Summary: When it was time for goodbyes, Kuroko disappeared without a trace. After ten years, a mysterious figure reunites everyone for a night…through a ballet recital?

Warning: OOCness, grammar and spelling errors.

Disclaimer: I do not own KnB and its characters that will appear in this story.

"Please Kagami-kun!"

"No."

"Please? With Burgers on top?"

Kagami scratched his hair in exasperation. For the past hour, his former coach Aida Riko called him in the middle of his day-off to convince him to attend some sort of play.

"Look, I'd love to go but I just can't leave my job. It's Fire Awareness Month and we need to stay alert at all times. You know that it's part of my job." It's been a few years since he became an official fire fighter and because of his enthusiasm and will, not to mention hard-work, he was easily promoted to the position of chief.

Riko sighed. "I know but everyone's going to be there! Hyuuga, Izuki, Koganei and Mitobe, Furihata, Tsuchida, heck; I even managed to get Teppei to come! Don't be such a spoilsport!"

"Still…"

"Come on, it's been ten years…"

True, Kagami thought, it's been almost ten years since the Seirin basketball went their separate ways. He went on to become a fire fighter and if memory serves him correct, Hyuuga went on to become a accountant, Mitobe built a store and Koganei went on to work in a manga publishing company. Teppei is undergoing a few therapy for his knee who by now must be fully healed. He's kind of forgotten where Izuki and the others went but according to Riko, they've been really successful. They always kept contact, from emails to sending text messages but some disappeared as if they never existed.

People like Kuroko Tetsuya.

After graduation, it was like he vanished into thin air. No one saw him, heard from him or even had any sort of contact with him. Not even, him, his partner or the Kiseki No Sedai who were considered his closest friends or in some cases, acquaintances.

'It would be nice to hear from him, once in a while…' Kagami bitterly thought.

"-gami? You still there?" Riko's voice broke him out of his trance.

"Ah, hai! I'm still here."

"Well?"

"Uhmmm…"

'She's right. It's been too long. A little reunion won't hurt. Who knows HE might be there.'

"Kagami!"

The red-head sighed in defeat. "All right, I'll be there."

There was silence on the other end of the line.

"Kaichou?" Suddenly, a loud girly squeal burst out from the phone. Kagami immediately stepped away from the phone, rubbing his nearly deaf left ear. He waited until the squealing died down before he picked it up again.

"Sheesh, Coach. You didn't have to turn me deaf…" Riko giggled again causing Kagami to cringe.

"I'm sorry! It's just that – I'm so happy! This will be the first Seirin basketball team reunion In almost ten years! I'm so excited!

"Yeah, yeah..Hey! What about tickets and stuff?"

"Don't worry! I got it covered! Besides, you know the when and where right?"

"Yeah, see ya."

"Remember to wear something formal."

"Yeah…."

"All right! See you soon!

Just as he was about to replace the phone in its cradle, a sudden thought came to mind. He quickly picked the phone again and spoke to catch the girl's attention.

"H-hey, coach…"

"Yes, Kagami-kun?"

"Have you heard from, no, has Kuroko contacted you?" there was a pregnant pause. No one spoke for a few moments before Kagami broke the ice.

"Coach?"

"Ah, n-no… I haven't heard from him."

Dissapointment washed through Kagami. " I see. Well, see ya…"

"Yeah, see ya…" he replaced the phone in its cradle, just staring at the way his fingers continued to hold the phone tightly.

No matter how long he's been asking the same question to the others, he has never gotten over the fact that no one has ever heard from his partner, the man who promised to stick by him but turns out to be the man who left in a heartbeat.

'No, Kuroko isn't that kind of a person. He knows what he's going to do, I'm sure he has a reason for leaving like that but I wish that he'd just tell me. God knows that I would give anything to have him appear out of nowhere like he used to…'

"Kuroko, where are you?"

In the middle of a pristine room, a certain green-haired shooter dressed in a doctor's uniform sat in a desk with files neatly piled all around him.

Small frog plushies littered his floor but it was in a way that it didn't look out of place but a huge yellow rubber duck stood out from its place in the desk.

He held a phone in his right hand and the other is massaging his temple in an attempt to prevent the incoming headache.

"You called me just to tell me that?!" a small squeak was heard from the person on the other end of the line.

"Don't be mad, Shin-chan! I just did it for your sake! You need it!"

