Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroko no Basket, Fujimaki Tadatoshi owns Kuroko no Basket and its characters. I respect that and please keep in mind that I am not Fujimaki Tadatoshi so when I write his characters they will not come out the same.

I do own Takashi Kuroko, he is my OC, but I do not have a concrete image for him, so he is growing and becoming more realistic with time (as realistic as manga characters can get).


"Little Tetsu-chan," The voice chimed from outside of Tetsuya Kuroko's bedroom door. He remained silent, too tired and weak to reply.

The door popped open, revealing Kuroko's cousin, Takashi Kuroko. Although they shared appearances their personalities didn't match. Kuroko was the passive, indifferent one, while Takashi was the expressive, trouble maker.

"It's time to take your medicine, so you can go to school tomorrow." He said with a dark grin.

"Leave me alone," Kuroko grumbled rolling over his side, pulling his blanket over his head. This was the most emotion or reaction Kuroko ever showed, but it spoke volumes.

Takashi sighed, "Fine I'm leaving it right here, There is a pot of soup on stove, just shout if you want some." He hovered over Kuroko's bed, staring down with a frown, "You know I really didn't do anything this time."

This time, Kuroko thought a little bitterly. The reason why he was missing a second day of school was because of Takashi's tampering with his medicine.

Takashi shrugged, "If you don't trust me than ask Auntie." With that he left the room, leaving the door cracked.

Takashi entered the living room where Kuroko's mom sat on the couch watching a designing show with the usual indifferent stare that her son had inherited. She had long black hair pulled back in a bun, and dark brown eyes. She was the baker of her own bakery shop, which was currently booming in business.

"Taka," She said looking over at him with calculating eyes, "Why don't you stop by Tetsu's school and get any missing assignments, you also might as well tell his basketball team that he won't be able to make it to practice again."

Takashi went limp, falling over the loveseat in front of him, "Why can't he just call his team like he did yesterday?" He grumbled into the cushion.

"I'll cook you your favorite cakes." She bribed.

Takashi lifted his head to look at her, "But I have a soccer match coming up, so I can't eat junk."

His aunt sighed, "I suppose I will have to cook five of your favorite sweets, and deliver them after your game."

Takashi popped up, "Alright, I'll be back soon." Once he had his tennis shoes slipped on he was out the door at a jog.

Her lips twitched into a smile in satisfaction.

Takashi wasn't really a member of his soccer team, he could belong to just one club, the soccer team just borrowed him from time to time, just like the Track team, the Baseball team, and occasionally the Tennis team. So he didn't attend practices regularly, most of the time when he exercised he did it on his own time long before club activity hours. He was athletic and fairly popular for it. His grades were so-so, but if he actually studied like most students than he would be just a bit above average.


Takashi made it to his cousin's school, Seirin High, in near record time. His heart raced and he was sweating, but he was full of energy. He forced himself to slow, and on a whim decided to mess around. He forced himself to wear the indifferent stare that his aunt and cousin always had. He had done his best to perfect the look to fool his own parents and his aunt and uncle. However his aunt was the only one to really be able to tell Takashi apart.

He ghosted by students heading for home, either they had cleaning duty or their club activities finished way early. No one noticed Takashi. His cousin hadn't been alone when he perfected misdirection; in fact Takashi often helped develop new moves without meaning to. Two minds were indeed better than one.

Without any needed help, Takashi found the office, and after repeating himself several times, he managed to get Kuroko's missing assignments, and also the suggestion to borrow notes from a classmate. Apparently the teacher had mistaken Takashi as his cousin, which was what he had intended.

It was hard not to snicker with satisfaction as he headed towards Kuroko's classroom, although no one would notice him even if he burst out into a fit of laughter. The classroom was near empty, so Takashi decided that Kuroko could retrieve his missing notes when he came back.

Now he would mess with Kuroko's basketball team, people that were surely to know the normal, average, everyday Kuroko that Takashi knew. Maybe if he had thought about his plan a little longer he could've gotten his aunt to raise her bribery.

Inside the gym, the various players were getting shouted at by a female student. He wondered over to her, knowing that she was the coach, at least from the little information Kuroko leaked.

"Excuse me," Takashi said standing just barely out of her eye sight.

