"Son, have you ever seen a rainbow?"

Kuroko looked up to a lovely blonde woman who was holding his small body. Kuroko shook his head.

"What's a rainbow mommy?"

His mother smiled and caressed his cheek.

"it's a colorful hue in the sky that brings hope to us, that shows us the path to a better life. One day I hope to capture a rainbow for you, so that one day your life will have hope."

Kuroko smiled and hugged his mother.

"I don't need a rainbow to have a happy life if I have you mommy!"

Kuroko looked up to his mother. But instead of a happy loving face, what he was facing was a distorted picture of his mother's face. He could no longer see her eyes or mouth. He could no longer remember what she looked like.

The young Kuroko screamed and everything went black.

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Kuroko sat up, huffing for air. he put a hand on his head as his dream came shooting back into his memory. It had been a long time since he had a dream about his mother. Ever since she passed away, when Kuroko was only eight years old, Kuroko found that not remembering her was an easier thing to do, but here and there his brain would disobey Kuroko's constant pressure and would bring up pleasant memories of his time with his mother. They were painful to relive, and they just reminded him of a happier time that he would never have again. He was alone, and no one would ever be able to fill that hole in his heart.

Kuroko wiped the tears from his eyes and looked to the digital clock on the nightstand next to the bed. The time read 3: 56 pm. Kuroko figured he had gotten at least two hours of sleep. Kuroko sat up fully and stretched, his bones creaking as he did so. Kuroko sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over to pick up his phone. Leaning over like that hurt his hips, which were sore from his last client who decided that brutally fucking him wasn't going to satisfy, but causing Kuroko even more pain by whipping him was going to do it for the man. Kuroko groaned and opened the text message from Momoi.

Momoi 1:12 pm:

A rich client huh? Go get 'im tiger! Make sure you get that guy to feed you ok? I don't want your client working you with no reward like last time. And remember to use protection! I'll see you when you get home! Text me!

Kuroko closed his phone and got up from the bed. Momoi's reminder of food had Kuroko's stomach rumbling. Kuroko walked over to the door and tapped on the wood. Kuroko heard a startled yelp from Kagami as he gained his composure.

"gosh Kuroko, don't scare me like that! You almost gave me a heart attack!"

Kuroko giggled and leaned against the door.

"I'm sorry Kagami-kun, I just wanted to ask you a question."

Kagami huffed.

"Sure thing, shoot."

"when's dinner?"

Kuroko heard Kagami laugh at the question.

"dinner is at 4: 30. I was just about to come in and tell you, but you beat me to it. By the way, you should probably ware something that Akashi laid out for you. He will be expecting you to be dressed formally like everyone else after all."

Kuroko hummed in agreement and thanked Kagami before heading to his wardrobe to pick out an outfit. His options, he found, were quite limited because the only outfits in the closet were formal. Kuroko looked carefully through the planned outfits and decided on the simple white dress shirt and black pants that were freshly pressed. Kuroko was a little disappointed when he found that there were no shoes to accompany his outfit, and was very glad that his old shoes were pure black. Kuroko slid off his jeans revealing his black and blue, booty defining, boxer briefs and skinny, pale legs. He then pulled on his new loose and form-fitting pants. Kuroko looked into the mirror and began to pull off his shirt. He tossed the shirt on the bed and picked up the dress shirt. Kuroko pulled it on and watched himself in the mirror as he buttoned up the shirt. The pants fit Kuroko well while the shirt, Kuroko realized, was a little loose and was just a tad too big for his skinny body. Kuroko decided that the shirt would look better tucked in so he began shoving the shirt into the rim of his pants. Kuroko then proceeded to button the cuff of his shirt and fix the collar so it was folded properly. Kuroko then sat on the edge of the bed and put on his shoes.

When Kuroko was finished, he stood up and looked in the mirror again, getting a good look at his outfit. He had to admit, he looked good. The only flaws were how skinny he was, the fact that his bead head was trying to reach for the ceiling and the obvious dark circles around his eyes. Kuroko sighed and picked up his jacket and laid it flat on the bed. He dug through one of the pockets and pulled out a tube of concealer and a disk of cover up powder, along with a small comb and a pocket-sized tube of gel. In the same pocket, he also had eyeliner, a tube of lube, and a stack of condoms, but he didn't think he would be needing those. Kuroko took the few items to the bathroom where he set them down on the edge of the sink. Kuroko first combed his hair back to earth, before using the gel to keep his hair tamed. He then took the tube of concealer and streaked a line under both eyes. He then used his finger to smooth it in. he then took the cover up and spread it across his face, making it look soft and pale. Kuroko looked at himself in the mirror and stated to himself that he was ready. Kuroko walked back over to his laid-out jacket and reached into another pocket, taking out some breath spray that he stole from one of his clients a couple weeks ago,

Kuroko sprayed a couple of squirts in his mouth before putting it back, along with the other things he took out. Kuroko looked at the time. It was now 4:17 and it was nearing the time for Kagami and him to leave. Just as Kuroko thought that his door opened, revealing Kagami who had a hurried look on his face.

"hey Kuroko are you ready? We need to go."

