Author's Note: Hello everyone! It's been awhile, hasn't it? Well, I have had the worse case of writer's block that I have ever had in my life. So I'm sorry if this seems rather late. Especially since I have the Kuroshitsuji Fic that I have yet to update. Anyway, please Rate, Read, and Review.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Kuroko No Basket or any of its characters. (Cause trust me. If I did, there would be a lot more gay sex)

"Once upon a time, in a kingdom far, far away, lived a beautiful young gi- ah.. young man. With sun kissed skin and dark colored hair, he was one of the most handsome young men in all of the land. And that was why he was to be punished. Sadly, his wicked stepmother and step-brothers were jealous of his appearance. So they forced the young man to do chores. He was never allowed to go outside to play and he wasn't allowed to have friends. He wasn't allowed to eat warm meals with them. And he was never allowed to have fun. In other words, they wanted the young man to suffer. It was a sad, lonely life for him"

"One day, the wicked stepmother received an invitation in the mail. It was an invitation to the royal ball! It said it was for all the young men in the kingdom to come to the palace so that the princess would be able to pick her future groom! 'I shall have both of my sons attend! It would be wonderful if the princess chose at least one of my sons! Royalty! We could be Royalty!' said the wicked stepmother. She rushed off to prepare her sons for the royal ball-"

"This story is stupid."

Aomine Daiki's mother glanced over at her son. Identical dark colored eyes stared back at each other. And after a moment of silence, she sighed. "You used to always like this story."

Aomine wrinkled his nose. "That was before I knew it was for girls!" He exclaimed, sticking out his tongue. His mother giggled at this action. "I mean, the princess went all over the kingdom looking for a shoe that fit a single guy? Everybody could have lied!"

"You are as smart as always, Daiki." She chuckled as she tousled his hair affectionately. "Well then, how about I find a more manly story to tell my little man next time?" Daiki smiled brightly.

"Come along dear, or we'll be late!" Daiki's father called from down the hall. Both Aomine's stared at the door for a moment before exchanging a look between the two of them. Obviously, neither of them liked when Daiki's father rushed them. But it was true; they would be late if Daiki's mother dawdled any longer. Sighing, she brushed her son's hair off of his forehead before placing a kiss on the dark skin.

"Go to sleep, Daiki. And when you wake up, I'll be here with a fresh adventure for you to hear about." The bed shifted as she rose. "Be good for grandma."

Daiki smiled up at his mother and nodded. His eyes scanned over her face. Dark skin, like his own. She probably got another tan from catching crayfish with him and grandma. Her shoulder length hair had been pulled into a tight bun that rested at the nape of her neck. Her eyes were darker than normal. She was probably wearing make-up. Which meant that she and his father were going out. "I'll miss you." He said with a smile. She only smiled. He watched as she slowly walked out of the door and pulled it closed behind her. The light from the hallway slowly dimmed into darkness as the heavy door came to a close. He stared into that darkness for a moment, listening to her walk down the hall. As her footsteps decrescendo, he settled into the bed. He closed his eyes. "When mama returns, she'll have a new adventure for me? Maybe I should think of one to tell her." He mumbled to himself as he drifted off to sleep.

What 7 year old Aomine Daiki didn't know was that was the last time he would ever see his mother.

Chapter 1

-12 years later-

Dark colored brows were knitted over deep blue eyes that glared at the fair haired young lady before him. His jaw was firm. His arms crossed over his muscular chest. His bare shoulders were taunt. Everything about Aomine advertised his intense irritation. Momoi Satsuki had to admit that she was rather afraid of his reaction to the news she had to deliver. If he was irritated just from being interrupted during his workout, he would be furious when she told him that he wasn't the recipient for the detective promotion. She could see it now. Not only would the messenger, herself, be shot, but there would be damages that they would have to pay for after he went on his rampage.

"What is it, Satsuki?"

Momoi jumped at the sound of his voice. 'Get yourself together, Satsuki! He's not the loose cannon he used to be. Just calm down and tell him like the man he is.' She coached herself. Chiding herself for being so childish, she smiled softly at her childhood friend. "Daiki, the promotion results have come out."

"And?" Aomine asked, seemingly uninterested.

