Here we go everyone~ MitsukiSora-dessu is back with another update for Life and Death~. My little drabble series already has 4 reviews and honestly I'm in amazement. Thank you so much for reviewing so here's a little something I haven't done in a while~! Review Corner!

1. BlackCatAnimeGirl- I'm going to continue writing this until I have all members of the Generation of Miracles done. Since this is Kise's part that means I technically have about 3 more parts to do. Thank you for being my first review by the way~!2. hitomi65- Thank you very much~. Eventually I'll go back and do some editing to the chapters. ^^
3. xDarkxKurokox- I normally don't like character death but I was in a very angsty mood so pop goes the weasel and this came out of the hole. -^.^-' I'm glad that you find this story interesting~. I'll look forward to another review from you.
4. Jodie-chan- Though I feel a little guilty about making you cry, I can't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction for doing that. It means you're actually noticing the meaning behind the words I use and all that other stuff. So thank you so much. That makes me feel really happy.
5. mr-raindrops- Honestly I had been wondering what I was going to do with Midorima's since he's such a tsun-tsun about everything, but I figured I could throw in his passion for lucky items and his feelings towards Kuroko all in one go~. Kill two birds with one stone. ^^ He's the one that made me decide to set this series in the Teikou days too~. Good job Midorimacchi~.

Well that was my Review Corner so on a side note, does anyone know of a good picture I might be able to use for this drabble collection? -w-? I would really like to have one...

Part 3: Kise

Despite her beauty, Life is a wicked and cruel being. She gives you your first breath, lets you take your fill the magnificent gas known as oxygen, and enables you to be called a living being. But just as easily she tosses you aside into the grimy bone encased hands of her twin, Death. Sometimes it takes her years to grow bored, others days. Life has no need to keep track of time for she shall always be there. Only a single page is written in some cases, while in others an entire series can be formed. It all depends on who she has taken a fancy to. And her dear brother who was born into a role which does not match his feelings takes in those who were abandoned and shows them it is not the end.

Golden eyes lowered, a light tan faced turned up towards the ceiling while keeping his eyes trained on the reflective lens of a black camera. Being a model for a few years already, Kise Ryouta learned how to separate his personal affairs from his work affairs. It didn't matter how much he wanted to cry at that moment. He could not allow himself to halt his work. Even though all he wanted was to break down and cry.

Standing behind the photography, fingers laced together behind his back, Kuroko watched his friend work. Never before had he seen the amount of effort Kise put into his modeling career, how any shift of his muscles could ruin a particular shot needed and he'd have to start over again, or how he had to keep the emotions he felt in check. His light blue eyes stared into the beautiful golden eyes, noticing the obvious barrier placed to hide his real feelings. Kuroko felt his heart tighten at how the other boy had to restrain himself but even so he felt a sense of pride and unadulterated respect take its place. Kise wasn't letting his emotions control him from doing what needed to be done. And Kuroko couldn't have felt happier.

Kise didn't know why he did it but he looked at the area behind the man taking his pictures, his mind reeling when he saw the transparent figure of a young man he deeply admired and would forever respect. A smile which was so rarely ever seen directed straight at him, a form of gentleness in it that Kise thought he'd never see focused on himself. The blonde felt his mask fall out of place and with a quick apology he turned, walking away from the photo site. Already he could feel the tears gathering, threatening to spill right then and there, but he wouldn't let himself cry in front of the staff members. Questions flung themselves at his brain, left and right, front and back, vertical and horizontal...

Why weren't you there?

Why weren't you by his side?

What were you doing?

How could you let this happen?!

Over and over the questions repeated, different variations making his mind spin and his stomach churn. He risked a glance over his shoulder and sure enough Kuroko was there. Except just like he always did he stayed a step behind him while still standing by his side. Kise lost it as soon as he closed and locked the door to the dressing room. "Kurokochii… Kurokochii… Kurokochii…." The name of the young man with hair of blue cotton candy was spoken like a mantra, again and again and again. "Why won't you come back to me… to us?!" Raw pain laced his every word, his tears sliding like miniature crystals down his lightly tanned cheeks. "Why are you here when you aren't?!"

Kuroko stared, his previous smile fading away into a look of sadness when the blonde slid to his knees, his palms pressed against his eyes. He listened to the broken sobs, his heart clenching with each sound the other made, before finally reaching down to place his hand on the blonde locks.

"I wanted to thank you," he said as a way of explanation. "Kise-kun is very strong so please…" Kuroko paused, crouching down in front of Kise. Slowly he slid his fading hand down to the young mans' cheeks, using what little strength he had to make Kise lift his head. "Will you watch over everyone for me? Just in case…." His words were drifting, becoming more and quieter, making Kise's tears fall with greater quantity.

"Don't leave, Kurokochii!" It was fear, clear cut and painful. The ever cheerful blonde was scared, terrified, of losing one of his friends. "Please!" But he knew begging wouldn't help him. Neither would his tears. Despite knowing that though he couldn't make it stop.

"Thank you for being my friend, Kise-kun."