Beta ed by: Hollowstars99 but I messed it up so any grammatical errors are all of my fault.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroko no Basuke

Kise Ryouta was heading home after a hectic schedule. Being a student plus a teen model isn't that easy. It was Hell for him. He has to manage and utilize his time well and it's you're racing against time, every single day. To add salt to the wound, he also experiences hellish basketball training. Thus, the blonde model is very exhausted. As he headed home, however, he caught a sight of a light blue colored hair. Kise's face lit up in happiness as he rushed towards and hug the person owning it.

"Kurokocchi!" Kise exclaimed as he glomp the light haired teen. The smaller guy showed signs of indifference, but if you look more closely, you'll probably see a faint startled expression in his eyes.

"Get off me, Kise-kun," Kuroko simply said. "You're heavy."

"Uwaahhh! Kurokocchi's so mean!" Kise whined but he didn't let go. "Don't wanna," He childishly said as he hugged him tight.

"Get off or I'll slam this book I'm reading on to your face." Kuroko threatened, face unchanged.

Kise pouted childishly before letting the smaller teen go. "So mean, Kurokocchi! So mean!"

"Stop being a kid, Kise-kun…"

Kise hmmped and pouted once more before changing the subject.

"Where are you going, Kurokocchi?" He asks.

"Home." Kuroko immediately replied.

"Me too! Can I come with you? Please?" Kise pleaded, adding a kicked puppy expression for additional impact.

"… No…"

"Aw, come on, please?"

"…"

"Please?"

"…Fine…"

"Yay! Thank you Kurokocchi!" Kise cheered as he hugged Kuroko again. Then he let go of him and stood beside him, grinning happily.

As they were walking together, Kuroko realized that for once, Kise was quiet. He felt like something's off about him. Usually, he would chatter non-stop about anything and everything. Now, Kise looks like he's in deep thought. His face was darkened, and he held a very serious expression. Like he's brooding or thinking about a serious matter. They're walking together in silence, it's not that he minded that much but it made him feel a bit uncomfortable and uneasy.

"Kise-kun, are you alright?" He asks, breaking the silence.

"Hm? Ah, yeah, I am, why did you ask, Kurokocchi?" Kise asked, curious.

"Nothing…It's nothing…"

As they bid their farewells and part ways, Kise walked to his home alone, still deep in thought. Few minutes later, he arrived at his house, being greeted by his mother before going upstairs to his room. He entered his room, locked it and left his bag on his table. He flopped down the bed, sighing.

"…I think I don't want to do this anymore, I don't want to live my life as me…." He mumbled.

Every day, Kise would always question why he's born like this. Why wasn't he granted a normal, peaceful life like most people do? Why does he have to be like this? Every day, a lot of people would try to get close to him, giving him lies and fake smiles because underneath that mask, they would try to use Kise to get their selfish desires. Every day, a lot of girls would ask him out and confess to him about their feelings of love that contain nothing but lust, deception and desire to make themselves popular, like his former girlfriend. He's relieved that Haizaki decided to take her away, sparing him from ever breaking her heart, even if she totally deserves it. Every single day, he has to face them with nothing but a fake personality, a façade, to keep himself from getting hurt. Everything around him is almost fake that he feels like puking because of this. Why does he have to put an act just to please other people? Why? Why couldn't he be Kuroko, always straight forward and simple? Or like Aomine, who could do whatever he wants without worrying and giving a shit about the outcome? Why couldn't he be himself? Why couldn't he be just a normal living person? Why does he have to pretend? Of all people, why him?

Sighing deeply, he got up and changed his clothes. Then he opened his cellphone and looked through his mail. There were tons of them, mostly from his fangirls trying to flirt with him and ask him out. He closed his phone and tossed it on the bed, not checking them. He's tried about it and seriously thinking about changing his cellphone number.

"Ryouta! It's time for dinner!" His mom called out.

"Coming!" Kise replied, going out of his room and head downstairs.

As they ate dinner, his parents asked him couple of questions. 'How's school?' , 'How's your basketball career?' , 'How's your grade?' or 'Are you alright with your studies?' simple things like that. Even with his parents, he had to lie; he has to pretend everything is fine. He felt guilty after doing so, but he didn't show it. After dinner, he head upstairs to take a bath. After taking a bath, he rummage through his almost full closet and took out night time clothes. He was midway through changing when his phone rang. He paid no mind, probably those crazy fangirls again. However, it rang continuously that it began to irritate him. Whoever is calling him is so damn persistent. He lost his cool and just answered the phone.

