KICCHIN IS BACK NANODAYO!

Anyhow, this chapter 2! OMG I could really not believe I was able to write this right away though. Uhm yeah so there's probably all the hints all over the place so you probably have a clue what the boys are, right? LOL no? Uh, well yeah okay we still have chapter 2 for that more hints. I don't really like using that word much but maybe in due time, anyways we'll have our time of revelation stuffs IF this story is allowed by you guys to continue, and that will only happen if you REVIEEEEW! Or yeah even a fave or follow would do, just let me know if this even worth reading or you're like 'ugh this sucks'. Really let me know please, 'cause I kinda need to know. Promise no hard feelings etc etc, I mean we must always be open for a change.

And noooow *whisper* MIDOTAKA

Ahahaha, gomen I'm not sure if I did a justice to the pair but ye knooow I'm still starting so you help me improve, tell me if you're not satisfied or if its reaaally boring. I won't be angry oh and yeah if you don't like BL, STAPH RIGHT NOW because this is FULL of that.

To everyone who is reading this now

THANK YOU VERY VERY MUCH FOR CLICKING THIS AND TAKING TIME TO READ THIS!

*coughs* anyways wont be holding you folks for too long, here's chapter 2

PS

I do not own KnB or any of its characters, cause if I do…that's probably impossible so yeah, I DO NOT OWN IT OR ANY OF ITS PART, CHARACTERS ETC.

Chapter 2: Someone Knew

The rain drops mercilessly on the pavement, Midorima messaged his temple as he sat on his desk. He turn to look at the window, its been an hour or so since Kuroko left to do Akashi's favor. He was not able to see him when he left the house and it made him feel…quite worried—something he dare not say out loud—for his brother. He knew Kuroko well, he knew he could take care of himself perfectly despite all those fragility he knew better after all. But of course, he was still his brother. He could not bear the thought of Kuroko doing this without any complain. That man after all had rubbed off to him most, so he wondered how he could just do it knowing all of these are just against all his beliefs. It wasn't as if he cared about his view but it was so wrong, at least that he could say. It was just difficult trying to understand his reasons.

Sighing Midorima leaned his back on the back of the chair. He has one sick family but a his family nonetheless. Closing his eyes to rest them a little he heard the door of his office opening.

"Shin-chan?"

Midorima cursed inwardly as he heard the familiar voice, he turned to the door to find just as what he thought. Takao Kazunari beamed happily with a clipboard in hand. The young intern—believe it or not—is his lover. Takao closed the door and sat on the couch across Midorima's desk casually. Well, it is Takao after all. "What?" he asked coldly.

"I can feel your dark aura from down the hallway, what's wrong?" Takao asked still high spirited as ever. Midorima wanted to lie though, say that it was nothing, but as jokingly or over dramatic that statement was, Takao seriously—probably—could have felt Midorima's heavy feelings. Its been a year after all since Takao became officially part of the family. It was a difficult process, quite painful too but Midorima had no choice back then. Though of course Takao had no idea and well went to the normal phase of turning the man didn't seem to have any complains, rather on the long run he was able to get along with the whole family. It was a perks of getting turned, it was like a connection to the one who turned you. There was just that feeling. Akashi was fond of calling it the bond, something present to two destined souls—or something like that—that gets stronger as they share the same blood in the process of turning.

"Shin-chan?" Takao asked again this time standing from his seat and walking to Midorima's desk. He leaned and snatched Midorima's eyeglasses, Midorima was about to protest when he was silenced with a pair of lips in his. Midorima's instinct kicked in and his eyes fluttered close, his fingertips ached to tangle with Takao's hair. He could hear Takao's thoughts in his head, telling him something about him being secretive and a tsundere. But his head was all mushy, he hated and loved this part of his nature. When it flickers it goes ablaze as soon as one could blink. He could swear if he opens his eyes now they must be glowing. Takao's arms found their way to his neck as he slowly broke the kiss faces inches away from the other. With a small pout Takao pressed their foreheads together. "I'm getting jealous of your attention to your brothers, really."

