A/N: So hey guys, I hope you go easy on me because seriously I tend to pour my skills into writing and still think it's not good enough xD oh well. I was really troubled on which pairing I would write this crappy (yet I hope good) story about. So in the end, I decided it to be KiKuro. Why? Well, because Kuroko is the silent type but thinks thoroughly while Kise is loud and playful, I think it would be fun if the two colaborate or whatever. I kinda adore them both. Also, when I finish this story I'd be glad to accept pairing requests and plots as well. If you want to rp Kurobasu well, *winks* PM me and it's on XD. And soooo I really hope you enjoy this story of mine. I'm going to try to make it not so feminine and still maintain their characters.

Disclaimer: Jay-chan doesn't own KuroBasu. She hates thieves because someone stole her heart and she wants to get it back… okay enough drama xD if I owmed KuroBasu then… the fandom would be flooded with blood… and the fans will get nosebleeds... wellllll, hope you understand xD

Tear-shaped droplets of rain water tapped and drummed against the window pane and it slid down like tears rolling down a smooth cheek. The teal-haired boy uninterestingly observed the pouring rain as he rested his right cheek against the palm of his hand, his elbow resting on the right handle of the moving vehicle's - a bus's- window seat.

The usual day tired the boy as well, like the usual routine. Get up at 7 in the morning, do the daily ritual in the bath, eat up and commute to school. As usual, no one noticed him as they oggled through boring lessons. After those, Kuroko Tetsuya head straight home, not daring to look back at the boring prison. It's not like he hated school, he just didn't find it very amusing, Teikou Middle School. Sure he liked the basketball there since they were monsters when it came to basketball but he never will actually get in the basketball gym, with his shooting skills, he can easily bury himself in the ground, even if he liked basketball.

Kuroko noticed the orange sky getting a shade darker as seconds went by. His eyelids started fluttering close and the sweet realm of the dreamland temptingly called out to him but was startled by the sudden stop of the bus.

Of course, it was the next stop. This was why he hated busses, yeah it's not crowded like trains but busses tempt him to sleep and he might actually get in trouble by it.

The door of the bus opened and someone entered the bus. The teal-head didn't paid no mind as he continued staring blankly through the window. His life was so normal he could die.

As Kuroko was about to open his mouth to yawn, a person sat beside him on the empty seat and the person unknowingly sat on Kuroko's bag handle. He thought he could pull it away but then thought that it would be rude.

Kuroko looked up at the hooded man in gray and poked him on the shoulder.

"Excuse me?" He called out quietly.

The man flinched, making his hood fall off as he looked at Kuroko with wide, bewildered golden eyes as if he suddenly saw a ghost. The stranger looked ike he would have a heart attack.

"Holy Hell!" The blonde cursed as he almost threw himself away the latter.

"Ah. I'm sorry to startle you," Kuroko bowed his head.

"… how long have you been there?" The stranger asked cautiously.

"I have been here even before you sat."

"You have such an unnoticable presence there."

Kuroko politely nodded and tugged at his bag. "And please let me have my bag back."

The blonde looked down at the bag and stood up so Kuroko could pull it away. "Sorry," he said as he sat back down again.

"It's fine," Kuroko slung his bag on his right shoulder.

The teal-head left it that way but the blonde seemed to be oblivious to this and continued talking like he would talk normaly to his friends.

"The name's Kise Ryota, nice to meet you-ssu!" Kise beamed happily.

"Nice to meet you, Kise-san, my name is Kuroko Tetsuya," Kuroko bowed slightly, used to being extremely polite.

Kise waved his hand in disaproval. "No need to be so formal, Kurokochii!"

Kuroko flinched a bit at the nickname but just shrugged it off. "Then… Kise-kun?"

"That's more like it."

Kise slightly caught a look at Kuroko's uniform and he blinked in surprise.

"You're from Teikou?" He asked in awe.

Kuroko nodded. "Yes."

"Wow, with your hair color I should have noticed you before. I'm from the same school as well! Ah, fate is so playful."

"I see, but I doubt Kise-kun would have ever taken sight of me. I'm not exactly noticable," Kuroko explained.

"Fair enough, fair enough."

Kuroko looked at the taller and then he recognized him as the model. He didn't know his name but now that he had seen his face up close he knew that this was that model and the one in the starter line up of Teikou. He was with the Generation of Miracles or MiraGen as some would call it. He indeed was good-looking and no doubt girls were always chasing him around. Kuroko almost pitied Kise for his hard life but who was he to judge? Maybe Kise enjoyed attention, not like him.

