Summary: To act like a millionaire was already a challenge, but as a girl to the boot?! But, it was the only way to reach his goal…
Current arc: Introducing the characters…
Main Pairings: There is no main pairing, everyone stands a chance if the story lean to their favor. No restriction and no bias.
Extra Note: This story might even continue after the end of the reality program.
*tsuki no akari ga boku o tsutsunde, narihi-* *Click!* ''Stop! Stop! Stop!'' Accompanying the voice, a sound of a folded book being slapped on one's hand resounds its way to the whole room, stopping every dancer from doing their next move.
Don't tell me it was him again…? Adjusting his glasses back to the way he is most comfortable with, he stretches his waist, casually, knowing fully that this pause that had occur for already the 20th time for today was not his problem.
Again…?! Just how many does it make for the day? 19? 20? Covering his yawning mouth to prevent anyone from knowing his tiredness, moving his hands up to give his eyes a rub, naturally, he whistles.
Eyeing a certain boy, who had stopped his movements like the others in the room, the coach moves closer, the sound of the book being slapped on the palms had just gotten even louder any second.
Seeing the coach, who is coming closer to their direction and by looking at the face the coach is making, automatically they scoot to make way, turning their eyes towards a certain boy, who had a face of spacing off.
Without even realizing the sound of the creaking floor and the slapping book closing in, he continue to space off until the coach reached where he is, making another slap on his palm, and that's when he escape from his spacing.
Out from his own trance, the first thing he notice was all eyes were on him and that includes the eye of the coach. Automatically, he manages a bow… ''Kasamatsu-san? What's the matter?''
Without a single speck of second, the angry face that Kasamatsu had had turn to a face of defeat. As if giving up or more like giving up on this boy, who is standing in-front of him, he… ''Kuroko Tetsuya, do you know how much mistake you make already…?''
And just before Kuroko could make his respond, Kasamatsu raises his hand that is grabbing the book… ''If you are just making mistake, then I think it's better for you to be off, you are disrupting other's progress.''
He doesn't know if he heard it wrong, but wrong or right the only thing he could do is to only apologize to the coach and to the others, turning back to the coach, he continues his apologies, asking for another chance.
''No! It's been your 20th time already, so you, Kuroko Tetsuya, better be off and don't come back in anymore for the day.''
Eh?! No way… Couldn't even comprehend what he just heard, he… ''Kasamatsu-san, just this one time, okay…? I promise I won't made any more mistakes, just this once, okay…?''
Feeling the tug on his shirt, Kasamatsu turns to reject Kuroko's request and without even caring about Kuroko any longer, he walks off but all of a sudden, numerous gasps and yelp could be heard.
What is going on…? Curiosity filled his heart and mind, he turns and he too had gasp. Before him, Kuroko had lay flat on the floor, not even moving a single bit. Realizing the seriousness, Kasamatsu quickly scoop Kuroko up, after telling the other trainees to continue, he heads to the infirmary.
Waking up finding that he is in a dark room was a thing of the norm, but it was the room that made him questioned what had happened, but this was yet something trivial by hearing voices, coming from the slight gap the door left.
''Hmm… although it was such a pity for him to go, but in this case, once he had gotten better, it was the best to make him quit.''
''Hai. Hai. Akashi-shacho, I will make sure about his leave, so rest assured.''
Clenching his teeth, not for his fate, but for the voice of the 'Akashi-shacho' that had just entered his ears. Gripping his fist alongside with the blankets, he tries his best to not rush out and strangle the hell out of this 'Akashi-shacho.''
In the middle of still trying to restrain himself, all of a sudden the door swings aside, letting the lights from outside, illuminate the dark room. Just before he could lie down, faking asleep, Kasamatsu enters his vision.
''Ah… I can see you are awake, eh…?'' As he was saying, he pushes on the switch to brighten the whole room.
''Hai, as you can see, Kasamatsu-san, I am awake, so should I continue the practice tomorrow?''
