Hello this is my first KnB fanfic~ I've decided that I'm going to put all my current stories on hold for this one. I'll try to update it more often even if no one likes it. (Although I hope you do~)

Talk to you on the other side.

EDIT: After much debating I decided to re-write all the current chapters and delete ch. 2. In fact I was going to upload it this week, but I hated it. Absolutely hated it. I am now in the middle of re-writing ch 1 as we speak.

There are a few differences, here and there but mostly my grammar and awkward sentences were fixed.

Thank you.

Kuroko stood in front of the library door confused, "The sign said it was open today." The librarian shook his head sympathetically while she sighed almost inaudibly.

"I left my science book in there from Lunch," the man nodded knowing the implied after thought.

She unhurriedly made way to the back of the room noticing every small detail. Book shelves were lined up three to a row with disorganized books among them.

So it was almost a shock when though the midst of all the chaos she spotted a very peculiar book. It was crimson on the front cover while mustard on the back. It was very odd indeed.

Curious, Kuroko walked towards the fallen book and caught hold of it before retrieving the item she came in for. Being too honest to steal the book she asked the old man where it went.

Lethargically he went to the computer, searched for the book title, and came up with no results; although it was a bit difficult to find when the last word was cut out. "You can take it; the school board doesn't allow books to be on shelves without the districts consent first," She thanked him for the book while bowing, and then left for the classroom to retrieve her book bag.

'A Tale of M-, 'the last word was scratched out with a sharp object making her wonder what it had said. Looking more carefully the book condition was fairly poor; it was torn at the edges while the spine was loose from it's hinges. She flipped through the book only stopping when something seemed atypical. More often than not, the reason for her sudden stop was the fact pages were missing ten at a time.

Throughout the novel spontaneous white pages appeared with no text. The blank sheets were different from the others though; it looked new and not battered up like the rest.

Odd, I will have to read it later, she mentally told she knew it herself a large metal door stood in her way. Only the sounds of loud grumbling and a basketball being dribbled resonated through the air.

Kagami, now in his training clothes, slam dunked the ball into the hoop while grinning like a child. The only other person there besides Kagami and her was Riko, yelling at him to work more on his leg strength. He rolled his eyes and put the orange ball into the bin.

The red head player groused about Riko being the scion of the devil while grabbing his regular shoes, but someone stopped him from doing so.

"Kuroko, you have to stop doing that! I swear one day I will die because of you!" He clutched his shirt in surprise before slowly regaining his cool, "Anyway what are you doing here?"

She did not respond but motioned for him to come with her, in which he complied after saying good-bye to Riko. The first few minutes walking were silent, and in Kagami's opinion; awkward.

"So…what did you need to talk to me about?" At that point of time he wasn't looking at her, but rather the sky in front of him. Her presence sometimes made him feel funny inside, and he was not quite sure whether he liked it or not. Probably the latter.

She stopped momentarily before walking once more, "I forgot," It was his turn to stop and stare at her incredulously.

"Dammit Kuroko! Why didn't you say something earlier?" he vexed, "I could've practiced longer! "

"Kagami-kun didn't ask."

She looked to her left avoiding eye contact with him knowing he was somewhat pissed off, and then tapped him on the shoulder, "My house is this way. I will See you on Monday," with that she left him in a maddened state.

I wanted to ask you to help me with my basketball, but I guess that will have to wait.

The short girl opened the door to her house and was greeted by the sound of silence, "I'm back mother, father." Of course no one answered, they had died.

It was not something she liked to dwell on much due to the fact she couldn't change the past, and even if she could, she wouldn't have knowing her parents would have wanted to die. But that never stopped her from dreaming about a situation where she could save them from their tragic fate.

Blocking out any negative thoughts Kuroko went through her school bag checking if she had any assignments due over the weekend, and found the book she had been given earlier. Seeing no homework to complete she opted to read the story.

She made herself a vanilla chai, got dressed into her pajamas, and sat by the warmest spot in her house; the heating duct by the couch. The bluentte leaned her back on the cold piece of furniture while setting her drink on a wooden chair.

The first chapter was called 'A Great Puzzle' with an odd looking fellow in a circle frame. He had short bangs with a boyish cut framing his face, a rather large hat, and a pair of scissors. Although the man was merely a picture, it gave her the chills just by looking at him. Although most of his appearance unsettled her, the one trait she could not stand was his eyes. One eye was dark, while the other light.

Must have been a printing mistake, she told herself while continuing on with the story.

An hour must have passed, because the time announced it to be nine thirty. The tale had so far intrigued her so it was mildly okay.

It was about a boy who had a horrible mother growing up. She fed him, clothed him, but never really loved him. She worked as a seamstress her whole life and expected him to take over. He didn't want to, and that's when she snapped.

Scissors pierced his eye, and the metal to create the sheers changed his eye color due to the chemicals in it.

Yet despite the fascinating story something was…off about the book. The story of the man was very long and narrated by everyone expect the main character. But that wasn't the peculiar part about the story; it was the fact that the character seemed so real. It was as if he was the one explaining his life to her in person, and the nonexistent voice was him speaking to her.

Kuroko checked the time once again before deciding it was time to go to sleep. She put her now empty cup in the sink and slowly walked up towards her room; the ominous feeling of something big happening never going away.

Good-night Kuroko Tetsumi.

I'm actually quite proud of this. (Lolno.) I know I have a lot of grammar mistakes and not a vast vocabulary but I hope it gets the point across.

Please review!