Sorry.

Narrative P.O.V

One week. One week has past. The GOM's were doing terrible. Their teams noticed it to. Midorima hasn't made a single shot all week. Kise has been failing at copying strategies. Murasakibara wanted nothing to do with basketball or snacks. Akashi's emperor eyes were way to off he couldn't even predict someone's next move. Aomine has been failing to open the ZONE'S door.

And all week no one had heard from Kuroko. Although Hyuuga and Aida "knew" where he was. Everyone was falling. Thoughts overflowing in there young minds.

And as for Kuroko, today was the day of his Surgery.

Kurokos P.O.V.

I lay on the bed in a white surgical room. A mask over my mouth. My hands trembling. "Okay Kuroko, were going to put you out for a bit, you ready?" They ask as I nod.

I feel a needle being stuck into my arm. Ouch...

Things are getting blurry. Blurry...

And I'm out.

-later

My eyes open to reveal white walls. Doctors standing my my bed side with smiles. "Your surgery went well!" One chirped. I raise a brow trying to sit up.

My legs aren't moving. "Oh! Don't try to get up! We haven't told you the bad news..." My heart suddenly stops. "Bad, bad news?" They nod cautiously.

"You won't be able to walk. The surgery disabled you from walking." I felt my heart sinking and a lump rising to my throat. "Will I ever be able to walk again?" They nod.

"You will have to contribute into physical therapy. And within a month you should be able to-" I slam my hand down on the monitor.

"NO! I NEED TO BE ABLE TO WALK NOW!" I cry. The doctors frown. "We could get you into a session today, but that's all I can do. I'm sorry Kuroko." I clench my eyes shut and nod.

"Get me an appointment." They nod and walk out leaving me to angrily sob into my hands. I began to sing a song my mom used to sing when things got bad.

"Pick it up, pick up...

Start again...

You got a second chance you could go home, escape it all its just irrelevant, its daughters medicine.

Its daughters medicine.

You could still be what you wanted to what you said you where, when I met you.

You've got a warm heart and a beautiful brain but its disintegrating... From all the medicine..."

That's all I could get out before I clutched my shirt. My chest hurts.. Its hard to breath.

Sob, sob, sob. Is that all you can do Kuroko Tetsuya?...

Momoi's P.O.V.

It was after school. I had to go to gather information. For Akashi of course. But this time something was off. He asked me to look at the flight record to Tokyo.

I entered Akashi's office. He looked terrible. His pastel red hair was messy and his eyes had bags, large enough to carry a small chihuahua. "Sei-kun! You look horrible!"

He glares at me. "Shut up Satsuki. Now hurry and look up the flight records starting this last coming Monday." Only nodding I walked over to his computer.

I bent down to its height and soon pulled up flight records. Akashi examined themas I printed them out from the printer. "That's damn liar." He hissed crumbling a price of paper in his hand.

"Sei-kun?" He slammed his hand on his desk. "THIS IS BULLSHIT. WHERE IS HE SATSUKI?!" I back up into the small desk that held the computer.

"Sei-kun please stop-" he swiped the papers on his desk causing them to fly everywhere. "WHERE IS TETSUYA!? WHY WOULD HE GO TO SUCH LENGTHS TO LIE ABOUT WHERE HE IS?!"

"SEI-KUN! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!" I stand grasping his wrist. "What the hell is going on?!" I hiss. "Tetsuya, he told Aida and Hyuuga he would be leaving to Tokyo on business for a week, and would miss his first game. But there's records show nothing of the sort. It would have shown his school ID and his last name."

I grip his wrist. "Calm down. I'll find him." He only nods with a sharp intake of air coming from him. With Akashi's computer I was only able to pull up one record. His hospital record

The last one was from today. Clicking on the file I print it and my eyes scan the webpage to log out of the system. I took the paper in my pale hands and read it.

Mentions of Surgeries, and appointments send tears to my eyes. But I smile and turn towards Akashi. Hanging him the paper I say;

"I found 'Tetsuya.' "