Managing a sigh and by feeling pity for Kuroko, he… ''You should just rest and don't come to practice tomorrow, just rest, okay…?''
''Then, when am I supposed to return to practice?''
''Just rest.'' Just when his index finger was about to touch the switch…
''I won't be returning any more right? Tell me I am wrong?'' A foolish question, even though he had known the answers.
Turning his eyes away from the stares that Kuroko is giving him, Kasamatsu… ''Yeah, after you had fully recovered, we will officially end the contract.''
Such harsh and cold words, said without a single speck of empathy. Guess this is it, eh…? Is what he thinks, but he had to know why. ''Why…?''
''You had no talent in every single aspect, no matter when comes to dancing, singing, acting or even as a comedian. This does makes me wonder just how did you enter this company or how did you pass the audition in the first place?''
Seeing that Kuroko is still remaining his silent, Kasamatsu… ''So, it's better for you to quit than staying here, wasting the time of those who had actual talent.''
As if this is what he wanted to say in the first place, without even caring Kuroko any longer, he left the room, leaving the lights on, leaving the helpless man.
With the clicking sound of the door, signifying the closing of the door, all Kuroko felt now was everything that he did had somehow gotten flushed away. As merciless as it was, it couldn't compare it to the tears of emptiness that is currently flowing from his eyes. It was suffocating, the hatred in him suffocates him, but at the moment, he couldn't care less anymore, thinking that he was better off dying by suffocating just by thinking that he couldn't even do anything towards that ''Akashi-shacho''.
Yeah, the tears is suffocating him, but it was as if a cruel joke by the gods, he was not dying, but instead he is suffering until finally the drowsiness overtakes him.
Sitting in-front of a long table, he faces the flashes of cameras as well as the jumble of mic in-front of him, all labeled with different names on it. Sitting beside him was no other than Akashi-shacho, who is replying every single question coming from the reporters.
Although remaining his usual deadpanned face, but during the whole event, he had shift his eyes to look at Akashi-shacho. No matter how many times, the feeling of loathing and hatred filled his mind. Looking at the old and wrinkled face of this Akashi-shacho, smiling so naturally in-front of the public was enough to make him throw up.
''Yeah, it sure was a pity to lose him even though he had make his appearance on a survival show. During his time on the show, I had actually see his potential, but to think he had sickness. It certainly was a pity.''
''May I know what sickness did Kuroko Tetsuya is having?''
''Yeah, I would like to know to…''
''Did he perhaps have any chance to return?''
Presenting his best smile, Akashi-shacho… ''After going through the medic, we have actually found out the reason of his constant fainting during practice, it was stated that his body was slow to produce enough blood for his daily activities and due to his health, we decided to end his contract.''
As if everything had been settled, Akashi-shacho stood from his seat, going to where Kuroko is and before he hugs him farewell, he… ''I HOPE YOU ALL THE BEST!''
Blame himself for not making any preparation for the action of Akashi-shacho, in which had resulted himself being touch by the president, couldn't even tolerate the touch that had been given, he instinctively pushes the president away, but he failed.
Due to his head had been covered from all the cameras and eyes by Kuroko's head, he… ''Kuroko-kun, it is better that you don't try anything that will cause harm for both of us.''
Gripping his fist and clenching his teeth, he… ''Do you really think I will care about that…?''
''Oh, I know you won't. If you didn't care, you would have try to expose me during your time in my company or am I at fault?'' Seeing that he had got no reply, he… ''So, let's end this with peace, okay? Since you have no proof or whatsoever, it's better for you to vanish quietly.''
AKASHI SEIJI…! Was all he wanted to screamed out for the very moment, but Akashi Seiji was right, without any proof, without a single back-up, there is no way he could touch even a single hair of Akashi Seiji. Forcing himself to calm down, he forced himself to return the hug, while managing a slight smile.
And due to his usual calm demeanor, no one had actually notice the wrath he is in. Instead of noticing his wrath, the touching scenes of Kuroko Tetsuya and Akashi Seiji's separation had become the headline.
