Chapter 1: Disguise

The bustling city of Tokyo had always been home for the uprising careers of many boy bands. Back then, out of the blue six young men rose to lit the stage with their alluring golden voices—they were called…The Miracles. They dominated the stage, owned as if it was their second skin, and their names shined brighter than any stars of the night. Their live performances were always sold out, the shows where they would appear would top the charts—everybody wanted the Miracles. They were prodigies some critics would say, they had it all, the face, the talent and the charisma—or so the five of them had. One of them was the least paid attention to, the camera would easily lost track of him however…the Miracles adored him and treated him like some fine jewel. Not much were known to the six boys, people just somehow fell in love with them and that was all there was. Their fame seemed endless, their posters were everywhere, their pictures almost in every magazine, an interview after the other—until spaces started forming between them. And then, without a warning—the Miracles disappeared.

The announcement of the breakup of the band shook the industry like an earthquake, it was all too sudden. The five went on their separate ways, Ryouta Kise, the golden boy of the band went to focus in his modelling and acting career, Midorima Shintaro became a solo artist, Aomine Daiki went full time in his basketball career while maintaining his acting career, Murasakibara Atsushi became a catwalk model, Akashi Seijuuro meanwhile was the only one who remained in the music industry, while holding in his family's recording company the young man became a solo artist. Fans were divided, and somehow, the blinding light of the five overshadowed the sixth member. He didn't stop though, however things went different for him. The lights and flicker of the camera that used to make his expressionless face slightly twitch into a smile, disgusted him. It made his inside churn in bitter thoughts. The five was unaware of where the sixth member went, just as his screen name went on, it was as if he had truly became a phantom.

The Miracles became one of the biggest and greatest example of how short and unpredictable fame could be. Once they were the shining lights, unbeatable, unwavering, so constant people were starting to think they will be there till their own voices give up on them—but they gave up on each other before it ever happened, the lights flickered, and one by one they walk off the stage. And the Miracles that was once thought to be lasting, ended. Just like the Roman Empire, the once mighty undefeatable empire just…fell.

But the Miracles success had opened the gates for many ispiring artists, bands after bands started forming, and the city of Tokyo became the entertainment capital of the country. Many people from different walks of life gathered their courage in hope to reach the same success of the legendary Miracles. And Kagami Taiga was no different. The tall dark red haired towering young man stood out among the crowd, with his guitar case in his back he walked in the unfamiliar streets of Ginza. Kagami despite being born Japanese didn't grow up in the land of the rising sun where his parents originally came from, the couple moved to America where their business was settled. Kagami had already a backup plan for his future, he had a—not so—small family business to run later on, however business bored him. What made his blood run hot aside from basketball was the loud beat of music, the sound of his bass guitar, and the loud cheering of the crowd. Ever since he was a child he admired the Japanese Pop-Rock Culture, the music was great, not too loud but energetic, so he decided one day that he would come here and perform—become the best. It was then when he learned about them, some famous boy band about some years ago, they were spoken of as if they were heroes in a Marvel movie, and it made Kagami Taiga curious.

Today, Kagami honestly has no idea where he would want to go. Or he did but he got lost. He sighed as he reached to his dark red hair and ruffled it in frustration, he was supposed to go and meet his friends whom he had been keeping in touch through internet a few years ago, they were a small group of guys that plays in their school. Kagami didn't like them because they were exceptional good—he could say they were just average but they were the best pals he could ever have. They were supposed to meet at West Gate Park, but unfortunately Kagami got off a different station and ended up getting off in Ginza—which to his utter distress he has no idea about. Fishing his phone from his pocket he decided to call his friends—well that's something he could do. After hearing a few rings Kagami raised the phone to his ear waiting for the familiar voice to greet him when—

THUD!

Kagami blinked…he stopped from his tracks and looked around…did he bumped into something? There was relatively nothing but thin—

"Excuse me." The voice made Kagami almost jumped out of his skin, the cold monotonous voice was eerily quiet, facing forward his eyes finally focused on a mop of powder blue hair. Wow…is that real—Kagami didn't even dare to say that out loud, he honestly has no right to do so considering he has some strange colored hair—natural hair.

