Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroko no Basket it belongs to Tadatoshi Fujimaki. Blessed be his mind for creating the manga.

Pairing: Kagami x Kuroko (in the far/near future?). Also, there might be side pairings. Maybe. Probably. Yeah.

Warnings: Boys Love. Violence. Bad language. Soft gore (is that even possible? Lol).

Full summary: Creatures from wonderful dreams and from the darkest nightmares exist among us. Unaware of that secret world, Kagami encounters more than once an immortal being that seems drawn to him. Monsters, vampires, werewolves, demons and gods were nothing more that myths and urban legends. The story of two lonely souls begin in the 21st century but when does a tempestuous story end? BL. AU. KagaKuro.

A/N:A song, a show, a quote and an old paper of notes of mine brought this story to life. I'm really excited for it. And for once, it's already planned D: However, its progress and speed of updates depends solely of outside factors (meaning my freaking classes… afsadsfsadf!). Anyway, I hope you approve of this first installment. It's a prologue of sorts? And for the first time in a long time, I'm pleased with the outcome. I hope you like it! Enjoy!

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The first time Kuroko saw Kagami he wore black headphones, and there was a piercing in his brow, his clothes were dark with a pair of black jeans and a red T-shirt under a black jacket. His body language just like his clothes screamed, back off. It was a new trend those days in America. At the time Kuroko was visiting a friend in L.A. He usually didn't take any particular interest in anybody but there, in the crosswalk beside that teen Kuroko found himself observing, more intently than normal. Kuroko was good at guessing people's age, it could be said it was one of his 'skills'. He observed people really closely to know things that even they didn't know about themselves. The redhead was around sixteen, but his eyes showed already the distinctive glint of knowledge about a harsh life.

Kuroko was extra careful to not raise suspicion from the young human; he masked his presence from the street and observed, with the few moments the crossing signal could provide him, the boy beside him. Chains hung from his jeans, and dark leather wristbands with spikes adorned his forearm. A backpack, also black, was loosely hanging from one of his shoulders. He looked like a potential delinquent, Kuroko concluded. He also thought that it was silly to use black in the middle of the day but he agreed that that kind of clothes went well with his sharp facial features.

He tore his eyes away from the teen for a moment, pensive as to why he was giving attention to this stranger but his attention was brought back by the sound of a ringtone. The teen pulled out a cell phone. The talk was brief and strained. Kuroko listened to it, albeit a bit awkwardly, he still didn't know why he was so interested in an unfamiliar person. Nonetheless, he heard it. It was a discussion of sorts and the terrible grimace in the teen's face gave away his opinions about what they were talking about. At some point, the one in the other line said something that the teen simply couldn't take anymore. Kuroko stood there a bit startled at the smashed cell phone on the ground. The teen was fuming and it was plain obvious his anger hadn't subsided one bit.

Kuroko stopped himself before he could say a word. He was shocked at himself, was he really going to talk to the boy? It was an unspoken rule of his, he didn't interact with humans unless necessary. It was the best for both parties; he had learned it the hard way. But now, there, beside that boy in a foreign street of a distant country far away from his homeland, he found himself with the agonizing want to comfort him. But the teen was already leaving, his back hunched and with his music full blast to drown down his feelings. Kuroko stood there, watching him leave, feeling a strange sensation. Kuroko at that moment didn't know that that tall angry teen would change his entire life in the future.

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It was the twenty first century; the panic over the end of the world was fading quickly. Kuroko watched the news with emotionless eyes from his seat at the table; the Israeli-Palestinian Conflict was escalating severely. People were about to kill each other. Humans were really advancing as a civilized society? Kuroko always wondered; he remembered the Middle Ages and it was hard to tell from the behavior of humans if they'd progressed at all. Then again, the Renaissance came after, and humans became a little bit more than animals. Kuroko slurped his vanilla milkshake deep in thought when someone across him poked his forehead with a cold finger.

"What's wrong? You've been worrying about something since earlier." Ogiwara Shigehiro, Kuroko's best friend, smiled showing his teeth.

Kuroko stared at him for a moment, "What's the point of life?" Ogiwara's smile fell immediately afterwards, "I like to think there is no real point. Despite that, I think that it's not just a preface of "live until you die". More so for creatures such as ourselves, everything around us is composed of impermanent objects wandering temporarily through the space of time. And-"

A groan interrupted Kuroko, "Oh no." Ogiwara groaned again almost miserable, "Spare me your existentialist talk tonight. We came here to relax! You came from the other side of the world so let's take it easy today please?" Ogiwara pulled down his sunglasses, staring pleadingly at Kuroko with his red crimson eyes.

Kuroko didn't seem put off by the blunt comment and nodded, "I guess I'm still confused by something that happened earlier this day."

"Mm?" Ogiwara pulled up his sunglasses before anyone from the bar could see his eye's unnatural color.

