A/N: I hereby pronounce that everyone that fave'd this story after that prologue is a sadist :D.

Thanks tho, and everyone that followed as well!

Warning: I upped the rating to T just for some cusses... I blame Aomine.

Enjoy.

Teal-colored orbs opened to gaze at a shining blue sky. The sky…was really pretty. The boy felt as if he could float up to the sky, he felt weightless, bodiless. But that wasn't right, was it?

He then remembered his fall.

Tetsuya jackknifed into a sitting position, head swirling. He was in the forest. The same one he had come crashing down. 'I am alive?' Kuroko asked himself, an alarming expression of scorn marring his features. 'Keeping me alive after that?'

Was this some sort of sick joke? To make Tetsuya believe he'd die, then… then what? Nothing hurt, had he really fallen? No, something did hurt…was it his head? Yeah, his head hurt a little…Maybe he had dreamed it all? Maybe he was still in a dream.

Tetsuya stood up, everything felt pretty real until now. He started to look around when he caught sight of a body. More specifically, his own body. Tetsuya got closer, morbid curiosity overriding any sort of shock of seeing his own mangled body like that. Boy, did he have a gruesome imagination. Standing next to the body's split-open head, the teal-haired male examined the injuries with disgusted fascination. So he had cracked open his skull, and left a pretty big gap, he could see his gray matter spattered on the blood-soaked ground—it looked as if his head had exploded. The rest of his body hadn't ended up any better—what with bones jutting out in every direction. But before he could truly start to disgust himself, Tetsuya turned away, scanning his surroundings instead. His dull headache had transformed into a pang of pain.

He looked down— wondering what else this dream had to offer— and was surprised to notice that he was hovering few centimeters off the ground. Almost as if he was a ghost. Kuroko for once forgot about all the disgraces that had happened earlier and wondered since when he had such active imagination. 'What a bizarre dream.' He told himself. But a sense of foreboding had settled in his stomach. The teen glanced back at the—his— disfigured body and he realized that the pain in his head was pure dread.

He couldn't…he couldn't be dead, could he?

Tetsuya ran a hand through his hair, feeling increasingly ill. Closing his eyes, he replayed the last moments he remembered.

He had fallen…from the white gazebo and then just free fell…to the ground.

But this…this was a dream, right?

The teen let out a life-weary sigh. Who was he kidding? He had died. He was dead. Nobody could survive such a fall after all.

But he didn't wallow too long in despair, anger quickly overriding his senses. This just had to be a joke. Kuroko Tetsuya had spent sixteen years being treated as if he wasn't there, and now that he's dead he has to spend his whole damned afterlife as a freaking ghost!? Whose great idea was to have an afterlife? The teal-haired teen glared at the sky —and whatever power existed above— even as he uncharacteristically cussed in a low voice. Why couldn't he have just died? What was wrong with giving Tetsuya his eternal slumber? Did he not deserve it? Had he done something wrong and now he had to wander as a fucking ghost that no one could see?

Fucking great.

As if living being ignored by the world hadn't been enough. He sardonically wished he knew more divinities so he could curse them all. Not that it gave him any kind of satisfaction.

But now, Tetsuya had to calm down. There just had to be a way out. He just needed to find it. He didn't even care what the consequences were but Tetsuya was definitely getting his eternal oblivion. He wondered idly if he was the only ghost to ever try to kill itself on the first day.

He sure hoped he wasn't going to stay as a ghost forever.

Maybe he could use his living body…he turned around to find that his body wasn't there anymore. Tetsuya quietly panicked. He followed the bloody trail—which was the remaining evidence that he indeed had died— with his eyes, but it stopped abruptly. Close by, a faintly visible wheel-track continued. Before Tetsuya could curse his luck, everything went blurry and a fog appeared from everywhere at once. When he could focus again, Tetsuya glared at it and suddenly he jerked back surprised when a funerary van almost crashed on to him. He saw as a sort of macabre flashback played out…

He saw with morbid fascination how the police found his body —now they could see him? — and heaved his black-bagged body to the back of the van. Time then slowed and Tetsuya just had to walk to keep besides the moving van.

The vehicle eventually entered the city, where Tetsuya had a freak-out moment the instant a car zoomed right past him. After that, Tetsuya kept to the sidewalk as a good ghost kid; finally, the van entered the parking lot of a center. The boy correctly guessed it was the morgue even before reading the sign at the entrance.

