Kuroko woke to the sound of people breaking into his house. A muffed clatter was followed by a sharp hushing sound as the trespassers squeaked across the floor. Throwing off the downy bed sheets while brushing back his already tangled hair, he crept down (read casually strolled) the wooden stairs until he spotted the intruders. Hand on the railing, Kuroko stared at the bright haired athletes as they admassed near the living room. Blankly meeting the ruby eyes of one of them, he padded down into the kitchen taking care of his footsteps to be silent. Meanwhile the Razukan basketball player chuckled as he turned back to the now panicking crowd. Rummaging through the cupboard, Kuroko picked out a mug and sat down at the dining table as he waited for the kettle to scream. He winced when a certain blond knocked over a pile of upright books as he tried to attach streamers to the bookcase.
Kuroko peered at the microwave clock, his cold tea sat nearly drained at the bottom of the his mug. Nearly 40 minutes passed as he watched the entertaining basketball players set up his "surprise" party. His misdirection would be running out in a couple moments and the charade would be up. Glancing down at his wrinkled pyjamas and mussed hair, Kuroko began trekking through the jungle of balloons and confetti that lay waste to his kitchen. A simple sky blue shirt and black jeans would be acceptable for the occasion he mused to himself as he re-entered his room.
"Where are they?" Kise stage whispered as he nearly avoided stepping on a balloon.
"They should be hear any moment, ne?" Murasakibara muttered. The carcasses of chips littering the carpet.
"At least we're lucky enough that Kuroko hasn't woken up yet nanodayo." Akashi turned his head, avoiding the glint of glasses being pushed up.
"They're here."
A/N: to be continued, I'm just tired right now and a sudden case of writer's block has hit me.