Kuroko nodded and grabbed his phone, shoving it in his pocket before exiting out the door that Kagami held open. Kuroko waited for Kagami to lock the door and start walking before following behind.

Kuroko realized why, as soon as he turned the corner, why Kagami was in such a rush. Around ten people were already making their way to the dining hall. Being late to dinner was something the people here would rather not do. Kuroko didn't know what the punishment was for being late for dinner, but he was willing to assume that death was a possible answer. Kuroko and Kagami followed the crowd through a courtyard full of plants and statues before entering another part of the house. The doors they entered through were all glass, so before Kuroko even entered, he could see that the entire room was a dining room. Several low hanging golden chandeliers hung from the ceiling over a very long maple wood table fit for at least twenty people. The chairs were old fashioned, carved with care.

As Kuroko reached the table, he found that the length of the table was covered by a maroon table cloth, porcelain white plates and crystal clear glasses. Kuroko watched as the group of people took their seats gracefully, without a word, placing the folded napkins on their laps and waiting patiently for the master of the house to arrive. Kagami checked his watch before pulling out a seat, second chair from the end chair for Kuroko. Kuroko sat carefully, the old wood of the chair creaking as he sat on the maroon cushion on top of the wooden seat. Kuroko copied the others and placed the neatly folded napkin upon his lap. Kuroko watched as Kagami sat down next to him, the third seat from the end chair. Kuroko wondered why Kagami didn't sit on the other side of him by the end chair? Why were they at the complete opposite end of the table from the rest of the group? Kuroko looked to Kagami for an answer, but what he found was Kagami starring at his watch, watching the time tick away. Kuroko glanced at the watch. 4:29. Kuroko watched as Kagami's head and everyone else's head swiveled around to the glass doors. Just entering the dining hall, were the seven elites. Everyone except for Kuroko bowed their heads as the group came in and took their seats. As the final minute came around, Akashi entered the room. He was dressed in a formal tux, with black polished shoes and his hair slicked back like usual. He strides the end seat nearest Kuroko, and were every one of the elites sat. Kise had taken his seat next to Kuroko, Aomine, across from Kise. Midorima and his assistant sat across from each other on the other side of Kagami, and on the other side of them were a purple haired man and another man sitting calmly like the others. As Akashi sat at the end of the table and placed his napkin on his lap, the clock struck half past four and everyone raised their head at the same time. Through the far doors of the room, came servants who pushed platters of food on silver carts. They placed the trays evenly along the table, while others filled each glass with water and placed bread on each plate. As the final tray was placed, the servants disappeared back through the doors leaving the wonderful smell of food in their wake. Kuroko looked to Akashi who carefully placed his hand on the table and looked to his people.

"eat to your fill men. Let's enjoy ourselves today."

With that everyone began to put food on their plate and converse among themselves, much like a cafeteria. Kuroko watched as the elites began to do the same. Kuroko was rather uncomfortable with the whole situation. He had never been at a family dinner, let alone a family dinner full of dangerous and powerful people, like the elites. So, unfamiliar with his situation, Kuroko watched Kagami carefully, and copied his actions to a point. When Kagami put food on his plate, so did Kuroko, although Kagami had taken a lot more food than Kuroko did. When, Kagami picked up his fork, so did Kuroko.

As Kuroko began to eat, Akashi began to eye Kuroko. Kuroko, feeling insecure, put down his bite of food and glanced at Akashi.

"you look very nice in my old clothes Tetsuya. And I must say you clean up well."

Kuroko looked down and blushed at the comment. He picked up his fork once again and took a bite of the mashed potato on his plate.

"thank you, Akashi-kun, I'm flattered."

Akashi smiled and continued to watch as Kuroko ate. Kuroko stopped eating again and considered Akashi's stare. It was bothering him. Why was the head of the family staring so intensely at him? Kuroko decided to ignore him and instead listen to the chatter of the men at the table. Kise was talking louder than the others, nearly shouting at Aomine as they got into a heated discussion about which gun does a better job at blowing someone's head off. Kuroko, with the loud and unruly discussion, and Akashi's stare, felt extremely insecure and felt like he should just disappear. He knew that he didn't belong at the table. He shared no interest in communicating with everyone or even taking part in the current conversations.

Throughout the dinner, Kuroko sat quietly and ate and only talked when someone spoke to him. He had a light conversation with Kagami about Kise's personality and he laughed at Aomine's jokes. Despite being uncomfortable at the big, noisy table, Kuroko eventually relaxed a little, and enjoyed the happiness that spilled from everyone.

It caught Kuroko off guard when people started getting up from their seats to place their dirty dishes on one of the silver carts on the other side of the room, before sitting down once again to continue their conversations. Kuroko turned to Kagami for an explanation.

"when you're finished eating, just get up and put your plate on the cart. Akashi makes us do this to make it easier on the ones who prepared our food. He doesn't like it when people don't get respect after a well-done job. If he didn't like the food, he would tell us not to do it, since they didn't earn any respect. But he didn't say anything so just copy the others." Kuroko nodded and took his final bite of bead, before standing up and stacking his plate on top of the others and putting his glass to the side, before sitting back down gracefully. It still hurt Kuroko to sit, but had gotten used to the pain. Kuroko glanced at Kagami and smiled before looking to Kise once again to listen to their conversation.