Deciding against entering —he had had enough of staring at his dead body— the teen paced up and down the street just outside the building, once again fuming in anger. In one of his rounds he caught sight of a tuff of dark blue. Of the same hue that had been on top of the gazebo…

Tetsuya saw red. He quickly gave chase, his feet carrying him farther and faster than before. The tuff of blue soon became a blue haired individual with dark skin. The dark skinned teen turned around at the last moment, apparently sensing him for the first time and Tetsuya lunged forward. His clenched fist connected with the other's cheek —to Tetsuya's surprise—in a hit and run. Apparently all of his anger had been in that punch because soon afterwards Tetsuya just felt drained, yet for some reason tears pooled in his eyes despite not even caring that the other could not see-

"Oi, you bastard what the hell's your problem!?" A hand rudely yanked him back to face an irked teen, surprise evident on the teal-headed teen.

Tetsuya would have been ashamed that he was being seen crying if not for the fact that he indeed could be seen. As in seen. Realizing this only made him sob harder.

"O-oi! Why are you- don't cry you…c'mon don't cry!" The tanned male immediately fretted, panic winning over anger. And even though he had been the one who got hit, the dark-blue haired teen started apologizing as he guided Tetsuya to a bench —while he kept demanding that he stop crying.

Some long minutes later found the taller teen standing awkwardly beside the now-sniffling Tetsuya. "I apologize." The ghost teen finally said, as he embarrassingly wiped the remaining tears.

"Tch. Why were you crying anyway? And so loud?" The now-tsundere asked with a scowl on him.

"First I would like to know, how is it that you can see me?" Tetsuya inquired, hopeful sky-blue eyes lighting up in anticipation. The other tilted his head slightly as he arched an eyebrow at him.

"Well then, I'm guessing you noticed you're dead." He said without an ounce of pity or sympathy, Tetsuya felt like kicking him in the shins, but he settled with a deadpanned glare. "Haha, no need to look at me like that. I'm also a ghost, Aomine Daiki's the name. Nice to meet you." This successfully caught Tetsuya's attention, as his neck snapped up to see his face properly —because he was sitting down, not because Aomine was taller… Really!

"I-I'm Kuroko Tetsuya, nice to meet you too, Aomine-kun." Never let it be said that Tetsuya wasn't polite. Aomine stared at him with a weird face, before shaking his head.

"Whatever, planning on telling me why you punched me?" The pale teen's cheeks flushed red as his eyes were hidden by his bangs.

"…gize."

"What? Talk louder, you midget." The tsundere said, but Tetsuya ignored the jab. For now.

"I apologize for hitting you." The taller ghost's eyebrow twitched in surprising irritation before Tetsuya was bonked over the head.

"Gah! You're too damn polite!" Tetsuya glowered at him, yet the effect was diminished by his pout and by how he raised both hands to rub at his head in surprise. "And? Apology accepted, but I still want to know why-" Aomine's face cleared of emotion at seeing the other's face saddening but his lips remained closed. The dark-blue haired male sighed tiredly as he rubbed his face. What a bother.

"Never mind, for now. Tell me about yourself. How long you've been dead?"

"…A few hours I guess?" Tetsuya said uncertainly; this seemed to take the Yankee-like teen aback.

"Whoa dude I'm sorry. How?" The pale male didn't answer, but before Aomine could pry or apologize (he might have been a bit tactless…) they both jerked at hearing a loud honk. They turn to see a black van —that Tetsuya recognized and Aomine noticed this— heading out of the morgue, towards the graveyard just beside the building.

Tetsuya hurriedly stood up to follow the van again —since when had they been so close to it— with Aomine following suit. Both teens soon entered the graveyard and sure enough, they can see Tetsuya's body being lowered to an already prepared casket.

Aomine let out a whistle of surprise. "They sure are burying you fast. Normally takes a couple days at least…" But then a thought seemed to occur to him and he scanned the area with confusion. "Wait, where are your-? Tetsuya, your fami-?"

"Business trip. I suppose. And since I can see my name carved there, I am guessing that they were already contacted." The teal haired ghost murmured sadly. The dark skinned teen looked at the other before he clapped him on the shoulder.

"Sorry to hear that." He offered, not minding that he didn't get a response. As Aomine had kept looking at the graveyard's gate, he suddenly brightened up when he saw people approaching Tetsuya's soon-to-be tomb. "Look, people are coming." He informed the other with relief in his voice. Tetsuya eyed the approaching pair with mistrust. Just who-?

Oh. It was the couple from back then.

Tetsuya stared blankly at them as they say their prayers for a complete stranger they had never seen. He hated them more for being such a nice couple.

"Thank you though." Tetsuya whispered, bowing at their retreating backs, mouth turned into a bitter line.

"…So they didn't know you…Oh, here comes more-?" Aomine said just before another person approached with a vase of red flowers, passing right through Aomine and heading off to another direction. Aomine was now really getting suspicious.

