A/N: It was about time I updated, but thankfully, I'm moving my updating pace to a regular basis now (maybe once a few weeks or once a month). Well, this is pretty short (compared to the length I usually barf out), but I hope ya'll like it anyways!

Kuroko's Hobbies

Hobby 04: Hello Kitty Collector

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Kagami wasn't sure what was going on at the moment, other than the obvious confusion, but he felt like he stepped into the twilight zone. It was strange, extremely surreal, downright horrifying and utterly pink, like girly pink. By far, it was the most baffling situation he has ever encountered, excluding the one time he once thought that babies were born when people of the opposite gender hugged and rolled all over each other in bed, thanks to the fact that he and Alex slept on the same bed when he was twelve, entangled when they woke up and freaking out (only him, though). Himuro, red-faced at that time, was too busy laughing his ass off over his ignorance to fully explain how the birds and the bees worked while Alex looked like she saw a puppy die and had to tell the authorities that she didn't do anything to it.

Currently, it resembled the previous described memory, only without the misunderstandings. Although Kagami wasn't sure if he was misunderstanding, dreaming or maybe even both. It was impossible to be both, since he wasn't high or drunk.

It's just that...

There were Hello Kitty(s) everywhere.

The walls, which was some Hello Kitty pattern he would probably never know in his life, were covered with big, white shelves that were probably meant for books, though Hello Kitty dolls were littered all over them, from top to bottom. Each Hello Kitty, as he observed (he didn't even know why he was observing, goddamn it), were aligned nicely and neatly in rows and decorated with various clothes or accessories. Though most of them were dolls (the standard one in different colors, a wedding dress, a ninja and even a fairy in a freakin' pink sparkly dress that would burn any mortal's eyes), there were also other Hello Kitty merchandise, like bottles, cups, wristbands, a few bottles of perfume, an ink stamp and a few McDonald versions he's seen before in America. There was even an expensive-looking statue studded with a few, obviously genuine diamonds!

While he had nothing against this... brand (was it even counted as a brand?), but the disturbing fact that he found this monstrous place in Kuroko's house. Not to mention, his friend was an only child, so it was impossible for this to belong to his sister, because he didn't even have one.

"Ah, so you found this place." said a voice from behind in monotone.

Kagami jumped away in surprise, biting his tongue in the tried to resist speaking vulgarly, but did so anyways. "Ouch, that fuckin' hurts like a bitch!" he shouted in English (so as long as Kuroko, the ever polite one, didn't understand what he was saying, it was all good), smirking internally when he noticed the small frown tugging at his friend's lips. "When did you get here?" he reverted his speech back to Japanese.

"Just a moment ago." replied Kuroko nonchalantly, staring into Kagami's eyes eerily. Kagami was slightly creeped out, though he tried his hardest to not let his discomfort show. "I see you've found... the room."

"'The room'?" echoed Kagami, raising an eyebrow. Well, if Kuroko was as horrified as he was when he opened the door to this, the way he said it would've been perfect. But this was in Kuroko's house, so he was accustomed to it. It sounded more like a warning anyways. "You mean this place full of Hello Kittys and junk?"

The shorter male stared silently, as if testing and observing Kagami. Unable to help it, Kagami shifted uncomfortably, because Kuroko had the power to probably even scare the crap out of the devil when he stared long enough into someone's soul (or in the devil's case, empty shell, since Kagami was at least 80% sure that the feared father of evil did not have a soul... then again, he wouldn't know, since Kagami fancied himself as a free thinker).

Another fact added into Kagami's confusion; Kuroko hissed. Like, actually snake hiss-hiss, that sort of hiss. "They are not junk." He gave an evil glare as the shorter ex-basketball player spat it out like poison and dirt.

The fiery redhead put up his hands in a defensive way very quickly. An angry Kuroko was a scary Kuroko and Kagami knew that very well. Seriously, look at all the times he's been scared shitless for being careless with his friend's vanilla milkshakes. Although Kagami secretly thought that it wasn't his fault at all (of course no one would look at the floor when they walked, right?), he valued his life more than the right thing.

"Alright, alright! Not junk, okay?!" he shouted, jumping away from the blank-faced boy, who was probably fuming within. Kagami couldn't tell but he trusted his gut feeling.

Kuroko retracted the scary aura ("Thank you!" Kagami shouted in English in his mind at this) when he realized that Kagami, for all his blunt and rash nature, did not mean to make a derogatory comment. It was just in Kagami's nature to be vulgar.

But Kuroko, being... well, Kuroko, did not say anything to clear up Kagami's doubts. Instead, he stared hard with his expressionless face.

Meanwhile, for Kagami, he really hated Kuroko's incapacity to show his emotions. He didn't know what the boy thought, so the only pacifist way he knew (he didn't want this to escalate into a fist fight) to solve the awkward silence and problem (which was not a problem at all) was to apologize sincerely and promise something as a peace offering.

Kagami spluttered out embarrassingly. Damn it, he wished he could use his fists to solve it. Though he might kill Kuroko and do more harm than actually salvage a friendship. "I'm sorry, okay?" he blushed beet red, his face matching with his hair. "Look, I'll even get you somethin'- uh, anything, so-"

Kuroko cut him off with a dark expression.

The American returnee gulped.

"Anything, you say?"

Kagami was beginning to have second thoughts on his choice.

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It has been two hours since Kagami queued up in the line to the ordering counter and it was as if the line did not move a single millimeter at all. He also wondered why he even bothered to wait in a queue at all when it was absolute chaos descending in the cramped fast food restaurant.

Kagami really regretted offering anything, but he has to stick to his word and bring back the promised treasure.

"This is Japanese lunch time rush!" exclaims Kagami in horrified realization as he waits in line for a special edition Hello Kitty McDonald's toy.

A/N: Please review! :D