"Y-You s-scared me!" Kagami almost exclaimed to the boy. Looking at him Kagami noticed the boy was pretty much well…typical, well except that the sky seems encased in his eyeballs. He was small, his head reached right at Kagami's shoulder and he was even staring up at Kagami like some kid. Well yeah, maybe he is some kid, his body seemed a bit smaller than most guys, and his skin were as white as some blonde chicks in America, except his lacked freckles and it almost looked like some white snow covered his skin. Kagami almost didn't notice the big dark blue framed eyeglasses the boy wore, the way his hair seemed like he slept in a wind tunnel, his oversized gray jacket over a white shirt with a black buttoned blazer. His pants seemed like some expensive brand, a dark fitting jeans with ripped parts showing his white slender kneecap. The boy bowed his head muttering a small apology to him. "W-Where'd you from anyway." Kagami found himself grumbling, he didn't notice him until he spoke up, well it was good that he did because he bet that he would run over him and he wouldn't even know.

"I wasn't looking, sorry." The boy said in a meek voice. The boy stared at him for a moment then titled his head in the side, Kagami's eyebrow twitched, he felt like he was getting swallowed whole by those freakishly light blue eyes. "Are you perhaps…a foreigner?"

The questioned stunned Kagami, wow…how did he got that? "I…Not really, but I'm just kinds new around here, I'm not a foreigner, more like a returnee."

The boy's face was unreadable, he sighed, "No, you shouldn't say that." He said suddenly. What was wrong with him? Kagami wanted to smack the hell off the boy in front of him, he was asking and now—"People will take advantage of you if you keep telling them every details about you."

Oh…Oh, so that's why. Well he has some point, wait—

"HAH?!" Kagami exclaimed, "Hey what's wrong with you, didn't you asked me first you little—"

"Kuroko-san?!"

Kagami found the boy's shoulder tensed as someone suddenly exclaimed a name in the being his usual curious self, peered from the shoulder of the teal haired boy and found two people calling the name in the crowd, one is a girl with a short brown hair wearing a business attire, next to her is a guy a huge guy wearing sunglasses, he was wearing a suit and tie—could they be from the Yakuza? Kagami wondered why would they be doing in broad daylight calling out a name in the middle of a crowded street. His thoughts were interrupted when he felt a small cold hand grabbed his wrist, he looked down and found the teal haired boy had grabbed his wrist and was looking down.

"Hey, kid, what's wro—"

"How fast can you run mister?"

"Huh?"

The question was left unanswered when suddenly the tall guy in sunglasses pointed towards them and he felt the boy's grip tighter around his wrist, and before he knew it he was being pulled towards somewhere. What was happening, why is he running—WHY THE HELL AM I RUNNING?! Kagami exclaimed in his mind as he looked behind them and saw the two running, the woman was surprisingly fast given the fact that she is wearing a pencil cut skirt and a frigging heels! What the hell did he got himself into? Who the hell is this kid, is he some mental patient, or some juvenile convict? Oh he could only pray he wasn't in some deep shit. The boy was just running, and he wasn't looking back which scared Kagami, is he hiding his face from those guys, what if he was some target the Yakuza wanted to? Oh god, he saw this on TVs—FUCK AM I GONNA BE SOME HOT RED TARGET BY THE YAKUZA?!

"What the hell is happening?!" Kagami exclaimed as the boy pulled him into a shopping center, the boy pushed through the thick crowd surprisingly all to smoothly. The boy didn't answer he tugged Kagami closer. "Oi!"

"Later, just follow me for now." Was the only answer Kagami Taiga got. It was irritating, where is he being taken to, and what kind of trouble did he got himself into? It wasn't in his list to do today to help some fugitive or something like that. Kagami doesn't like being treated like a puppy—anything but not a frigging dog or anything that belongs to that group f canis.