"The promotion was given to Wakamatsu." Momoi finished strongly. There. She had said it. 'Now, that wasn't so scary, was it?' She thought to herself, though she knew that the scariest part had yet to come. She had to gauge how Aomine would react to it. He wasn't the type to let such an injustice stand. Everyone knew that Wakamatsu may have been a hard worker, but the department wouldn't have been able to become one of the best in the country without Aomine. He was a miracle that was blessed on the department. A keen eye for detail. Hard working. A perfectionist when it came to justice. Not to mention, his natural athletic talent. He possessed every quality that an upstanding policeman should have. He graduated from the academy with the highest scores. And since he came to Tōō Police Department, he has had the highest retention rate of any officer in the past 4 years. And yet, he was passed up for a promotion? Who were they to treat their star officer in such a way?! They should have known that if they lost Aomine, they would lose more than just their spot as the number 1 department in the country, but their with Aomine winning most of the competitions that the department participated in. If Aomine decided that he wanted to walk away from the department, he would be right to do so.

But Momoi wanted him to stay. Maybe it was selfish on her part, but Aomine was the best partner she had. It also helped that she was familiar with him. Actually, it was that familiarity with Aomine that allowed them to take on task that normal partners wouldn't have been able to survive. They were the perfect pair! She was his intelligence, finding information that was normally under lock and key. He was the brawn. Physically, it seemed that no one could beat him. The two of them were unstoppable. So he couldn't leave the department just because he hadn't received the position. Right?

Aomine took the towel that rested on the handles of the treadmill beside him. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he tossed the towel over his shoulder before heading towards the exit. Momoi's eyes grew large. He was leaving?! She hesitated for a moment as she tried to figure out what to do? Should she quickly wipe off the machine and then rush out after him, or should she leave the machine as it was and chase after her partner? Ah! Why would he do something like this? It was only right to leave the machine clean for the next person who came to use it! Grabbing the spray bottle on the other side of the room, she sprayed the handles of the machine before wiping off the surface with a nearby towel. Once finished, she placed the towel and spray bottle near the door before rushing out of the gym.

Her eyes scanned the parking lot, searching for the raven haired young man. When she didn't spot him, she cursed under her breath. He wouldn't leave the gym without at least putting on a shirt... would he? Clicking her teeth, she reached into her pocket and pulled out her bright pink cell phone. She swiped her finger across the screen to unlock her device. Within a few seconds, she pressed the phone to her ear, listening to the ringing of Aomine's phone. "Come on. Pick up, you crazy bastard." She mumbled to herself.

"Pink hair?" Kise Ryouta quickly rolled down his window in hopes of getting a closer look at the young woman with such unusual hair. Ah. She must have dyed it. Being experienced with the taste of Japan's youth, he knew pink hair was a fashion statement. Although there were very few people who could actually pull off the odd color, it was vastly popular. His lips curved into an interested smirk as he rolled his window up. Perhaps he should dye his hair? Maybe it would give his popularity the boost that it needed. He was sure that his fans would adore it. As he settled back into his seat, he dismissed the idea. It wouldn't be good for the company's image. And he was he more than certain that the family wouldn't approve of anything that would cause any negative publicity. He sighed.

The family. Such a deceiving name. Kise always thought of a family being a mother, father, and perhaps siblings that loved one another. Not a business of the underworld where, if one was lucky, one could actually be adopted into the head family and given the responsibility of running a sanction. If one was a mafia, they should just call themselves such. Using deceiving terms would only cause confusion and give one false hope. Well, that was how he felt about it anyway.

"We shall be arriving at the house soon, Kise-bro." The bodyguard announced through the intercom.

Kise gave a soft smile as he nodded. "Alright." Ah. So it was time for him to put on his pageant face? To pretend that he liked meeting the thugs thats ran the businesses of the area? Truthfully, he didn't like having to deal with interpersonal communications, much less with tactless brutes that only know how to fight and steal. Obviously, Kise held distaste for the mafia. But it was the world that he was dragged into, and there wasn't anything he could do about it. So instead of fighting it, he found ways of dealing with it. One way was becoming a respectable actor. Of course there were times that his face fell, but those times were few and far in-between. Maybe there would come a day when he could leave this underworld behind and return to a normal life? Ha. No such day would ever come.

