A/N: Okay, so I decided to go ahead and write a chapter of Kise/Kasamatsu for you guys ^_^ Once again, it's an AU okay. Kise is the son of a Noble Lord and hates it. I feel like this will turn out to be a good one if I do it right LOL. I like writing for Yukio, he's such a great character =3. Anyway this is a little taste and has no relation to my other fic (although Kise is noble in that as well Hahaha)

I don't own Kuroko No Basket

Enjoy and Review if you can ^_^

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Kise was bored. No, not bored, just tired. Tired of his family, tired of his servants, tired of all the gifts the people of the town brought as an offering to their lords. Heck, he was even tired of his own harem. Countless women at his disposal, and he was already so bored of every single one.

Of course, he would never admit to any of this. Being the only son of Lord Masanori Kise, was no simple matter. Sure he got whatever he asked for, but in the end everything was always the same.

He could ask for money to spend on his meaningless hobby of collecting rare ceramics, but his father would just insist on spending it on something more suitable for a young master, like for example, taking up calligraphy or the way of the sword.

He could ask his parents to let him go on some sort of journey to learn more about other lands, but he was sure his father would insist that their lands 'are the only lands that matter.' That's the kind of man his father was. A complete and utter control freak and he hated him.

So when Kise got bored, he got rebellious. He began sneaking off to shady underground places, sleeping with exotic women from the East. He refused to obey his mentors and shot down any of the brides his mother presented to him. And when we wasn't off somewhere, he would make it his business to stay in the room of his harem, for only he was allowed anywhere near the room.

The harem consisted of over twenty young girls from their village, and villages under their rule. He himself had never chosen a girl for his harem; they were all given as offering or gifts. The girls were all beautiful, clothed in fine silks and covered head to toe in elaborate jewels and stones. They were required by law to service him by any means necessary.

And that they did well. Kise could honestly say that he had slept with at least half of them. Most he used simply as a means of servitude, having them bring him his food and drink, or having them wash his back in his enormous marble tub. No matter what the request, they would obey.

That was where Kise was now, reclined on a large red and gold sofa with pillows half his size. He was wearing a white silk dress shirt tucked into black tights. A single gold chain hung against his chest. It was simple dress for a relaxing day.

The harem was surrounding him, pleased that he had come to see them. Well, most of them were pleased. A few girls had yet to get used to their new life here. He felt bad for them but knew there was nothing he could do. To let them go would be sending them to their death. A returned gif t from a person of his status was considered a bad omen for the family who gave the gift.

Not to say that being in the harem was all bad. He treated the women kindly, and they were free to leave the large, angelic looking, room as long as they got his permission. He even took some of them out of the estate to go into town for shopping.

"Is there anything I can do to please you today Kise-san." A beautiful girl with long red hair chimed. She had the look of someone who had given up on life in her eyes.

Kise sighed. It was all the same. "I'd rather have you get me a hot cup of tea honestly." He said forcing a smile upon his face.

The girl nodded in submission and set off for her task.

He could run away…maybe that would solve his problems! No… he thought to himself, his parents would find them. And when they did he would be under even stricter rules. Maybe he could go on vacation, or claim to be sick and demand being taken to some coastal town for healing. Of course then his mother would insist upon guard and doctors surrounding him at all times. He had no freedom, none at all.

A knock on the door startled the blonde out of his thoughts. He rose, snaking through the group of women and opened the larger than necessary gold door. His mother stood in front of him, her golden hair pulled up into a magnificent bun decorated with floral pins.

"Ryouta dear, if I may just speak with you for a moment?" She had a serious look on her face. It was times like these when she would lecture him about 'becoming a man' and 'finding a suitor for himself'. He was sure she would babble on and on about how he needs to handle his responsibilities.

Kise gave her a bright smile "Ah, of course mother, anything for you!" He followed her out to the main hall of the estate. Although it's called the Kise Estate, it looked more like a royal palace. The ceilings were high with golden chandeliers hanging from them. The walls were covered in art from across the country, and the carpet was a beautiful red color. His home was the epitome of wealth and power.

"So what did you need to talk about?"

She spun on her heels to face him. "Ryouta, don't you think it's about time you stopped playing these games with your father?"

Kise gave her an innocent look. "Games, I'm not sure what you mean?"

