Part 1: The assembly.

Chapter 1: 1st

As his tongue skillfully played with the woman's, she moaned in an esctasy of pleasure. She held his head tightly while her body was trembling. As expected, she wanted more. However, he just wanted to end the nightmare quickly. It was such a disgusting feeling to make out with an older woman, a much older woman. As they finally parted, she looked at him with desire, and he averted his eyes as seeing her face caused a nausea to come to him.

" Shall we continue?"

She sweetly asked as her hand caressed his broad chest. But he grabbed her hand which clearly did not imply consent.

" My apologies, but five minutes have passed."

He said as he lit his cigarette. The woman seemed slightly discontent, but she sighed and paid him anyway.

" Here you go."

She said to him as she took out some money from her purse and gave it to him in which he smiled charmingly at her.

" Thank you, madam. May I see you again, perhaps?"

The words were elegant and somewhat cultured. But the person who said that was unhappy and was grimacing lightly. Then again, he concealed it well, so the woman was clueless.

" Tomorrow, then. Are you fine with that?"

" Yes, madam."

The conversation ended fast, seeing how he said all the lines he remembered by heart hurriedly and managed to get rid of his customer. After which, he stood alone in the small, dark lane and counted the money. On the other hand, though, no money could afford one's body. He knew that, but he did a similar thing anyway.

A while later, when he was sure that the woman had gone away far enough, he ran to the nearest trash can in the lane and...spitted out. He did that until he could forget the revulsion. But nobody could forget that. As he coughed out, he held the money tightly to remind himself the reason he did this. An awful feeling filled his stomach. Was it disgust? Or was it remorse? It was late at night. And everyone must have slept soundly in bed. But he had not, and nobody told him to.

It was not a few long minutes later that he decided to go home. Well, who was he kidding? He had no home, just a small, rented flat that he stayed alone in. And of course, one could never be satisfied living in a poor condition and feel great about it.

He put his hands into his pockets and stared at the sky, a blank, empty sky, like that of the void in his heart.

" The sky at night doesn't look too bad, does it?"

All of the sudden, an unfamiliar voice resonated in the cold, midnight air. He was slightly startled and looked steadily at where the sound came from which was within the darkness of the lane that he could not see.

" Who's there?"

He took out his lighter almost immediately and brightened the small area around him. As the stranger stepped closer, he managed to see a part of his face.

"Sorry dude, but my service is reserved for only women."

But the soundlessness made him realise this was not a customer. Therefore, he pointed his lighter at the stranger and exclaimed:

" I don't know who the hell you are, but the people around here know this is strictly my territory."

There was no reply.

" Hey, hey. You hear me, I don't want to make things messy, pal."

" So? Are you threatening me with a fricking lighter?"

The other person calmly questioned his empty threat which made him feel rather ashamed at how cracked he was. But he did not yield.

" I was being frigging nice, so it's fine by me if you want some fists."

The coward used a guttural sound to hide his real mellow voice, hoping the other man would be frightened and go away. But the said man was not at least intimidated.

" I'm sure scared to be punched by one girlish-faced man like you, so yeah, let's cut to the chase, OK?"

The man who was yet to stepped out of the darker area unbuttoned his coat and threw it on the ground, leaving only a T-shirt on his upper body. He stared at him and realised that he was a lot more well-built than he seemed with the cumbersome coat on. The stranger walked closer to him with an unknown intention which sent chill all over his body.

" Damn, damn, damn, he's really gonna beat the hell out of me, isn't he?"

He thought and instinctively stepped backwards, seeing a potential danger approaching him. Suddenly, somebody from behind grabbed ahold of his hands and in a split second, dislocated his left arm.

" Ahhh!"

He screamed in pain and that person for some reason released him. He strode away from the two unidentified people with his right hand held the injured arm firmly. He ran and ran until he saw the dim light radiated from the closest light pole, meaning a way out of the lane. But his hope sank as he saw the same tall person earlier blocking the exit. And he knew the remaining shorter man was chasing after him. However, he was shocked to see the person he was expecting standing right next to him. Another piercing scream escaped his mouth as he spotted the blank eyes of the unacquainted person. The mentioned man rubbed his ears and muttered:

" Hey, before saying anything, could you please stop yelling or shrieking or whatever? It's midnight. Don't you agree...?"