They continued to run and took sharp turns until Kagami had enough being pulled here and there to God knows where. The people following them was noweher to be heard, Kagami stopped and planted his feet to the ground effectively pulling the teal haired boy back to him and halting. Kagami shrugged the other's hand off his wrist and pushed him—who the hell does he think he is! Unfortunately the push was bit too powerful and caused the boy to stagger, Kagami heard something fell to the floor and he found the dark rimmed glasses in the ground. The people were starting to look at them as they had stopped in the middle of the streets, but Kagami could give a shit about that later.

The boy instead of answering warily picked the glasses from the ground making Kagami's anger bubble up even more, "What the hell is wrong with you!" he exclaimed, he muttered curses under his breath in English, what he didn't like the most was getting hauled into things he didn't volunteered for. The boy meekly replied with a sorry. But Kagami wanted answers not some stupid apology. And the fact that he had his head hung low didn't help them both at all, why won't he face him like a man he is! "Who the hell are you even!"

"P-Please don't make a scene." He said backing away a little, Kagami's clenched his hand into a fist, oh so now he doesn't want to make a scene, and why was that, afraid someone may know him and report him to the police? Angry and frustrated Kagami was about to grab the boy by the arm when—

"Eh…look, look an argument."

"Wait isn't that guy the one playing in the last theatre play we saw?"

"Huh…Oh, yeah that's him!"

"Damn take a picture!"

The boy tensed and Kagami watched as he looked uncomfortable all of a sudden, he backed away head lowered as he pulled his jacket closer to him. The people started gathering close to them and they were all trying to get a look at his face. The boy's hands were starting to tremble and the grip in his glasses was dangerously tight as if he was going to break it soon.

"Wow look is he having an argument with the foreigner?"

"Eh looks like it, maybe he's done something?"

"But isnt he some famous guy?"

"I think he is."

"Ah look it's the guy from Hundred Nights!"

"Oh my, I need to have a picture of him!"

"Why is he here?"

"Do you think they know each other?"

"Are they shooting for some TV show?"

Kagami didn't like the air around him, and the way the boy looked like it was as if he doesn't enjoy it as much as the people do.

CLICK!

Someone took a picture, Kagami's eyes widen as he saw the boy's shoulder trembling even more, and he wasn't just uncomfortable he was…scared. He was starting to look pale, and another picture and another—WHY WON'T THEY STOP, CAN'T THEY SEE HE'S GETTING UNCOMFOTABLE WITH IT? Anger rose in his system as the people deliberately took the picture of the shaking boy there. He had suddenly forgotten his dispute with the teal haired boy, and he understood was this goes against all his moralities. He found himself slowly walking over to the other and stopping a foot away from him. Everyone around them had started whispering about what Kagami might do, but none of them ever gave a helping hand to the other. If ever Kagami was really going to hit the boy these people would just surely watch—wretched ugly stinking people.

"Can you still run?"

The boy was about to look up at Kagami when he prevented it and grabbed the boy's head and gentley urged the other to look down instead, "You don't want them to see your face, right?" he whispered. The boy nodded.

Kagami sighed and glared at the crowd, and without a warning he pulled the boy and ran for it. The boy kept his head low as they ran making Kagami aware of the other's sincere want to hide his identity. He isn't some shady kid, now he knows that much those people wouldn't be gathering around squealing and taking picture of him if he was some yakuza target or something like that. This boy…might be some celebrity. "Put your hood on." Kagami said as they reached to the corner of the street, the boy nodded and pulled the hood of his jacket over his head, he didn't knew what came in him when he grabbed the boy by the shoulder, while his other hand protectively covering the boy's head.

…

Kuroko raised his head as he tried to catch his breath, he had never ever run so fast like that in his entire life. His feet felt so painful, but somehow he didn't feel any of the anxiety that filled him a moment later. His eyes fell on the bigger hands over his wrist holding him, he couldn't shake the fact that this guys just helped him out of the blue. If it were others, they would have run away. They would have left and let him deal with it. No one wants to be troubled by some kid. It was either of the two, this guy is kind or…the guy was stupid. He could have been a fugitive or some bloke with huge debit to the gangs, yet he pulled him, ran for it. Kuroko looked at the man, he is tall, he had a good physique that could rival that person's. Could he be an athlete too? He's tall, taller than most Japanese, Kuroko thought that this might have to do with him being raised abroad—I'm starting to think the food in America has something in it that makes people really tall—Kuroko thought quietly. He had this incredibly strange colored hair, just like that person—only darker. He wore a simple black shirt and dark cargo pants, which for some reason looked good on him despite that being actually very simple.

