Furihata's POV

[ When I arrived at school I realized I might just need to turn around and go home, just from the dizziness that suddenly struck me out of the blue. But I kept going , knowing I need the attendance credit. Honestly, I just entered and I felt somebody stare at me. I stopped in place, frozen with shiver up my spine, and I looked behind me. A bit afar from me, I could see a redhead with a strange uniform, and a blood leaking slash on his neck. I paled and gulped, scared out of my wits. This was Akashi Seijuuro. ] "No... no, no, no..." [ I muttered to myself. I wasn't ready for this. His handsome face stared blankly, his eyes seemingly dead, and I just ran toward my classroom, as far as I could. This could not be the Akashi I knew. ]   

Akashi's POV

[The moment he looked straight at me I knew something had to be wrong. Why was he the only one able to see me? Moreover, he fled quickly into the high school building, running too fast and leaving me no time to ask him. Could I have had any chance of getting to him in any way? I'm a ghost. A man with his throat sliced, the uniform of mine soaked in the red of my blood. I knew it'd terrorize him if he ever saw me up close, but I had to know, at least try to understand why was he the only one to notice me. Something in the balance was broken. It had to be. There wasn't even a slight doubt in me that I needed to go after him, and I did. I walked after his steps, following his turns at corners and passing through walls to lessen the gap. Finally, he entered a classroom, probably his. He sat beside his friends that asked him for his well being since obviously he looked sick to his stomach. I ruffled my hair frustratedly, deciding to wait so I could catch him alone. He had his basketball bag with him so he probably has practice later on the day. That'd be a perfect time. I really... needed to know. Why was he different? Why was he... special?]  

Furihata's POV

[ The figure that is Akashi Seijuro followed me. I was so distraught I didn't even notice my friends talking to me. I had to get snapped by them into reality. They seemed worried, but I just blew them off, knowing that telling them the problem won't help me. Especially when the problem is hovering in the classroom, looking at me eerily and throwing me off. I looked down. I regret everything I thought! It doesn't matter if he's gorgeous or amazing in general, ghost movies taught me that ghosts are not there for good reason. I wanted home. Even when he got closer to me I was too nervous to check on him, just looking down and mumbling. ] "Please, I don't know whats going on... don't do this to me..." [ Pathetic, I know. But I was scared... I couldn't know why he came to me... I didn't want to know, I guess, too. ]  

Akashi's POV

[I grimaced, shaking my head in disappointment. Poor guy, he didn't deserve to get put in this mess. He has no choice, though, as we need to at least communicate to get us out of this mess. Well, mostly me. I needed the release of death to run from the curse of living as a ghost.] "I'm sorry for this..." [I muttered as a response to the scared comment he mumbled to himself. It didn't take much long for me to have my chance to have a talk with him. He was alone in the locker room, changing onto his basketball uniform. His shirt fell off the bench he laid it on, and he was frustratedly looking everywhere but under the changing bench, unsuccessfully aiming to cover his bare chest with his hands. What a klutz. Though, he seemed like a lovable kind of klutz. Probably why he did have friends while all of mine were utterly scared of me. I stepped in the room, my stomach churning at the thought of him suddenly breaking off in screams and yells.] "Furihata san... would you please help me?"   

Furihata's POV

[ When he appeared in front of me in the locker room, I nearly screamed, but I guess I was more occupied by being shirtless in front of a ghost instead of actually reacting to it even being there. Akashi stared at me quietly, until I stopped squealing and trying to find something to cover myself. He then asked me something totally unexpected; If I'll help him. Akashi asking for help made the situation unreal and I felt a bit dazed at the request. A ghost with a slashed throat just asked me to help. ] "...I really don't know why I see you. there is probably a reason, but... how can I help you? I don't know where do I even begin..." [ I said, gulping. ] "I'm not even sure why I am the one that sees you. I've never seen a ghost, or had dreams like those before you." [Honestly, I was freaked out, but he didn't seem harmful, and knowing somebody killed him with that scar... I felt like I shouldn't leave his side just yet.]