Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroko no Basuke

"So, what did you want to talk about, Tetsu?" A dark skinned teen glanced at a teal haired boy who was trotting beside him. They were going home after a yet another victorious game. "Is it him again?" He snorted at the image of a golden haired team mate.

The smaller boy nodded. "I think… I think he's going to find out. I don't know what to do, Aomine-kun."

Their eyes locked for a brief moment, but Aomine closed his eyes. He took a deep breath before opening them again. "He's not going to find out. No one will. You're overestimating him. It's not like he…" Kuroko silenced him with a glare, washing the grin from his face. "It got worse already?"

The smaller youth sighed. "It's getting worse with every passing day. If he finds out, he's going to hate me for sure." He clenched his chest and a pained smile tugged at his lips. "This is disgusting, after all."

"It's not disgusting!" Aomine barked. "Sigh. Tetsu, he's not going to hate you. He's an idiot and he would never even think of you as disgusting. You know that."

Heavy silence fell on the two.

"Tetsu?" Aomine finally said, glancing at the boy.

Kuroko glanced back, eyebrows furrowed. "I have to make some distance between me… and him." He said finally.

Aomine's expression turned aghast when the meaning of the smaller boy's words sank in. "You don't mean…"

"That's my answer, Aomine-kun."

"But you love basketball!" Aomine snapped. "You can't do this!"

"I can. Because I love him more." Kuroko whispered. He was just as shocked as the other teen.

"Fuck…" The tan youth looked at Kuroko, who was gaiting in silence beside him. "Don't do this, Tetsu."

"That's the only way." He repeated. More to himself than to Aomine. He peeped at him, eyes meeting.

Aomine examined Kuroko's determined expression and sighed. "Lets play one more time, Tetsu."

A small smile found it's way to Kuroko's poker expression. "Sure."

A few days later Kuroko turned in his withdrawal notice. And just like that Teiko middle's basketball team lost its 6th man. He still had small chats with all of the generation of miracles. With all except one. The phantom avoided any contact with a certain blonde model at all costs. Even though he thought he could do it if it was just chatting for a few minutes, the lump in his throat wouldn't let him breathe, yet alone talk. The feelings he accumulated over the years for the other teen were far from innocent. He sometimes even felt like he was some kind of a love struck fangirl. But all he really wanted was to be by his side.

"Hey, Tetsu, are you sure about this?" Two blue haired youths were walking home, both eating an ice lolly.

"Yes, I am." The other responded, although his voice sounded convinced, his eyes were telling otherwise.

"Kise was looking for you again today. Although he is an idiot, he noticed your…" Aomine gestured at the smaller boy with his hand. "Attitude towards him."

They walked quietly for a while. Kuroko sighed. "I know."

And as if on cue, a boy emerged from behind a corner. He slashed a smile and with a few wide steps closed the distance between the two.

"Hey Aominecchi! You didn't happen to see Kurokocchi after that, did you?" He asked while looking around.

"Like I said, haven't seen him."

"Hnn… I was sure you always go home together after school." He narrowed his almond shaped eyes. "Just tell me if you see him, ok? Because he won't answer my calls no matter how many times I call." He whined and strode off.

Aomine looked around. "That Tetsu, where did he go?"

"Nowhere far." A familiar voice deadpanned.

"You're ought to stop that. Both of them." Aomine retorted.

Kuroko's eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"I'm sorry I pulled you into this. You even have to lie to your friend because of me, too."

Aomine grinned and ruffled Kuroko's teal coloured hair. "It's fine. I'm always on your side. Even when we're in different schools, I'll always be."

The phantom smiled. "Thank you, Aomine-kun."

Phew. Writing fanfics is hard work.

Anyway, this is Kuroko's side of the story. I have no idea why I have this thing for these kinds of stories, but that's how it is.

Hope you'll like this either way.

~Monetti