Midorima's brows furrowed as he heard his friend's claims. " How in the world do I need to have my name wriiten in a play's guest list?!"

"Well, you're so cooped up in your office that I thought you needed some change of scenery! And since I signed us up, you definitely have to come! It's a play that you shouldn't miss!"

Midorima sighed. "Takao, I have no time for childish things like plays. Besides, what makes it so interesting?"

"Do you know the author of that book, what was it? Phantom Presence, I guess? Whatever! Do you know Shin-chan? Do you?"

Another sigh. "Yes, Takao. I do…"

'How can I forget?' Midorima thought. 'It's my favorite book.'

"Apparently, it's his creation too! It's his first time to actually write something theatric but the critics who observed rehearsals and practice sessions said that it was going to be a classic masterpiece! You just have to see it!"

"I get it, okay? Stop squealing! Well, where is it going to be held?"

"At The Japanese Cultural Center for the Arts, Block D."

"But they only allow ballet shows there!"

"It is a ballet recital-err-show of sorts!"

Midorima groaned. "You know I hate ballet…"

"But you're already in the list! You gotta come, Shin-chan!" Takao then continued to whine until Midorima begrudgingly relented.

"Just stop whining and I'll go! For pete's sake!"

"Aw.. thanks Shin-chan! I knew you still loved me!"

"I never did and if you're finished pestering me, I will hang up."

"Ah, Shin-chan! It's going to be on Friday night, at around 7:30. See you then!"

Without anymore ado, Midorima slammed the phone down and massaged his temples fervently.

'Damn Takao and his voice…' Midorima sighed as he leaned back in his chair and just let his head loll around.

"The author of the Phantom Presence is writing a ballet play, huh?" he murmured to himself.

'It certainly seems like a risky move to me. The man's forte is his emotions and words and to present something that rarely uses words but relies on actions and gestures to make people understand his point is like shooting a ball with your foot. Even if critics say it's good, it doesn't mean that it will suit my taste. Not to mention its ballet.'

Midorima grimaced at the thought.

'Ballet is fine but all that swirling, jumping and spinning makes me nauseous. But that damn Takao…'

Suddenly, a sharp pang of pain shot through his head.

'Ah, that idiot!'

And so Midorima got a headache by the thought of his friend.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the yellow rubber duck sitting innocently on his desk.

'As expected Oha-Asa's prediction is spot on… A friend will come and bring you pain, indeed. But she might have said that it would be a headache…'

He then carefully lifted his head into an upright position before straightening his posture. The pangs still came to his head but they weren't as intense as the first ones.

Then his phone rang again.

Thinking it was Takao again, the greenette yanked it and promptly roared at it.

" I know, Takao! Leave me alone!"

"So mean! Didn't you miss me Midorimacchi?" A whiny voice spoke and he already knew who the caller is.

"No, I never missed you Kise. What do you want?"

"You see, Kasamatsu-sempai gave me tickets to a special play this Friday and since I have an extra ticket, I thought maybe you'd like to go?"

"No need. Takao already doomed me…"

"Eh? That's too bad ~suu! But you'll still be going right, Midorimacchi?"

Another sigh. "I did say that…"

"Yey! I'll see you then, Midorimacchi!"

"Hmmph… I'll hang up now."

"Ah, did you know that Aominecchi and Murasakibaracchi are going too?"

To say that he was shocked was an understatement and he found himself pressing into the phone as if Kise was whispering secrets.

"I do not tolerate liars and you know that, don't you?"

"But I'm not lying!" Kise whined. "They said so themselves! I called them about the tickets and they told me that they didn't need it since they were coming too! Even Akashicchi said he was definitely going."

'So this is it…' Midorima thought. ' First, I get listed in by that stupid Takao and then told me that it was ballet recital and then we are going to have an impromptu reunion. Charming….'

"Ah, Midorimacchi! I gotta go! My flight's ready to go!"

'Flight? Ah, yes… that blonde idiot is a pilot now.'

"Well, go. I'll see you soon. I'll even check your horoscope for this Friday night."

"Ah-hah! No need, Midorimacchi! Haha! Bye!"

"Good-bye."

Being more cautious this time, Midorima turned his phone off before slamming it onto his desk.

'I'll need painkillers…'He thought - 'Lots of painkillers..'- before closing his eyes.