In which had known throughout the nation, inflicting the tears of his many fans and at the day that he is leaving the company, by taking one last look towards the company, in his heart, the boiling rage will never dies.
''Tetsuya, be a good boy and just stay here, we will be back soon.'' Said a women, who had the same features of Kuroko.
''Erm… Tetsu. Just stay here and don't come out, am I clear…?'' Said a man, who is squatting down to balance his level of vision as the same as Kuroko.
''Mmm. Kuroko will stay here, so be quick. Mama. Papa.'' And thus, a smile could be seen from the face of his parents, but his vision had quickly turns into flaring yellow, orange and red… *BOOM!*
Snapping his eyes open, with the speed of lighting, he sat up, his whole body all covered by sweat. Looking around, he found out that he is still in his room, shared with his brothers, all still fast asleep.
Looking at the peaceful sleeping face of theirs and listening to their smooth breathings, sometimes he envied them for being able to sleep with such tranquility each, every night, unlike him, who had been haunted by nightmares and nightmares.
Wouldn't be able to sleep any longer, he turns his waist and when his legs had reach the floor, he pushes himself up, slowly trying not to step onto the ones sleeping on the floor, he crept out from the room.
Wanting to prevent the door from creaking, slowly and softly he shuts the door, turning away from the door, he started towards the stairs just to find out that the lights are still on. Thinking that maybe the caretaker is still up, he goes down and there the caretaker was.
''Ah! Tetsu-chan. Still not asleep yet…?''
Managing a slight smile, he… ''Mmm… I think I've had enough sleep, Miro-san.''
''Nonsense, there will never be enough sleep for youths.'' Replied Miro, the caretaker.
''What are you doing when it was already so late?'' Decides to brush the sleeping business off, Kuroko noticed some dough, half-kneaded.
''Ah… I was just thinking about preparing some pies for keeping since the bread that I baked is almost finished. So, I think it was better for you to go back up and sleep. Nah! Drink this, it will help.'' And a glass of warm milk had been presented for him.
''Well… thank you, Miro-san.'' Grabbing the glass of milk, he drinks it in one big gulp and once placing the glass down, he… ''But, since I had saw that you are busy, I might as well help out.''
''Mah… Mah… You don't have to…''
Ignoring the words of the caretaker, he starts to roll his sleeve, walking into the kitchen and before he starts, he… ''I am helping, so please guide me, Miro-san.''
''You don't have to help, it's better for you to rest up, okay…?''
''Miro-san, you should be the one that is needing the rest, for a person in the age of 64, is the one that should rest more, so let's finish this quickly, so we both can go to sleep early, okay?'' Maybe she had finally gotten moved by Kuroko's kindness as well as stubbornness, she gave in.
''This mouth of yours surely knows how to utilize words. Or maybe it was due to me getting old that I won't be able to persuade you anymore.''
''Who knows…? Maybe it was due to me learning it from you…? Haha!''
By looking at his chuckles, even for Miro-san, she couldn't help but to realize a certain warmth coming from her heart, a parental sort of warmth, flowing inside of her. Going back to her dough, she sincerely, from the bottom of her heart, wishes that this smile will stay, unlike the first time she had met him by the door, shaking from fear.
She remembers she was 52 and little Kuroko, when asked is at the age of 8 after finally coming out from his fears. At first she had not known how to deal with Kuroko, who had the same facial expression for the majority things, but at that moment, she certainly feels fear and loneliness surging from his whole being.
No matter what they tried, like asking he if wants to eat or even when the kids are trying to get him to play, he will always struggle out and be back to the very corner, blocking everything out until sometimes, out of the blue, in the midnight, his screams could be heard, resounding the whole house.
And the screams just goes on every night until later on she found out he had nightmares and not only the nightmares that will trigger his screams, sometimes the flicker of the fire from the stove or anything fire related, like fireworks will make him scream, too.
