[Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroko no Basuke.]
Warnings: Very Slight OOCness on Kuroko's part and Yaoi. Any more warnings will spoil the story.
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Kuroko sat in the psychologists office for the obvious reason.
"I think I'm going insane." he said quietly as he took a seat in front of the desk. The man sitting behind it gave him a tight lipped smile.
"And what makes you think that?" he asked with a neutral, soothing voice.
Kuroko swallowed.
Okay, now was the time to lay it all out in front of the guy. Skip the paranoid stuff and go straight to the real creepy, freaky shit that kept him lying awake at night staring at his ceiling.
"I have nightmares." he said flatly.
"Uh, nightmares?" the psychologist asked with a tilt of the head. He was relitively young for a psychologist, Kuroko noticed. Light brown mousy hair and a round face with freckles scattered across his cheaks. He looked slightly confused for a second, but regained his composure, "And this bothers you?"
"Yes," Kuroko started, "They're constant- every night for the past three months. I haven't been able to sleep because of them, and the weirdest thing about them is that they're all about the same thing."
"Which is?"
Kuroko bit his lip. Now for the really awkward part.
"They're all about the same guy." he said through clenched teeth.
Silence followed, only broken by the sound of tapping made by the psychologist's pen. He tapped the desk with a steady rythem while watching Kuroko.
"And what happens in these dreams?" he asked, and Kuroko could see in his eyes just the slight flicker of puzzlement in the psychologist's eyes.
Sure, even he had to admit that it was all weird, but he had to do something about this.
"I die." He told him, voice completely void of emotion.
The psychologist was nodding now, but kept tapping that annoying pen. "You realise that it's completely natural to have dreams of people and death, right? Theories suggest that dreams are linked to the subconcious mind and can help reveal a persons fears and desires. Perhaps what you're feeling is a fear of death and..." he coughed and looked away for a second nervously, "maybe attraction."
Kuroko shook his head, feeling a surge of desperate need for someone to understand him welling up inside of him, threatening to explode.
"No, it's more than that. I can feel it." He said, "And I'm pretty sure I've never seen this guy in my whole life."
The psychologist was smiling now, sympathetically. "Kuroko-san, sometimes we forget faces. It's impossible for you to dream of a person you have never met, perhaps you've only seen him in passing before, or on a comercial for something, or-
"No! Trust me, I'd remember if I'd ever seen a face like his before. I've been seeing it on constant repeat for the past three months!" Kuroko interupted, feeling his temper spike slightly.
"Alright, alright, say you haven't seem him before. What about him stands out to you? Could you describe him for me?"
Of course he could describe him, he couldn't ever get the image of the guy's face out of his head even if he tried to. He took a deep breath and let the face come to his mind.
"He has dark red hair, all short and spiked up, and red eyes too. He's tall and tanned, and he has an athletic build." Kuroko explained, his mind recalling the past nightmares he'd had of that face.
"He sounds like the complete opposite of you then, Kuroko-san." The psychologist said with a teasing smile.
Yes, he had a point. His light blue hair and eyes, pale skin and short, slight build was just the opposite of the man.
"How about your death then?" The pychologist continued on, "How do you die in these nightmares?"
"I'm stabbed." Kuroko answers flatly.
"By whom?"
Kuroko looked the man straight in the eye, unfliniching.
"By him."
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I wanted to write another Kuroko no Basuke fanfiction with a different plot line. This is just a small chapter here to see if anyone likes it. Reviews will encourage a next chapter...
Also, I'll update my other Knb fanfic's later...when I get some motivation to write it.