Disclaimers: I do not own Kuroko no Basket
Warning: Multiple personality disorder, slightly disturbing, slightly dark!Kuroko, OOC.
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The Other Voice
Chapter One
The First Miracle
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"That goal… was to achieve this?"
Kuroko couldn't unlatch his eyes from the score board.
111 – 11
Shifting his gaze, he found him. Ogiwara Shigehiro. His precious childhood friend. His first friend in basketball.
He parted his lips, trying to call out his friend. But he felt his voice gone when he saw Ogiwara's face. His eyes. Betrayed, disappointed, shocked - broken. Without any words Kuroko could practically hear the boy's questions along with the pain lacing each word,
'Why? Kuroko, Why?'
I don't know
'Are we really not worth it?'
No. You're worth it, Ogiwara-kun. Every one of your team.
But they didn't think so. And Kuroko knew it very well.
He saw Ogiwara as he turned away from his gaze, away from the eyes of the audience, from the eyes of his school's supporter. Away from the eyes of those monsters.
Kuroko felt the stung in his eyes. With a blurry vision Kuroko eyed his teammates – his friends. Akashi's back caught his sight and he tried to reach upon him. He wanted to ask him. He wanted him to explain why would he do - that?
Akashi – and the others – just broke his and Ogiwara's promise. And he could practically feel it shatter as Generation of Miracles stomped upon it, as they crushed it under their selfish feet.
Kuroko felt his body shook. His legs suddenly became weak and wobbly until they almost failed to support his body. He swallowed an incoming sob as his eyes betrayed him with the flow of tears streaming down his cheeks.
And after years of being strong, he cried.
Even after he arrived at his house, he sat down on his bed and the pain in his heart - and head - wouldn't go away, along with the words from his teammates.
"You don't care when the opponent has nothing to do with you."
"It'll be boring if you keep scoring…"
"To play seriously even though they're much weaker than us… That's really boring."
"It's just that they were really too weak."
And once again his childhood friend's brokenshockedcrushed expression appeared in his head. Kuroko gritted his teeth, clenched his fist as incoherent noises come out of his throat.
What is winning?
He thought as sleep came slowly upon him.
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That night Kuroko had nightmare.
The horrifying – traumatizing match was replayed. The only difference was that he also played in the game.
Ogiwara would walk over to him, who was standing there in front of the score board, away from his friends who were lamely celebrating their third National championship. The orange-head shook his shoulders weakly, hands still trembling.
Why?
Kuroko would stay silent. His aquamarine eyes were fixed upon his (suffering) childhood friend.
Why didn't you stop them?
The question felt like a sharp knife to his heart. He knew his team would have something in mind for the final match, something that was better served cold and merciless. He should've known, he should've guessed. He could've prevented it.
But he didn't.
He saw his friend walked away from him, and with a last glance, Ogiwara stared at him in the eyes. Disappointment. Ogiwara was disappointed in him.
Kuroko fell to his knees, suddenly felt them become weak. Tears poured down from his eyes. He clutched his head as a sudden shot of pain pierced his brain. It seemed like he forgot that injury the evil twins caused. Almost pulling his light blue locks, he cried on his own.
It hurts, it hurts, he'd say.
Physically, mentally, everything hurts
His vision became dark, black spots slowly filling his eyesight. He'd feel the temperature decrease drastically, and he found himself alone in the cold darkness. Kuroko raised his head, his arm now reaching towards nothing – something – anything–
Please, please
He'd beg,
Help me…
And he felt his fingertips graze something warm.
The warmth engulfed his hand, and it pulled him to stand up. Kuroko did, weakly. His blue eyes found a sudden light in the darkness. He stared, eyes squinting at the brightness, and found himself become more confused.
The somehow familiar figure before him smiled, eyes narrowing slightly.
I can help you.
Kuroko's eyes widened.
Who… are you?
But it didn't answer him.
They hurt you so much, Tetsuya. But you deserve none of it. I can make them pay for that.
Could it really?
Kuroko only wanted his friends back. He only wanted to see them laugh together in utter happiness and joy after a match they'd won with hard work. He wanted to have fun with his favorite sport.
But they crushed him. They even crushed his friend.
Ogiwara didn't deserve that. Even Kuroko thought he himself didn't deserve it. Now he felt lost, he felt useless, broken, and dead inside. He lost Aomine, he lost Ogiwara, he lost his teammates and he lost his muse, basketball.
I can bring them back for you.
Ah, so that's who it is. He almost smiled when realization hit him.
The owner of that voice was none other than his savior.
Kuroko felt himself lean into the warmth helplessly, and it embraced him protectively. It smiled. Kuroko raised his head to see the face of his savior – He gasped lightly when he stared right into his own pair of familiar aquamarines. His savior was…himself?
Don't you worry, Tetsuya.
His own voice cooed comfortingly.
Trust me, everything will be alright.
He did.
And Kuroko fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.
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A few months later.
"We're having a practice match with Kaijo high?!"
The members of Seirin basketball club stood there in utter surprise after they hear the news from their coach. Even Kuroko.
He'd joined the team more or less a week ago. Despite the team's first disbelief when finding out his title as the infamous Phantom Sixth Man of Generation of Miracles, they'd finally accepted him rather well.