Midorima opened his eyes, they were glowing, Takao felt his heart thumped in his chest. He didn't really meant to provoke him but well, looks like it was what exactly happened. He felt Midorima's anxiousness and went to his office wanting to talk about it, knowing him the only thing that could riled him up like this is either he didn't get today's lucky item, or something about their family. Since he got him his lucky item that day, he knew the only thing that could get him this anxious would be his brothers. He wanted to calm him down but—his breathe hitched when he felt Midorima's sneaking up his neck. His fingertips sent shivers in his spine. "You should know better than kissing me during work." Midorima's voice was extremely seductive, Takao felt frozen under the gaze of the pureblooded. It was one of their abilities and he felt like a prey under those emerald pools.

"I was just…Shin-chan's worried so I—"

"Shut up."

Takao's eyes widen when Midorima kissed him full in the lips. His body immediately responded his heart pounding so fast he could swear Midorima can hear it too, and his face, God his face it feels like its burning a thousand degrees. It wasn't as always that Midorima initiate anything—because mostly when he did it escalates in levels he could leave your imagination for—that was why his body really makes him melt under his touch. It was always him but he was mostly granted with a glare or a stop it Takao. He could not help but moan in the kiss as Midorima's hand intelligently travel their way to his hair, tangling in the strands of his hair to his scalp. His senses was filled of his scent, he loves his scent so much. It smells like the rain, cold and comforting. Midorima bit his lower lip that made him gasp involuntarily, he could swear to all of the deities in Japanese Mythology that this would be escalating in something more if anything doesn't interfe—

KRIIIIIIIIING! KRIIING!

Takao lightly pushed Midorima to break a kiss for one, to breath, two to point the ringing. "Shin-chan…phone." He said out of breath. Midorima was about to kiss him back and forget about the phone when the phone rings again. Takao swore Midorima's eyes narrowed at the device as he let go of the raven haired, he could the bestial growl of the other as he grab the phone.

Takao with his heightened senses could hear the voice of the caller, he chuckled as Midorima's face contort into an ultimately annoyed. "Aomine, can you please just calm down and speak normally I could not under—"

Midorima paused and turned to Takao his eyes widening.

"Alright, I understand get him here I'll take care of it."

…

Kuroko loved to walk home, especially at night. He loved this kind of silence, the short walk provided him a time of his own, when he could stop thinking of others and be a little selfish. His hands still felt cold, it always does after doing it. It was such a tricky thing, he never really used his hands though, he had never touched them, he didn't need to. The rain didn't feel cold…really nothing really feels anything to him. He had long forgotten how the cold feels like in his skin, or how the heat feels burning against his skin. He had long forgotten the feeling of grief. He used to weep back then, he kept asking himself why it has to be him, why them? But time passes he had grown tired of trying to find the right of all these things, he had grown tired of waiting for that day when he will see the beauty in these ashes.

His brothers, that was what is left of him and to protect them in this world where their existence is perpetually challenged by the natural order he has to be this kind of creature. He have thrown all those things that wasn't necessary for him as a shadow. Maybe that was why he gradually lost the ability to feel, to relate. He didn't need them.

But the world is in constantly opposing him, everything he believes the world loves to shift it the moment he decided upon it. And just like that he saw him standing there holding a vinyl umbrella, his other hand was tucked in the pocket of his hooded maroon jacket. He blinked twice, was his eyes making things up? There must be something wrong with his sense, was getting drenched in the rain made his senses faulty? Ah but that never happened before. He felt the man's eyes on him and he walked to him. Something in the back of his mind told him to run, there was no particular reason or if there was…his consciousness has no idea about.

"it's okay, he can't see you."

Kuroko remembered, ah, yes…something bitter stirred in him, yes…that was right, no one really sees him. It was partly figurative and both literal. He didn't knew if it was a part of him as that but ever since he could remember no one seems to see him if he doesn't announce his presence. He mentally sighed, what was he thinking?

"Nobody really sees me so…its okay, I'm sure he's just going to pas—

"You're that teacher right?"

Kuroko was taken aback. He…He can…see me—it was the first time, a human…he stared at the man. His eyes looking at him, at him. It was really him in those pools of fiery red eyes. He is looking at him. For the first ever in his life…someone saw him and looked at him—a human nonetheless. His throat felt dry and he could not muster any words.