"Tetsuya-?"

"We should leave. I already saw what I needed to see." Tetsuya voiced softly, eyes soft but carefully void of emotion.

Aomine finally had the decency of keeping his mouth shut. For the moment. He followed the other as they exited the graveyard and dark-blue-haired teen couldn't help but notice the slight sag in the other's shoulders. Knowing that this must be pretty hard on the boy, Aomine kept quiet as he followed him, in case he needed to speak to someone.

Tetsuya's mind was far from this place, wondering just what the heck was going on with his life —afterlife?— wondering whether there was actually anyone who would notice he had died. The only comfort he could find was thinking that his parents wouldn't be sad for much time this way. They'd soon forget about him, just like everyone else in the world.

Sighing sadly, Tetsuya worried he might have annoyed the other and noticed to his surprise that Aomine was nowhere to be seen and that he was in a part of the city he wasn't very familiar with.

Feeling unusually tired —he didn't know which was worse, not sleeping for the eternity as a ghost or still having the annoying need to sleep even when dead — the boy just walked up into a hotel and snuck into an empty room. He didn't feel as guilty because it's not like he was using an occupied room or actually occupying the one he had snuck into.

Tetsuya, as always, welcomed the darkness of the unconsciousness.

(Tetsuya found it easy to sneak in since he just followed behind the cleaning lady. Exiting was a bit harder, but he managed.)

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"Are you going to keep on coming here? That's depressing."

"Are you going to keep on stalking me? That is creepy." Tetsuya deadpanned, almost parroting the other, as he looked away from his own gravestone to stare at the other. It was barely the day after and Tetsuya's feet had unsurprisingly brought him there. What he was really surprised at, was the presence of the dead teen that still could see him… Though that didn't make him any less irritating.

"Hey! I'm no stalker. I have nothing else to see."

"Be a good ghost and go haunt someone alive Ahomine."

"Nah, it's way more fun to bother you, Tetsu."

"I never gave you permission of using my-"

"Yes yes. You can call me Daiki."

"I think Ahomine suits you better."

"So mean!"

The bickering duo then stop when they catch sight of a van stopping just outside the graveyard and a procession of students pouring out of said van. The batch of alumni marched their way behind their teacher and to both ghost's surprise, they trekked up to Tetsuya's grave.

"…Sensei." Tetsuya murmured in surprise, briefly looking at the saddened face of his literature teacher —who though hadn't always noticed him, seemed to honestly have liked him— to his classmates. Tetsuya watched in curiosity how quite a few were carrying flowers and how his grave was suddenly filled with life when they were all placed down. Tetsuya's former classmates then proceeded to pray and with the efficiency of an army, they wove their way back to the van.

Aomine couldn't stop the thought of 'how the heck did they all fit in in that minuscule van' and was about to make a joke of it when he was distracted by a pair of students that were still lingering by the grave.

"Hey," The first one spoke up, looking uncomfortable, " I know he supposedly was our classmate, but, really, who was he?"

"I thought you knew! I first thought we were going to pay visit to some poor guy that got ran over or something. I sure don't remember him…"

Both students then noticed they were the only ones there and hurried back to their vehicle, leaving behind a very tense silence among the dead. Aomine wasn't sure on what exactly to ask —nothing of this was alright; there was something very wrong in the boys' comment.

"Thank you for visiting." Tetsuya mumbled as he bowed waist-deep in the general direction of the departing van before straightening up and staring at the flowers on his tomb.

"Wait, what exactly was that?" The dark-skinned male finally managed to ask.

"What exactly was what, Aomine-kun?" The teal-haired ghost queried, impassive gaze waiting for him.

"Don't fuck around with me, Tetsu! Weren't these your classmates? How come they didn't know you?"

"What could have possibly given you that idea?" Tetsuya asked politely, already starting to walk away. Yet, he's stopped as once again Aomine's hand clutched his shoulder.

"Sorry, but I'm calling bullshit on that." The dark skinned teen glared at the other's back of the head. The other teen sighed tiredly.

"You got me. I didn't attend school." Tetsuya finally said in his ever-quiet voice. The hand clutching him let go and he turned around to face Aomine again.

"Heh, you don't look like the kinda guy that would skip class. Why did you, anyway?" The blue haired teen grinned, happy to have someone so similar to himself. Maybe they could bash schools together!

"…I was abducted…by aliens." Aomine backtracked.

"You what? Are you insane or something?"

"Who knows."

"You little…! Fine, I got it, you don't want to tell me. No need to tell such outrageous lies." Aomine finally relented raising his hands in surrender as he started to walk. He expected to hear Tetsuya's footsteps behind him, but at hearing nothing he paused. "Tetsu? You coming?"

