Akari: *peeks out from the corner* D-Da...? Kyaa! *dodges tomatoes* I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Don't kill me! There's a reason to everything I do! Well... maybe not everything. First of all, sorry for all the reviews, favourites and followers for Shiver. Love you guys to comment a 'powerful' beginning, but truthfully, that was a trial story. I don't exactly know why, but I need like a freaking trial story for every category before I can actually write a well-plot one(Is that even a word?).

I did the same with my Inazuma one and I don't know why. I was like bawling my brain out for ideas in class and my friend kinda got me out to it and said "It's your story, your choice." I was worried that you guys would hate me for doing something like that, but I will officially announced Player the longest fiction I'm going to make here! Ideas are hoping out and I'm flemish!(Is that how you use it? Whatever.)

Disclaimer: I don't know why I'm doing this. You guys already know that nobody owns Kuroko No Basuke unless you're Fujimaki-san himself.

Credits: To my classmate who whacked me in the head for snapping me out. Although I appreciate if you didn't had to do that, but oh well, actions do speck better than words.

Notes: Did you guys heard Kuroko No Basuke Manga is going on hiatus? GAH! Freaking haters! Can't stand them! They even tried to poison Fujimaki-san! Fortunately he's okay.

Chapter 1

One would say she was crazy, but indifference had never betrayed her antics, especially for a variety of situations that went on in her life. She could only be trapped in this room of silence, countlessly watched as pathetic mortals raced along their business. Sometimes she felt a pang of jealousy. Everyday, she observed relationships developed, humanity evolved by time, experiencing new sensations and undiscovered secrets within themselves, and here she was, forced to monitor their actions, but who said she was alone?

She was young and still have a life to live on, have things to try out, but playing here was still indeed fun. Lying sprawled over the couch of bright red that enhanced her milky hair, scarlet eyes swirled with giddiness, savouring the sweetness of candies, taking her precious time away from the screen to her sweat tooth. Legs practically flailing around by the armrest and ignoring the fact that her position for the crumpled up dress she wore was very revealing, her eyes drifted to her other version. "Ne, Akari, how long can your date go?"

"Hikari," a voice called out, unimpressed. "I do not appreciate how you elaborate issues, especially how you are not lifting a finger to help even though it's your responsibility as the oldest."

Scarlet eyes glinting in mischief, Hikari sat up, long strands of white hair draping by the couch as they fell behind her shoulders. "Tell you what," she said, spitting her gum into a tissue before dropping the ball into the small bin by the foot of the couch. "You call me 'Onee-sama' in an adorable way, then I'll take over. Deal?"

A sigh was heard in the darkness, the silhouette stepped out into the blinding light of the screen. Similar scarlet eyes looked disapprovingly at the older twin. "Sometimes I wonder the truth behind our birth, it could be that our birth certificates were mistaken."

"Now that is downright rude of you," Hikari pouted back, holding a handkerchief onto her eyelids as she melodramatically sniffed and sobbed. "What happened to my little sister who had always clung onto me?"

"She grew up and finally understood that her twin is irresponsible."

"I recent that."

"Be glad that I didn't call you a lunatic," the younger twin shot back as she ran her fingers through her snowy white hair, sitting across Hikari at her own comfy couch as she poured herself a cup of tea.

"Be glad I've done that for you."

Akari glanced briefly at her other version, watching a knowing smirk crossed her features that annoyed the younger of the two a lot. "Thank you very much." She picked up the saucer, lifting up and gently bringing the teacup to her mouth with the other hand as she took tiny sips. "Indeed your methods of brewing tea is rather simple, but I prefer handmade."

"What? Never heard of instant tea?"

Akari softened her gaze, smiling a bit. "You never seizes to amaze me."

"Fine of you to compliment me," Hikari said. "Now, back to the matter at hand." Her face grew serious and Akari wished she could see more of that look—the responsible big sister she wanted. "The number of deaths have been increasing in a certain area, looks to me they are conducting a search party for a kid."

Scarlet eyes flickered to the other. "The Players?"

"As usual, trying to get him first before they do."

"I see." Akari observed the rich colour of brown in her teacup, her lips twitched upwards when she caught the questioning look. "It's very amusing to watch. We play our part, while they play theirs," she said, setting down her teacup back onto the saucer. "After all, this is a game."

"Tetsuya, are you sure you're going to be alright?"

"I'll be fine, Mom," Kuroko Tetsuya replied, winding a scarf around his neck while slipping a list of groceries into the pocket of his brown pants that came along with his stripped shirt. The thirteen-year-old boy glanced at his mother with a reassuring smile. "I'll just be in the nearest convenient store, I won't go too far."

Kuroko Akemi nodded, smothering out the wrinkles from her nightgown, her waist-length powder blue hair loosely held by a scrunchy. Despite her beauty worthy to take on a modelling career, she rejected the invitations with a final answer. At the end, she became a well-known author and earned the award of best selling author in Japan. Transpiring from Japan, her works were later translated in thirteen different languages that pretty much 'wowed' the whole world.

"And Tetsuya," a man voiced up as he carefully descended from the stairs. "Remember to get me a milkshake while at it and do get one for yourself too."

Kuroko Makoto. A music composer who specialized in the piano and guitar. Apparently, the man wanted to lie low, keeping his occupation free of any nuisance and gossips from the paparazzi. Amazingly, he remained a mystery that people found amusing to investigate, but never got an answer nonetheless. He went by the name Black, referring to the colour of darkness.

Akemi whacked her husband's head. "Mou, Makoto, don't ever dare say another word of that beverage. This is why our son is taking after your bad habit!"

"I'll be going," Kuroko announced.

