Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroko no Basuke or Ouran High School Host Club or any characters from both works. They belong to Fujimaki Tadatoshi and Bisco Hatori respectively.

As people, we each have our own unique identities. They influence how our lives are run, the decisions we make, and ultimately, how we present ourselves to others.

Many people believe that once our identities are formed, they are forever set in stone. It is believed that nothing can change the very essence that makes up our souls and our lives.

After all, why would we want to change ourselves when the going is good…right?

Not all the time.

Identities, just like human nature, can define a person. But identities can also be nothing more than a façade, a false wall over the actual person trying to hide behind it. Or maybe, they are not trying to hide, but they put up a false identity in order to make others happy?

In reality, the truth of the matter is more complex than that. There are many reasons why people have identities. Some of these reasons are within the controls of the people who possess such identities. But other reasons happen beyond the person's control.

And sometimes, it has the potential to turn a person's life upside down.

Kuroko Tetsuya believes that he knows his identity from the inside out. He is just an average person, save for the unusual color of his hair and eyes. He is so average, that his presence is virtually non-existent. He is so average, that every aspect of his person, from intelligence to physical strength, are nothing remarkable.

He is so average…that people often don't remember that he existed.

To put things simply, life hasn't always been kind to Kuroko. Since the age of three, the only family he had is his grandmother, after his parents mysteriously and inexplicably disappeared from his life. When he turned eight, his grandmother fell seriously ill, and had to be hospitalized for a long period of time. When she recovered, on the doctor's advice, she moved to a studio apartment at the other side of Tokyo with a caretaker.

On the social front, Kuroko did not fare much better. Until middle school, he had only his childhood friend, Ogiwara Shigehiro, in his friends list. Not surprisingly, since virtually every other kid ran away screaming about ghosts when they saw him. Things appeared to look up when Kuroko enrolled into Teikō Middle School and joined the basketball club. His friends list expanded to include the Generation of Miracles, five basketball prodigies that brought Teikō into the spotlight of the basketball world.

However, life didn't remain tolerant of Kuroko's happiness for long. From his second year onwards, his world slowly unraveled. Kuroko watched helplessly as one by one, pride and ego stole away his friends. The Generation of Miracles became monsters, and on one fateful match, they destroyed the last remaining string that held Kuroko's life together.

The moment Kuroko saw the score, 111 – 11, and the helpless look of despair on Ogiwara's face, he knew his life was over. His soul had crumbled into a pile of ashes. The identity that he had since his birth shattered into a million pieces, never to be put together again.

From that day, Kuroko had become a shell, akin to an actual ghost. He resigned from the basketball team, and spent the remaining weeks in Teikō wandering through life like a lost soul.

Graduation became just another day for Kuroko. He didn't even remember what had transpired during that supposedly important day of a middle-schooler's life. The only thing he remembered was being dismissed after the ceremony had ended. He didn't hang around like his schoolmates, weaving through the crowd of students before stepping out through the gates for the last time.

'What do I do now?'

That is the question that sticks in Kuroko's mind throughout the entire journey back to his house. And frankly, he doesn't know. Now that he hates basketball, what does that lead him? What does the future hold for an average, virtually-invisible soul like him?

Kuroko winced. The constant thinking is just giving him a headache.

'I should focus on getting home…'

Sometimes, Kuroko wondered why he often hastened the pace to return home. With his grandmother living in the other side of the city, he is just returning to an empty house.

Oh…that's right. His home, no matter how devoid of residents besides him, provides some semblance of security for his now-broken soul. And besides, he now needs a lot of rest to give himself the strength to see the next day in.

After cutting through the streets of his neighborhood, Kuroko finally returns to his two-story house. However, just as he is about to unlock the front gate, he notices that he has some mail in his mailbox.

"Huh…it's been a while."

The first thing that crosses Kuroko's mind is whether it is another mistake delivery. The last time he received letters, which was a month ago, it turned out to be delivered by mistake, just like the previous four times before that.

Nonetheless, Kuroko opens his mailbox. Inside, sits a single letter. Pulling it out, he checks the address.

His eyes widen. It's his own address. The letter had been meant for him, with even his full name typed into the paper.

'Okay…?'

To be honest, Kuroko doesn't know what to feel about receiving a letter so out of the blue. His mind runs through many possibilities, but is unable to draw a concrete conclusion of what the letter symbolizes. The unfamiliar crest bearing an 'O' and 'R' at the top left corner of the envelope did not help things at all.

It takes a moment for Kuroko to realize that he is still standing outside of his gate, unmoving. Shaking his head, he grips the letter as he unlocks the gate, and enters his house proper.

Entering the sitting room, Kuroko slides his bag off, before sitting down. He opens the envelope, which he realizes is wax-sealed (much to his confusion), and pulls out the letter.

Tossing the envelope to one side, Kuroko begins to read.

To Kuroko Tetsuya,

It is my greatest pleasure to inform you that you have been accepted into Ouran Academy come April this year. The next three years of education at Ouran will be guaranteed to be the most fulfilling of your life.

I hope to meet you in person soon.

Warmest regards,

Chairman of Ouran Academy,

Suoh Yuzuru

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Hey everyone, welcome to my second crossover fic involving our favorite teal-headed phantom basketballer. This story came about when I got into contact with another fanfic writer, CosplayWriter99, over on . They told me to take on their story, "The Mysterious, Phantom Type", which this story is based on, as they were stopping writing.

Once again, reviews are welcome, flaming will not be tolerated.

This is SilentGhostWriter2017, have a good evening.