"You 'kay?" Kuroko blinked as he heard the man said, he turned and nodded to the other. Kagami turned and found Kuroko's small framed face has now a thin layer of sweat. Out of instincts Kagami reached to his pocket and produced a handkerchief, and handing it to the teal haired boy. "You're…uhm, sweating."

Kuroko meekly accepted the handkerchief muttering a small thank you, "I-I hope I'm not imposing."

Kagami waited as the boy finished and sighed, "You got lots of explaining to do though."

"Well…uhm…please do follow me, I don't think in the middle of a street is a good place for a chat."

Kagami didn't object or anything, he followed as the teal haired boy brought him to a small coffee shop. It didn't look expensive or flashy, Kuroko took a seat at the back of the establishment next to the glass window. When the waiter came to take their order Kuroko simply ordered a milkshake while Kagami ordered a cola. Kagami realized that without the boy's eyeglasses his eyes were…the brightest blue he had ever seen, the sun showered and rained on him and it made him look glowing. His eyelashes were thick like those in the models you'd see in the magazines. His lips were flush pink but not like those lipglossed lips of the girls in some tv drama.

A famous person? Well if he really is then why does people in that coffee shop doesn't seem to recognize him? Kagami scratched his cheek, wow, he someone with such…low presence is a famous person? That doesn't seem like it.

"This is my calling card." Kagami blinked as he heard the boy's voice. Looking at the boy's extended hand he found him handing him a small piece of calling card. Kagami curtly accepted it and read the it.

Kuroko Tetsuya

Tokyo Records

Singer, Stage Actor

Singer…Kuroko…Tetsuya. This boy is a singer?! Kagami's eyes went wide, this guy is a singer? A professional? What was he doing running around of all places? And he looks so small, how can someone even identify him on stage? Kagami found the boy bowing his head, "I am sorry for the trouble I caused today…uhm?"

"Kagami."

"Kagami-kun."

"Well what the hell happened anyway, who are those guys chasing you?"

"That was Aida-san…she's my manager." Kuroko answered, Kuroko stopped as the waiter came back and served their orders. Kuroko bowed his head to the man politely.

"Still doesn't answer my question." Kagami said before took the glass and sipped from the cold beverage. Kuroko nodded as he placed both his hands in the side of the cup of the drink letting the cold sip in his hands.

"I…I don't want to attend today's meeting."

"Huh?" Kagami raised a brow, is he one of those celebrities who would run away and ditch people just because he—huh? Kagami stared at the boy…he looked sad. Why? He ran away from his schedule yet he looked unhappy. "Something…happened?"

Kuroko's eyes widen, he turned to look at Kagami's eyes, and surprisingly he is perceptive. His eyes were staring at him, the fiery red eyes were strangely…comforting. "…Not really, it is just…I don't feel quite comfortable speaking with people who…gave so much ill memories."

Kagami fell in silence, he had forgotten…artists are humans too. They have people that makes them feel uncomfortable, they get angry as well.

"Kagami-kun?"

"Hm?"

"Do you always do this?"

"Huh?"

"Please don't randomly pick up and save people. You may never know what they hide." Kuroko said, "What if I was someone with ties with the gangs?"

"You don't look like one."

"Looks can be deceiving."

Kagami stared at the boy, ah…so…he was that kind of person huh? He chuckled and took a sip again in his drink, "Yeah sure…thanks for the concern." Kuroko was stunned…concern? "I get it but, I can't promise I won't do that. If people need my help and I could, why would I be stingy about it?"

