I'll be honest, I'm not really sure if this chapter is good or not. Most of you readers would expect a continuation from the previous chapter, but that's not my style so here goes. But don't fret, you'll still find out what happened in the encounter. I do not own Kuroko No Basuke.

It was calling to him.

The violin.

Kuroko's body moved by itself, through the platter of drizzling rain as he stopped and stared down at the dead body before him, he stared at the face, and recognised the man. It was that violinist from that night...

'Come Tetsuya,' whispered a sweet feminine voice as his pale eyes stared down at the two toned violin. It was green and black. It seemed to be calling for him. 'Come Tetsuya...' It whispered to him again as his body bent down next to the cold dead corpse, his hands reaching out as he plucked the violin away... A sense of power overwhelmed him within moments as he watched the tones change to pale blue and black.

A sudden urge fell over him as the teen shuddered within his cool wet skin. He felt possessed in a way. Shunning his eyes, his hands slowly moved as he stood straight and began to play. With each stroke he saw ghost, with each swift he saw the world and with each sound that played, he felt the energy of the world within the palm of his hands. When the song was over, he stared down at his palms. His eyes wide. He didn't know what came over him that night, but suddenly, he became incredibly talented with playing the violin. As if the spirit of a genius awakened within him. It felt incredible...

Was this how the Generation of Miracles felt? How Kagami felt?

He laughed to himself, tears streaming down his face, covered by the rain. No wonder they left him.

The next morning, the newspaper had reported that the man had been shot. No news about a missing violin, and his parents never noticed. His grandmother perhaps did, however, she never asked.

A few months later... Kuroko disappeared all together. Along with him, he brought his enchanted violin.

His fingers lightly traced the smooth glossy surface of his instrument before he placed it carefully in its custom made violin case, gently zipping it shut before he securely strapped the case to his back. Grabbing his sunglasses, Kuroko left Arcana Manor through his balcony. Landing smoothly on the ground as he began walking away, he had stuff to do.

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"Tokyo City still remains under heavy lock down as Arcana has refused to allow any escape, threatening to bomb the entire city of Tokyo all together if armed forces intervene. Their motives are currently unknown, but we can only pray for the safety of innocent civilians within the barricade."

"Watching the news?" asked a voice beside the brown haired teen as he stared to see his visitor.

"Kuroko-Kun," said the patient, seeing the bluenette, sitting on the ledge of his open window.

Kuroko climbed into the private hospital ward, "Kiyoshi-Senpai," replied the teen as he walked over to his former teammate.

Kiyoshi Teppei had shortly left the Seirin team after the Winter Cup due to his injury, he had not been there when the incident had occurred. After the incident, it seemed that he was completely unaware of what had happened but had his suspicions when Hyuuga and Riko refused to look him in the eye when it came to the sensitive topic of Seirin's missing Phantom. Not that they were aware he had disappeared. It was a year later when Kuroko had suddenly reappeared in the ex-basketball player's life, suddenly sitting on his window ledge at the dead of night, a dark violin in hand. Kiyoshi had taken one look at him, and could already tell that he was no longer the same teen that was once his beloved Kouhai.

He had dressed differently, opting for a black coat and dark sunglasses as he carried a air of coldness and grief. Kuroko had at first been reluctant to talk, simply sitting on the ledge, playing songs for him on the violin but soon opened up. He confessed about what had happened to him, and admitted that he ran away from home after he was invited to join a group. He promised Kiyoshi that one day, he would bring them on a journey together.

Kiyoshi had believed him.

He should have known that the look of madness in Kuroko's eyes were genuine as he switched the television off. "Is this what you meant?" asked Kiyoshi. "Sending the city of Tokyo into dust, trapping people?"

Kuroko didn't respond at first before saying, "Why did you think I had you transferred here so suddenly," said Kuroko, "they wouldn't have let you live, Kiyoshi-Senpai, and I wanted to keep you safe."

It happened a month ago when on a day like this, Kuroko had snuck in through the locked window of Kiyoshi's hospital ward.

"Kuroko?"

"We need to move you." said Kuroko bluntly as he pressed a button calling for a nurse. "Something is about to happen." He said, his eyes looking away, refusing to meet Kiyoshi's. "Something big." He whispered.

Kiyoshi raised a brow as a nurse came him, Kuroko strolled up to her before holding out an envelope to her. "I need this patient transferred to St Maria's Private Institution by tomorrow," stated Kuroko. Kiyoshi watched as the woman opened the Manila envelope to reveal a stack of new cash. Hundred US dollar bills.

The nurse nodded wordlessly as she stared at the emblem that sealed the envelope warily. "It shall be done, Sir."

