Parting his hair, he looked at the scar that was on his forehead. He gently traced his scar with his finger, feeling the textual difference of his newly healed skin between his undamaged skin

The scar was still a light pink, showing just how newly healed it was. it was rather big, starting at the beginning of his eyebrow, a few centimeters above it, and going through his eyebrow before stopping right above the outer corner of his eye. Squeezing a small dab of green color corrector onto his finger, he applied it to his scar, just so it could look more like his skin color a little bit more.

He had already gotten some odd looks at the stores, especially from the older ladies, so he had already started to grow out his hair, making sure that it was just long enough for it to mostly cover up his scar. He didn't blame them though. They were little old ladies that could be overpowered by almost anyone, so they had to be careful. He would want his grandmother to be wary of the teenager with a scar going across the top of his head like his scar was. So he didn't blame them, and he wasn't going to take it up the ass because he understood.

Some plastic surgeons had offered to fix it up for him, to make it close to invisible. But they had said that it was going to be a little bit tricky to get the scar to completely disappear because of its location, so he declined.

He wanted to keep the scar. It's not that he wanted to remember the betrayal his parents committed against him. They were already in jail so he didn't need it as a reason to fuel his revenge.

He wanted to keep it so it can motivate him to get stronger and stronger.

He didn't want to be at someone's mercy again.

He didn't want to be at a disadvantage just because someone was so much taller and stronger than him. He wanted to defeat them with talent and hard-earned skill alone.

Besides, he wasn't going to admit it but.

It made him look badass.

Made him look like less of a pushover most people thought he was.

But he wasn't going to tell Wrath that he was right. He would rather eat his left shoe.

"Kuroko!" He could hear Kagami at his front door, yelling into his new apartment. His voice echoing all over the apartment.

After mulling over the fact that his mother apparently had connections to the Yakuza. Which according to Kagami, she was probably pulling a 'Breaking Bad' and was making the drugs for them with her chemist background (whatever that meant).

At first, it was a joke that had made them laugh first, it had really made them for a few minutes. But as they calmed down, and thought about what Kagami just said, they realized that Kuroko had to hurry up and get the hell out of his house. Knowing his luck, his mother really did make drugs for the Yakuza and said Yakuza would show their displeasure to him.

Since he had plenty of money that could last for years if he managed it right, he had more than enough money to move into the same apartment building as Kagami. Only he got an apartment that was big enough for one person, unlike Kagami.

For most people, it was a little bit odd to be in an apartment at the young age of 16, but it was perfect for him.

He didn't have a few extra rooms to clean, now he just had his belongings to take care of and he could do almost whatever he wanted.

Having a house had its perks, he could be as loud as he wants, he could do whatever he wanted to his room.

But in his mind, the trade was well worth it. It's not like he was a loud person in the first place, nor did he need a house that had been tainted with memories to himself

Not to mention

He wants his parents to have no home to return to, just like they did for him.

If they ever manage to get out of prison, he wants them to start from the ground up, just as a further 'fuck you towards them.

"Hurry up! We're gonna miss the bus!"

"Coming!" He rearranged his hair where it was covering up the scar, before grabbing his bag and running out the door. There was a pile of housewarming presents on the kitchen table, all of which came from his friends and teammates, along with Wraths family. and most pleasingly to him, there was a newspaper article detailing his parent's 25-year sentencing with no hopes of parole.

The mugshots were photos that truly caught their very essence, they looked horrible in the picture. His mother's hair was wild and her lips were curled up in a snarl. His father's face was covered with a white bandage, his nose looked flat even with the bandage, and there was an inking of almost misplaced pleasure when Kuroko saw that there was dried blood all over his chin. (If anyone asked, Kuroko did not break into laughter when he found out that Wrath and Mitobe had been the ones to smash his father's nose.)

He grinned when he passed by the paper and he quickly caught up to Kagami at the elevator.

Life was good.

The crowd was loud. They were loud, drunk, and high. And if they were convenient, they were furious from the results of the last fight. Hopefully, they would be furious that they had lost some money and would put the rest of their money into their upcoming fight.

Wrath tugged on his hand wraps, making sure they were secure and tight on his hands. Black was flexing his wrists, making sure that his wrists were properly wrapped and weren't at risk for a sprain. It was his first fight in a long time and he wanted to walk away with his pride as a fighter soaring through the sky and his head held high.