When everyone was done eating, Akashi stood up from the table and came around to stand behind Kuroko. Kuroko tensed up as the powerful man's presence came closer to him. Akashi pulled Kuroko's chair out, causing Kuroko to stand up so he wouldn't fall. Kuroko was scared. He had no idea what was going on. He looked to the people at the table who were starring him down as if he were going to give the answer to life. they had all gone silent when they saw Akashi stand. The silence was deep and It made Kuroko shiver. he wasn't used to the attention. Akashi put his arm around Kuroko's shoulders, giving him a sense of comfort as Akashi took a breath to speak.

"to those who don't know, this is Kuroko Tetsuya. He will be staying with us for the time being. No one can touch or go near him until I announce otherwise. And no one except for the elites are allowed to communicate with him. this man is a part of my game, and you all know the rules. if I find out that someone other than the elites have participated in my game, they will be executed. That is all. Dinner is over, and curfew is closing in, please go back to your rooms for the night."

With Akashi's closing announcement everyone except for the elites left the room. Kuroko looked at Akashi as his hand slithered away from Kuroko's body, sending a shiver down his spine.

"now that that's taken care of, taiga please take Tetsuya back his room. "

"yes, sir."

"…and Tetsuya…"

"…yes?"

Akashi came closer to Kuroko and whispered in his ear.

"please try to eat more at our next dinner."

With that Akashi strutted away with the rest of the elites following behind, leaving Kagami and Kuroko alone in the room.

"hey Kagami-kun…what did Akashi-kun mean by 'game'?" Kagami turned to face Kuroko. His face was full of guilt.

"he does this often…I think every three months."

Kuroko tilted his head in confusion.

"…does what?"

Kagami sighed and began walked back to Kuroko's room. Kuroko caught up and asked again.

"what does he do?"

Kagami kept his head down, avoiding eye contact with Kuroko.

"…the game."

"again, I'm asking what the ga-!" Kagami quickly covered Kuroko's mouth before he could ask his full question.

"I'm telling you right now Kuroko, if you want to live…don't ever ask that question again. I can't risk my life telling you about the game. I just can't. It took me this long to become an elite and I'm not about to lose it because I told you our family secret. Got it?"

Kuroko nodded and Kagami let go of his mouth allowing Kuroko to breathe again. Kagami walked faster that Kuroko, leaving a gap between them as they made their way back to Kuroko's room. As they reached the room, Kagami unlocked the door, and with a scowl on his face, motioned for Kuroko to enter the room. Kuroko did, and Kagami shut the door and locked it, leaving Kuroko prisoned for the night. Kuroko listened as Kagami walks away from the door, leaving to his own room for curfew. Kuroko sighed and through himself on the bed. He took off his dress pants and unbuttoned his shirt leaving Kuroko half naked on the bed.

"damn it…why did they all have to touch me so much! I'm hard…."

Kuroko reached down and rubbed his member through his briefs.

"Kagami-kun…ah! Why did you have to choke me like that! You got me all riled up. Akashi-kun, whispering in my ear like that, ah! Huh! H-his stare! Mhmm, do these guys not get that I'm a fucking prostitute!? Uh! Guh! Mnnn!"

Kuroko continued to touch himself, remembering the encounters he had throughout the day. With so much attention and no sex, Kuroko couldn't help but fondle himself to keep his horniness down. As Kuroko orgasmed all over his hand, he realized that he underestimated his horniness. He was still feeling the urge to get pounded into, even after he came. Kuroko flipped onto his back, and, using his own cum as lubricant, started fingering himself. Kuroko's light moans and hard breathing filled the room. Two fingers, then three, and soon four. Kuroko moaned hard as the fourth finger sild in. four was still too much for him, the pain of having his hole stretched four fingers wide made Kuroko cry out. Kuroko went back to three fingers and started pounding himself hard. Kuroko's tip glistened with precum, as with his actions, was forcing himself to cum again. Kuroko continued to thrust his fingers roughly into his ass, and soon he came all over his face and chest, his ass twitching in excitement. Kuroko huffed as he slid his fingers out little by little, his cum from before following with it. Kuroko, dripping with his own cum, walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. He felt filthy after his little exercise and wanted to be clean before he laid down again. Kuroko scrubbed himself down, washing off the make-up and cum from his body, that mixed together with the soap and water as it washed down the drain. Kuroko couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to have sex with the two redheads. And he couldn't wait for the two days to pass. Of course Kuroko was nervous for that day to come too, after all there was a chance that he would die in two days, but that thought was overruled by the thought of sex and how much pleasure he could steal from these men. Kuroko smiled as he exited the shower.

"they think their using me…but who's to say I'm not using them?"

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A/n: sorry about the wait! this chapter is a lot longer then usual, mostly because of the sex scene! I wanted to ask you guys how you think kuroko's mother affected kuroko in his past? how did korokke become a prostitute anyways? please try to answer this in the reviews! I would really like to hear what you guys say! please review, favorite and follow if you haven't already!

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mousekid!