She folded her arms across her chest and gave him a sour look. "Don't Ryouta, I am not in the mood."

"Mom, I can't stand the way he tries to control everything I do! I want to do what I want, when I want!"

"Those sound like childish things to me."

Kise bit his bottom lip. "I sick of all this, sick of the same thing day in and day out!"

"Take up a hobby."

"I've had like ten, and none of them were to your liking. I want to experience something new, something that I could never imagine in my entire life!"

"Like marriage," She snapped glaring.

"No mom! I-"

"I don't know how many fine young ladies I've brought here for you! Yet, you turn them all down with ridiculous excuses and choose to run to some whore house to get your kicks! That's not how I raised you son!"

"You barely raised me at all!" he barked back throwing his hands into the air.

She smacked him across the face. "Don't you ever raise your voice like that to me again, understand?"

He turned away, holding his sore cheek.

"One month." She said pointing at him. "You have one month to find your own bride, and if you don't, you're father and I will choose for you. That is the extent of your freedom. "

He watched her under his bangs as she walked off. "And go to your lessons with your instructors Ryouta, or there will be consequences."

Kise cursed under his breath as he pulled on a burnt orange cape, complete with a hood. He had to get some fresh air. If he stayed here any longer he would go crazy. Sneaking out of the estate at this hour in the night wouldn't be easy for most people. But to him, it was another walk in the park. He already knew the routes of all the guards. He would slip past them and head to town. He needed a hard drink and girl to ease his frustration.

He pinned his hair up away from his face and put on a pair of black rimmed glasses. He did this so that people would not know his identity. Who knows what his father would do if people found out what he was doing. It wasn't the best disguise, but considering the places he went to where the people were drunk off their asses, his true self would stay hidden.

He carried only a little bit of money and a small dagger he hid in the seams of his cape.

It took all of ten minutes for him to make his way out unspotted, although he did come close when a guard stopped to admire the stars in the sky, barely missing the brush of blonde that passed over the wall separating their home from the village.

Day time in the village was beautiful. Vendors all throughout the street selling colorful foods and handmade crafts. Day time smelt like fresh bread and pastries.

Night life however, was a completely different story. When the sun went down, the red lanterns came on. And almost immediately you could see people trickle into the streets. Most were prostitutes but there were also a lot of gamblers and other shady characters. Women would give Kise a 'come hither' look, licking their lips in an attempt to get his attention. Even with the disguise, he was quite attractive.

Kise would simply smirk at them and move on. He wouldn't take the chance with girls like these. He would go to his favorite place in town: Teikou.

Teikou was a night club owned by a group of Kise's associates. It was a club that catered to men, supplying them with the finest women from around the world. It was a place of unpredictable beauty. THAT, he loved. In fact, he loved the whole night time experience. One could never guess what would happen and when. It was exciting,

Kise smiled to himself. "I can't wait to—umf" he muttered bumping into a figure. He fell on his butt catching himself on his hands. "Hey hey, watch out!" he yelled

"Uh." The person turned to him. It was a small boy, maybe his on age he couldn't tell, with a tussle of black hair and icy grey eyes. He had a stern expression on his face. "you're the one who should watch where you're going." The boy was carrying a large basket full of what looked to be an assortment of bread. He was wearing a blue apron over a dirty white shirt and loose grey pants.

"You could at least apologize!" Kise spat rubbing his back-side as he stood up.

"Apologize? The fuck would I do that for?" the boy glared, Kise wasn't sure if he was pissed or if that was just his normal expression. "Look Blondie I don't have time to argue with you, I have things to do." The boy walked behind the building they had been in front of.

Kise examined the wooden sign on the front. "Kaijou Bakery? I've never even heard of this place." He pressed his face against the cool glass of the front window, peeking in to see the store. It was a nice little shop covered in shelves upon shelves of desserts, mainly loaves of bread and rolls.

He watched as the boy from before entered the room with the basket, leaving them in section next to a big display of French bread. Kise's stomach rumbled. " Ahhhh that looks so good!" he whined. An idea popped into his head as he tapped on the glass, startling the boy inside.

The black haired boy approached the window. He pointed over to the closed sign.

Kise pouted, tapping again.

"We're closed!" the boy said muffled by the glass.

Kise reached into his pocket pulling out a copper coin. He smiled holding it against the glass.

"I said no!" the boy pounded his fist on the glass. Kise jerked up.

