Important Note: This is a dark fanfiction, I was never well known for sunshine and daisies, but this particular story is going to include hints of parental abuse, so.. You were warned! There may be (hints of) pairings in later chapters, but I think that's about it. This is going to be mostly in character and cannon otherwise, I do not own any characters except the butler.

Enjoy! Comments and the like are welcomed!

Chapter One- Tainted Glass

The door creaked open slowly, revealing only the top of a blue haired man's head to the person entering. He swept a well manicured hand outward, granting the other man permission to speak. He did not take his gaze off of the case of medals and photos for a moment..

My chains.

"Kuroko-sama, the young master has arrived." The butler announced, not daring to blink as he awaited the response from my father. The sharp inhalation that soon followed was enough of a sign that he had been listening. The butler's gaze traveled back to where I was standing, silently assessing the situation. I blinked twice, denying him permission to speak of my presence.

"Send him in after he greets his grandmother." The commanding and hoarse voice sounded, forcing me to flinch from shock. I had forgotten, exactly how much weight that voice carried.

"Of course, Kuroko-sama, I will leave you to your tea." I backed out of the room and strode away, keeping my face as deceivingly blank as ever. I heard the butler lock my father in his study, and sighed, entering one of three occupied rooms in the grand house.

"Obaa-san" I murmured, clutching the cold hand in front of me.

"..." She never responded to me, but perhaps it was just a drawback of my lack of presence. Sighing, I kissed her worn knuckles, observing carefully each scar and wrinkle on them.

"Obaa-san, please just speak to me again.. Call me stupid, even." I whispered, hair carefully covering my eyes as I gazed at the 'resting' figure. It was truly useless, talking to her now, I knew..

Useless effort.

But I couldn't help it, I continued to whisper to her, my voice fading in and out as I continued. Her hand never twitched as I spoke, and the machine's beeping never altered its' pace once.

As I stood after an hour of talking to the equivalent of a wax doll, there was a knock at the door. Lips thinning, I exhaled and placed her hand back on her chest, ever careful not to disrupt the tubes that ran from her body. "Tetsuya-sama, your father is growing antsy."

"I shall be there in less than five minutes, please, leave me." My voice sounded harsher than it had in months, even to myself. I paused, gritting my teeth and clearing my throat, before correcting myself. "Forgive me."

The butler cleared his throat, not replying to my outburst for a few moments. "Three minutes, if you please, young master."

I flinched at being called that, ice clouding my heart and head. With a final glance at my silent grandmother, I exhaled, striding toward my quarters to change. There was no need to soil the Seirin colors with the events to come.

"Tetsuya." The cold and sure voice sounded again, reprimanding me more than anything else for my tardiness. I silently exhaled, biting down on the inside of my cheek as I strode forward around his desk. I went through a quick mental checklist as I knelt in front of him with no hesitation; do not move suddenly, do not meet his eyes, do not speak unless it is a last resort, and be sure to stay a shadow.

I did not breath as his hand caressed my cheek, it was too cold to be comforting. I did not react as his nails sunk into the area of exposed skin behind my ears. I continued to breath evenly, eyes trained on his leather shoes as he shook. My eyes stayed evenly open as he dragged me to my feet, regardless of the pain he caused.

"Why are you still playing basketball?" He spat out the words as if they were poison, fingers digging further into my flesh. I blinked, eyes diverted toward his jacket's collar. "You need to know how to run a business, not how to.. Dribble."

You don't even know what that means..

Inhaling again, I could feel his shaking stop suddenly. It was only a split-second of warning, but I closed my eyes right before his palm hit the side of my face, his long fingers grazing my lips, ears and almost my eyes. "Why won't you obey me?"

His voice echoed as he pushed me back, unaware that his son.. That I was obeying his every command.

"I should.." He brought his closed fist across my lips, earning no reacting except a blank stare. I could feel it, I could feel my heart pounding, I could feel his anger, and I could feel his fustration, but.. I could not react.

"You should.." I silently wished for him to say it as he dragged me to my feet again. I stared at his feet as he threw my weightless body against that case of medals.

"Why do you exist..?" I exhaled, welcoming the blackness that slowly claimed me as my head was repeatedly slammed against the glass. The sickening crack of glass breaking was the last thing I heard as my father rendered me unconscious, again.

"Tetsuya-sama. This sum should be enough for you to receive proper care at a private institute." The wad of cash placed in my hand was warm, as though it had been freshly printed, or counted. The butler stared at me for a moment longer, his wrinkled lips curling downward slightly before he left.

Private? Discrete was more like it.

I sighed, slowly rising and staggering toward into bathroom. Staring for a moment for the bloodied form in the mirror, only one thought truly troubled me. I was too noticeable like this..

"Kuso." I exhaled, stripping off the ruined garments that I would never don again. It was a waste to leave them, I decided, and without thinking, I folded them and put them in the Seirin bag I had been lent.

As I washed myself of the filth and fluids covering me, random thoughts crossed my mind. Thoughts filled with anger and the wrong sort of passion..

Shaking my head, I forced it clear as I wiped my skin clean. Pristine by nature, the new clothes that were laid out for me reeked of money. Blinking dully, I picked up my shoes and clapped them together, watching as a thin layer of dirt and dust converted the clothing. It barely took a minute after that for me to button up my shirt and pull up my khakis.

So robotic.

I froze in the process of lacing my sneakers, remembering that I had missed practice today. Mentally berating myself, I stood, thinking of a way out of the mess I had not caused. Clearly it would be too late to appear and say 'I was here the whole time', but what excuse could I..-?

"Ow." I muttered, suddenly finding myself pushed to the floor by two movers, with a drape falling over my head.

"Sorry, kid. This thing is huge, couldn't see ya." The frontal man said, chuckling.

Sure, sure, make my day worse..

I opened my mouth to speak, only to realize, I had literally been struck by an idea.

Why not go to the new amusement park?