He halted and turned to his partner.

" I'm sorry, but what was his name again?"

And he received a terrible scowl and a relatively annoyed voice:

" Could you at least try to remember just one single person's name? It would be difficult to have a conversation where you don't know one's name."

" It was your fault for wasting time taking off your coat?"

" Oh I'm sorry because I can't stand the heat, but I wouldn't let someone flee once I managed to dislocate their arm."

" Well, he was in pain. You know I dislike making others hurt, but no, we've got to do things the hard way."

" The more efficient way, you mean?"

A quarrel was soon started. He was confused by the two people but since they clearly gave him an escape route, why should he not? When they were still too busy, he turned around and crept away. But it was not long until he was found out.

" Where are you going?"

The taller one grasped the collar of his shirt from behind and questioned. He was so scared he did not even dare to turn around.

" We're not trying to hurt you. As long as you go with us, we won't use force."

" Yeah right?"

He sarcastically blurted out. In his mind, he knew these two were one of those muggers who would not have a single care even if the target were to be a woman or a child, let alone a man like him. Well, it was not his first time.

" The money's in the left pocket. Try not to hit the face, man. It's my livelihood."

" We're being honest. If you follow us, you'll get what you want."

What the tall one said bewildered him so he timidly asked:

" What do you mean?"

The remaining person took out something from his satchel which revealed to be a document. He turned on his torch and read out loud what was written briefly:

" The only son of one of the richest household in Kanto... A celebrity at a young age of 14 until 17. Famous for the handsome, bright appearance and the extraodinary acting skill... The information is quite vague."

He then walked towards him and gazed at the lost look in his eyes:

" Your fans are going to cry if they see how lowly their idol has become, working as a gigolo, Kise Ryouta."

Kise widened his eyes. An anger appeared in his stomach and he gritted his teeth:

" I don't know what you are talking about."

His voice was quivering as he restricted himself not to hit Kuroko. Kuroko just sighed and calmly replied:

"It's fine if you don't want to talk about it. But think carefully about how deep you have fallen, Kise-kun. And think about who has ruined your whole life."

He stopped and looked at Midorima.

" Midorima-kun, you can let him go now."

The green-haired male released Kise and mumbled something about not calling him like that, not that Kuroko cared.

" Kise-kun..."

He called the blond man and met the frightful look on his face.

" You see! After all that time, you still can't shake the fear off."

Abruptly, Kise clutched Kuroko's neck and glared intensely:

" Look. I don't know who you are and what you're saying. So stop being freaking ridiculous and get the hell out of here."

He then let go and walked away from them. But the stubborn Kuroko ran after him and quickly said:

" Don't you wish to know? The truth?"

Kise stopped and turned to Kuroko.

" To know or to be left in the dark forever? To be free or to be confined? To get revenge or to suffer loss for eternity? What other choices do you have, Kise-kun?"

Kuroko softly asked. But the determination in those blue eyes was strong and immense. Kise just stayed silent, though. He looked down his feet where he could clearly see the dirt and trashes and looked at the sky where he could not reach and only saw the blurry moon and blank sky. He stared at Kuroko's face with a complex expression and walked away.

After he had left, Midorima walked to Kuroko and murmured:

" Why did you let him go?"

Kuroko just smiled at that. He looked down and above, seeing the same things Kise saw and quietly answered:

" We're not too different, don't you think?"

Midorima was speechless and shook his head slightly. He signaled Kuroko to go along with him. On the way to get the car, Kuroko looked over to Midorima and asked:

" Who's the next one?"

" Why ask?"

" Well... I just hope he or she is easy to be persuaded like Kise-kun."

Kise returned to his workplace the following day. He stared at the lane for a long time and went away. And he never looked back.

End chapter 1.