Furihata's POV

 [ Another day. Another hallucination. This time I could almost swear I heard somebody's breath in the middle, and then spasms of unfocused red dots came to mind. The worst thing was that it was as if I was inside that dream. It was in a sports hall, I remember, because I was looking at the ground, and I could see the basketball lines on the floor. After the sounds, I saw a basketball trailing on the floor seemingly with no reason, coming from the left of me.. I tried to look up, but my vision turned red and I woke up. I didn't want to go to school today because of it. Especially knowing that I have basketball practice today. Maybe I should ask if somebody died in Seirin's gym...? No, that's impossible. The building was brand new, only built for two years. It would have been known... I went to school anyway, to practice . I can't let those dreams cripple me. I'm probably having them because I'm so unconfident in Basketball... I had an okay practice, I think I played better than the usual, but I had a strange feeling and felt out of it. I decided to even ask Hyuuga to give me the keys, so I'll work a bit more after they left. I threw hoops for half an hour and practiced fundamentals for fifteen minutes when I decided I was finished. I picked up my well used basketball with intent to put it in the storage room. But when I entered the door to there, there was already someone there. He was with his back turned, and his cloths were not of any of our sports teams. ] "Um... excuse me? I was told to close up here since I'm the last person left.. I don't think you should be here now..." 

Akashi's POV

[The assassination didn't go just for the being of it, since it had a purpose, and I should've known and expected it to happen. Another mistake of mine leading to my death. Our household had been involved in serious business with the underground yakuza of Kyoto. Not that I've known any of what angered them before my death, but I did know the revenge they'd wish for is to take away the most precious belonging to the Akashi household. They weren't stupid, or beating around the bush. Even though we had lots of money and ancient expensive furniture and jewelry, they knew what was more important than that. The only pure blooded heir to the Akashi household after the death of my mother. Myself. At the moment, in my opinion, I should've already been inexistent. Nothing. Yet, I'm still somehow here. My conscious is here. Once in a time, my grandmother used to talk tales to me about the dead. I remember her petting my hair with a slight smile on her lips, all she could master, being the cold, expressionless woman she was all her life. "My seijuuro, did you know? The dead who hadn't done their part in life, taken away earlier than god planned for them, they never die." I remember having nightmares about that saying, but growing up, I've taken it to be the blabbering of an old lady that was close to death. Yet I'm here, in some way, feelings it is yet to be the end of me.] 

Furihata's POV

[ The figure of the guy turned to me. His dark, blackish eyes scanning me. He didn't seem to care about what I said but nodded his head apathetically and came closer to me. ] 'Ah, I know that.'

[ he said carelessly. At this point I got a bit freaked out. ] 'I'll be going now... be careful, boy. Death will surround you, from now on.' [ He said, and left. I was in such a shock I stood in place for a few good seconds without moving. When I turned to ask him what he meant, he was not there anymore. Or in the hallway after. Or at the exit. I have never ran faster in my life towards home. I thought these were just dreams, but the entire situation became serious. Does this mean I'll be haunted? I don't want to seem like a mentally ill patient.. But what can I do...? I can't just tell this to anyone, it will cause a stir, and I'll be deemed a nutjob for sure. I prayed for someone to help me. Just to even show me a sign.. ]

Akashi's POV

[Out of the blue, a sharp strike of light struck at the darkness engulfing me, and suddenly I could see. I felt light as a feather, and as I tried to concentrate on the beating in my chest, I never seemed to find it. I have a body now. Not an actual one, though. My heart wasn't beating and I could not sense the pulse of it in any of the points I should. Have I become a fantasy people tend to imagine? A ghost, I believe, is what they call it. Unbelievable. My skin was paler than usual, and I could see my body in faded colors. I was still wearing my Rakuzan high school basketball jersey.] "...Me, Akashi Seijuuro, a ghost?" [I muttered. I could talk, I realized. Grimacing, I paced around the place I've found myself in. Yes, it didn't take long for me to figure it was the same court I was murdered in. The blood wasn't on the floor, though, being already cleaned up.] "So I'm in the present." [I nodded to myself in silence, my hand rising up to scratch the back of my neck as I grimaced, sensing wetness in the area. Delicately, I swept my fingertips across my throat, sensing the cut and the already dried blood coating it, staining my jersey.] "...what in the heavens have I become?"   

Furihata's POV

[ I decided that I needed to talk to somebody about what was happening to me. Not some shrink; I wasn't insane, nothing happened to me, but maybe some close friend. I took a long time to think about it when I realized Kuroko was probably the best choice, seeing how quiet and loyal he is. I unlocked my phone and called him hastily, before I could regret it. There were a few beeps until he answered, but it was quick so I was thankful. ] 'Hello Furihata kun.' [ He said, his voice indifferent as always. ] "Hi, Kuroko... Listen, I have something I need to talk about.."

[ I explained my situation as calmly as I possibly could, and told him of what happened to me in the gym. He seemed to receive the situation much better than expected, though I could basically hear him getting tense. It just how the mood felt. After everything, I asked him what I should do, and he answered. ] 'I don't know. I've never been that kind of situation.. But... It did remind me something. You said it revolved around basketball and the color red. It might not relate to you... but tomorrow is the eight month anniversary of the death of my friend Akashi. His blood was found on the basketball court of his school... Since then his body is missing.'