Immanent Design

by CAnnaliseR

Kuroko Tetsuya hates what her team has become, but she stays. For a lot of reasons, she stays. She meets some interesting people from an obscure high school called Seirin along the way, and something happens that may just bring the miracles back together, because really, they've all always had a soft spot for the small bluenette. Warnings: Fem!Kuroko, Teen Preg, AkaKuro, HyuuRiko.

1. Chapter 1

Kuroko felt sick. She couldn't believe that the boys she'd once had so much faith in could be so heartless. No, scratch that, they'd proven over the past few months that they could be, but to think they would actually make it a game to see if they could get 111 points just to match the other team's 11…she didn't want to believe it even though the evidence was right there before her eyes. She hated this, hated what they had become, what the sport she loved so much had been twisted into by the boys that had been her best friends. She felt her fists clinch at her sides as her head dropped and tears began to pour down her face without her consent. She wanted to scream, because suddenly being here was too much, the lights, the squeak of the basketball shoes, the sounds of the buzzer- everything. It was all like confirmation that everything she thought she knew had come to an end and now only these shadows of the past remained. She lifted her head as she was beginning to walk away and caught Akashi's eyes by accident. Cold, hard, heterochrome eyes widened a bit in what Kuroko could only guess was shock at the tears pouring down her face. She had never been so disappointed in anyone or anything, and at this point she didn't care if Akashi saw her tears. Let the world see them, she thought. It's not like she cried often, and a small, dark, selfish part of her wanted the boys to know she was in pain. But, instead of staying frozen there, she broke eye contact with Akashi and walked out the front doors of the gymnasium.

To say Akashi was in shock would have been an understatement. Even through the thick layers of nonchalance and control and through the barrier that had been built by the single yellow eye, Akashi felt worry and something akin to guilt pierce him through like a recently sharpened blade. Tetsuya never cried. As long as she'd been on the team, she'd never cried, not even gotten watery- eyed. And he'd certainly never ever expected to see such open disappointment written across her face. It doesn't fit her, the warmer half of him thought. But these thoughts were quickly squashed as the final buzzer rang and Teikou was announced the winner of the Winter Cup... not that there had ever really been any doubt.