"Hello?" His voice was wavering; he barely kept his voice calm.

"Kise-kun?"

"Kurokocchi?"

Kise didn't expect this. Usually, he's the one who calls and bugs Kuroko. It's a rare sight for him to see Kuroko calling him. It brings him an unspeakable joy and happiness every time. He wouldn't admit this to anyone but he took a liking on the boy. His gestures and affections are not that subtle, even Momoi somewhat suspected and asked him for it, but he just lied that he's just fond of Kuroko because he's his former mentor. Kuroko doesn't often talk whenever he calls him, just answering him if asked. He just listens to Kise's voice. He found it somewhat embarrassing; being the only one who's talkative and gives him the vibes that Kuroko's doesn't really pay much attention to him, he's just bothering him but he doesn't say it. He comments at times, but not that much.

"Are you unwell? Or are you doing something? I've been trying to call you a lot of times but you won't respond. I texted you a lot of times as well, but you never replied," Kuroko said. "Did I bother you? Or is something's wrong?"

Oh. That. Kise felt guilty. He might have ignored Kuroko's texts and calls because he thought that some random fangirls were trying to reach him. He laughed nervously.

"Sorry Kurokocchi, I was in the shower so I didn't hear your call and I haven't read your messages yet.I'm sorry Kurokocchi." He apologized. "So, what's up?"

"It's fine Kise-kun, no need to apologize; I'm the one at fault here, sorry for suddenly calling you." Kuroko apologized as well. Kise brushed it off, saying it's fine and he didn't disturb anything important, he's just in the middle of wearing his lower clothes. Kuroko became silent for a moment and he thought that he hanged up on him.

"Sorry for disturbing while you're changing of clothes Kise-kun, I'll just call later." He replied as he was about to hang up when Kise stopped him.

"It's fine! I could put in on while talking with you." He reassured him.

Kuroko seemed to hesitate for a moment before speaking again. "There are a lot people asking us, the generation of miracles, about you, Kise-kun. They say that they want you to do something for them. About your modeling I guess." He said.

"Ah, I see, thanks for informing me Kurokocchi," His voice suddenly became tired. "I'll get in touch with them; see you next time, Kurokocchi." Then he hanged up and turned his phone off.

He sits on his bed, feeling guilty. He never felt guiltier than before. He told the manager and his staff not to let him work with them. Now, they're bugging his friends for that. They also might be stalking them. And they're making them feel uncomfortable. All because of him, who's a burden to them. Even to his parents, he overhears them sometimes, about people asking them a lot of questions regarding about him. Crazy fangirls asking for his schedule, presumably to stalk him. Sometimes they call and his sisters get irritated and annoyed because of it. He's being a burden to the people he loves and trusts.

'Just please, tell me please, what do they need from me? What can I do to take back all of these? What can I do? I don't want fame, I want to be normal! I don't want fake smiles and lies, I want truth. Why is this happening? Should I just give up and give in? This is driving me crazy, I don't know what to do anymore….. I may be a fool to do this but I can't…. Think coherently. Everyone… I'm sorry.'

He reaches out from his drawer beside his bed and pulled out a sharp cutter. He stared at the object, with a cold and clouded eyes. He put the tip of the cutter on his wrist and let out a shaky sigh. What should he do next, he wonders. Should he or should he not? Pessimism won over him, suppressing his optimistic side, who's telling him everything is alright.

'Nothing will be alright….I just cause burden to them. I'm useless…'

Sinking the blade deeper, he slid the cutter across his wrist in a swift motion, unhesitating.

With that, blood broke free from his wound and freely flowed. Tears mixed with his blood, making it more painful, as he continues, doing it to his other wrist. It truly hurts, but it gave him a sense of satisfaction. He's sorry for what he's doing. He can't take it anymore. If he'll be saved, he wouldn't know the reason why. He's sorry for hurting others, being a burden to them. He's sorry for being gullible and naïve, he's sorry for being weak, he's sorry for being a coward. He's sorry for being secretive. But most of all,

He's sorry for not showing who he really is, behind that smile. The smile that deceived and fooled everybody, telling them all is alright. And it's too late to change it now.

I'm sorry for the crappy fic, this just popped in my mind. There's a sequel to this, but I'm not sure if anyone would like it. Please tell me what you think.

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