The next day, Kiyoshi found himself being driven to the countryside, outside the confines of the city, to a new hospital. The view was better, but Kiyoshi couldn't figure out why Kuroko had urgently wanted him out of Tokyo.

Now he knew why.

Kiyoshi's eyes never looked away from Kuroko's as he patted a spot next to him, ushering for the teen to take a seat. Despite Kuroko's cold demanor, Kiyoshi knew that his heart was still like a child's lost in darkness. He had gone to look for comfort, and he had found one... On the dark side. His comfort became pain, grief and revenge.

'I've failed,' that had been Kiyoshi initial thought as he watched Kuroko spiral further into darkness. He had failed as the team's anchor, he had failed as Iron Heart altogether. But that was past.

Kuroko reluctantly took a seat beside him, on his bed as the blue haired musician uncomfortably shifted. Kiyoshi took a deep breath as he placed a hand on Kuroko's head, his deep eyes staring down into Kuroko's dead voids. "How do you feel Kuroko?" asked Kiyoshi.

He could see it. A slightly glint of satisfaction in Kuroko's eyes as a small smile formed on Kuroko's lips. "It feels great, seeing their faces." said Kuroko, his eyes lost in the moment. "To see them bare the guilt, their expressions... It feels wonderful," continued Kuroko. "Because now they no how I felt... Trapped in a broken world with no escape from the faith that awaits them." The Phantom smiled, his face expressing pure bliss as he reminisced the earlier events of today. "You should have seen them, Kiyoshi-Senpai..." He told him. "It was priceless."

'Kuroko...' Kiyoshi could only sigh. He knew Kuroko was far too gone to help now, all he could do was to stand back and let the teen continue. Kiyoshi made a vow though, a vow to always be there for the Phantom. No matter what happens to him. Kiyoshi had failed Kuroko once -he wasn't going to let it happen again. If he needed a shoulder to cry on, he would be there. If he needed someone to protect him in hell... So let it be him.

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Tokyo, a city that was once great, had now been reduced to nothing but a waste land within a matter of days. Roads and paths out of Tokyo's City had been barricaded, Arcana had thought of everything. All transportation had been stopped, destroyed. There was no way out.

Kagami hugged himself tighter as this winter was exceptionally colder than usual as he stared back at the where the Stadium had once stood.

Rubble laid in remains, nobody had bothered to clean it up or even fix it. Glancing down at the time displayed on his mobile phone, Kagami noted that it was almost seven pm. Beneath his breath he cursed. Ever since Arcana had made Tokyo their little cage, with the citizens as their guinea pigs, a curfew had been laid. Everyone was to be off the streets by seven pm, or else they would suffer consequences.

At first, Kagami had thought they were lying to scare them but after the moment he read the morning paper the next morning, he didn't dare defy that curfew. Minor Arcana members had shot people found outside after curfew, the images released to the media weren't even censored. He felt like vomiting when he caught sight of those images. Was this what Kuroko had wanted?

Unconsciously, Kagami's fist clenched tight as he remembered the day he first laid eyes on his ex-teammate in two years.

Kuroko took a step forward, dropping down from the building before landing firmly on his feet with ease in front of them. They couldn't move. Their entire bodies were paralysed as they watched him walk closer towards them, but then he stopped. His smile vanished as his face became emotionless; cold... Dark.

"So here we are," said Kuroko, an amused smile slithering on his lips as he eyed each and every person before him. "Isn't this wonderful?" He said. "How we're all reunited once again?" He asked them.

Nobody responded.

Breaking the silence, Akashi spoke up, "Why?" He asked. Despite the red head's calm outer expression, there was no denying the fear that was peaking within him. Kuroko emitted an aura, one associated heavily with death. Something neither Akashi possessed in the past.

Kuroko's smile dropped, his head dipping down as his hair hid his eyes. Kagami gulped as he felt the temperature drop within seconds, he didn't like this. "Why, you ask?" A low dangerous voice erupted from Kuroko, stunning his former comrades once more. "You mean you idiots haven't figured it out? Are you that dumb? I thought at least one of you bloody backstabbers would have figured it out by now?" Kuroko exclaimed suddenly as he lifted his head up, shocking most of his former friends. His words made them flinch with every insult he spat. The Phantom jumped, landing on top of a lamp post as he balanced on one leg with ease. "Did that story not give you a hint?"

Realisation dawned upon brighter faces, Momoi covered her mouth. "That story was for us..." She said.