The car slowed to a stop. So they had arrived? The trip was rather quick. His next job was at a nearby sanction, but he didn't think that it would be this close by. Only an hour trip? Perhaps the territory was dwindling? Perhaps this job was more than just convincing the public that the business owned by the Akashi clan was legal and good for the community. Perhaps it was to ensnare more land from another Family? Or maybe it was to find out what happened to the size of this sanction? Either way, he had a job to do, and it wouldn't get done by sitting in the car. Taking one final moment to mentally prepare himself, Kise took a deep breath. The door opened and he stepped out immediately.

He was greeted by a uniform line of thugs that lead to the entrance to the traditional style home. His face dropped instantly. Really? A Japanese style home? Paper-sliding doors? A pond? A bamboo rain catcher? Was that a bridge that led over the pond? He couldn't believe his eyes. This was a traditional style Japanese house! Did he step back into the Edo period? Kise looked behind him, expecting to see Masamune Date at the entrance of the gate. Instead he witnessed a large wall that separated this home from the rest of the neighborhood. As he turned to face the rowed thugs, he realized that one of them had a cross shaped scar on his eye! It was as if he was stepping into a tacky yakuza drama. Kise swore if the men said 'osu' or 'boss', he … well, he didn't know what he would do.

"Kise Ryouta?"

Kise turned at the sound of his name, resuming his facade. "Yes."

"I am Midorima Shintarou." A tall young man with slicked back dark hair greeted him. Thin, black framed glasses perched on the tip of his nose. Pale skin was complemented by a healthy hue of pink that tinted his cheeks. In all, Kise would have believed this man was a beautiful elegant creature, if he didn't know better. Smiling, Kise bowed to the male and the sentiment was returned. Afterwards, he was invited into the house.

"Chief! Aomine-san is in the lobby! And he's causing a lot of trouble!" Trouble was an understatement. The office was in shambles just moments after Aomine arrived. He first asked for the chief of police. And when he was dismissed by a rude secretary, he pushed all of her paperwork, her laptop, and phone onto the floor. Slamming both hands on the table, he asked her for the chief of police again. The cowering secretary then refused to call the chief because she was too 'afraid' to move. This only caused more irritation as Aomine began to yell for Imayoshi.

Chief Imayoshi sighed. Combing his fingers through his hair, he started towards his office door. "Tell Daiki that I will meet him in the observation room on the second floor." He groaned. "And start cleaning up this mess."

The officer gave Imayoshi a salute before rushing towards the lobby.

"Oh." The officer stopped and turned towards chief Imayoshi. He was greeted with a wicked grin. "Do calculate the amount of damage Aomine Daiki has accrued. And make up a bill for him before he leaves the building." The officer nodded before rushing to the lobby.

Chief Imayoshi smirked. "Ah. I knew you would be here soon." He chuckled to himself as he walked down the hallway towards the stairs.

It seem like it was mere seconds after Chief Imayoshi entered the observation room that Aomine barged in. Slamming the door close behind him, the raven haired cop shortened the distance between him and the Chief of police. "Imayoshi-"

"Ah. Daiki. I was expecting you. Won't you have a seat?" Imayoshi greeted him with a pleasant smile. If one didn't know any better, they would have thought that he was actually happy to see Aomine. But Aomine did know better. He also knew that if he sat down and allowed the other man to think, that he would come up with some sort of scheme to get Aomine to leave the building without having to explain to him why he didn't get the promotion. He knew it because it had happened to him once before. That time, a 2 years ago, Aomine didn't know that the chief was as sneaky as he was. He also didn't know that the promotion was given to those with talent, not to those who were there longer. Indeed, 2 years ago, he was foolish to believe this evil four eyed bastard.

"Save it, Imayoshi."

Chief Imayoshi smiled as he sat down in the chair. "And here I was about to explain to you why you were passed up for the promotion. I guess you just wanted to visit me then? You don't have to go destroying my station just to visit me-"

"Why?" Aomine demanded.

Chief Imayoshi blinked at the interruption. Of course he knew what Aomine meant by that, but giving him what he wanted was just too easy. "Why? Because if you destroy my station, I have to clean it up. And then there are the repairs that have to be-"

"I don't give a damn about your station!" Aomine roared. "Tell me why I didn't get that promotion. I could solve any case four times faster than that damn Wakamatsu, and you know it!" He slammed his hands on the desk.

