Hello, I know I should be working on all my other stuff, but I have an itch that I need to scratch. Besides, having more stories, gives me the opportunity to expand more? I'm not really sure….I'm giving you lame reasons not to hate me… Oh well.

I hope you like it. I wrote it over the span of two days, while I was night blogging, so everything is a bit weird in grammar, spelling, and plot wise. Lol it's 4:17 AM here now. I should go to sleeeep.

Disclaimer: I do not own KnB

Pairings: Not sure? But I think it's GoMxKuroko

Warnings:Fire

{ What Should and Never Be

Pt. 1

(Prolouge)

The first thing he sensed was the God awful smell of burning flesh and the horrible screams of children. His vision was blurry and all he could make out was a vague silhouette covered in red and orange hues. A few seconds later the man fell to the ground with a loud thump, and a detestable gurgle of sound came out of his now foaming mouth.

It was then that he noticed he too was lying on the ground, immobile and screaming. He wasn't yelling for himself though, rather it was for the better good of the people. His screech was a signal, a sign to tell the men outside there were more people in the building.

His screams went unheard though, lost within the tortured cries of students and teachers alike. Pushing himself upwards he inhaled a lung full of smoke, but he ignored it. He was already doomed to eternal damnation. His soul bound to something so evil and possessive, that made him think what could possibly be worse? A life doomed to Hell, or a malfunctioning organ?

In the midst of all the chaos he heard a voice; a velvety, calm, impure voice, "Save them."

And so he did.

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Published- September 25, XXXX

Written by X

A Tragic Chemistry Experiment Gone Wrong

On September 25 at 2:00 PM the students and faculty of Akahea Academy met a tragic fate. What would have been a normal school day turned into one of the years worst tragedies. A class of twenty students from AP Chemistry (Third year, high school) was conducting an experiment on controlled fire, when something went very wrong.

Controlling fire is not an easy task, but Akahea was renowned for their science and math department. It seems the critics were a little too lenient on their scoring.

A student from the academy - who wants to remain anonymous said – "It wasn't even our fault! Everything was under control and we took precautions in case anything went wrong! I swear it wasn't any of us; it was the doing of-of a monster! A trickster, a demon! "

Talking to other students from the class, they all said something similar. Now the question is; are they telling an uncanny truth or a very elaborate lie?

Update 9/26/xx: The Police and Firemen have counted the dead bodies, and out of the 700 people in the school only 14 have been seriously injured, and 2 have died.. With a fire like that, they assumed more would have suffered the consequences.

Update 9/27/xx: Students explained why they are still alive, and it's all thanks to a teacher called Kuroko Tetsuya.

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"I guess I'll have to move again."

[x]

The winter air was neither freezing nor chilly; rather it was a welcome climate despite it being twelve degrees Fahrenheit. If there ever was a choice between fire and ice, he'd pick ice in a heartbeat. Fire reminded him of where he belonged, and he didn't want to be reminded in any way, shape, or form.

Speaking of which…

The blue haired male stopped his walking and turned his body so it faced a large LED screen high above a building. It was an advertisement for men cologne called "Clockwork," and the model for the MV was a blonde haired, golden eyed, male, smirking at the viewer.

Kuroko turned around and quickly walked away from the electronic billboard, making sure not to make eye contact with the few people he came across.

It was a good twenty minute walk to his apartment, but he made a new record at ten minutes, thirty seconds. He had to be quick if he were leave before they came for him. Surely they would have found out where he lived by now.

With a quick look around his modest sized living area, he tidied up the place a little making sure nothing was out of place. And when he was done, he took out a small traveling suit case and stuffed as much clothing he could into it.

Minutes later, he had his shoes and a warm large jacket on – to keep appearances up - and was ready to leave. But before he went he ripped a piece of paper from his letter of recognition (graciously given to him by the school and parents), and wrote a small note of good-bye. After throwing away the remints of the paper he turned around and walked out the door, not once looking back to the almost unfurnished house.

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"Come on Aomine-chi~!" a blonde haired male sang, "We finally get to see Kuroko-chi once more!"

The man being spoken to grumbled under his breath and walked a bit faster, silently eager to see the one person he knew was his.

"I suggest you two get behind me now," it was a recommendation, and yet the way it was being said made it more demanding than anything else.

Not even ten feet away, they saw the door they were looking for; Room no. 115. Without even knocking the red headed one snapped his fingers and pointed toward the wooden door signaling Murasakibara and Aomine to kick the door down.

They leaned back on their heels and hit the door near the lock with their feet, successfully breaking the entrance open.

Upon entering they noticed the living quality of the apartment. Wooden floors, red brick walls, and one large window on the side of the living room. What little furniture it held, was that of a very small black leather couch, with a few throw pillows. There was a rug, that didn't match the modern look of the house, and a fold up bed despite the living space having a bedroom.

"He's gone," Murasakibara stated, after looking though the house.

"Obviously."

"Hey look, there's a note," Kise picked up the ripped paper and began to read aloud.

Don't come after me.

– Kuroko Tetsuya

Aomine sighed in frustration while the purple haired giant popped his bubble gum loudly. Kise wailed like a kid, and Midorima scoffed, all the while Akashi crumpled the paper in his hand.

Chucking the parchment over his shoulder, he gathered the rest around him as to order to them around. They all were worried in their own way, but one common emotion they all held was that of ire and impatience.

"We're going to find Tetsuya, because no matter what he's ours, despite him having claim over our property."

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"We'll have to see about that, now won't we?"

– End Prologue –

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