Frozen Time

Summary: No matter what, he still loves him. Kuroko had died but he still lingers on, tied by the strong feelings regarding his death. He knows he has to move on but he can't. For him to do so, they also have to move on.

Pairings: Yes, I have said that this would focus more on friendship and moving on but there would be a lot of hinted pairings; AoKuro would be the most obvious as this is a sequel for Rewiding Clock.

Prologue

Everything was fuzzy and indistinct. He could only see and hear small bits. He could see white figures moving back and forth and those glaring lights. He feels tired and sleepy, moreover his body hurts a lot. How odd. He was observant and could make conclusions no matter how small the details were presented but this time, he can't find a plausible reason. He can't even remember why he arrived at this place in the first place.

"We're losing him!"

"Sensei, this is hopeless. It's too late to save the boy."

They were annoying. He was too tired. How can he sleep whan they are disturbing him? Ormally he would be polite and ask them to leave him alone but he found out that he has o strength to do so.

"He's still alive."

"But sensei-"

"How can I face his parents with their only son dead?"

He was tired… so tired and weary. He does not care anymore if they kept on pestering him.

"Shit!"

"Sensei, his heartbeat is dropping!"

And so he allowed himself to sleep.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself standing on the hospital lobby. Weird… he still remembered sleeping. Was he sleep-walking? That was rather doubtful as he had ever done it. He read it from a book that somnambulists usually have emotional problems which results to the said action. His problems with his friends, especially Aomine, had been fixed.

He decided to ask a nurse but he was ignored as always. He frowned, thinking that his weak presence was quite low this time for her to ignore him easily. It was true that he was born with near invisibility but the nurse did not even double take. He tried asking a few more nurses, some doctors and even random strangers.

How inconvenient, he thought as he began wondering around the place. Then paused when he saw a flash of pink hair. He blinked when he saw that the girl was looking down and refused to meet the eyes of the couple before her.

They were his parents.

"It's your entire fault!" His normally kind and sweet mother yelled at the pinkette "You and that damn basketball team!"

"Mayumi, you're causing a scene," his father tried calming the nerves of his mother despite looking distressed himself.

"Manners be damned! I don't care; it would not bring him back to life!"

"And it isn't this girl's fault that Tetsuya is dead."

What? The boy looked at them I bewilderment. He was still alive.

"I'm sorry," Despite her calm voice, her body was trembling and she avoided facing them because she does not want to let them see her tears. Kuroko knew that Momoi might sometimes fake her crying episodes but she hated showing weakness and crying in front is one of them.

"Sorry does not bring him back!" Kuroko Mayumi yelled as she was restrained by her husband who in turn motioned Momoi to leave.

Kuroko followed the pinkette, thinking that she needs someone to comfort her. His mother has his father but Momoi has no one.

Now that he thought about it, why were they talking about his death? He was still alive after all, though his weak presence seems to get weaker.

"Sorry Tetsu-kun," the soft sob coming from the pink-haired manager broke him off his musing.

"Momoi-san, I'm here. I'm still alive," Kuroko called, expecting her to regain her composure and happily glomp the life out of him. However, that did not happen and she continued to cry. Kuroko knew that she loved him but she is only a sister to him.

"If I haven't gone there… If I did not, you'd still live."

Memories flashed into him. He recalled seeing Momoi being harassed by five grown man, trying to intimidate her into having intercourse with them. He remembered defending her but was beaten repeatedly and stabbed.

"No, Tetsu-kun! Please stop! Anybody- Help!"

"Hahaha, that's what you get for butting in, you brat!"

"Too bad your pretty face won't save you!"

It was all ridiculous but he could not refuse that everything clicked. How everyone repeatedly ignored him.. it was not because of his small presence this time. It's because he could not be seen. He had already died.

"Momoi-san," He tried touching her but his hands went through. He blinked when he saw that his hands were transparent, not that solid as he had looked before. Perhaps the realization that he had died has something to do with this?

"The dead usually do not realize they are one," a girl with long brow hair and cat-like golden eyes came near him. She looked like a middle schooler like him if you ignore that she only has the upper half of her body or her eyes were inhuman and filled with malicious intent or that she was floating I mid-air.

"My name is Yome," she introduced herself with a sinister smile "You really are an interesting being, Kuroko Tetsuya-kun."