Kuroko stared at Kagami, no…Kagami Taiga, isn't just kind or stupid…he is both. Nice people don't last long in the industry, it was either they are taken for granted…or they get…destroyed, just like them. Kuroko stared at Kagami as he took a sip from his milkshake, it was only then the teal haired theatre actor realized the object behind Kagami is a guitar case could it be he plays it? Well surely, there was no need in carrying one if you don't have any use for it, yes? However as Kuroko was about to ask Kagami about the taller male beat him to it, "You play the guitar?"

"How can you say that?" Kuroko asked baffled.

"Your fingers are calloused." Kagami said pointing at him.

Kuroko raised his hand, ah, yeah…those callous, "I don't play anymore."

"Huh?" Kagami raised an eyebrow, "Why?"

"Kagami-kun…would you…play for me?"

…

Kagami raised a brow, he didn't know why he even agreed about this. He had never actually tried performing in an open area, more so a public place without permission to the authorities or anyone at that. However, he something stirred in his inside when Kuroko said those words to him, he sounded sad…like he missed something. However, thinking about it Kagami is curious, Kuroko was supposed to be a singer, right? That was written in his calling card, he wondered how he sounds like. What put him different from the other artist? Kagami took out his guitar from its case, as he watched Kuroko in his side putting on his thick framed eyeglasses. Now that he thought about it, what was with his reaction earlier?

"Hey?" Kagami asked as he tuned his guitar, Kuroko looked up to him raising a brow. "About earlier, you acted…weird when people were taking pictures of you, you're a singer, right, surely people would have taken photos of you or two, so…what's with that reaction."

Kuroko pressed his lips in a thin line as unwanted memories momentarily visited him. The reason why he left the band, the reason why he doesn't want to go back to the TV industry—"Kagami-kun…do you like playing, do you like…music?"

"Wha—Uh…yeah, I guess."

Kuroko fell silent, he looked at the crowd passing by nonchalantly, this was the same park, the same place where they use to gather, where they used to slip in between classes, and play random songs. Those days used to be his favourite, but now all it was are memory filled with anguish and regret. Those days he thought would never end, those dys he gave his whole trust to them—and yet…Kuroko closed his eyes as he breathed out.

"Do you know…the most painful thing is to hate something you used to love so much?

Kagami was stunned, he turned and found Kuroko's eyes, they were blank, he felt as is his guts fell like a pebble down a pond. He didn't know what made Kuroko say that, but he saw underneath that blank eyes were angst, regret, anger. "So…Kagami-kun, would you…let me forget that for a while?" Kuroko said as he slightly turned to Kagami. The taller male despite being unsure of what Kuroko really wants to do nodded, Kuroko passed him a paper he asked earlier from the coffee shop, Kagami was awed when he found the paper now field with guitar chords. It was easy for him to understand and he had no idea how he was that even possible, he usually needs a few minutes to understand a guitar chord. "Can you play it?"

Kagami nodded, and with a count to three, he started strumming the strings of his guitar. He watched as Kuroko closed his eyes, slowly he found the other's shoulder slumped and relaxed into the rhythm. Then came the most astounding revelation Kagami Taiga had ever encountered that day, he almost stopped shock from what he was hearing. He had never heard a voice so calm yet so…cool like Kuroko's. The people were now starting to second look at them. Kuroko's voice is flawless, like water, or spring flowing freely, cold but pleasant, a kind of voice that will give you goosebumps just from hearing it. Kuroko's voice was so emotional, so polished Kagami could barely find a hint where he would trip over a note or two. Kagami couldn't even compare it to anyone, he bet he could sing almost anything with that voice. As the beat grew closer to the chorus he could see Kuroko getting himself more into the song, it was almost strange that the monotonous voice of this boy when he speaks could turn a 180 degrees off the mark. He isn't just good, he is great. The people had somehow gathered around watching in awe at the public performance. Why didn't he know someone like Kuroko, why wasn't he as popular as the other male singers when he is this good? His voice was calm, natural and he could tell Kuroko isn't a petty singer.

And before Kagami knew it he was staring to sing along, the lyrics isn't difficult to sing along to and it was as if the words just flowed in him. He just felt the need to, like his voice called him, or something. And he liked it, the sound of his voice with Kuroko.