This kid had some serious issues, he could tell. But once Kise set his mind to something, there was very few who could stop him.

Persistently, Kise knocked on the glass. He could tell the boy was getting furious as he clenched his fist.

Finally sick of the sound, the boy opened the door. "What the hell do you want?" he yelled as Kise let himself in.

"Wow! I've never seen such fluffy looking muffins before!" he exclaimed rushing straight over to a tray of large English muffins. "They all smell so good."

"Hey, who said you can come in here?"

Kise made his way to a nicely decorated bunt cake. "And this smells good to! It's all so cute."

The boy furrowed his brows. "I will call the police if you don't get out of here buddy."

"Eh!? But I wanna buy something." Kise held out a few copper coins.

"You're money isn't worth anything if the store is closed."

Kise forced the money into his hand. "But you work here right?! You haven't completely closed up shop so I still have a chance right?" he eyes were practically glowing. It was strange how he never once noticed this shop or ever seen this kid in his life.

"I live here idiot. It's a family run business."

Kise covered his mouth. "I'm sorry, did I wake someone up?"

"No okay, just get!" he pushed Kise toward the door. For a little guy he was strong. But Kise was stronger and resisted.

"I really wanna buy something okay. I've never been here before."

"Then come back in the morning during open hours."

"That won't do though!" he pushed passed the boy and went over to the basket that the guy had been carrying over. "Can I buy all this please?"

" ? All that?"

Kise nodded setting a mix of silver and copper coins on the counter. He then proceeded to grab and eat a chunk he tore from the bread. "Whoa, this is great!"

"I didn't say you could buy that!" the boy said snatching the basket away. "Get out now!"

Kise reached for the basket but the kid was quick and avoided him. "Hey I paid you for those."

"Then take your money back." Silver eyes frowned at him holding the basket away from Kise.

Kise smirked reaching for it as the boy turned on his heels to keep it away. "C'mon kid, I even paid you extra!" he reached around the small boy with both hands, grabbing a hold on the basket and lifting it out of the kids hands. "Got it!"

"Quit it! Give that back you little shit!"

Kise frowned. "Is that anyway to treat a customer, chibi-san"

The boy blushed reaching up for the basket and missing. "Not funny. I'm serious, I will call the police. "

"Fine, fine." Kise lied holding the basket in the boy's reach before yanking it back up again. He was dying. Watching this kid get flustered over some measly bread made his night.

Kise was thrown off balance as the boy reached again, almost getting it.

The two fell over each other, as the bread scattered across the floor. Kise laid on his back with the boy on top of him. He was lighter than he expected. "Ah, sorry!" Kise muttered looking up at the unhappy boy who staring into his eyes.

Kise smiled. "Y'know, for a boy, you have really big eyes. Like a girl." He laughed.

The boy jumped up, ignoring him and instead focusing his attention to the spilled products. "Damn..that's another four hours I'll have to spend. " he sighed.

Kise cocked his head to one side. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I have to spend another four fucking hours baking these all over again! " he screamed. Kise could make out faint tears trying to form. "GET OUT!"

Well. Kise thought adjusting his glasses. He wouldn't have felt guilty, but it was kinda his fault. And seeing a kid on the verge of tears made it worse.

Kise began picking up the pieces of bread. "Well let's clean this up and I can help you." He smiled charmingly at the boy who looked like he just wanted to punch him.

"I don't need your help!"

"But a kid shouldn't be up at all hours of the night doing chores like this."

"The hell, I'm not a kid. I'm 18."

"Whaaaaat! That makes you older than me! Hey, what's your name?"

The kid hesitated at first. "…Yukio Kasamatsu." he had a small smile on his face.

Kise grinned. "Nice to meet you my name is-"

"Kise-sama!"

The two turned to the door as a barrage of men dressed in the uniform of the guard entered. They all had their swords drawn.

"What the hell!" Yukio jumped to his feet. "Why are you guys barging in my shop?"

One of the men ran forward, grabbing on to Yukio's arm. "You're coming with us."

Kise went between them. "Hey, he didn't do anything, I was the one who ca-"

"We are under strict orders from your father to bring back anyone who you made contact with tonight." Said the guard yanking Yukio closer to him

"Why?"

"Your father believes that someone is distracting you to steer you away from your duties as heir."

