Allright! Finally after… Months, I think.. I've finished a new chapter! SO SORRY! Well, this is kinda just half of it, but I'll promise to finish the next part within next two weeks or so cx I've already planned the whole thing, so it shouldn't be too hard to do that, hopefully xD Anyway, thanks soooo much for the votes, the results are;

KagaKuro - 8

AoKuro - 6

KiKuro - 8

Akakuro - 1

I'm worrying I might've miscounted, because I can't really concentrate with super heat and period cramps.. But I think that's it, having counted with pms and older reviews from 'guests' cx So with KiKuro and KagaKuro being tied, I've kind of decided to go with what I recently noticed that I've been leaning toward! cx It was stupid of me not to notice, but I kind wonder if you guys have noticed so I won't say what pairing it is xP Thos I feel like it was easy to see, and that I'm just an idiot not to have noticed X'D

Anway! Please enjoy cx And please tell me what you think, I kinda tried a different approach for a part of it so, I look forward to see what you think cx

As to when it started, he was not certain. At first, that guy was nothing but an insignificant existence to him. He was merely there, by their teammates' side. Practically impossible to notice. He could honestly say he was constantly annoyed with him in the beginning. He thought he was just a random person clinging to Aomine and the rest out of convenience or something. A random guy with a bit too much of a confident attitude, always listening or dropping random, extremely blunt comments. When they told him he was a part of first string it he was shocked, nothing could really convince him of that. However, when he first saw, no, he didn't really see anything- When he first experienced his skills, millions of unexplainable feelings blew him over, it was way better than seeing Aomine's plays. He could barely believe he existed.

Soon Kise noticed how he couldn't take his eyes off the guy, which was hard, as he kept disappearing at random times. Kise quickly understood that he didn't really need to see him to know where he went, knowing where Aomine were was more than enough. He realized what a hard working guy Kuroko was, how he worked harder than anyone to be able to fully enjoy what he loved. How Kuroko would answer honestly, even though he paid little mind to how blunt he was. He stayed true to himself, and those around him. Most importantly he noticed just how obvious he could be to danger, however threatening a situation was he would easily, or just unknowingly, brush it off.

As time went by it became increasingly harder to keep his eyes off him, keep his thoughts from going astray, to stay away from him. In the end he couldn't help, but to be a tiny bit clingy. He found himself incredibly fond of him, wanting to know more about him. All in all, he felt genuinely curious about the shadow, at least that was how he thought he felt.

However, as he watched Kuroko interact with their teammates countless times, he could feel an incredibly warm, stingy feeling building up in his chest. As time went by the feeling grew more and more painful, spreading out through his body. In the beginning Kise was unsure as to why he felt that way, then he realized exactly what had him going through that torture. They were all being too friendly with him, too chatty. Touching him too much.

Aomine was the worst. He got reactions from Kuroko too easily, he always had him by his side. It was truly despicable.

Kuroko was better off by Kise's side. Kise would always give him the smiles and encouragement he'd need, and he'd always be by his side, unlike Aomine. Kise wanted to stay close to Kuroko, if he'd let the other's do as they'd like he'd get less time with him, he'd see less of him. Kise was happy to have realized his feelings, even though Kuroko didn't show much affection towards him, he was happy just being by his side.

However, that changed quickly. That morning, when he met up for training those words were thrown into his face. "Kuroko quit basketball". At that moment he lost the only thing connecting him and Kuroko, his only reason to stay by his side. And it was all Aomine's fault. He who neglected him, pushed useless feelings onto him, (…). And he who was the main reason Kuroko's love for basketball crumbled.

Kise could feel his damned hatred for Aomine, grow each time he saw him. He wanted to hit him, kick him, bash his head in. However, he didn't. He couldn't. He was too scared. What a wuss he used to be.

Instead he tried to keep close to Kuroko, who kept avoiding him and everyone from the team. In the end it didn't work out, Kuroko wouldn't pay him any mind. The only one who could reach him was probably the bastard Aomine, but he'd never bother with that. Which is why Kise decided once and for all to become better than Aomine and become Kuroko's new light. His new source of liveliness and love. That didn't really work out though, did it? No.