Kuroko's eyes widen as he heard Kagami's voice was now joining him, turning around slightly he found him singing, and he is…smiling. He looked like he was really enjoying this, somehow the smile and his eagerness was very contagious, Kuroko found himself longing for that smile, those days when he could smile and enjoy every single beat. Kagami's voice is powerful, it was almost identical to that person's except it was edge-y a type of voice that is quite difficult to get a grasp of, it's jaded and gruff that made it a perfect contrast to his voice which lacked the usual thrill of having that probability of getting off tune. Kagami's voice is raw, rough while his was cold, polished and it made the best sound.

And that was stunned Kuroko most, after he left the band he thought someone would never come, no one will be able to sing with him ever again. His voice was too polished, it was too perfect, it lacked the thrill, it lacked luster they say. That was why it was difficult to find anyone who would sing and make a perfect tune with him. Anyone who tried before this would spend the whole thinking where they fall short of, it was either their voice would seem out of tune compared to his, or it would seem like they were having their own moment was leaving Kuroko's voice. It always would end up badly, Aida had tried so many people, Kuroko as well. He tried to do something about it as well, yet none worked. People liked his voice, but he could not shine, he could not rise because it was his voice that was almost impossible to agree with other's…until now. So many people tried, yet now, a sudden impulse to sing, Kagami Taiga was able to blend his voice with him like it was the most natural thing.

When the song ended, the people applauded, and Kagami bowed his head to the people. Kuroko was just there staring, thinking what on earth Kagami Taiga is. Just as he thought that they might be right about him, he came in, crushing that with one beat.

"You would never be able to function without us!"

"I have enough!"

"You are a shadow, you will never be able to climb and perform without a light!"

"Then I will find one! Brighter, and bigger than any of you!"

And there he was…there was the biggest, brightest light Kuroko Tetsuya had been searching for standing right behind him, with a huge grin in his face, a cheap bass guitar and a simple black shirt, at the very same place where his dreams begun.

….

Aida Riko sighed for the hundredth time that day as she stood at the entrance of that familiar building. She took a glance at her wrist watch, she understood Kuroko's feelings however, work is work. She absolutely understood his reasons. From the start Kuroko Tetsuya was never really a good individual to connect with others, he was the kind of person who rather fade into the background, he hates the fake smiles and pleasantries exchanged in the meetings—especially when it involved any of those five. Aida couldn't blame him, Kuroko is still a teen, Kuroko should have been enjoying his life, his career, happy and energetic—but he was slapped in the face all too soon by the harshness of the real world, brought by the people he trusted and loved as much as a family he never had. Aida's eyes suddenly perked as he saw a figure coming towards the apartment, in dire wish to finally get a word with her talent she ran to look but all she saw was a tall crimson haired young man…wait tall…crimson haired? She blinked and tried to look at the sight even better, and then when the familiar face came into view—

"KUROKO!"

Aida quickly brought the small teal haired boy into a headlock not even minding whoever who was with him. "You little twat!" she exclaimed. Kuroko made a suffocating noise and wriggled off her grip. "Where have you been?!"

"T-Tenchou, I-I can't b-breathe!"

Aida let go and pulled Kuroko to look at him, his clothes looks tossled and his hair, oh god his hair looks like he just rolled somewhere, "Where have you been, huh? Its late!"

Kuroko supressed a smile at the other's motherly affection, Aida had always been looking after him since then. Despite her random head-butting, or manly slaps in the back, Aida is a very doting manager. She did her best to understand Kuroko's situation. Kuroko bowed his head in apology, "I'm sorry for worrying you Aida-san." He said quietly. As he raised his head he turned to Kagami who seems to be feeling a bit awkward about things. "Kagami-kun, this is my manager, do you remember her?"

Kagami nodded sheepishly, "Ah…hello, uhm, yeah I'm Kagami Taiga." Kagami said as if on instinct he offered his hand for a handshake. Aida was slightly taken aback but returned the gesture as well.