"Ne, Kurokochii. Do you like basketball?" Kise asked out of the blue, curious.

Kuroko blinked but nodded. "I like it very much."

Kise smiled. "Then why don't you join?"

"I'm afraid I have no talent or whatsoever," It was true, he can't even shoot right.

"Eh, no such thing! I'd let you meet Akashichii since you seem like such a good guy!"

Kuroko's clear blue eyes widen. "Akashi, as in Akashi Seijuuro? No thank you, I love my life."

"Kurokochii, it would be fine!" The blonde pursued more.

"Kise-kun would be fine but I know Akashi-san does not care for those who are weak," Kuroko tried to reason out.

"Still!" The model persisted. "You won't know until you try!"

"No, thank you," Kuroko flat out rejected and leaned against the window, ignoring Kise completely.

"…- would be good to have new players with different styles. Akashichii would surely permit us to scout new members and - ….." Kise continued to talk but oblivious to him, Kuroko wasn't listening and unexpectedly, drifted off to his much longed sleep, shutting out Kise's words from his head.

Yet somewhere in his mind, Kuroko knows he didn't care to fall asleep in the bus.

Kise stopped talking when he realized that Kuroko drifted to sleep. When he first spotted the boy his heart just jumped out of its cage. Form being surprised and for the new, unfamiliar type of face. He also had this feeling that he could be good in basketball, plus he asked because there was obviously a basketball inside his bag.

Kise looked at Kuroko's peacefully sleeping face and he never felt more relaxed to anyone than ever. The blue-head was just so innocent that it kept him amusement. When Kise saw him, Kuroko just… got his attention for some reason.

Though at that moment, when all was busy doing their business in the bus, Kise observed the boy's little bit feminine features of his face. He wondered if his skin would be as soft as when he imagined it to be or would his hair be. Some of his blue locks fell in front of his closed eyes so Kise tried to tuck them away when he felt a jolt of electricity from Kuroko so he pulled away and faced in front. One thought lingering his head...

That was weird…

As the ride goes on, Kise couldn't concentrate to other matters, his mind was lingering about a certain teal-haired teen. When something suddenly struck him.

Kuroko was asleep.

Kise didn't know which stop Kuroko would get off.

KUROKO WAS SLEEPING!

Should he wake him up or something? Yeah, he should.

Kise gently shook the boy's thin but lithe shoulders and tried to pull him out of dreamland. But no matter how long he shook him, which way or how hard, Kuroko just. Won't. Wake. Up.

Maybe that was why he hate busses.

Hesitantly, Kise slipped his slender fingers inside of Kuroko's pocket hoping to find some useful information there, and he was right. He fished out Kuroko's wallet with much ease and he looked at the contents of it. Strangely, there was a picture of a kid with red hair, darker than Akashi's, and his eyebrows were splitted in (pfft) two at each end. He was a bit darker than Kuroko. Speaking of Kuroko, he was right beside the red-haired guy that made Kise wonder who was the guy, maybe his childhood friend?

Okay, that's enough invading privacy.

Kise put the picture back to its rightful place and grabbed Kuroko's I.D. Who the hell would place their school I.D in a wallet and not wear it? Well, it was Kuroko.

Kise flipped the I.D and looked at his address. He realized that Kuroko should be off the next stop of the bus. He was really glad he rummaged through Kuroko's wallet or he would miss his stop which would be… frightening even for a (cute) guy like him. Kise's stop was not yet there and was further but he guessed he could just do something about it.

When the bus stopped, Kise immediately stood up slipped his hands under both Kuroko's back and knees, lifting him up bridal style. He slung his bag on his other shoulder as he walked out the bus with not much attention. Woah, that was unusual. Maybe because the invisible phantom was with him. Having Kuroko right beside him wasn't such a bad idea.

He quickly searched for the address Kuroko's school I.D told him and in a matter of seconds, he arrived in front of a slightly larger house than an average. On a wall beside the gate was a neatly written 'Kuroko' informing that it was the Kuroko's residence.

Kise pushed the doorbell with no hesitation and a woman with long blue hair got out, she seemed to be in her mid- 30's and he looked almost exactly like Kuroko except her eye color.

"Ah, good evening Kuroko-san. I am Kise Ryota, Kurokoch-Kuroko-kun's friend. He drifted asleep in the bus and I can't wake him up so.. I just carried him here," and he was surprisingly light.

Kuroko-san smiled and opened the gate, motioning Kise to step inside, which he did thankfully.

"Good evening as well. I can't believe Tetsu had a model for a friend! I wish it would be more than that…." The woman mumbled the last part.