Even though Kise did his best, found a good school, where none of the other members of their former teammates were, to have the slightest chance of ending up on the same school as Kuroko. He didn't. Instead he found Kuroko on a piss poor, stupid school. With new, stupid, weak, unsuitable teammates. And of course his new light, whom wasn't much better. Reminded him of Aomine at first, to be honest. It really sucked.

With such a useless team, Kise had thought that he'd have a chance to get Kuroko with him over to his school. After all, Kise would be a much better light for him than the bastard with stupid, split eyebrows. And the team at Kaijo was, in general, waaay better than "seirin". Kise was, for a moment, convinced of it being a matter of money. Which he, of course, would be glad to help out with. However, Kuroko wouldn't move on to another team, he was already loyal to his new teammates. And light. It didn't matter how much Kise begged for him to come with him.

It was truly hard to keep a cool smile on his face. That day really sucked.

When Kuroko kept declining, Kise had started feeling desperate. He ended up inviting them to a practice game, in hope of convincing Kuroko to join him, by crushing his useless little team. That, as well, did not end as planned. After all Kuroko didn't waver all that easily, still, that was one of the many things he loved about.

However, it wasn't all in wain. He discovered a new side of himself, when he hurt Kuroko. Accidentally, of course. Although he felt terribly bad about it at first, it sent an exciting shrill running down his spine. At that day all those "fluffy", "innocent" fantasies of simple things, like sharing small kisses and holding hands on a cold winter's eve, they were all overwritten by a new found, sparkling interest.

He realized he wanted to see more of that. To hit him, just one more time. Hurt him. Like that he'd be able to break down all Kuroko's walls, he'd get to see all those unseen expressions and hidden feelings. He could break Kuroko down completely, and make the shadow become his alone.

After that, all the money Kise made as a model went to the preparations he had to make. He wanted to take Kuroko away from Japan, away from those bastards clinging onto him, but he knew Kuroko wouldn't leave them behind willingly. He was too good a guy for that.

For a while after that things went smoothly, Kise gained money and used them for all kinds of preparations. Mostly fixing up a rarely used guestroom in their cellar. Most was small stuff, like creating a time limit for the oven placed there. At that time, he could already imagine Kuroko boiling eggs there, enjoying himself to the fullest. Other than fixing the oven he got a bigger shower to use together with his beloved one, and a better door with an automatic lock system. On top of it all he had quite a few security things, he'd never really understand, installed which would send updates to his phone whenever anything was opened or used.

He used the little bit of free time he had after all basketball training and work, to catch a glance of the bluenette. Getting a few nice shots too, if the chance would present itself. To begin with it wasn't all that easy, as he'd never get to see Kuroko's bedroom. Which was where he spent most his time, doing homework, reading or maybe doing something more- Entertaining.. Kise was truly lucky when he, on a faithful day, came by some middle schoolers running around, climbing walls with these parkour-techniques, or whatever it was called. Which quickly gave Kise new ideas, which of course, came in handy incredibly fast with his talent for copying.

From that point on, his life was pure- Well, nearly, pure bliss. He spent as much time as he possibly could by Kuroko's side, not directly though. It was too hard to find an excuse to hang with him without their former team to connect them. He got to see more when merely observing him anyway. Sometimes he'd enter the bluenette's room, when he was busy with training and such. He'd borrow the tiniest things from the bluenette when he did, anything from a picture to underwear, he was conceited. Even though he often wanted to kill all the clingy bastards around Kuroko, who dared to touch him so casually.

He especially wanted to kill Aomine when he beat Kuroko's team. Not because he beat them of course, they had all the right in the world to be better than Kuroko's team. What angered him was Kuroko's reaction, because he knew it wasn't purely because of the loss, but also about his feelings for the lazy bastard. How much he cared about him, how much he wanted to make him happy. How that guy was pretty much the only person he truly paid attention to. It wrenched Kise's inside to witness it, to get those feelings slammed into his face. He couldn't forgive it.

Kise spent most his days after that grumbling, doing his best to hide it when he had to socialize. With his bad mood came more trouble, trouble that he couldn't really handle. Just waiting, lurking within the four walls of his own home. Months had passed when he came upon a hindrance of a sort. He had just returned home, after watching his angel falling asleep, it happened rather fast tonight. All the lights were off in the house, except for those in their living room. Where they had been sitting, waiting.