"What are you doing here, you caught in the rain or something?" he asked casually.

"Yes…something akin to that, how about Kagami-kun?" Kuroko was fast in his feet to gather his senses, thank goodness he was able to pull him his poker face. Kagami didn't seem to feel any lies to the other's words and nodded.

"Ah yeah, I was out eating at Maji well I kinda heard from the news, so I bought one with me in case." He said, out of the blue Kagami walked closer, Kuroko could hear his inner thoughts shouting him to tell the man he has something to do and leave him right away but something kept him glued to his spot. Kuroko could not hide his surprise anymore when the man shared his umbrella with him. "I'll walk you home?"

It was a question, he should have said no, he should have refused, he should have excused himself.

But he didn't. He was lost for words, lost for anything, and everything was starting to challenge his nature. He didn't knew what has gotten into him, Kagami grin as he walked with him. Finally this close, Kuroko noticed the height gap which made him quite self conscious, it was the same kind of self consciousness he has whenever he was with Aomine or Midorima… or rather with Murasakibara, but something was different. Kagami asked where he lived and Kuroko pointed at the street saying he'll be okay since Kagami's place might have been nearer and that would inconvenience to the red head, but the man insisted. As soon as the conversation died down Kagami started another—a practically one-sided one, Kuroko figured the man was quite the funny one, in a span of few minutes he had learned the man was an avid basketball fan—he really is like Aomine-kun, he thought as the man continued talking. It was quite refreshing hearing such noise.

"Ah, now that I think about it aren't you cold?" Kagami suddenly asked.

"Not really." Kuroko answered.

Kagami laughed, "Seriously, you're weird."

"How so?"

Kagami paused for a minute trying to get his tongue in for the right words, but of course he failed and ended up saying what was exactly the word that his brain produced, "You presence doesn't have a scent."

Kuroko was frozen. He stopped in his tracks making Kagami do the same. Did he just…did he just said that he didn't have a scent? Kuroko's eyes glowed for a moment before he stared straight at Kagami. Could it that Kagami was…could it that this man is one of those. But if he is he could have figured his scent a thousand miles away, but…he didn't smell anything like it. "Who are you?" Kuroko asked his voice was in its usual tone but he was sure to make the man feel the threat in his voice.

"W-Wha—Hey, I didn't mean anything okay?" Kagami said fearing he might have probably offended the other, "I just, uhm, how should I put it?...Ah, well you're just like that you know people who are dangerous reeks of danger, people who are nice reeks of that, but you…you're like…just mystery."

Kuroko searched the man's eyes for lies, but there was none. His eyes soften. He shook his head, "I'm sorry…I'm just…"

"Yeah I know culture?" Kagami laughed and dismissed it, "Sorry, I'm just new around so, well some things are just a little—anyways, that's just wrong of me, I'll try to speak more Japanese."

Kuroko felt like laughing at that, what does he mean by more Japanese? His antics was undeniably funny, that he had to admit. But thinking about his words Kuroko thought he had to be careful of this man. He must not mean to have actually smelled his presence but the fact that he could tell is something. There were only few people with such heightened senses, and knowing that, they were the ones they should be careful most of. The secret they kept and protected for decades will be all in vain if they don't take measures.

" Kagami-kun I'll take it from here." Kuroko said reaching the corner of the street. Kagami scratched his back Kuroko felt a bit of the other's hesitation, but sighing the man nodded. Kuroko bowed in thanks. "I appreciate your help Kagami-kun."

"Hn." Kagami replied, "Oh and you shouldn't really walk in the rain like that, if you have something in your mind you should talk about it with someone you trust not thought of it all on your own under the rain."

Kuroko's eyes widen as the man turned his back. How did he…

"I'll see you around, Kuroko."

It was the first time…

Someone saw right through him.

…

Midorima frowned at the sight, in his side Takao checked the apparatuses, the intern diligently wrote the stats in his clipboard. It has been a while, thinking about that made his blood pump but he was sure of one thing, Akashi will not take this lightly. There was no territory anymore, they were in the human territory but the fact that it was what caused this is enough of a valid reason for Akashi to boil. And that was the last thing Midorima wanted. The wounds weren't that bad or were they that light either, and the sent that reeked from it he knew exactly who did what. He made sure to clean the wounds though just in case, and for his own ease too.