Yukio eyed him with frightened eyes. "What the hell is going on? I haven't done anything! Let me go!" he struggled to pull away but was no match for the trained warriors.

"Stop it! He's innocent!" Kise yelled tossing his glasses to the floor. " Father is mistaken."

"I'm sorry young lord but those are the orders.." the guard bowed to him before jerking Yukio who was thrashing around trying to get free. Another guard took ahold of his other arm as they left through the front door.

Kise could only stand there. "No way…" he couldn't believe it. Once again his father had ruined something of his. The one time he thought he could make a friend, and his father took him away.

"Kise-sama, this way please."


The sun was high when Kise was called from his room to attend a meeting his father sat up. His eyes were tired and heavy. The only thing he could think about was the look of pure fear on Yukio's face. To be taken away from his home and family without so much as a warning, was heartbreaking. He wondered if the rest of his life would be like this.

After dressing in the flashy royal attire required he walked to the meeting hall, a large circular room on the other side of the estate.

The moment Kise walked in, he could feel the eyes on him. Not only were his parents here, but an assortment of advisers and colleagues of his fathers. His mother even had her closest ladies with her. Already, it wasn't looking good.

Kise's father locked eyes with him. He was a young man who strongly resembled Kise, but with longer and more platinum-blonde hair. His presence alone was enough to make men fall to his feet. There was something about him that was just all powerful and intimidating. Even his mother often looked uncomfortable in his presence. He was a man you did not want as your enemy. A man that had the potential to be the ruler of all lands. A man that Kise despised with all his heart. Even more so now after last night.

"Ryouta, " his father spoke hushing the room to silence. ", it seems that you have been disobeying the laws around here. "

Kise looked to the ground.

"You have sneaking off grounds to go off into the night, have you not?"

Damn. Kise should have known his mother would tell sooner or later. "Yes sir."

His father folded his arms into his white Kimono. " And it seems you have also been going to most disgraceful place to live out your erotic desires."

"Yes sir.."

Kise could hear the muttering among the people in the room.

"You…are disgusting." His father muttered loud enough for everyone to hear. "bring out that pest."

Kise gasped as a guard dragged in Yukio. He was bound behind his back. His face was covered in sweat and dirt and he looked like he had been in a fight. "Yukio!" Kise started toward him but was cut off by another guard. "Leave him alone he has nothing to do with this!" he shouted

His father smirked. "Nothing to do with this huh?" he walked over to where Kise was, towering over him. "You don't think I know what's going on in that little head of yours?"

Kise was confused. "I don't know what you mean?"

"YOU don't think I know about you and that piece of trash fucking around while we're all sleep!" he was in Kise's face now.

.Hell. His father thought he was gay? "Dad no, I'm not-"

"First you refuse to make your own harem then you turn away any women your mother chooses as a bride. Now I find out your doing who knows what with a baker's son!"

"I'm not gay!" Kise yelled "I was just bu-"

"Don't give me your excuses. Either way this will be a hassle if it gets out. We'll have to take care of this boy. " he said gesturing over to Yukio.

"NO!" Kise ran passed his father and stood beside Yukio, who had tears streaming from his eyes. "I won't let you kill an innocent person."

His father let out a loud laugh. "You think I'm going to kill him? Oh no my son, he's your problem now. I'm simply giving him to you. He shall be living here from now on unpermitted to leave the grounds under any circumstance. You two can do as you please as long as it doesn't leave this house. And if I ever find him causing trouble, he's to be put to death."

Yukio gasped. "I can't stay here! My mother is-"

"Your family has been sent letters regarding your new job here as my son's personal chef. Which isn't a lie; you will be doing more than spreading your legs around here."

"No, please, my lord-"

"Don't speak in my presence. You have caused me much shame. You can thank my wife for your life child. I had planned on killing you immediately."

Kise's eyes roamed to his mother. She showed no expression on her face. Perhaps this was her way of apologizing for telling his dad about everything.

Yukio's restraints were cut and he collapsed onto his knees, crying furiously into his hands. Kise could feel a knot in his throat.

He hated his father, hated his mother, and hated himself.


Preview:

Yukio is forced into Kise's harem, locked away from the outside world. He's scared and refuses to speak to Kise who he blames for his current situation.

What will Kise do to comfort him and let him know that he's not alone.

Chapter 2 : Alone