"Yes," replied Kuroko as he stared down at them from where he stood. "That day you all betrayed me -I lost it..." Kuroko began to laugh as Kagami felt the chills run down his spine. "That day... Did you think I would just let you all walk away from me? I made you all what you were, and you just left me there... Standing all alone in the state of devastation, all alone in the shadows? Taking my dreams along with you as you left! Do you think I could ever forgive for what you did to me?" asked Kuroko. "No, I didn't deserve any of that. I never did." He told them. "I just wanted to be happy, but I guess I can never be happy." His head looked to the sky, his eyes lost within the clouds as he pondered. "And I thought Hanamiya was low, but I guess your even more trashier than him." Kuroko chuckled.

"Kurokocchi..." Whispered Kise.

Kuroko's head instantly snapped to glare heatedly at him, "Don't call me that," he said bluntly as the blonde took a frightened step back. The intensity of the glare, it was too much for Kise. It was just so full of hate, angst and cruelty. Kuroko pulled his gaze away as he looked back up into the sky. "... I didn't want this to happen. I never wanted this life, all I wanted was to become a national basketball player, playing with you guys... As a team," he said, a soft sullen smile on his lips. He laughed and shook his head, bringing his hand to his face as he ran it through his styled hair. "But I guess not," he glared hard at them, "you made me do this..." They flinched from his words. "It's all your faults." With that Kuroko jumped, vanishing before their eyes as they stood there in stunned silence.

They never got a chance to explain their reasons, their actions. No, Kuroko Tetsuya had already decided. They were guilty to him, they would always be. His final words haunted them, replaying constantly in their minds like a chant. A phrase that even Akashi could not erase.

'You made me do this...'

Kagami's fist clenched. 'What have we done...' He gritted his teeth angrily.

"Isn't it a bit late to be out?" said a soft voice, pulling Kagami out of his thoughts.

The red head turned as he spotted a small figure wrapped from head to toe in clothes. He could vaguely make out the colour of the person's eyes, hidden in the shadow of the scarf. They were light blue. It just made him feel even worse than before as he remembered the phantom sixth man. His face, his words. They were just burnt into his mind -taunting him. "Yeah," replied Kagami as he continued to walk home, picking up his pace a little, leaving the person behind.

The figure stood silently as a huge wave of mist slowly wrapped the around the person, and then the figure was gone. The mist drifted away, slowly making its way back home as it crossed over the city before moving across the countryside.

Kuroko opened his balcony door as he watched the wave of white come closer, he closed his eyes before he felt a pair of arms wrap around him from behind. "You have interesting friends," said a soft soothing voice.

"Had, Second," replied Kuroko as he closed the doors, shutting out the rest of the mist. "I had interesting friends." The arms dropped from his waist as he walked over to his desk, and plucked a new sheet of music to play.

Second undid her scarf, releasing her waves of dark brown hair. "It won't be long now," said Second, her fingers gently caressing the soft material between her fingers. "Before the whole world will end..."

Kuroko nodded silently, placing the sheet music on a stand before him as he grabbed his violin. "We knew what we were getting into, Second," He replied, tuning the instrument carefully at its head. "In the end, we knew we would all just die along with them."

Second smiled grimly at him, her lips strained as her dead emotionless eyes stared blankly as he begun to play. It was a sad melody. She made her way to him, pausing for a moment to admire his strong stance as he stood before she glanced at the title. 'To Zanarkand' it read. "This song seems to be newer than most of your pieces," stated Second as she glanced at her hands, slowly gripping the air.

Kuroko noted her actions. "Your illness is getting worse," he said.

"Fifth says that it won't be long now..." Second clenched her hand into a fist before wincing slightly, Kuroko's hand paused from playing. "So when does Act Two start?" She asked him.

Kuroko resumed his playing, "It's already done. It was a rather short Act, if I'd have to say." said the bluenette.

Second blinked, she was confused. "All you did was talk to them," she said, recalling the confrontation. "What does that do?"

"Everything." He simply stated, his hands weaving elegantly with each note. "The beauty of human psychology, Second. With every word, I reminded them of their fatal actions that then catalsyted the destruction of Tokyo. My final statement should have left a piece in their minds. A reminder that triggers the feeling of guilt every time they remember, it's like a never ending cycle of guilt." He told her. "It's killing them alive, ripping their mind and humanity apart bit by bit. Stronger minds would be able to live normally, but weaker ones, with minds easily affected would suffer in agony. A punishment worst that death. It's perfect for people like them."

Second silently shut her eyes, "That's brilliant, Zero." She told him. She winced as a sudden pain invaded her wrist, she gasped. Kuroko turned, staring at her with blank eyes, a hint of worry in them. "I'm fine, Zero, I think I should go." She picked up her scarf from the table before she made her way out of the phantom's room, forcing herself to walk to the room where she could regain her strength. She needed to live, she had to be all live for the final act. She had to make sure that he died.

'Kuroko Tetsuya has to die.'

And there you have it. Yes, Kiyoshi does have a vital role in this story, you'll find out more next chapter.