It was not until later that she found out that Kuroko was actually a pretty intelligent boy or more like sharp with his surroundings. After finding out that he is a hassle to everyone at night with his screams, he had actually try and forces himself to not sleep at all, even though it was just a small nap.
When the time had come for meals, Kuroko would forces his weak body, in which had suffered from lack of sleep and rest for continuous nights and days. The reason for his shift is because he knows when it comes to meals, cooking won't leave and cooking needs fire.
And that's how Kuroko had lived his live like a living ghoul. Weak, skinny, baggy-eyes and blood-shot eyes were his features at that time, constantly living under the shadows, not even willing to expose himself in the brilliant world, until one day his body couldn't take it anymore and he fainted.
If he was not founded out by one of his brothers, who is playing hide and seek, he would probably have died there. Once sending him to the hospital, there is when, he had started to open-up with the help of Miro-san and a psychologist.
So, basically instead of living his live in the foster home, majority of his childhood had been spent in the hospital and little by little, he helps himself to brings himself out from his own cage and by the time his state had stabilize, he was already 15.
Discharged from the hospital, and once going back to the foster home, he begins to face his two biggest fears by himself. Through the hospital's education, he had actually gotten the permission to enter the local middle school to the high school and finally, he graduated.
Just to see the difference between the 8-year-old him and the 20-year-old him, who had the ability to smile and chuckle was enough to make her want to cry out of relief.
''What's wrong, Miro-san…? Why are you crying…?''
''Eh?'' With the words from Kuroko, she had quickly wipe her tears away. ''Maybe it was due to the flour, it's nothing, Tetsu-chan.'' Wanting to brush off the topic, she turns to the oven. ''Tetsu-chan, bring me the pies, it's time for the baking.''
In which Kuroko had comply and when the pies reaches her hands, Kuroko stretches out to wipe away the tears. With a smile plastered on him… ''Now we are done, Miro-san.''
Turning away, he walks back to the counters, grabbing a table cloth, he started to wipe the flours, left on the counters. Looking at him, Miro-san had presses her lips together, while trying to handle her tears from flowing, she sincerely wishes no more harm will be done on this boy anymore.
Placing the pie into the oven and while she is waiting for it, Kuroko had then came to her, announcing to her that the counter had been cleaned as well as the utensils. Grabbing on her hands, before returning to the bedroom, he wishes her goodnight.
''Umm… Yummy! Miro-san, it was so delicious…!'' exclaimed the one that sitting right beside Kuroko, whose name is Himuro Tatsuya.
''Well… hope you liked it. By the way, it was Kuroko that assist me on baking this pie, you know.''
''Really?'' This time, it was not just Himuro, another boy who is sitting opposite from Kuroko had also joined in.
''Hai. Hai. Kazu-chan. Tatsu-chan. He helped me when you are all asleep last night.''
''Wooow! Okay, I officially appoint you as the main chef of our household from today.'' Like an active monkey, Kazu-chan had sprang up to the chair, pointing at Kuroko with his index finger.
''Calm down, Takao.''
Feeling real lazy to even care about Takao, he excused himself, ignoring the protesting of Takao from his back, he walks towards the door. Stepping out from the door, he continued his way to his left and finally coming down from a fleet of stairs, coming to a stop, he stretches himself while looking at the sun.
Breathing in the morning fresh air and automatically, he inserts his hands into his pockets and what he brought out was a ring, its shines had been blurred by soot and on top of it, although blurred, an initial could be seen. K.K.
Looking at the ring, and by thinking of the family that he had right now, he is currently being thrown into a cross-road of decisions. Should I let it go…? Or not…?
A/N: Hello, for those who had finished this first chapter. This is my second fanfic and as I mentioned there is no main pairing, so everyone stood a chance.
So, who do you want me to introduce next? Just among the GOM and Kagami, okay…
If there is any question, you may ask through leaving reviews.
The lyrics from the start was from Kradness – Wave. Try it out, it was good.
Welp, SIGNING OUT…!