Author's note: Set after Seirin's match with Kirisaki Daīchi High. Before Kagami found Kuroko alone on the outdoor court.
The match was over, and the night was dark. Two figures stood on an outdoor court.
"I'll break you."
Kuroko looked at his opponent's face as he quietly said.
"Hah? What did you say, brat? I-oof!" The dark haired man choked on his breath, for a fist landed an aggressive hook to his stomach.
"I'll break you," Kuroko repeated, his eyes indifferent, his tone patient.
Another punch, harder than before.
Hanamiya Makoto was caught off guard the second time, but quickly regained his composure.
"Why you little-" he started, and aimed a kick at the smaller boy.
Kuroko side-stepped to avoid the assault, and with that, another punch found its way to Kirisaki Daīchi's captain's chin.
"I don't only punch basketballs, Hanamiya-san," the prodigy informed him, his gaze innocent and unwavering. Kuroko's fist collided brutally with the others left eye, "Neither am I principled." Another fist to the right eye.
With a smack to the back of his skull, Hanamiya fell forward with a scream. His assaulter stepped forward and stomped his foot onto the man's shaking back.
"In short," the boy casually pressed his weight down onto his opponent's back as he tried to scramble away, "I can be like you at times."
High up on a tree and out of everybody's sight, a tall figure sat on a branch, watching the scene that was unfolding in the basketball court below.
Teppei wasn't going to like this if he saw it, but how did it matter when that oaf was still held back in the locker room?
The tall man sucked in a breath as he watched. His first-year team-mate had grabbed a fistful of the cheater's hair, and sharply jerked his skull up, his foot still planted firmly on the others back.
"Be quiet, please?" Kuroko asked, "You'll cause a commotion."
However, as the dark haired man's scream did not quiet down, the boy heaved a sigh and jerked his head back a little more, before quickly smashing his face hard onto the concrete ground.
The man on the tree flinched, but made no move to rectify the situation. Moonlight caught the rims of his glasses.
He could see that Hanamiya's nose was broken, for the amount of blood oozing out onto the concrete could not mean anything less. Kuroko wore a contemplative mask for a moment, before his face returned to its usual blank gaze. Seirin's Captain felt something cold creeping up his spine.
Oh, crap.
Hanamiya's scream echoed into the night. Both his knees have been dislocated in a matter of seconds from two consecutive stomps.
"Be quiet, please. Or I'll break your kneecaps too," Kuroko repeated politely to the assaulted man, "and you'll be suspended from the games like Kiyoshi-san."
The man beneath him was gargling, and the blue-haired boy sighed.
"No more underhand tricks, Hanamiya-san," the boy said, softly, as he pried away a small knife the other had smuggled out of a hidden pouch, "I see you really are not going to cooperate..."
With that, the Seirin team's smallest member flicked the knife in his hand, and slit a mark into the Kirisaki Daīchi jersey, and tore it down the back. In a matter of minutes, Hanamiya's cries became muffled as the strip of cloth was tied into a gag over his mouth.
"Now be still..."
With a final blow to the back of his skull, Seirin's opponent was silenced for good.
Hyūga watched, as the blue haired boy patiently stripped the other man naked, bound his wrists together, and hauled the man into a bush nearby.
Teppei probably would never know...
The sound of Kuroko's basketball bouncing on the concrete brought his attention back to the outdoor court. The boy had resumed his practice. Perhaps it was time to return to pick the others up...
No... Their big brother didn't have to know that this was all for him.