She stiffened before she looked at him, "Kuro…ko…" The longer she stared the more she seemed unsure, "Did you get taller?" She asked looking him over with a wary eye.

Takashi shrugged, "Probably."

She frowned, "I thought you were absent," She snapped, "Well get out there, we need to work on your endurance.

Takashi was about to sigh in annoyance. Where all coaches the same? He set down the things he had collected and joined the group jogging around the gym, letting a small smile slip.

"When did you get here Kuroko?" The tallest man in the group grumbled leading the team in the job; he didn't seem to struggle like the few in the back, probably freshmen.

"Just now," Takashi replied forcing himself to once again wear the expressionless mask. His short replied seemed to irritate the red haired giant.

They jogged around the gym about seven more times before Takashi realized the surprised stares, reminding him that his cousin wasn't a long distanced runner. He slowed his pace one step at a time, until he was near the back struggling between stopping and returning to his normal pace. That seemed to relieve suspicion.

"Should you really be running so much? Weren't you gravely ill?" One of the guys in the back huffed, struggling to talk as he ran. Takashi shrugged, to focused to talk, maybe he shouldn't have ran to his cousin's school.

"Okay, enough with warm ups," The coach called, Takashi leaned against the red haired giant, mistaking him as a wall.

"Maybe you should take it easy…" He said looking down at Takashi with an amused stare.

Takashi pushed off of him, "I'm fine," He nearly snapped but was trying to catch his breath so it lost its sharpness, luckily.

"We're going to run through circuits about ten times," The coach said with a malicious smile, it seemed like the team weren't too pleased by the idea.

"Ten times seems a bit…extreme," Takashi commented, unsure how suspicious his comment would make him.

The coach turned her glare on him, but then looked at the others, "It is needed to improve your skills." She sent them away with the blow of her whistle, no one dared argued for fear that their training would be increased.

Takashi wasn't really a basketball player, his school, Shuutoku, already had a strong basketball team, so he wasn't needed. He did know more than the basics, from a year of playing it in middle school, and every once in a while, whenever he spent time at his aunt's and uncle's he would play against Kuroko.

Everyone was focused on practice, so Takashi didn't have to worry about keeping up his act that much, because he too was focused on keeping up with everyone. This was nothing like the hell the soccer coach put him through whenever he went to soccer practice, or maybe the level was a bit equal.

By the time he was finished with the tenth 'circuit', Takashi was slumped against the wall, uncomfortably sweaty.

"Kuroko looks like he's about to die," Said a cat-faced boy, though he didn't look any better than Takashi.

"Everyone split into teams of three, and go three on three until you reach ten points, then switch the teams you're going against. Kuroko I need to speak with you." The coach said with a wary gaze.

Takashi pushed himself from the floor, which he had quickly fallen to, and trotted to the coach.

"I think you've got a good eye," Takashi said dropping the mask to grin; everyone was too busy to spare a curious gaze towards the two. "What gave me away?"

The coach's gaze lowered, "You're stats are too high,"

Takashi quirked an eyebrow. "Stats?" He questioned, wondering what she was talking about.

"Muscle, weight, height, stuff like that, you were to fast, and your kept smiling every once and awhile. Also Kuroko wouldn't be carrying make up work from today." She pointed out, glancing at the papers Takashi left out in the open, it had today's current date and some page references on the top page.

Takashi shrugged, "Well it wouldn't be any fun if I didn't leave enough clues." He glanced at the mini matches; the club members were all so serious about basketball. "I'm glad that Tetsu's found his way back to basketball, he was so glum for a long time."

He held turned his smile towards the coach.

"Maybe I'll visit again when Tetsu-chan is here, I'm sure that will be most interesting." He gave a halfhearted bow, "Don't tell the others, just make up a convincing excuse why Kuroko went home early," He winked at her, and retrieved his stuff before lightly jogging out of the gym.


Takashi left Kuroko's assignments on his desk. He admired Kuroko being able to survive daily practices that begun like that, maybe he would attend soccer practice more than he was. He ruffled his cousin's hair, not at all worried that he would disturb Kuroko's sleep. He no longer had a fever.


So yeah another crappy half hearted chapter, i'm sure its full of mistakes... but i had fun at writing it lol, and well i still need to practice and develop Takashi's character