"Right behind you." The polite boy mumbled, eyes shadowed.

Since Tetsuya had just followed behind the other ghost mindlessly, he was surprised to find himself just outside Maji Burgers.

"Ok, we have to wait for the door to open so we can sneak in without causing alarm."

"Can't we just go through the walls or something more ghost-like?"

"Well, I could. But it takes practice you know. And right now I don't feel like teaching you." The taller dead teen bluntly said before returning to watch the door.

Annoyed, Tetsuya sneaked away from the other silently and tried to go through the building.

Nothing happened.

Well, not nothing. Tetsuya hit his head hard —that had been the first part of his body to make contact. Just nothing of what he wanted to do.

The pale boy stared at the wall as if it had been the one at fault before the teen relaxed and pressed himself flat against it.

"Mr. Wall, do let me through." He muttered under his breath and to his surprise, he could feel a tickling sensation all over his body and suddenly he was falling inside the restaurant.

Tetsuya regained his footing with difficulty and set off to find Aomine. He wandered back to the entrance doors and saw the strange ghost with an irritated scowl directed at the glass doors as he tapped his foot impatiently.

The shorter male approached him from behind, peered over Aomine's shoulder and said in a low voice, "Aomine-kun, what's the matter?"

The jolt in place, as well as the small shout of surprise were priceless. A tiny corner of Tetsuya's lips tilted upwards. He went momentarily cross-eyed as a finger was pointed at him, far too close to his face.

"Y-you bastard! Don't scare me like that! Where do you come from? How did you come in?"

"Aomine-kun," Tetsuya started, a hint of disapproval and concern tinting his face making the other draw back slightly. "I am a ghost. I just came in through the wall." He then shook his head as if trying to say he thought that was a silly question to add to the effect.

Aomine blinked perplex, before he opened his mouth to yell an irked retort, but seemed to think better of it and instead broke down laughing.

"Alright you smartass, you proved your point. Now let's get some food." He finally managed to say, wiping a tear from his eyes and fondly messing with the other's hair.

In the end, Aomine and Kuroko both 'borrowed' a couple hamburgers and a vanilla shake respectively, much to the latter's dismay. He thought they'd take the food and leave money on the counter but realized too late that he had brought nothing and Aomine hadn't even planned on paying.

"Tetsu, you're dead, why are you such a stuck up? Loosen up, have some fun, geez."

"I don't think it's necessary to steal to have fun. " The teal haired teen replied, still contemplating the shake in his hands. Aomine sighed.

"Okay, I'm letting that go 'cause you're a newbie. Ghosts don't need to eat, but we can still taste and eating is great in general. But whatever we take is not…uh, how to put this? It's like another ghost ability, you can basically make a ghost copy of an object. It's like if I went and grabbed that person's hat." Here he pointed to a living passer-by with a ridiculous helmet. "I can go make a copy and wear it. The copied hat would be invisible like me and the owner would still have his own hat. Useful, huh?"

"I see! It's a way for Aomine-kun to satisfy weird fetishes." Tetsuya spoke in a I-see-clearly-now tone, bumping his fist to his open palm. He was flicked on the forehead for his efforts.

"As if!" The grouchy ghost glared at him before smugly adding, "I'm sorry I don't share your hobbies."

His response was a quick jab to his gut that left the dark skinned teen clutching his stomach in pain for quite some time. Ignoring the glare thrown at him, Tetsuya calmly sipped at his vanilla shake still mulling over this new ability.

"And we can copy anything?"

"Nah, it's limited to non-living things and small stuff. For example I find hard copying clothes so I generally bully Kise into doing it for me. He's the best for copying stuff hands down…Though that also pisses me off the most."

"Excuse me, who is this Kise-san?"

"Oh, uh, another ghost. Maybe we can go meet him later, what do you think?" Tetsuya was momentarily speechless. Was he going to meet another person? Tetsuya felt like panicking, would this Kise notice him as well? Tetsuya hadn't had the slightest clue as to what he was going to do or say. "…Tetsu?"

"It is nothing. I would be glad to meet him." The boy honestly replied, feeling his palms sweating in nervousness.

Aomine arched an eyebrow at the nervous shorty before quirking a smile and ruffling his hair.

"Come with me for today and we'll go meet him tomorrow." Aomine said, slinging an arm around the pale teen's shoulders. He dragged him to his own hideout, talking about all kind of nonsense until he finally felt the other calm down.

Boy, wasn't this kid a bother. Aomine thought with surprising affection just before drifting off to sleep.

AN

Too long? Too short? Too uneventful? You liked/disliked this ghost ability? Let me know what you thought! And what you'd like to see as well.