Lost & Found

Kuroko no Basket Fan-fiction

Prologue

Part 1: Preparation

Like any other sunny Saturday morning most students took the opportunity of the weekend to sleep in and do absolutely nothing, some would later prepare for a date or some sort of activity planned with friends. At the Kuroko household two teens were part of the few that didn't indulge their lazy side by sleeping till noon. Instead they had both gotten up around nine, still sleeping in compared to their morning routine during the weekend. The adults of the house weren't in sigh as they had vacated before the two woke.

"Tetsuya," Hisao called out over his shoulder as he started to dry of his hands. "Tetsuya, are you ready?" He tossed the used paper towel in the trash can and turned away from the kitchen.

Kuroko Hisao was rather average for a teen going into their third year of middle school, he wasn't short or tall, he had a slim-lean build. He had pale hair and ivory skin. He was similar to a ghost, he seemed nearly transparent. He was wearing a smoky gray jumper and black jeans that made him look nearly drained of color if it weren't for his frosty blue eyes.

"Tetsu-oh," As he turned into the hallway, heading for the front door he nearly tripped over his cousin.

Tetsuya looked up at Hisao, in the midst of trying his shoes.

Kuroko Tetsuya was a lot like his cousin, easily overlooked almost as if he had no presence. He was shorter than Hisao, but not by much, and had the same icy blue eyes. Tetsuya had a slim build and frosty blue hair. He wore tan cargo shorts and a white polo with a blue collar.

"Are you ready?" Hisao questioned as he simply slipped on his shoes and set the strap of the duffle bag on his shoulder.

"Yes," Tetsuya answered in a soft apathetic tone devoid of any emotion. His blue eyes stared at Hisao over intently, his expression as stoic as his voice.

"Alright then, so let's get going," Hisao stated moving towards the door.

Tetsuya locked the door on their way out before they started down the street. They went to the nearest bus stop, waiting for the transit bus to assist them to reach their destination at a quicker time. There weren't very many using the bus this early, or late for those who had work in the morning.

Their destination was Teikou Jr. High. It was the school Tetsuya attended and the one Hisao was transferring into. Usually Tetsuya would dress in his uniform, however after Hisao turned in the last bit of his transfer papers they had other plans for the day. Sure he could still wear his uniform for it but in the end Tetsuya still chose not to.

"You can wait at the gate," Hisao stated as he handed over the duffle bag the moment he took the orange envelope from the bag, "I won't be long."

Tetsuya silently nodded his head and watched his cousin head towards the front door.

Ten minutes passed before Hisao started to come out of the front doors. Although Tetsuya wasn't easy to spot Hisao could almost always locate his cousin. The main reason was because Hisao had grown up with it, not just Tetsuya, but his own father had a lack of aura and not to mention the fact that the man always tried his best to try and sneak up on his son and nephew. It was like Hisao's father enjoyed startling others.

"Okay, Tetsuya, we can go now," Hisao announced as he approached the blue haired boy.

Hisao slowed down as it seemed Tetsuya was speaking with another who was out of sight. Hesitantly Hisao neared, unsure if it would be alright to step in on this conversation.

"…Practice game on Monday, don't forget it," The voice belonged to a male, it was cool and calm.

"I won't," Tetsuya replied voice as neutral as ever.

Hisao often had a calm mask and his tone hardly held much emotion, but in comparison Hisao might as well have been an open book. Tetsuya always seemed serious even at home. Of course Tetsuya's personality was completely conditioned, though Hisao wasn't entirely sure of the reason. He could hardly understand how his own personality developed. Well the obvious answer was environment, life, and thought process.

"…I'll see you Monday then," The red haired teen that was speaking to Tetsuya looked to Hisao as he joined his cousin's side. He had a sharp look to him, like his red eyes could read people and humble them just by staring. The lift to his chin gave the impression of arrogance.

"Have a nice weekend, Akashi-kun," Tetsuya responded turning to Hisao once 'Akashi' entered the school.

Hisao held his hand out for the bag but Tetsuya shook his head and started to walk ahead.

"What're my chances of being able to join the first string too?" Hisao decided to ask. They were heading towards their favorite park to play basketball until it was time for the movie they both agreed on seeing.

"…Unlikely…" Tetsuya said looking to Hisao.

Hisao returned the stare, "…Is that supposed to be a joke?"

The hint of a smile tugged at Tetsuya's lips.

"I don't find it very funny," He commented looking around at the street.

The basketball court was empty while the rest of the park was scarce. Tetsuya produced the basketball Hisao had packed and set the duffle bag, which was practically empty, out of the way. Hisao wasn't really dressed to play one on one, but the again neither was Tetsuya. Tetsuya was just better prepared for it.

Hisao rolled up his sleeves as he watched his cousin dribble and try a few failed attempts at free throw shots.

"All the practice you've gone through and yet you're still unable to improve your shooting accuracy…I really hope you get over that someday…"

Tetsuya looked Hisao over before attempting another shot. The ball started to swirl around the hoop and unluckily it fell outside.

This time Hisao scooped the ball up and passed it back to Tetsuya.

His accuracy is about three in ten… that is, on a good day… Hisao thought as he observed his cousin.

Over the past two years Tetsuya seemed to have exceeded with using his lack of presence. Misdirection was what he called it. Hisao probably could figure it out if he really thought about it, yet just lightly thinking about it gave Hisao a cousin. He just accepted that his cousin had mastered something about himself. Well perhaps not mastered, but he would eventually once he worked out most of the flaws. No he would continue to improve it throughout his entire basketball career -for however long he wanted-.

I really hope he doesn't end up like dad… Hisao silent hoped, recalling his childhood and always being on guard for he never knew when his father would jump out of thin air.

"Aren't you going to play to?" Tetsuya asked sending the ball back to Hisao.

"…Yeah…I was just thinking." Hisao honestly replied walking towards Tetsuya as he dribbled the ball at his hip.

The one on one game progressed up until Hisao's wrist watch started beeping at them. He had set the alarm so they wouldn't lose track on time and make the movie on time. Tetsuya scooped the basketball up and started for the duffle bag.

"That was unsatisfying," Hisao commented rolling his sleeves down.

"Sorry." Tetsuya replied dropping the ball in the bag.

Tetsuya hadn't made many shots, nor had he stopped Hisao often. Tetsuya had plenty of kinks to work out of his technique; otherwise he was pretty useless when it came to facing off an opponent one on one.

"After the movie lets go to Maji-Burger," Hisao suggested, "I'll pay for it if you buy the movie."

"Sure," He replied as they started off towards the theatre nearby.

Author's Note: Hey there, this is actually one fan fiction that I started before Passion, and well the prologue was going to be short...but I added this pre stuff (part four is my original prologue), and yeah... I've put a lot of thought into this prologue... I apologize for any mistakes

oh! and I'm working on the next part... what's Teikou's basketball coach's name? He just has had short appearances... and i'm not entirely sure they've said his name... .

Anyway, enjoy! :D

Disclaimer: This is after all a fan-fiction, so you can assume correctly I do not own KuroBas and the accuracy of the characters seeming in character will be pretty low.

Side Note: I didn't do any proofreading so again I apologize for any mistakes...