He hated that scent.

"Shin-chan, all is well here." Takao said looking at the clipboard.

Midorima nodded, he turn to Aomine who stood in the corner of the room his arms crossed in his chest. "So mind telling me how on Earth you got yourself in this?" Midorima asked raising his eyebrow at the tanned male.

Earlier…

Aomine sat on his office desk, most of his colleagues went on their happy-pay-day-drink-galore aside of course from him which their superintendent decided to leave the whole station to saying it was his punishment for all the too violent arrest he had the past few days. He was too rough on the criminals he said. He is strong, alright but sometimes…okay, most of the time he does save the day with a beaten up-barely recognizable criminal in hand. Yes the criminal did put a fight but, well it was quite a way to take down someone. But honestly that really doesn't bother him, humming in content Aomine flipped through the pages of his newest Horikata Mai photo book. Thank heavens for Kuroko for slipping the magazine from Akashi, the little brat despite looking all angel-like for all he knew is the most thwarting of them all. Maybe because he knew Akashi favored him most?

Aomine's senses perked up when suddenly as the thunder roared he heard an unusual noise. Raising a brow he peeked from the magazine to the door of the station, he can never be wrong about his senses he thought. He heard a yelp. His eyes scanned the room, closing his eyes he focused in the radius of the room, every nook and crannies, there was nothing. Focusing even more Aomine tried to listen more carefully. He could hear the AC's sound, the droplets of the water to the asphalt outside, the sound of the pages of the magazine slightly brushing against each other, and a sobs and whimpers.

Wait, sobs and whimpers?

Aomine immediately stood slamming the magazine in the desk. No one's in the room, if then, someone is outside. He could hear it now, he thought. An erratic beating of heart, whatever it is human or not it was either nervous or scared. He placed his hand over his gun as he swiftly made his way to the door.

"H-Help…"

Aomine's eyes widen, carefully he pushed the door open. As he did he was assaulted by a mix of scent, a familiar disgusting scent and a foreign addicting scent. He quickly tuned to find the source of the scent and there in the corner of the station curled in a ball hugging his knees was a blonde. Aomine bit his lips, his instinct was in hay-wire he didn't knew what to feel exactly to be disgusted yet there was this…blood. His heart was thumping in his chest, the blonde was covered in blood, in his blood and it just—but then again there was another scent it was that scent and it turned his stomach upside down. The blonde's head rose and his face was visible, his amber eyes was visible in Aomine's eyes. He could not help but admire them.

But all of thise thoughts went blank when the man's lips move, "Thank…God." Then the figure slumped to the concrete. Aomine panicked as he can hear the man's erratic pulse slowing…too slow.

Quickly Aomine held the body up shaking it up, "Hey, wake up, don't sleep—fuck!" Aomine cursed the man's breathing was turning shallow and his wounds were exposed he could feel his fangs growing. He quickly fished his phone and dialed the number he knew could help him right away.

Present time…

"I'm impressed you were able to stop yourself from well…" Midorima stared at the blonde man in respirator. The damages were mostly in the young man's chest, there were in his arms too, he must have put up a fight. The young man was beautiful, the perfect prey for…Midorima shook his head, he must keep this a secret, this is an isolated case anyway. "He'll be fine."

"Too bad his skin is so pretty, this might scar." Takao added.

Aomine sighed and flopped to the armchair, "Don't give a damn, the thing we have to take on is the fact that that bastard is somewhere near."

"He never learns." Midorima said looking back at the blonde, "We must try and keep this out of Akashi's knowing, let's treat this as an isolated case. I erased the scent of from him."

Aomine nodded, "That's I think is better, the bastard won't find us anyway…or so I hope."

Midorima shook his head. The least they need is for that to come back. Midorima turned to Takao, no, he didn't want that near anyone…not his family, not to Takao. Takao's eyes widen, probably heard what Midorima had in mind, Takao gave a smile, the smiled that reassured him no matter what the hell the world threw at him. Only he wished this smile will never be taken away—not by that man.