I feel like an utter badass writing about the hunks of Akita. I can't stomach the fact that I've made a - somewhat - sci fi fanfic. Especially based on Himuro. Can someone punch me? Fair warning to all, this does not involve anything extensively magical. Sure, unrealistic things happen in this story. But this very much revolves around...erm...love.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroko no Basuke. Period. Nor the cover of this story. Another period.


Prologue

Kindness is an uncommon thing in my life. I've never done an act out of pure, sacrificial kindness. Never even helped an old lady cross the street. Never helped Mom with the groceries. The word kindness is pragmatically foreign on my tongue and I have to roll it a few times to actually get used to it. The meaning behind kindness is more cryptic than the word itself. I can never seem to get a firm grip of its alleged profound philosophical meaning. I've seen people being kind before, sure – just look at my parents. They're basically God's gift to humanity. My sisters are the by-product of God's gifts. Me? I'm the black sheep, the devil's spawn sent to Earth for whatever she may please. My family has never gotten ahold of me, never tried to discipline me, to fully annihilate the devil within me that threatened to do the wrong – figuratively speaking. Or not.

I guess I am not human – humane more preferably, but I figure you'll get it if I used the former word – enough to understand the meaning of kindness. I'm too selfish, too naïve to ever understand it.