"Aida Riko, from Tokyo Records." She said. Kagami Taiga, she quietly noted, the man was tall, athletic build, his eyebrows are weird but he looks fine, no, probably magazine worthy look. For a brief moment one could assume he might be some local actor or model, but—Kuroko rarely affiliated himself with the likes of those. As hard as it to imagine, most of Kuroko's current friends were outside the industry, if they were most of them are just local artist.

"He's a returnee." Kuroko said, "And as he informed me, he seems…lost."

"What?" Aida raised a brow, wait, he saw this guy getting pulled by Kuroko earlier that morning, and it was almost sun down, just how long did Kuroko pulled this guy around town? But what made Aida wonder was the fact that the taller male doesn't seem bothered by it. Could it be he is one Kuroko's friends?

"We just met this morning."

"HAH?!" Aida's eyes went wide as the saucers, she pulled Kuroko to her side and shook him like he was out of his mind, and maybe he really is—"What the hell are you thinking! You pulled a guy out of nowhere, a lost guy without any knowledge of the place of all and dragged him all over Ginza! Kuroko oh God, are you even sane? You might gotten in trouble, both of you, and what makes you think that this guy is not some perverted freak—"

"Hey, I'm not a pervert!"

"Or if he was not, the trouble you caused him! Oh God and worst, what if you get mobbed again?!"

Kagami blinked, that again? What is Kuroko's problem with crowds anyway? He turned to Kuroko who didn't flinch or made any reaction as if it was natural for her to say that.

"Tenchou I am alright and besides, I promised Kagami-kun I'd help him go back to station." Kuroko said as he tried to stop Aida from shaking him any further. Any more than that would cause him to a dizzy spell, as Aidaalet go of him he turned to Kagami, "Its getting late, Aida-san do you think Iwazumi-san would mind driving Kagami-kun?"

"D-Drive?! H-Hey I thought you said you'd just tell me the directions and it was near your place!" Kagami interjected.

Kuroko raised a hand over his lips and gave Kagami the you're stupid Kagami-kun look, "You easily believe people Kagami-kun." He said with a hint of slyness coating his words.

"Wha—Are you calling me an idiot?!"

"I didn't say anything like that Kagami-kun."

"You-!"

Chuckles

Both Kagami and Kuroko blinked, turning they found Aida chuckling the corner, "Oh, don't mind me, continue." She said as she shrugged. Kagami turned to look at Kuroko and realized what the woman was implying and suddenly burst into a ball of red embarrassment. Kuroko just sighed. "Oh, why did you stop, you two look like an old married couple."

"Tenchou didn't you say its bad to be at ease with strangers."

Aida just shrugged, Kuroko may seem not like it but he seems at ease with whoever this Kagami Taiga is, and with all seriousness Kuroko Tetsuya is the person least to be expected to be at ease with someone so quickly. If what he said was true, that he had only met Kagami right now, then something is with this boy. If he was able to take Kuroko's attention that quickly, then surely he is something. Kuroko almost for a moment looked like—

"Ah! Kuroko!" Aida exclaimed making the teal haired boy look at her questioningly. "Why don't you invite Kagami this Saturday's performance?"

Kuroko's eyes widen and side glanced, "…But…I'm not…" his voice was low, after mulling Kuroko looked up and turned to Kagami.

"I don't mind but if its on Saturday already, I'm not sure if there's still tickets for me an—"

"I'll reserve a ticket for you, so please come."

Aida was stunned as he heard Kuroko said those words. Did he just actually invited Kagami Taiga to see his performance? He rarely did this, though naturally casts of the show had two to three free reserved tickets for themselves to be given to anyone they want, Kuroko never used them—he would only send one, and that person never ever came, not even once. This is something new indeed.

"Ah, well yeah sure. I guess." Kagami grinned and suddenly ruffled Kuroko's hair, "Impress me bocchan!"

"I-I will!" Kuroko said with much energy than he usually does. When was the last time Kuroko was this enthusiastic about a role in a play? The covert expression her beloved talent almost made Aida grin.

Something interesting…is about to happen