Black ran his hand through his colored hair, revealing the light pink scar that went across his brow, a scar that was quickly becoming his trademark in the fight club. Especially since he had always been one of the fighters that were indiscernible compared to the other fighters, (Everyone loved black outfits apparently), but he and Wrath were the only ones that didn't have any identifying features on them. While all of the other fighters had a tattoo as their trademark or a mask, they originally had nothing.

This was why Black was quickly gaining the moniker 'Scar'. (He was going to ignore the fact that other fighters had worse scars)

Facing the closed doors, they spoke.

"You ready man?"

Black snorted at the question. He was more than ready. He had been raring to go when he got out of the hospital, but it was only due to Wrath and his somewhat important common sense that kept him from throwing himself into fights when his skull was still healing. " Its been almost three months since I've last fought. I'm almost offended that you had to ask."

Although he couldn't see it behind the mask, he could tell that Wrath was grinning, "I know, but its going to be our second tag team match and the last thing I need is for me to get hurt again."

He elbowed his partner a little bit harder than necessary, rolling his eyes as he did so, "Don't blame me like it was my fault last time."

Wrath leaned away and rubbed his arm as he chuckled, "I know, but my parents still don't know and I'm planning to keep it like that."

Black scrunched up his nose as he straightened out his clothes," You still haven't told your parents?" He seriously thought the beans would have been spilled to his family, especially since the two of them had been caught by Mitobe and five other people in his own house.

"Oh god no, Mitobe agreed to help me keep it a secret, as long as I help him around the house more. Your share helped us with some major repairs around the house by the way, so thanks," Honestly Black wasn't going to say anything about his share, but he was just happy to hear that his share helped them out," Besides, he saw the way I was going crazy when he first tried to make me stop fighting."

"Your brother is truly a kind soul that you do not deserve."

"Now thats just plain rude." Black snickered at his response.

The cheering got louder all of a sudden, giving them the impression that their opponents must have entered the ring, and were riling up the crowd for their entrance.

"Who are we fighting again?"

"Some brother and sister duo from one of the smaller fight clubs in the country. You okay with hitting girls?"

Black rolled his eyes," I broke my mothers ribs," not that he was planning to do that, he was just trying to get away from her, but he made his point," of course I'm okay with hitting girls. These hands do not discriminate. "

It was Wraths turn to snort," Just making sure. I'm just looking at this as an older brother since I have sisters."

"So?"

"So, I'm definitely gonna have to knock out the brother first because he's gonna try and kill you if you knock out his sister first."

Now Black was just getting annoyed at what he was saying, "They should be used it. This is an illegal fight for gods sakes."

"I know, but its just a sibling thing."

"Can't relate."

"I noticed."

They both fell silent again. a silence that only lasted a record of 20 seconds before Wrath started speaking again," You know, you never told me what your first name is."

"Ok? And?" Wrath pouted at the dismissive tone that was in Black's voice.

"Well it seems kinda unfair that you know my name, but I still don't know your full name."

"Life is unfair."

Wrath wasn't even going to argue against that. Black was almost the representative of 'life is unfair'.

They stood in silence again. The crowd was quieting down outside, and they could hear the owner doing their introduction, using words that were close to being exaggerated. As the owner went on, they could hear the crowd getting more and more excited and impatient. The two of them started to warm up in place, Wrath swinging his shoulders around to warm up his rotator cuffs. Black jumping from foot to foot to warm up.

Wrath was shaking out his shoulders when his partner spoke.

"Tetsuya."

Wrath paused in his small warm-up to look at Black, a small tilt to his head as he said," Huh?"

"My first name, its Tetsuya." Wrath frowned and stared intently at Black.

Black noticed his stare and leaned away from him," What?"

"How do you know you're not lying to me?"

Black gave him a stare that spoke miles about how stupid he thought Wrath was in that moment. He stared at Wrath for a few seconds before loudly asking, "Why would I lie about my name!?"

Wrath threw up his arms in defense as Black almost snarled at him," Hey, I don't know what floats your boat?" Black huffed and straightened back up as he crossed his arms. It looked like he was trying to glare a hole through the door.

"I hate you."

"You love me."

"No I don't."

"You love me."

"Piss off."

"You love me," At that moment, the doors opened, and the crowd got almost exponentially louder. But it wasn't loud enough to drown out Wrath's words," Tetsu-chan~" He didn't need to look under Wrath's mask to know that he had the biggest shit-eating grin on his face.

That instantly pissed him off.

"WRATH!"