Akashi's POV

[The only thing I could think of doing as ghosts usually do, not that I've known much about their hobbies, is haunt people. Appear in their dreams, scare them when they seem to be alone. What nonsense... I strolled down the street, shuffling lazily. It seemed that no one could see me. Yes, there weren't many people around right now, since all students were in their classes and aside from them the school area was kind of empty, but those who did pass by didn't seem to notice me. I was too busy gazing at the people on the sidewalk to notice someone heading straight towards me. It was a man, jogging in my direction, he didn't seem to realize I was there at all. I was about to sidestep him and allow the man to pass, but my reaction was too slow. He passed right through me as if I was just thin air. I was getting frustrated.] "What the hell is the meaning of this?!" [I cursed, expecting to feel my blood boiling in my veins, but nothing had changed. Sighing, I began pacing towards my home, the building which looked almost like a castle, decorated by mainly the color red and a stunningly beautiful rose garden at the entrance. I left behind the guards and gates easily, being able to pass through them. Straight in the middle of the rose garden, there was a man sitting on his knees. My father wore an entirely black suit, one of his hands buried in his disheveled redblood hair, the other one wiping and smearing the tears on his cheeks. He stared at a large framed picture of me, mumbling stuff to himself. That photo was never developed and framed before I had died. I leaned down closer to him to try and decipher his words. It was all a blur of sobs and words all together, but I did manage to understand one thing.] '...my only son is dead.' [He said, and that was when I fully accepted my foul fate.]  

Furihata's POV

[ The idea that I had seen something that related to one of the generation of miracles sat badly with me. I'm not that good at anything, and there was no explanation as to why I would see anything related to the death of the arguably most famous one of the bunch. The stories matched to a certain level, such as the crime scenes in my dreams and Akashi's murder were both the middle of a basketball field, and Akashi had red hair while I always seen flashes of red... but no! It can't be it. I wouldn't even be able to look at him in the eye in real life, how am I supposed to even relate to his death?! Honestly, after Kuroko told me, I laughed it off, because there is no way. I decided that I'll ignore the dreams as much as I can. I can't do anything about it, its not as if it's anything else other than dreams. Nothing else will happen.. hopefully. ]  

Akashi's POV

[ I turned my back to my grieving father, lowering my head down and closing my eyes. After taking a deep breath and wishing the best for my parents in their lives, I started walking to the train station. If I'm supposed to be a dead man walking, might as well pay a visit to my long lost friends. The generation of miracles... I wonder how they're doing. Walking long distances didn't bother me as I thought it would. I guess weighing zero kilograms has its perks. I also bypassed the security guards and headed straight for the train. Sadly, I cannot fly, but passing through objects grants access to most of the things you'd wish to get to. As the ride reached its final destination, I walked through the automatic doors of the train even before it managed to open for the people inside, taking the lead and heading towards Seirin high school. Yes, I decided to look for kuroko and his basketball team first, for they were the ones to release me from my second personality a while before my death. Particularly, though, it was the one that spent his time warming the bench most of the time. Furihata... Kouki, was it? He was the last straw. I sighed, brushing my fingers across the deep cut in my throat. I hope I'd get there soon enough to find them, and if not? Well, I have eternity to do so.]  

Furihata's POV

[ When I woke up this morning, I knew something weird will take place, and it's going to be bad. I had a strange shiver in my spine, making me extremely wary of my surroundings . I was sure that I saw few moving shadows on my way to school. It was like an evil prank that haunts me, but I couldn't handle it very well. The thoughts of Akashi still got me a bit creeped out. It probably means nothing for me, but... only a while ago I stood before him on the court like a chihuahua against a regal lion, and I thought nothing could beat him as i did. Honestly, I'm shocked that we won... but now he's dead, red fragments in my dreams slowly seem to form his coloration, and I was worried. However at the same time it also made me anxious... being related to Akashi, in whatever way. Because Akashi was special, and I was not, and I adored him and his uniqueness. I am afraid, and I hope everything will be normal... but how come I want to be abnormal, if it's related to him?]  

Akashi's POV

[I took my time roaming the streets of Tokyo, craving every path and view into my mind. I've never had any time to stand aimlessly, the rain of the suddenly darkened sky above me and the water dropping through me onto the ground. Something about the smell of the wet ground and fresh air calmed me down, despite the disaster occurring to me. Before I could even notice, the night turned into a new day. Good. Now there's no way I could miss Tetsuya on his way to school. It didn't take long for me to reach the gates of Teiko high school. As I expected, I was completely ignored, and for good. It'd be terrible for that many students to see the sight of my dead body. Do I look like a corpse being a ghost? I held no such knowledge of that information. I haven't looked at any mirror ever since I've returned, nor been by one. I wonder if the light in my eyes is still present, it'd be awful to look like a dead fish.] "Tetsuya... where are you? Oh, there you are." [I muttered, eyeing the man wearily as he walked beside his best friend and probably boyfriend, Kagami Taiga. Those were only my suspicions though. He didn't seem to notice me, just like the other countless students passing by the gates, being busy joking with the redhead and fixing up his polite attitude. I've stood there for a while longer, trying to decide what should I do from that point. My hand swept up once again against the cut in my throat that seemed to ooze blood but actually did not. The blood never seemed to dry. I grimaced, looking up as if to make sure no one watched the terrible sight. I then recognized a familiar face, one member in the basketball team of the school. Such a familiar, delicate featured face... the brown hair and innocent looking eyes... Furihata Kouki. Something in me, for some reason, felt exposed at the moment. I hadn't felt completely concealed as before, and my brows furrowed in a worried scowl. Why was I suddenly feeling... vulnerable?]