"Excuse me?" Kise fought to hold down the blush.

"Ah! Nothing! Anyway, Kise-kun please help me carry Tetsu in his room, the last room on the second floor please. I'm making dinner and I hope you would eat with us as a thank you for not leaving my son alone," she smiled warmly and run her fingers through the sleeping figure's hair. "Ah, still so soft. Good luck," Kuroko's mother winked and giggled as she proceeded in the kitchen.

Kise was having a small blush on his cheeks but shrugged it away and carried Kuroko in his room. It was all in baby blue, the wall, the curtains, the desk, the bed, heck even the mat! It was all blue… Kise thought it was cute.

Kise put the shorter male on the bed carefully as if he were a porcelain doll. He still couldn't believe how light he was for a graduating middle school student. He knew because of the I.D. He was the same age as his.

Kise looked at the sleeping figure and silently had this urge to touch his hair... like his mother tempted him to do, was she a yaoi fan or whatever? Kise tried it however, he ran his fingers through the smooth locks and found himself not wanting to dettach his fingers. He wondered if it would also smell good. He gulped loudly and then slowly, his face came closer and closer and something was punching his chest like some kind of punching bag. He just wanted to know how Kuroko's hair would smell. It's not like he would wake up anyway.

As if on cue…

"… Kise-kun?"

Kise immediately pulled away and hid under the blanket like some child afraid of ghosts under the bed or whatever.

"I-I'm not doing anything! I swear!" He defended.

"I'm not asking, Kise-kun."

Kise flinched. "Uh.. yeah…"

Kise felt the blanket being tugged and he tightened his hold of it. Really, Kuroko wakes up at the most unwanted moment.

"Kise-kun, I'll ask, okay?" Kuroko pulled the blanket away and Kise almost stumbled flat on the bed yet he supported himself up with his hands against the bed. But Kuroko was trapped in his arms while lying on the bed.

They were in a very compromising position.

Kuroko fought back a blush and succeeded. He kept his straight face despite the awkward position. Yet Kise wasn't moving, just staring at him with unexplainable emotion.

"Uh, Kise-kun?" He tried to called the other.

Kise seemed to understand and awkwardly moved away and stared at the ceiling. For some reason, Kuroko found himself staring at the taller.

"Why did Kise-kun leaned over me earlier?" He asked quietly, trying to hide the slight waver of his voice.

Kise seemed to flinch and sighed. "I was trying to.. smell you..."

Kuroko found himself getting a shade redder as seconds pass by and he stood up and turned his back from Kise.

"Is that so? Then, is Kise-kun gay?" He found himself asking before he could shut his mouth. Because Kuroko thought that he, himself, is asexual. But now he was doubting that.

"Gay? I won't put it like that... I'm… bisexual," he atmitted. "And you?"

Kuroko felt himself get red again.

"I… don't know, I haven't liked anyone before.." he admitted back.

Kuroko felt Kise turn him around by his elbow and his sky blue eyes met with molden golden ones.

"Then…" Kise became serious, like a Lion hunting it's prey. "Do you like me?"

Kuroko gulped. "I like Kise-kun… as a friend. But more than that, I can't say I do. I've just met Kise-kun and I'm not one to fall for looks… so, I still can't say.."

Kise looked shocked, not the bad shocked but the good shocked. He never heard anyone answer him like that before. Whenever he asked somebody if they liked him or want him, the answer would be a straight yes. Kuroko really was unpredictable.

Kise moved away and laughed. "You really are one of a kind, Kurokochii!"

"Huh?"

"If that's the case," the blonde looked at Kuroko with a wolfish grin. "I'd make you say you like me," In a blink of an eye, Kise's lips closed in with Kuroko's forehead.

Kuroko deadpanned at him. "I'm not a girl, Kise-kun."

"I don't care," Kise smiled.

The door banged open.

"Boys! Stop flirting, dinner's ready!"

Both of them froze… flirting?

Kise looked at Kuroko and whispered. "Kurokochii, is your mother a yaoi mangaka or novelist or whatever?"

Kuroko shrugged. "I hope not."

"Yeah."

A/N: Yeah! Finished the first chapter. Please lend me your thoughts about this chapter. Constructive critisism is welcomed. I'm just a starter so please go easy on me, please?

Kise: Jayceechii~! Your writing application sucks... *sighs"

A/N: yep, Kise, it's hard to write there but whatever.

Kise: uh huh! So please review and favorite/follow-ssu! *throws a flying kiss"

See you next chapter-ssu!