"Have a safe trip," Makoto said before trying to calm his wife down who was busy drowning him with a lecture in healthy intake.

A bluenette stepped out from the convenient store into the night, a bag of groceries in hand, gazing at the night sky worriedly as he did so. Have I really took that much time? I should head back, Mom isn't so nice if she finds out, he reminded himself, quickening his pace as he strode past dozens of closed outlets. There wasn't everything on the list by the nearest convenient store he went, so he decided to go to the next one, even though he promised not to, but for once, he wanted to do something for his parents who took care of him.

He always felt guilty because his parents had sacrificed everything just to be with him. Taking up jobs that required less to leave the house and spend quality time with him. His grandma even cooked for him when he was still young. His grandpa told him stories about japanese folklore and some fairytales. They were happy together and nothing really bothered them except…

Snapping out of his reverie, he found himself wandering into an alleyway. Strange, how did he? Just seconds ago he was happily strolling along the well-lit streets of Tokyo, now he was pacing around a place he didn't even realized he had entered. Feeling overwrought of the consequences, he quickly turned around, scootering back to the safety of the light, but instead of the beautiful atmosphere that soothed his mind, he found an endless road of dirt. Unfamiliar buildings seemed to mock him as he hurriedly took a few junctions, nearly stumbled over what looked to be a rodent.

After regaining his footing, he leaned onto the wall for support, panting as he searched his mind for any theories. One thing he knew, it was hopeless to keep roaming aimlessly without a clue where he was. He pulled out his iPhone, settling to call for help. He only frowned when he checked the signal was dead here. Nothing worked when he tried calling for help, getting echoes in reply. How big was this place? Pushing back the uneasy feeling he had, he continued on walking, making sure to map out the place as he did so.

"Mama…"

He stopped, ears opened as he traced for that voice. An empty silence was his answer. Slightly creeped out by it, he picked up speed—half-running past dozens of paths.

"Mama…"

This time he heard it right; a cry from a little girl. Following the small sobs, his panicked look screamed otherwise. He was deserted in a place like this, yet he was worried over someone else? Rounding a corner, he stumbled upon the small form, crouching behind a dumpster under a soft lit light from above, hands bawling her eyes as her cries intensified. She was no more than five, cutely tied pigtails, holding a stuffed doll in her hands.

"Are you alright?" Kuroko patted the girl's head who stopped crying, rubbing her eyes instead. Confirming that the girl trusted him, he dropped the groceries and lifted her up by the waist, giving her one of his rare smiles.

Little did he know, his ignorance will be his final mistake.

Kuroko felt a chill ran up his spine as he glanced at the doll, as if accusing it for his unpleasant feeling in his gut. He squeaked when the doll produced an unfriendly sound from the mouth, it's head twisted around the form. Kuroko watched with fear in his eyes as the doll head turned back with renewed horror, laughing out loud, coughing out blood over the two occupants. Startled, Kuroko unintentionally released the toddler in his hands.

Instead of hearing a familiar thud, she dispersed into black dusts, ghostly dark hands protruded out and clamped around his shoulders, clinging onto him as claws sank into his skin, garnering a yelp from him. The atmosphere in front of him seemed to be absorb by a realm of sneering creatures around, colourful hues and chanted mantras. He couldn't comprehend much about the situation, what he was helping was actually a monster? He only stared wide eye at bloody empty sockets.

"I finally found you, Kuroko Tetsuya! You're mine!" The thing shrieked into his face as it drew closer, darkness crept upon the bluenette.

"N-no…" Kuroko protested, trying to inch away from oncoming danger, but the firm grip upon his shoulders didn't allow any escape. Chains wrapped around his body, but his eyes were focused on the remaining one that hovered in the air, forming a sharp edge that had his body jerking around frantically. It didn't matter that he was out of character, showing emotions as his mask was broken. Will he die from something so dreadful? His final goodbye washed away; the spear pierced through his chest. His throat too dry to even scream, cerulean eyes slowly giving into his sleepiness.

A fiery red.

That was the last thing he saw before black dots overwhelmed him.

Kuroko shot up from his bed, perspiration stuck onto his skin as he panted for dear life, scanning around his room for any signs of the monster. His mind raced, heart beating too fast for his own pleasure as he gulped for some refreshing cool air. Drawing the powder blue sheets closer to him, he snuggled into his pillow, wiping off the tears. He forced himself to calm down, evening out his breathing. He hopped off his bed, throwing the sheets back. Trudging towards the sink in his bathroom, he turned on the tap, rinsing his face repeatedly and glanced at his own reflection through the mirror. Tear stains had vanished, but his eyes were still puffy and red. He hated this kind of feeling, his emotions were practically going wild, uncontrollable and distracted.

He thought emotions were neither good nor bad, that it would betray him. That's why he hid it all these years, frighten that everyone would start bullying him, making fun of his emotions. Grabbing a towel to dry his face, he threw it into the hamper. For a minute, he hesitated to step into his own room, afraid that that monster might appear again. He shook his head. There is no such thing as monsters, he thought, sitting down onto his desk chair. Taking out a journal from one of the drawers, he started scribbling down with his mechanical pencil.

It happened again, but this time, it felt real and I'm clueless right now.

What I've been seeing all these years… There're not real, right?

Those times when you left home for so long, was that what you've been encountering everyday?

Sometimes… I wish that you would reply.

Please, give me some answers.

He wasn't the type to cry over trivial things like this, shedding tears wouldn't bring back the dead. Sadness was a form of weakness people inherited, but to Kuroko Tetsuya, emptiness was the one thing he felt right now. Sadness could not conquer him, but only hollowness could shatter him.

Yuki-nee, am I finally in your world?