RE-EDITED: 30/5/2014

Arcana, an underworld organisation with the pure intent to descend the world into chaos. Despite it's long existence, it had only become a major threat recently after recruiting six major members. These six major members were called the Major Arcanas.

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The feeling of the cool wind breeze brought him comfort as he settled for his usual playing position. His darkened eyes flickered out to the streets of Tokyo where people walked and drove about, not a single care in the world. They were all so happy.

Happy...

That was what he once was -happy... His eyes flickered shut for a moment as the incident flashed through his eyes.

He watched them all walk away from him. Each of them had found a place in the limelight because of him, yet they left him. He had called out to them, calling their names but to no avail as it fell upon deaf ears... He chased them, hoping not to be left behind by his teammates and friends, but then they had told him the very words that broke his heart and crushed his mind.

"Shadows should just remain in the dark, Kuroko-san."

"Sorry, but you're no longer needed."

An imposter.

That was what he was to them now...

'Happy, or even happiness...' He truly hated the word as it remains as a simple reminder of his pathetic past. He only had one dream back then. That one dream he had was to be accepted -but it was tarnished now, and will forever remain a single broken dream.

Yes, he thought, lifting his left arm up, a blue two toned violin rested upon it. In his other palm, a matching toned bow. Another breeze brushed against his face as he stood at the highest point, upon the structure of Tokyo Tower. His black cloak flew and danced behind him as the moon glimmered against his black rounded sunglasses, his powdered blue hair spiked up to the left as he gently positioned his bow.

Yes, he thought as his right hand began to move, weaving the bow magically against the strings of his instrument.

'I will enslave you all with this gracious melody... And then you shall see the true face of reality.'

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Arcana Ascends

A Kuroko No Basuke Fanfic

Disclaimer: I do not own anything, not even the names and meanings of the cards.

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His feet landed soundlessly on the balcony of the manor house, his free hand gently pushed the open door as he slipped through the gap, violin safe in hand.

"Zero," The member called Zero paused in his steps as he turned to see a fellow associate. "Has it been done?" The red haired woman asked, a cigar in between her plush red lips as she held a thin glass of scotch in her left hand, her body splayed across her couch of her Victorian decorated room.

Zero nodded silently. "It has been done, Third," said Zero, his tone monotonous. His teal blue eyes flickering to his palm, darkening as a small smile formed onto his lips. "They are all within my grasp now." He whispered lowly.

Third glanced at the teen, her deep blue eyes unwavering as she took in a deep huff of her cigar before pulling it away to blow out. Her eyes wondered elsewhere, "I see."

Silently, Zero left the woman's room, finding himself in a hallway as he walked towards his own room. This manor was the headquarters of Arcana. Each Major Arcana had a room here, and the teen himself was no exception. After all, he was the Fool. A guide to bring you on a journey.

He walked into his room, placing his violin gently on its stand as he looked back at his window where the moon shone through. He placed a gentle palm against the glass, his other hand moved to peel his sunglasses away. "Yes... I will take you all on a journey. One of suffering and pain, and then you'll all feel the emotions you killed me with."

This person was Kuroko Tetsuya.