"Ryouta.." His mother looked up at him with a look of, what could only be described as, despair in his eyes.

"We need to talk" His father didn't even as much as look at him as he gave his "orders". Judging him.

Kise immediately knew that he'd been too lazy, felt too comfortable. Those two were rarely home. And never together, only when showing off at social gatherings and such, never for family. Never for him. And now they had gotten together to "talk". How annoying.

"There's nothing to talk about" He muttered, a stiff smile planted across his face. His chest felt like it was clenching around his heart and lungs, making it hard to both breathe and keep a 'calm' look.

"Ryouta.. Mommy- No. We, have noticed that you haven't been yourself lately and-" She averted her gaze, a weak smile on her lips.

"You need help" His father's stern voice cut her off.

Kise couldn't help, but letting his overly fake smile fade. He had never been good at standing tall under the geezer's glare.

"Now, now-" She spoke up once again as soon as she saw her son's reaction, she had always been a softie. No good with serious matters. She was fiddling her thumbs, probably to distract herself.

"Oh, shut it. You know the boy needs help, you've seen his room! It's not normal to be that obsessed with anyone, much less another guy!"

Hearing those words something snapped inside Kise. It wasn't a bad thing, on the contrary it was actually exactly what he needed. What he needed to step up and take action.

It felt like an eternity from the moment he had grabbed the stone figure on the shelf, to the moment it hit his father's skull. He felt a suffocating, burning feeling rush throughout his body as he threw the older man to the floor. Holding him down by his throat he bashed the figure to his head over and over again, until his eyes turned completely emotionless. He couldn't help, but to laugh at the sight. It felt like a burden was lifted from his shoulders. Such a glorious feeling spreading throughout his body. "You're wrong" He whispered, looking up at his mother, who was shaking like an abandoned puppy. "it's love" He smiled innocently as the words left his mouth. To this day he still felt like they really deserved to die. They knew nothing of love, they only knew how to do things out of convenience and simplicity.

Of course he didn't kill his mother off immediately, he had things he wanted to test out on her. Nothing much, just a tiny little, simple mind trick. He tied her to a chair in the cellar, with the corpse of her life-long partner laying by her feet. He let her sit there alone in the bitter dark, crying out for three days before he finally entered the stinking basement to keep her "company". There, he sat for hours repeatedly accusing her of murdering the man by her feet. To begin with, she didn't react much to that. She'd only plead for him to stop his "madness", to let her go and be a "good boy". However, as hours passed and she grew tired she started denying his accusations, each time fiercer than the last. Kise felt honored to find that the little trick was working, soon she would accuse him of lying if he said she was innocent. She'd apologize again and again for having killed him, saying she didn't mean to. After seventy hours she had even developed an own scenario of how it happened. That was when her usefulness was over, when he slit her throat and left her to rot with her make-believe love.

For whatever it was worth, Kise had never been happier. His recent actions had rid him of, not only, limitations, but the need to be cautious too. And he was also able to observe and verify just how weak and easily manipulated a human mind was. He could barely wait for the time to come, when he'd get to act it out with his beloved one, if needed that is.

He'd continue to be happy if it wasn't for one stupid blunder. That one night he stayed in the shadow's place for too long and had to jump start everything even though all the preparations wasn't ready, even though he couldn't take him out of japan.

For the days to come he couldn't help, but to force himself onto the bluenette, penetrate him over and over and repeat words of affection into his ears. He'd indulge himself in the shadow's warmth as much as he could, enjoying his time with him as much as he could. Even though Kuroko tried to leave, that was an easy matter to take care of, hurting his leg a little was all it took. It was tonight was the true hardships came. After having paid Kuroko's beloved parents a visit. He had come face to face to Akashi, in otherwise empty streets.

"Ryouta" That menacing voice sent shivers down Kise's spine, but didn't make him feel half as scared as looking at the one it came from.

"..Akashicchi, what are you doing out at a time like this?" He asked, trying to keep a smile on his face. It wasn't his best one, Akashi could probably see the annoyance in his face. Hopefully not his uncertainty.

