Kuroko no Basket does not belong to me.
slightly masochistic Kuroko in this story. Please read at your own risk.
He was invisible.
No one noticed him.
It hurt him as a child. It hurt him very much. But he was never one to talk, and never one to cause trouble for his parents. He kept to himself the majority of the times, and would always be alone in the kindergartens. A few children would attempt to bully him, calling him a ghost, but soon they would lose sight of him and forget him. It caused him to want to be bullied. He felt that this was the only way to get human affection. His parents would be horrified to find him beaming with joy when he purposely falls down a flight stairs. He was being showered with affection. The sight of his own blood made his heart race.
Perhaps pain was the way to obtain love.
As he grew older, he learned that hurting himself purposely was not good. It troubled his parents, and that was something he could forgive himself for. He had to figure out a way to hurt himself without it looking intentional. He managed to go for a few weeks not hurting himself while trying to figure out how to be injured "accidentally," until he overheard a few girls talk about something that caught his ear.
"Maya, why are you co clumsy?! You're going to hurt yourself one day!"
"I'm sorry, Michiru, I'm just not able enough!"
He was in 2nd grade when he looked up the word clumsy in a dictionary.
Awkward in movement or action;without skill or grace.
It was perfect.
But an act is an act, and a parent knows almost too well.
He was in 4th grade when he started his first therapy session.
He felt the human affection.
But, he absolutely hated it.
When 4th grade was about to end, he and his family were watching TV while eating dinner. The father was flipping channels every 5 minutes, trying to find a channel that perhaps the entire family could enjoy. When he got to a basketball game, the announcer's voice was blared out, and the boy flinched slightly at the sudden yelling.
"-CORED! HE SCORED WITH AN AMAZING DUNK. CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?! HE RIPPED THROUGH THE DEFENSE AS IT WERE NOTHING AND SCORED BEAUTIFULLY!"
The boy stared at the screen, trying to comprehend what in the world was happening. The father noticed the boy's interest in the game. He let go of the remote control.
"Tetsuya, are you interested in the game?" he asks gently. The boy simply nods as he continues studying the movements of the players. "Tetsuya, the game is called 'Basketball'. I played a few times in the past, though I've become a bit rusty now, perhaps I could teach you a few things?"
The mother interjects, "No, Te-chan is so fragile; he'll end up hurting himself even more than he already has." She looks at the boy's arms, which are covered with bandages and a few minor scars that are hard to notice. He had jumped off his bike the other day while speeding down a hill. Everyone at the school said that it was an accident and that he had just lost balance and fell, but a mother knows her child best. He had jumped.
"No."
The quiet answer was barely heard, but the parents have gotten used to it. The boy was currently looking down at his hands, studying the scabs from the recent accident.
"I want to play."
That night, the mother had an intense conversation with her husband about what they needed to do, and the father managed to convince her that he'd keep an extra keen eye on the boy so he wouldn't hurt himself.
That was June.
When he came home from school, he found the house chilled empty. It wasn't rare, nor was it common, so he went to the living room to find a plate with a note next to it.
Te-chan, sorry, but Mama has to go buy some groceries for tonight, but Papa should be coming home early today! In the meantime, eat these crackers for me, please? And stay out of trouble!
He settled on the couch and began nibbling on the crackers. They were slightly bland, but he just liked sweet things in general. They'd be considered sweet to normal people. He finished to the crackers and stood up to take the plate to be kitchen. When he set the plate down on the counter, he heard the front door open and a familiar male voice call out his name.
"Tetsuya, I'm home!" The boy stepped towards the front door where he saw the father with a box under his arm. "Happy Birthday, Tetsuya! Ooh, boy it's cold out there!" The boy was handed the large (to the boy) box and he went to set in the living room table. When he returned to the kitchen, he found the father making himself a cup of tea. "Tetsuya, you want some tea as well? Or some hot chocolate?"
The boy stared at the father as if having an internal debate on what he wanted.
"Chocolate," was his quiet answer.
The father was a skilled man in the kitchen. He knew the likes and dislikes of both his wife and child. He grabbed a dark chocolate bar and sugar from the pantry and milk from the fridge. His eyes were professional when measuring and made a perfect combination of chocolate and hot milk. While he was stirring the mixture, an idea came up. He opened the freezer and grabbed the Tupper with his homemade vanilla ice cream and placed a small scoop on top of the hot drink. He handed the boy the mug and a small spoon. "Eat up, get big!" he said with a grin.
The boy's eyes shined like blue diamonds at the sight of the drink. It did not even come to him that he could not burn his tongue on the drink because of the ice cream. The only thing on his mind was the hot chocolate float. He said a quick, quiet thank you, and rushed back to the living room.
The front door opened once more to let the mother in. She was juggling multiple bags and was desperately trying to remove her shoes that were unfortunately covered in snow and water. The father went to help her grab the bags of groceries and placed them on the dining room table. "Te-chan, did you wait for too long?" she called toward the living room, where the mop of light blue hair looked toward her with his mouth covered in ice cream and chocolate. He shook his head. The mother couldn't help but laugh at the sight. She headed towards the kitchen and grabbed a clean towel, and wet it damp, before she went to wipe the boy's face clean. "Te-chan why do you have to be so adorable?"
The present turned out to be a basketball, and the father promised that once it got warmer, they'd start practicing together. The boy, Kuroko Tetsuya, could not remember the last time he felt so happy. The last time he had hurt himself was 8 months ago.
But life is filled with empty promises, and the world is brimmed with pain and suffering. That night, Kuroko Tetsuya failed to hear his parents lock his bedroom door. He failed to hear the cries of pain resounding through the large house, where from his room, sounded like the whisper of the wind. He failed to notice the sudden quietness of the house. He failed to notice that the house suddenly seemed awfully large.
On January 31st, Kuroko Tetsuya had become an orphan, and his life of human affection without pain had ended.
I just found all these typos and I fixed them! So sorry!