"Because you can't handle it." Chief Imayoshi said simply. The answer obviously stunned Aomine because the raging beast was silent. "Would you like to sit down while I explain to you? Or would you like for us to stare at eachother?" He nodded towards the chair that stood beside Aomine.

Running his tongue over his teeth, he unwillingly took the seat beside him. "Explain."
"You just displayed why you can't be a detective." Before Aomine could interrupt him, he held up a hand. "You're wild, Daiki. You can't control yourself and you don't follow the rules. If I were to give you the independence of a detective, do you think that you would even report back your findings and allow the rest of the department to help you with your investigations?" He paused for a moment. When Aomine remained silent, Chief Imayoshi sighed. "Exactly. You can't handle the freedom of being a detective. Not to mention, you will do anything to solve a it's legal or not. Whether it puts your life in danger or not. And contrary to popular belief, police officers are not gods. We can't solve every case. We can't capture every criminal. And we can't save every life."

Chief Imayoshi rose. "Wakamatsu understands that. But you don't. The sooner you realize your mortality, the sooner you can move up the ranks. Until then, you'll stay where you are, Aomine." And with that, Imayoshi adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose before exiting the room. "I trust you'll find your own way out?"

Aomine sat there, staring at the door. 'We can't solve every case? Pure Bullshit!' Aomine slammed his fist on the table. It was because he was so driven that he couldn't become detective? Or was it because Wakamatsu was fine being Imayoshi's dog? Aomine could never do that. He couldn't sit and stay like a good dog. In fact, he couldn't belong to any master. He slowly stood up.

At that moment, Momoi sped into the room. "DAIKI!" She screamed. "I knew you would do something like that! You're too wild! You can't just barge your way into the station and demand to speak to the chief of police."

"Wild?" Aomine repeated. A dark smirk dawned his features. He rose from the chair, manuvering around Momoi to exit the room. This left the fair haired woman to follow him, which she did.

Momoi furrowed her brows. She didn't like that look on his face. It was the look that always preceded a ruse that would get them both into trouble. "Whatever you're thinking, don't do it."

"Wild dogs do whatever they please."

"No, they don't, Daiki. They do as their told. Then they mate. And after they mate, they raise their puppies. And then, they live a life of peace until the day that they die." Momoi fibbed. Of course she knew that his random observation was correct, but she also knew that he was referring to himself. Although she didn't know where he got that idea from, to call himself a wild dog, she knew she had to stop his train of thought. If she didn't stop him now, she would be pulled antics that she wanted no part of.

Aomine turned to gaze upon his friend. Endowing a childish grin upon her, he continued. "Satsuki, I need your help."

Momoi groaned. "No! I don't want to. You're going to get us both into trouble!" She didn't want to lose her job. She didn't want to lose her car that she just purchased. She didn't want to move out of her apartment, and have to move back in with her parents.

"Just this once." Aomine lied. "If you help me, I'll make sure that no one will know that it was you. I'll take complete responsibility." He put both his hands together, smiling at his friend from behind his hands.

Momoi wrinkled her nose. "Just this once?" She asked. Although it was against her better judgement, she gave in. There was no use fighting against Aomine. In the end, he would convince her to do as he wanted. And if she fought for too long, she would just end up tired, irritable, and a why not help him? Especially since, it was only this once. "What do you want to do?"

Aomine's smile brightened. "I want to prove Imayoshi right. I want to show him how much of a wild dog I am."

Omake:

Wakamatsu: Chief! Why did you let Aomine leave without punishing him?! He destroyed the lobby! You should have made him clean it up, pay for repairs, and suspended him for a week.

Imayoshi: Let him do as he pleases. It's of no use trying to put a leash on a wild dog. Besides, if I suspend him, he'll only get into more trouble.

Wakamatsu: That's why he's as bad as he is! You let him get away with murder!

Imayoshi: Calm down. -scratches behind Wakamatsu's ears- That's a good boy.

Wakamatsu:... I guess you do know best.

Imayoshi: Good boy.

Author's Note: AHHHH. This took two days to write. I'm crazed right now. Forming sentences is too hard! AHHHHH. But please rate, read, and review.