Yehaw, I forgot to post this yesterday, and I think that I'll make up for it by posting it today, and I'm sorry, I got busy. So anyway here is part four, hope you all enjoy and see you at the bottom!

IV.

He laid in his bed, knees to his chest. His phone was still held tightly in his hand, full of drafts of messages, all confused in nature. It was on the tenth draft or so that Kuroko figured out that he couldn't express his confusion and hurt into text, but he didn't trust himself to speak. There wasn't a guarantee that Aomine would even read his texts or answer his calls.

His words did sound final.

Kuroko held the phone tighter as the scene replayed itself, was it how he approached the other teen? Was it what he said? Or how he said it? He tried so hard to find reason in this. Aomine-kun should never look like that, and he was never meant to say those words, they were the inseparable light and shadow.

There was a knock on his door and Kuroko guessed that it was one of his parents or grandma. He didn't really hear what they said, but he heard dinner and inferred what they were asking.

"I'm not hungry at the moment. I don't feel well."

What part of that was a lie?

Kuroko sighed and tried to bring his knees tighter into his chest, and held the phone even tighter. He wasn't sure why he was holding onto the phone like a lifeline, logically he knew that no one else knew about what occurred, and Aomine-kun had to sit on things before he made his move( except when it concerned Kise).

At some point he must've fallen asleep, because he woke up when it was extremely dark. He blinked trying to get rid of the sleep in his eyes, and the pressure that was still behind him. Sitting up, he noted that his muscles were stiff, probably from staying in the same spot for so long.

He looked over to his alarm clock, unsure of where his phone was at the moment, the numbers read 3:09. He hadn't moved in at least nine hours. He really wanted a shower.

The bathroom was near enough to his room that he wouldn't wake anyone up getting to it, and the house was well soundproofed so he knew he wouldn't wake anyway. Standing up he heard something clatter to the floor. His phone.

He bent down and picked it up, and out of habit he checked to see anyone had tried to contact him. His phone only displayed the time and his background, which happened to be a bad selfie of him and Aomine that the latter they insist they take because of their partnership.

Kuroko threw his phone across the room, and heard with satisfaction as the device hit the wall with a loud.

He walked quickly into the bathroom and took the longest shower of his life. Letting the dirt and tears of the day go down the drain. Some part of him hoped that this was only a bad dream brought about getting knocked unconscious by a stay basketball.

He shook his head and continued to stand under the spray.

Kuroko only left after the hot water had turned cold. He stepped out. Walking past the mirror he realize that he couldn't see a thing; the steam from the mirror covered it completely. So instead of waiting until he could see his reflection, he opened the door and stepped out, watching as some of the steam mingled with air from the rest of the house.

He walked back to his room quickly, the rest of the house not as warm as the cocoon of heat he had created.

Back in his room he changed into his pajamas, and before he headed back to his bed, he retrieved his phone. There was little hope from him that in the time he was gone that someone would've contacted him. Flipping his phone open all he saw was the time, surprised to see that he had been gone for more than an hour, and the taunting picture again.

Without thinking much of it he turned his camera on and covered the lens with his finger until the screen was completely black, then he clicked capture. He set that as his background.

With that done he turned back to his bed and plugged his phone into charge. Once again he found himself laying with his back turned to his phone, staring at his room. He stayed like that to wound up to sleep.

Most of night he thought about what he could've done to change the outcome, he was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice his room getting steadily brighter, or the sounds of his father getting ready for work.

Another sleepless night and an equally miserable day at school.

Of course then he had some sort of inkling that these days might happen more in the future, if things kept going in the way that they were.

A few weeks later of a silent phone and similarly silent practices, Kuroko knew that he was right. He was lucky if in a week he got two undisturbed nights of sleep. He would mind the random waking up in the night if it were for things like when Kise had a crisis or when Aomine needed help. Still Aomine didn't apologize or really talk to him any more. Kise seemed to be content with his life at the moment.

Everyone else, who he wasn't as close to were changing or had changed. Murasakibara-kun hardly came to practice, Midorima-kun spent more time perfecting his threes, and Akashi-kun wasn't the captain that he had been, or the person for that matter.

Kuroko just wanted to go home to his bed most days even if he didn't sleep.

And we're at the bottom, a little longer than the one yesterday, so yay me. So I didn't have a call this time, but he was up early so I think its the same thing, don't hurt me! As always like/fave/kudos/review/comment below! Later! ~IF