Lovely Jewels

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Kuroko looked up from his book when a small wooden box was placed before him on the table in front of him. He moved his gaze further up to see his father smiling down at him. Kuroko slowly placed a bookmark in his book and closed it. "What is this, Father?"

Kuroko's father's smile widened. "This is your going-away present, son!" The older version of Kuroko pushed the box closer to Kuroko. "I forgot that we had this up in the attic. This belonged to your grandfather."

Kuroko nodded and examined the wooden box. The top of it showed-off a carved image of a basketball surrounded by five jewels. Kuroko arched a brow at the odd image. He then noticed the combination lock at the front of the box. All the numbers were at zero. The lock, made of gold that was now dulled, was shaped into a flower. Kuroko shook his head at the obvious mismatching of themes. He stood up from his chair and picked up the box and his book.

"Thank you Father," Kuroko said in a monotone voice, though his eyes showed a more warm feeling.

"No problem!" Kuroko's father stated while placing a hand on Kuroko's shoulder. He gave his son a lopsided smile. "Though I've never opened it…I don't know the code." His father started laughing. "I can't believe I've never asked your grandfather about it."

Kuroko internally sighed. "Don't worry, I'm sure I'll be able to do something with this." With that Kuroko bowed slightly and headed out of the room. He just needed to check to make sure all of his belongings were packed before he went to his new apartment.

Kuroko came from a very wealthy family that gained its wealth from business. He was in his second year of high school and due to wanting to become more independent, he requested an apartment to live in. His father obliged, always happy to fulfill his unselfish son's wishes. Kuroko was working hard to become the best heir possible.

After checking his room, Kuroko headed downstairs to the entrance of his parents' mansion. Once down he found his father waiting for him. He didn't look for his mother, knowing she was away on a business trip.

"Have fun and be good, Tetsuya," his father said quietly before pulling Kuroko in for a hug. "Study hard too, but remember to have fun."

Kuroko nodded, returning the hug. He waved good-bye once more and then entered the awaiting car. Inside, he looked out the window and nodded in acknowledgement to his father who was still waving. The car slowly drove around the roundabout in front of the mansion before exiting the premises. Kuroko closed his eyes and leaned back into the chair, mentally preparing himself for living alone. He flinched when something beside him moved. He opened his eyes and looked over to spot his grandfather's box. Not knowing why, he picked it up and placed it in his lap. He tilted his head to the side when this seemed to make the box happy. Ah, I better get a hold of myself now. I can't go thinking that boxes have feelings.

Twenty-minutes or so later, the car stopped in front of a huge apartment complex. Around the apartment was a tall black fence. Kuroko stepped out with the box in one hand as he shielded the other to look up at the building. He spotted multiple security cameras. Of course my parents would.

"Kuroko-sama."

Kuroko broke his gaze to face the two men dressed in black suits standing in front of him. He nodded his head and took the card one of them offered. Afterwards, the two men quickly went to the car to unpack the rest of Kuroko's belongings.

"Your room has already been furnished, Kuroko-sama," one of the men stated as he took hold of a box. "Please go ahead and take a look."

With that, Kuroko walked up to the now open gates and entered the building. He looked down at his card key to find his room's number before stepping into the elevator. He pressed the button labeled with the number "24." I guess I'm staying at the very top then. Kuroko looked down quickly when he felt the box vibrate a bit. He frowned. At that moment the elevator doors opened and Kuroko stepped out onto the twenty-fourth floor.

He opened the door to his room and took a few tentative steps inside. The room was, as the men before had said, completely furnished. Kuroko looked down to his right to see a shoe rack. He slipped off his shoes and carefully put them on the top before continuing his exploration. He walked into the kitchen area and set the box down on the counter. The countertops were of the finest metal and the cabinets were light brown oak wood. He went on a search for his room, leaving the box in the kitchen.

Kuroko opened the door that led to his room and smiled. It was very similar to the room at his home. It was nice and simple, just how he preferred it. He looked at the desk that was across from his bed that lay in the center of the back wall. Light blue was the color them of the room contrasted with dark brown wood furniture. He stopped in front of his desk to make sure his school material had arrived. He walked out of the room when he heard the front door open; sure the men had arrived with the rest of his belongings.

"Ah, thank you. You can leave the boxes right over there," Kuroko said while gesturing with his hand.

The men did as they were told, gently placing the boxes down in their designated spot. "We will take our leave now." Both men gave Kuroko a curt bow before leaving the apartment.

Kuroko let out a small, unnoticeable sigh of relief before going towards his boxes. He opened the top one and began to empty its contents. The first box mostly contained some kitchen supplies. He took a couple of pots in his arms before walking back into the kitchen. Spotting the pot/pan rack above the island in the kitchen, he quickly walked over to hang the pots up. After a few more trips, he finished emptying both boxes.

Wiping his brow, Kuroko leaned against the side of the counter before deciding to open the fridge to get some water. He turned around with a water bottle still in his mouth to see his grandfather's-well his now-box. Kuroko put the water bottle aside and picked up the box. He brought it closer to his face and inspected the lock once again. There were four slots for numbers…which meant hundreds of possible solutions.

He walked over to his living room and sat down on one of the white couches. Folding his legs he started putting random numbers into the lock, trying to break the code. His brows furrowed in concentration, but then a sudden sleepiness began to overtake him. What? Kuroko rubbed his eyes as his grip on the box loosened. His lids became heavier and he found himself succumbing to sleep.

Kuroko shifted uncomfortably as he felt hands gently running through his hair. He opened his eyes slowly and had to blink a couple of times in order for his vision to adjust. When he was able to focus, he flinched a bit in shock. A pair of heterochromatic eyes of red and gold stared down at him. Kuroko immediately tried to get up, but the man above him held him down. Kuroko quickly realized that his head was lying in the man's lap. He also made note of the red hair that the man had.

