"Master Akashi, did you say Kuroko Tetsuya?" Hyuuga had questioned, pointing a quivering finger at Kuroko. The boy called Kuroko Tetsuya had been kidnapped by a spirit fox and was declared dead. But the young boy before his very eyes was locked in chains. It was inconceivable. Hyuuga shook his head, the struggling awkwardness of the mind-blowing revelations still evident and foggy of his mind.

Two pairs of heavy footsteps had joined the discussion. "Just when I thought we had intruders for the first time in awhile, aren't these people from Seirin, Akashi?" Aomine and Kagami were right behind Hyuuga. "What are they doing here?" Judging by Akashi's demeanor, Aomine had decided the opposite. He grinned. "Or... I see, you have brought them here to defeat that jackass Hanamiya?"

"Kagami!" Hyuuga had stared at his missing soldier in bewilderment. "What is going on? Why are you here?!" The presence of his supposed missing soldier was perfectly blending into Teiko empire had stunned the general.

"Hyuuga, calm down." Riko had advised her general. "Akashi, shall we hold a conference on our plans for the future ahead?"

Akashi nodded. "That sounds reasonable. This way." The entrance to the Rakuzan palace was already open, thanks to Kuroko's brashing. Akashi had picked up his wife's walking aid and folded them, placing them back into Kuroko's kimono. "Daiki, Ryouta. Escort the troops to the barracks." The troops, excluding the general Hyuuga Junpei and his vice-general, Izuki Shun were showed to the barracks. Kagami had followed the troops with Aomine and Kise, to the barracks. Riko and her two generals had followed Akashi into the Conference Room.

"Hey! Put me down, Akashi!" Akashi had fondly ignored Kuroko's protests, had carried his wife all the way to the Conference Room and settled himself comfortably at the head of the table. Kuroko was placed in the seat next to him. Opposite them were Riko and her two generals.

"Before we start, I should clarify something." Akashi started. "Kuroko Tetsuya was my wife before he wound up in Seirin. Teiko is the home of Kuroko Tetsuya for almost twelve years." The generals were devastated, so was Riko. "If you think Tetsuya has been kidnapped and tries to bring him out of Teiko, please refrain from doing so. You would not welcome the consequences of my wrath a second time." Riko had massaged her temples. The rumors were true. This was going to be a long discussion. Kuroko had asked the servants for some calming tea. Riko and the generals had gratefully accepted the tea.

It was an hour later the discussion was finalized with the main points in place. All cards are ready to confront Kirisaki Daiichi, along with the lands of the Alliance pact.The world would become a disaster if Kirisaki Daiichi had won the war. Everything would perish into the darkness of abyss.

Kuroko had fished and unfolded his walking aide from his kimono, making his way to the library. Riko and the generals had wondered since when Kuroko had bad legs. It felt like it was only just yesterday they were playing basketball in school. Was it the chain's fault? Riko had wondered. Before Kuroko could even reach the entrance of the Conference Room, Kuroko was lifted again into his husband's arms. Heat began to warm Kuroko's cheeks. "What are you doing, Sei-kun? Put me down. Both of us have duties to attend to."

"I'll carry you there, Tetsuya." Akashi had smirked. "At this rate, you'll become even more slower than a tortoise. Seems like you learnt a new trick though, in two days I haven't seen you." Akashi glanced at the fallen walking aide.

Kuroko had huffed. "Whose fault is it? I can't ask people to chauffeur me every single time." Akashi pulled Kuroko into a kiss and smiled. Ah, you're too cute, my little wife.

"Is something wrong with your legs, Kuroko-kun?" Riko asked. "It seems fine though,"

Kuroko laughed a little too heartily. "No, Riko-san. It's because of Sei-kun I can't walk." Riko used to be Kuroko's basketball coach, she was sensitive to the physiological changes of the human body.

She frowned. "I knew it. It's the chains, isn't?"

"Master Akashi, isn't he your wife? Disabling your wife's ability to walk...isn't that too much?" Hyuuga had asked.

"It's Tetsuya's punishment for running away. He will bear the sin with the inability to walk for the rest of his life. I will always be here to take care of my wife, there won't be a problem." Akashi impassiveness he had displayed had sent the three of them agitated, aghast at his distorted compassion. They watched the master and his wife's figure faded into the darkness of the palace hallways. Riko was sharp, she cannot be underestimated. Kuroko knew he could not fake an outright lie in front of her. Only the truth would satisfy her. The ankle chains constraining Kuroko's legs weren't just normal chains you can find anywhere. It was made from a special material which is exclusive found in the lands of Teiko. It has the powers to rob away the wearer's ability to walk.

"I'm appalled." Izuki had sighed. "I still can't believe Kuroko can't walk anymore."

"There's nothing we can do." said Hyuuga. "Their paths were crossed twelve years ago, and his fate was already sealed. No one could wedge in between their love. Although it seemed wrong and distorted."

"I wonder how is Kuroko going to fight with that kind of leg condition?" Izuki muttered.

"Have you forgotten? He is from the Kuroko family." said Riko. "Certainly, you haven't forgotten your history lessons?" The general stared at their Queen. He remembered their historical lessons in class. The Kuroko clan! The world's greatest spiritual specialists. Kuroko's powers would become a fearsome key when he fully awakened his potential. Vanishing may not be Kuroko's only ability. "Kuroko's powers will definitely change the flow of this war, just like during a basketball game. I know it." The three of them made their way to the army barracks, with the help of the nearby servant after getting lost and walking in circles.