The light-blue haired boy had found his new light, too. Kagami Taiga, a very fierce male with a somehow nostalgic personality; he reminded him too much of his old partner – his old light. But now everything had changed. Aomine changed most drastically.
Long before high school started, he'd swore to himself he'll beat Generation of Miracles in his own way, with his own weapon. And confidently, he believed that Kagami, along with Seirin, are the best weapon.
After telling his new light about the infamous group of geniuses, Kagami became so pumped up ever since and most likely he prayed almost every night for a match against one of the prodigies.
And today, Kagami Taiga's prayers were answered.
"How'd you get Kaijo to have a practice match with us anyway?!" Hyuuga demanded.
"Doesn't matter, right? And you guys get to play one of the Generation of Miracles, Kise Ryouta! Isn't that great?" The coach smiled, eyes filled with both joy and mischief. "And aren't you happy, Kagami-kun?"
The red head smirked. "Hell yeah I am!" excitement was clear in his reply, Kuroko noted.
But instead of being thrilled, as this could be a chance to prove his basketball to Kise-kun, Kuroko felt something negative clawing inside him. Not like a bad feeling, more like anticipation, and almost like a blood-thirst – But Kuroko dismissed the feeling, trying to focus on his coach's words.
Riko was suddenly interrupted by the squeals of girls entering the gym.
The basketball players turned their heads to look at the commotion – only to find an eye-attracting and tall – not to mention familiar – blonde standing inside the crowd.
"Kise Ryouta?!"
At that moment, Kuroko heard someone laugh in his ears, voice hushed and almost inaudible. He ignored it and focused on the familiar teen.
"Long time no see, Kise-kun."
The model's face lit up when he saw him. "Kurokocchi!" He looked at the other Seirin members, face apologetic. "And uh... Can you give me five minutes?"
After promptly taking care of the fangirls, Kise stepped forward to the gathered team who stared at him in awe.
"Why are you here?" Hyuuga asked, a bit dumb-struck.
The blonde just grinned. "After I heard our next opponent is Seirin, I remembered that Kurokocchi went here. I just want to say hi to my best friend at middle school."
Best friend
For some reason, Kuroko had a strong urge to grimace at that word. And once again, he heard a voice, words of distaste and disgust creating a disturbing melody in his hears.
"Not more than the others," He replied monotonously.
"Meany!" Kise wailed, face contorting into a (fake) sad expression, his hands playfully rubbing the non-existent tears streaming down his face.
The team interacted with him for a while, about how surprised they were when they found out about Kise's lack of experience in basketball, about how Kise admitted that he's the worst of the bunch.
But then their chit chat was interrupted by Kagami Taiga.
"Ow! What was that for?" Kise frowned, rubbing his hand which just blocked the ball rather unprepared. Kagami just threw the orange ball straight to Kise without any warnings, which angered Riko.
"Kagami!" She screeched, scolding the freshman but only to be ignored.
"Sorry to interrupt your reunion," The redhead began. "But I'm pretty sure you're not here only to say hi. How about you play with me, pretty boy?"
And play they did.
And lose Kagami did.
The lost must be quite humiliating for the redhead, Kuroko thought, Kise effortlessly copied his move and beat him till he crashed to the ground.
Kise even dared to ask him to transfer to Kaijo with him. Even adding something about the bluehead's talent is a waste in this place.
Still cocky as ever, huh.
His blue eyes stared right to the victorious blonde, irritation bubbled inside him and for some reason the whispers in his ears grew louder and he now could make out the words.
Look at him, Tetsuya, so arrogant
Shall we teach him a lesson?
The familiar voice kept on calling him, telling him what to do until he forgot to question how the hell he could hear voices in his ears.
Apparently the anger in his eyes became so clear because Kise was quite taken aback by the look his friend was giving to him.
"Kurokocchi...?"
And Kuroko snapped out.
"Yes?"
"Transfer to Kaijo, with me." He repeated his offer.
"Ah." Kuroko said. "I'm sorry, but I have to decline your offer."
"But why?! Kurokocchi, this isn't like you. Victory is everything, remember?"
Ah. The bluehead heard the voices again, it grew more impatient, and angrier, and Kuroko found himself clench his hand in irritation.
Victory, victory my ass
Once again his stare managed to make Kise flinch, he even stepped back slightly as his honey brown eyes widened.
"K-Kurokocchi - "
"Victory isn't everything." The sixth man murmured, voice low, and dangerous. Kise, along with Seirin almost shivered upon hearing his voice.
"Kuroko-kun...?" Riko stepped forward, trying take a look at the freshman.
"We'll beat you at the practice match." He suddenly said, raising his chin. Eyes determined, different from his expression earlier.
Kise, albeit still confused, just smirked at his former teammate. "We're not going to lose."
"We'll see about that, then." Kagami joined them, a big smirk on his face, pretty much fired up by the challenge.
We'll teach him a lesson, right Tetsuya?
The darkness in his heart grew.
Yes we will.
A/N: Ta-da! Omg I post a new story asfghjkl. But don't worry, I'll still update Fallacious. It's just, I haven't finished the next chapter yet. hehe.
So, this'll be a retelling of KnB in which Kuroko has a MTD (Multiple Personality Disorder). I've read some stuffs about the said illness, and I don't think what I write will be really accurate cause I'll change it to fit in the story. I think it's kind of different with Akashi's too. Oh well.
I hope you like it!