Kuroko stared confusedly as the man began talking for no sound came out. "I don't understand," Kuroko muttered bluntly.

The red head frowned a bit. He held up his hand. He showed three fingers first and made sure that Kuroko was watching his hand. Then he showed one, five, and then three again. His eyes caught Kuroko's gaze and he seemed to be asking if Kuroko understood what he was trying to convey. Kuroko immediately caught on.

Kuroko stiffened when the man cupped his cheek and began leaning down towards him. His lips were centimeters away from the red head's when Kuroko felt him move from the lip to Kuroko's ear. Kuroko blushed a bit, feeling a warm breath soothe his hear. His blush deepened in its red color when the red head nibbled his ear.

Kuroko jolted awake, breathing hard with an evident blush apparent on his face. He looked around wildly for the mystery man, not seeing him. The box began slipping from his lap, but thankfully he caught it in time. Returning his attention back to the box he quickly began putting the code he received from the man in his dream. Three…one….five…and then…what was it? Kuroko sat back and tapped his chin, trying to remember the last number. However, when he thought back to the man, all he could remember was the nibbling…on his ear. Kuroko's hand immediately went to his ear. He shook his head quickly, trying to erase the memory from his mind. He sighed loudly before finally remembering the last number. Three!

The box snapped open after he put in the last number to reveal five sparkling gems. He quickly noticed that each gem was a distinct different color. The top row consisted of three of the six gems. The colors from left to right were: purple, red, and then green. The two gems on the bottom row were dark blue and yellow.

The gems seem to be sucking Kuroko into their shininess. Kuroko reached out to touch the red gem. Upon making contact, each of the gems began to shine brightly, practically shooting light out from themselves. Kuroko shielded his eyes.

"Ahhh, finally, I can stretch my legs!"

Kuroko uncovered his eyes and jumped a little when he spotted a tall blonde man stretching in front of him. He also saw that the blonde was…shirtless. "Who-"

"You didn't have legs anyway, so it doesn't matter."

Kuroko looked to the left to see a green haired man pushing up his glasses. He stood next to a tan-skinned man with dark blue hair who looked deadly bored. Kuroko looked to his right to see an obviously tall man with purple hair munching on a snack bar of some sort. It beyond obvious that the only piece of clothing these guys had on was a pair of pants. Suddenly, the four men turned to look at Kuroko…no wait behind him?

Before Kuroko could turn around, two arms encircled his waist and he was pulled against another person. Kuroko meekly turned his head to spy the same heterochromatic eyes that he had seen in his dreams.

"Kuroko Tetsuya, it's a pleasure to finally meet you," he said while pulling Kuroko closer to him.

Kuroko uncomfortably tried to pull away in vain, already knowing that this guy was without a shirt as well. "Uh, how do you know my name?"

"I've always known who you are, Tetsuya," the red head replied while brushing the back of his hand across Tetsuya's cheek.

Kuroko gently pushed the hand away while a light pink color dusted his cheeks. "Will you tell me all of your names then?" Kuroko asked politely as he looked at the others in the room, making sure to keep his eyes on their face and not their…amazingly sculpted abs.

The red head sighed a bit before introducing himself. "I am Akashi Seijuro." He motioned towards the tall purple head. "He is Murasakibara Atsushi. The blonde one in front of you is Kise Ryouta, the blue-headed one is Aomine Daiki, and the one with the glasses is Midorima Shintarou." Akashi buried his head into the crook of Kuroko's neck. "Is that all you need?"

"If you would let go of me, that would be great," Kuroko said while pushing against Akashi's arms.

Aomine let out a snicker that was quickly silenced by Akashi's glare.

Akashi reluctantly let go of Kuroko and watched as he stood up. The absence of warmth served to sour his mood. "I have a feeling you want something more, Tetsuya."

Kuroko nodded slightly as he stood a good distance away from the group of rainbow heads. "An explanation would be nice." He looked at the box and the rest followed his gaze. "You guys were just jewels before right?" Kuroko averted his gaze to the ceiling. "And…I will go and get you guys something to wear."

Akashi ran a hand through his hair. Ah, so much things to explain to my dear Tetsuya. He leaned back against the couch comfortably and smirked when he saw Tetsuya eyeing him.

Kuroko quickly turned in a flustered manner and walked towards his room. "I will be right back with some shirts."

"Is that necessary?" Akashi asked, smirking smugly.

"It's necessary."

Akashi allowed himself a small chuckle before his gaze turned to those surrounding him. "He is mine."

"Awwww, Akashicchi! He is adorable though!" Kise whined while tears filled the corners of his eyes.

Aomine rolled his eyes before throwing an arm around Kise. "Tch, he's not that adorable."

Kise turned to look at Aomine with an astonished look. "Y-You see it too Aominecchi?"

Aomine moved his face closer to Kise's causing the blonde to blush. "I don't know what you are talking about."

Akashi cleared his throat. Kise and Aomine looked up to see Akashi glaring at them. "Am I understood?"

Kise weakly nodded while Aomine mumbled his agreement.

"Kuroko looks yummy though," Murasakibara commented. "I want to munch on him.

Akashi turned a gentler gaze on the purple haired giant. "I will find someone else for you to munch on, Atsushi."

Murasakibara nodded and went back to eating though one could obviously tell he was disappointed.

Kuroko opened his extra closet that contained a variety of different sized clothing. His relatives and his parents all thought that he would grow and therefore bought him large sizes of clothing. Kuroko shook his head. I don't think I will be needing these. With five shirts in hand he began to exit his room.

Is this what you mean by "fun" father?

Starting the New Year with this story!

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This will be eventual AkaKuro if you couldn't tell and I will be adding other couples as well!