" He trailed off, not wanting to say more than he had to. The implied message was there so there was no further explanation needed.

"You need to eat more Tetsuya."

"Why, I have no need to human food," Akashi slammed down his utensils and wiped the corner of his mouth with his napkin, eyes never meeting Kuroko's. Suddenly he felt himself being lifted off his seat and in the vice-grip of one Kise Ryotuta.

"You're going to eat because I told you to," Akashi stood up, his face leaning in dangerously close to his. Kuroko's breath didn't catch though, no, it stayed it's steady pace even in the face of danger. "Not because you haven't the need to."

And just like that the tension in the air was so thick that if one wanted to swim it they probably could.

Kise let Kuroko down, but the man's yellow eyes didn't lessen from a bright hue to something duller until a few minutes later.

"Excuse me, I have some studying to do," and like that Midorima left the table, and in his wake went everyone else until it was only Aomine and Kuroko left.

The tanned skinned man watched the other intently, not once relenting in his serious stare.

Kuroko grimaced at the man before him, making sure he kept his eyes blank and unreadable. He wouldn't let the other have the satisfaction of making him feel, despite how much he wanted to contort his face into anger.

"I'm glad you're back Tetsu," Aomine said, breaking the silence.

"I'm sorry to say the feeling isn't mutual."

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The bluenette closed his eyes, back leaning against the white door that separated him from the rest. They hadn't changed at all, expect for Murasakibara, and even then it wasn't for the better.

"What should I do Kagami-san?"

His breath hitched, eyes wandering to his left, but then his frown gradually turned into a soft smile. Kuroko might not have known him until a day ago, but there was no use denying the fact that he was special.

[x]

Achoo!*

[x]

Akashi Seijuro wouldn't classify himself as evil, nor would he say he was a saint. In fact, if the question was posed to anyone else they'd say he was the stereotypical business man.

Cold, unfeeling, and yet oh so willing to do anything for money, expect in his case he's be willing to do anything for his beloved.

That's where things got tricky though; Akashi was a very possessive man who didn't like sharing, but sharing he had to do. For if he doesn't the one he loves can and will slip through his fingers like water seeping through cracks.

And though he didn't like the idea of sharing, the thought of never seeing Kuroko was unfathomable. A life without him would be a life full of misery, for he was the only one that brought light upon his dark and dreary world.

Maybe he was condemning something innocent to a life full of pain, but he could hardly feel ashamed about it. After all Akashi was a very possessive man willing to do anything for his beloved, even if that meant keeping him trapped forever.

[x]

TOKYO NEWS CHANNEL 6

"After the recent tragedy of Akahea High School, Kuroko Tetsuya, age twenty-five, had earned the title of 'Hero of the year.' A week after the incident though he seemed to have disappeared, no trace of him to be found. Police are investigating his house for any signs of where he may be or what had happened to him. We'll keep you posted on the case as it progresses; but for now, the weather."

Click

'I knew he had looked familiar,' the man scratched his stubble in an attempt to sooth it's itchiness. He hadn't shaven since Saturday, the night his guest had left.

[x]

"I'm so close to finding you Tet-su-ya~!"

Lol wtf his this? Idk man, something I wrote because I forgot how to write. But for now I hope it sates your want. I know, it doesn't match the tone of my other ch apters, but since my last updatei I've changed. I hope it's okay.

I'll edit it once more when I'm not tired, but it's been like 3 months sicnce ive updated and I felt like I should put something up. So here it is. Cpater 4

*there's a myth that if someone's talking about you, you sneeze.

*BUT FOR NOW THE WEATHER, welcome to night vale. :]

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