Kuroko's Puppet Show
Ch 1
Kuroko flinches the moment the cool sharp metal made undesirable contact with his finger and hissed. He dropped the piece of flesh coloured fabric on his lap and placed his bleeding finger near his lips and sucked. Grabbing the needles container, he placed the needle he had back inside. He grabs a bandage with his other hand from the box placed near him in arm's length, since he constantly needed it. Currently, Kuroko had five bandages stuck on his slim fingers, he's eyebrows furrow staring at them. He peels off the bandage open and pasted another on his now disinfected finger, now he had six bandages. He sighs and starts to continue his work again; he grabs the cloth on his lap and the needle from its container. As he was about to stitch the puppet's head to its body, he flinches again, gaining another unwanted injury, not cause of clumsiness, but cause of the sudden vibrating sound next to him.
He sighs and growing tired of putting back the needle he instead sticks it to the puppet's head, piercing its dark blue strings, made to look like hair. He grabs his phone and read the name on the screen, making a more displeased face. He sighs again, flips his light blue phone open and places it to his ear.
"Yes? Aomine-kun?" Kuroko answered his phone, thinking he could continue his stitching he uses his shoulder to stick his phone to his ear. Pulling the needle from the puppet's head his caller starts to talk. "Yo, Tetsu~! *hic* sowwy… were *hic* you sleeping? *hic*" Kuroko had the urge to quickly drop the call but knowing Aomine, especially in a drunken state, he would most likely try to drop by Kuroko's apartment and persistently ask why Kuroko suddenly dropped the call. "No…" Kuroko answered honestly, continuing his stitching, a little rougher that it originally was. "*hic* gwood… ahaha… haaha" Aomine giggled for no reason, slowly decreasing the shadow's patience. "Aomine-kun, do you need anything from me?" Kuroko asked. There was a pause from the other line for a minute. "Aomine-kun?" Kuroko reassured he was still awake, "Yeah?" Aomine replied. Kuroko sighs, before he could ask again though, there was a mumbling sound from Aomine's side. "Aomine-kun?" he called again. "…tw…twe…tetsu… you're…*hic*….like you" Aomine mumbled clearer. "Aomine-kun… Go home" Kuroko said coldly and shut his phone close.
He has had it. It had to end. At first he thought it was a mere admiration, for his teammates to look up to him despite not being physically strong as them and still being able to play matches with them. He thought it was mere friendship and bonds of being light and shadow, understanding each other in order to defeat their rivals. He thought it was acknowledgement, when he finally succeeded to be recognized by his rivals. He wasn't expecting those stares, those small actions of physical intimacy, wiping away a smudge of food from his lips or massaging his body after a match, those blushes when they felt awkward or embarrassed and those smiles that they showed when the continued to fall for him. They weren't in the wrong, he knew that. He knew they tried to stop what they felt as well, ignored him for a moment and tried to look for another person to have affections for. So he let them be. He thought to himself 'It won't last long…' And he was so wrong.
They gave up, one by one. They gave in to what they felt. During their high school days, at least one of them would coincidently, as they state, bump into him and his light. He acts the same. His light grew more close and protective of him, must be thinking he owned Kuroko since they were in the same team, he had the most advantage. Kuroko would always keep quiet whenever his light would start an argument with the coincidently there, ex-teammate of his. He let them be.
He acted normal, completely the same, knowing well how they felt, and how each of his actions would stir them up. How his honest statements of his views would make their hearts skip a beat and realize their own feelings. He was just acting as himself, he didn't feel at fault. He didn't think what they felt for him was wrong either; he just… can't stand it anymore. If the feelings we're being carefully shown to him during high school then after graduation those feelings were now being more constantly and forcefully pierced inside him.
He shivered remembering the most recent incident where Murasakibara had asked him to visit his cake shop and help him bake. The taller male accidentally, as he explained, spilled an entire bowl of whip cream on Kuroko. When Kuroko tried to wipe of the whip cream off of his face with his hand, he instinctively licked the cream from his hand, when he turned to face Murasakibara though, his sky blue eyes grew bigger as Murasakibara's face grew redder. When he asked what was wrong, the purple haired only ran away, worried he followed him and was able to see the taller male stagger his way to the bathroom. Kuroko left after that, leaving a letter that he had to go back to work, a lie.
Kuroko sighs and continues to stitch the puppet. After a few minutes, he inserts his hand in the puppet's body, perfect fit. He smiles and places the puppet with the others. He cleans up the sewing kits and bandages and readies his bag for tomorrow's show, placing the puppets and props inside. As much as he wanted to straight out reject the Generation of Miracles plus Kagami, bluntly to get it all over with. He pitied them. The way they loved we're all sweet and gentle, anyone would be lucky to receive their affections. Kuroko sighs; his bed creaks as he sat on it. He lays down, placing the back of his hand on his forehand, the other hand on his stomach. He stares at the ceiling, whispering…. I'm sorry… I thought I could like one of you… but… now that I've found someone… I….
Author: hmmm… what do you think =_=; Sorry for grammar errors, spelling errors, misused words and crappy start~ aha~