Akashi had settled Kuroko down in his favourite seat, the table was a mess of scattered books, his tea which Murasakibara had delivered that afternoon had turned cold. "Are you angry?" Akashi had sighed, questioning Kuroko. Kuroko had pulled his husband into a deep kiss. Their tongues battled for dominance, tasting each other's territory and granting pleasure they both had yearned for. When they had finally released their grasp, they were a panting mess.

"How could I be doing this when I'm angry at you? I'm your wife, Sei-kun." He had caressed Akashi's cheek and wrapped his arms around his neck. "You're fine to do anything to me. I would still love you, even if you had taken away all my senses. Even if love would the only thing left within me." Akashi smiled. Kuroko was the only person he would give his heart to.

"I'll see you tonight, my wife." Akashi gave Kuroko one last kiss, before disappearing from the library. Like the king he was, a ruler had many duties. Kuroko picked up his forgotten book, and continued his reading. He had summoned a servant to ask Murasakibara for a new cup of hot vanilla tea. It was several hours later his favourite spot was discovered by Izuki, Hyuuga and Kagami. Kuroko guessed they had spent quite an effort looking for Kagami in this colossal empire. And they had deliberately looked for him. Kuroko had speculated they had wanted answers from him.

Kagami had clicked his tongue, drawn a chair opposite Kuroko. Kuroko had blinked innocently, clueless of Kagami's deal this time. "Kagami-kun, I believe you're supposed to be training in To'ou with Aomine-kun."

"It's finished, stupid. Tomorrow is the day of invasion. What the hell are you doing all alone here?" Kagami frowned, glancing at the walking aid. Kagami was surprised he had not seen it before. Was he trying to hide his walking ability? "I heard from Riko and Hyuuga you can't walk?"

"Does it matter?" Kuroko had asked, not looking up from his book. "The results will be the same."

"Do you know the danger you are getting into? How can you fight without your legs?! You are an idiot!" Kagami had told off Kuroko. "And you're wearing women's clothes again." He sighed at Kuroko's kimono.

Kuroko closed his books shut and sighed. "I am the successor of the Kuroko clan. There are many ways of fighting. Kagami-kun's style which involves heavy footwork definitely doesn't suit me. There are also things I must teach you as the descendant disciple of the Kuroko clan." He had grabbed his walking aid and rose. Wearing an extremely puzzled look, Hyuuga and Izuki did not have a chance to question Kuroko what he had meant by those words.

"Yeah right. The great successor is a wife to another man and wears women's clothing." An insensitive Kagami had scoffed confidently, earning a punch from Hyuuga and a slap from Izuki's slapstick.

"I won't deny that." Was Kuroko's famous deadpan reply, irking Kagami, Hyuuga and Izuki. It had been ages since Kuroko had ghosted his way and startling them out of their wits. His body had long become Akashi's, even responding to his husband's wishes and desires, despite his constant denials.

With the generals of Seirin on his tail, they headed for the palace banquet hall with his kimono sweeping down the long hallways, Akashi was waiting for Kuroko at the entrance. He had one hand wrapped around Kuroko waist, his right-hand holding Kuroko's delicate hands gently in another. "I was waiting for you, my wife." His kissed Kuroko's right hand. Kuroko had shied and turned away from the thousand pairs of eyes observing him, the wife of the Teiko master.

"What are you doing, Akashi? You can't make the world wait for me." Kuroko had pouted. "You are the king."

"And you are my wife." Akashi had stubbornly refuted.

The miracles had sighed. This was going to take forever. "Kuroko, Akashi. Just sit down." Midorima had sighed heavily, the soft click of his metal glasses could be heard. "Our guests would start to think we're running a rom com." The soldiers had chuckled and laughed. Kise and Aomine were laughing their eyes out. Kuroko had scowled at the miracles. Akashi had guided his dear wife to his seat at the head of the table, next to the master of Teiko. Akashi gave an inspiring speech, motivating soldiers, both Seirin and Teiko alike. It was then Kuroko and Kise had felt a lamentable feeling. Kuroko had a warm feeling, viewing the beautiful sight of the banquet, once sworn enemies becoming sworn brothers, a feat no human has done before. It was only recently, Seirin realized the existence of Teiko, a mystical empire which was said to be a divine empire of the Gods. It would become a memorable night many would remember.

Akashi lifted and embraced his wife into his arms, startled Kuroko. Kuroko couldn't resist a yawn and rubbed tired tears from his eyes. He didn't have enough exuberance to repudiate his husband's advances. "What are you doing, Sei-kun?" He muttered tiredly. It had been a very long day. Kuroko's delicate body was exhausted. Akashi had instructed the miracles to take care of things from there in his absence, carrying his wife back to their chambers.

Akashi gently lay his wife on the bed. Stripping off his wife's kimono and draping his sleeping kimono over his delicate body. Akashi had also showered and changed into his own sleepwear, consisting of red and black kimono fabric. He had gently shaken his wife awake from his drowsy sleep. "You can't sleep yet, Tetsuya." He revealed the pale skin of his neck, caressing his wife with his gentle touch. "You must feed. You haven't feed in the past two days I way away." Kuroko, had incapacitated to tiredness and sleep, had unconsciously elongated his fangs and penetrated his husband's neck. His body was deprived and hungry, despite Kuroko's denial of desire and hunger. Pulling out his fangs, Kuroko had licked the excess blood from Akashi's neck, cleaning the wound, free from any evidence of feeding. Kuroko had fallen asleep in the arms of his husband, the man he had promised his life with.

Akashi smiled gently at the sleeping Kuroko. The day of destruction is drawing nearer. Akashi could sense, even without the divine spiritual powers like his wife and Kise who are gifted to perform divination of the future.