"I can't say I met him," Kuroko set aside his milkshake, "But I can't help but wonder about his life."

"What do you mean?" Ogiwara sipped from his beer, "Kuroko, did you fell for him?" he teased and then he frowned at Kuroko's silence.

"I don't think that's it." Kuroko was serious and Ogiwara sweat dropped. "I'm joking, you know? Anyway, what is he?"

Kuroko said reluctantly, "Human."

The beer Ogiwara was drinking, almost choked him, "What?"

Kuroko sighed without expression, "I told you that's not it. I just found him interesting for some reason that's all. I'm not going to meet him again anyway."

Ogiwara didn't mention the fact that Kuroko sounded disappointed. To change the mood of the rocky start of the conversation Ogiwara began to talk about the work of his company, the new things his clan had faced in the past years, and finally about the plans he had for them for the rest of the week Kuroko was going to spend in America. Kuroko began to forget about the encounter he had early that day. Ogiwara was one of his oldest friends. They had met around the middle of 16th century in Spain when the discovery of the New World was still a hot topic. They were talking amiably when Ogiwara's face changed, a scowl replacing his smile. He barely kept in check his natural instinct to bare his teeth at the source of his discomfort.

Kuroko calmly glanced at the door, "Ah."

A tall, very familiar, man strode to their table, "What's up Tetsu?" he beamed happily and when he turned to Ogiwara, his face was everything but friendly and regarded him with little interest…, and hate, "…bloodsucker parasite."

Here we go again.

"Oh fuck you, Aomine. Why the hell are you here? Kuroko and I were just fine before you brought in your stench!"

Normal humans had basic fundamental instincts when it came to dangerous things. Two very dangerous creatures were close by and they were kept away by an invisible leash. They didn't watch as Ogiwara's fangs were noticeable when he spoke or the change in Aomine's dark eyes to yellow animalistic ones; a characteristic of his kind.

"Say something more and I'll fucking make dogs piss and fuck your backyard up for a year."

"You wouldn't fucking dare."

"Try me."

"Enough you two." Kuroko sighed, why werewolves and vampires didn't get along, "People are here, remember?"

They glared at each other some more before deciding to listen to the voice of reason.

Glad that both were finally behaving Kuroko asked, "Aomine-kun, it's good to see you. It's been a while since we last saw each other."

Kuroko paid no mind to Ogiwara's scoff and Aomine decided that Kuroko was more important than the bloodsucker, "We were securing the North American area since with all the fuss humans are making lately there had been hindrances for the younger ones. We're about to finish, so we decided to sightsee. I caught your scent nearby and decided to drop by and say hi."

"Good, you're done here. Now leave." Ogiwara interrupted glaring daggers at Aomine.

The tall male turned and seethed, "Why don't you leave so Tetsu and I can have a nice time free of pests?"

"I won't. Kuroko came to visit me." Ogiwara looked triumphant, that only made Aomine angrier.

Kuroko's patience wore off, he stood calmly from his seat, "I'll do a favor for us all and call it a day."

The other two looked confused for a second but quickly regained his senses when Kuroko walked out of the establishment. They both hurried after him. In the street, Kuroko gazed at the starry sky. America's sky felt different from his own back home. It was something strange, staring at the full moon his thoughts were brought back to his early meeting with the teen. Kuroko sighed, he needed to ponder this matter in a quiet place, and maybe, just maybe his hotel room won't be trashed by his two friends. They were arguing again and it was more than clear that they were going to follow him. That was the end of the day and the beginning of the change of their fates.

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Kuroko didn't fall in any category known to men. His first memories were a forest filled with mist, alone in the damp dark forest of an unknown place in the deepest part of the land that someday would be called Japan. For some reason, he knew things, what to do and how to move on and live through life. But, despite him knowing things about others, he didn't know anything about himself. Kuroko didn't know what he was, or if there were others like him in the world. He lived among the humans most of the time but he was a passing existence to them, just like their short lives were to him. The first hundred years of the beginning of his life, which were only memories of him existing consciously, gave him a clear answer. He wasn't like the people around him. They lived and died too soon. Death was something foreign to him. Something that seemed almost impossible to reach and too tempting to reject.

After a few hundred years, news of a different world reached Kuroko's ears. For him, time was nothing more than a simple indicator; there was nothing to stop him to explore the world. At first, his original plan was to search for people like him. During his life, fables and tales of all kinds were told to him by others but he had never met someone like him. A real monster. Kuroko in those days was desperate to achieve something. A ghostly voice guided him towards the coast, towards a world that slowly would fill his mind and soul bit by bit, that would answer his most needed question, what am I?

His first meeting with a supernatural being was in the center of the Chinese land. There he came across with a green dragon, and his first and disappointing meeting with the Grim Reaper.

•To Be Continued•

A/N: Don't ask me why a bar serves milkshakes (lol).

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