"This evening I planned to let Mr. and Mrs. Kuroko get some rest before I went over to discuss the current situation. However, it turns out my plans didn't go as expected." The red heads voice was almost soft, almost soothing at the same time as it was stern and plainly terrifying. The small smile on his face didn't make it any better.

"You don't say.." Kise let his smile slip as he spoke up in a low voice. There was no reason to try hiding anything anymore, it was clear that Akashi knew all too much. That he was planning something. Kise did his best to stay aware of their surroundings, it was almost weird how only the two of them were there.

"The least I can do now is retrieve what you're got in that bag for Tetsuya. So, how do you want to do this? The easy way or the hard one? I could spare you of some pain, if you make the right choice." Akashi's smile faded too, it was soon replaced by an ice cold glare. He reached out his hand, as if he was betting for the 'easy' way.

Kise took a small step back, glaring back at the red head. He knew he couldn't take on Akashi. The air around Akashi gleaming with pure confidence and anger didn't make him feel any better about the situation. It would be impossible to hurt him before he himself would be hit to the ground or get a broken bone. He knew he couldn't run away from him either, even though Akashi was smaller he was unnaturally fast and most definitely had some tricks up his sleeve. However, it was still his safest bet, he would never take that demon head on. Kise was just about to get a move on Akashi's voice cut through the air once more.

"Atsushi." Kise force for the tiniest second, following Akashi's line of sight he found Murasakibara standing a mere six meters behind him.

"I'll crush you" Murasakibara growled out as he leaped toward him.

Kise immediately ducked away, before sprinting to the other side of the street. Luckily Murasakibara did not follow all the way, as Akashi had raised his hand he'd stopped. It almost looked like a dumb dog waiting for orders from its owner.

"Even if you are lucky enough to get away from us you will meet multiple armed police units waiting for you. Don't you think it's better to come calmly with us now?" Akashi smiled, a truly sadistic smile. It was obvious how much he was enjoying this.

Kise didn't really have to think about Akashi's words. He much preferred Armed violent people to the angry red head in front of him. It took him seconds to dash into an alleyway, he could immediately hear them both approaching him. It was then he decided to take a chance, he grabbed the gutter on the wall to hoist himself up far enough to get a hold of a windowsill. He was just about to kick himself further up when Murasakibara grabbed his foot. It wasn't a strong enough grip to be able to pull him down, but it limited his movements. Kise could feel the pressure building up in his body as Murasakibara tried to get a better hold. Kise immediately started kicking around, ultimately hitting Murasakibara with the bag to get away. Luckily Murasakibara lost his grip and so Kise could continue climbing up the wall, using the speed he got from kicking. Although he lost the bag it was worth it. He had to hurry up and get back to Kuroko.

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Kagami held his phone to his ear restlessly. He had thought long and hard about it, but came to too many possible conclusions and decided to do the only thing that made sense. A click signalled the end of the beeping, immediately a panting voice could be heard on the other side of the line.

"What do you need, Taiga?" Kagami could practically hear the frown in his voice.

"What do I need? What the hell did you mean by the message, the whole 'knowledge, power, cautious' thing?" Kagami blabbered out, it took all he had not to raise his voice.

"I mean- Go retrieve Tetsuya-" Akashi's kept his sentences short, taking regular breaks to catch his breath. It sounded like he was running. "And take someone with you- Not too many, five at most- Understood?"

"Who the hell would that be?"

"Preferably Daiki- Who've known him for a while. Shintarou too. Because of his medical knowledge. One of the girls, to be safe. And one of your team mates because he trusts you guys." Kagami could hear Akashi take a deep breath, which he let out in a quick puff. "Just don't take Teppei, in case you need to run. His foot will get someone in trouble. Got it?" Akashi spoke faster and faster as if desperate for a break for air.

"Yeah, but-" Kagami didn't really want to force Akashi to talk anymore, but he had many more questions. First of all, why was Akashi running and why would they have to run? And exactly how much did the guy know? And why was he telling Kagami and not someone like Midorima or Momoi?

"Good. Atsushi, get over he-" Click. Aaand of course, Kagami didn't even get to ask. That might've been for the best though, now he'd get to Kuroko's side sooner.

So the story didn't really progress much in this chapter, but I hope it kinda gave a deeper insight on Kise's feelings.. In a way.. o3o'' Anyway, hope it was enjoyable cx