A/N: Yes, I am back. Yes, I am not dead. I'm truly grateful for all the supporters who have stuck by my work and this very story. Currently, I'm in my first year of university and I know it took me too long to update (two years...) but here I am. I should be revising for my exams in the upcoming summer term, but since it's currently Spring holidays... I'll just try and finish my stories. ID (This one... has quite a few chapters to go still, like all my stories, I have planned everything out). Phantom King (This also has quite a few chapters to go) but The Shadow (It's nearly there and I hope to finish that story by the time Summer comes along, so I hope you'll all continue to be patient and wait). But thank you so much for the support and love.

(Shout out to my roommate, Nap Team Captain, who has been pestering me to write and update my fanfics. P.S. Please stop napping in my bed.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroko No Basuke.

The Missing Piece.

Viktor stumbled back in absolute horror and shock, without a second of hesitation, his eyes darted quickly to spot the hammer he had previously dropped. He jumped, arms stretched out wide, lunging for it. An action highly inappropriate for an elderly man, but when in danger, action was what he was instinctively taught to rely on. In this case, it was what he needed the most to survive and get out here alive.

"I don't think so," Kuroko muttered lowly beneath his breath. The gold that rimmed his teal orbs gleamed viciously in the shadow as he moved, hopping out from behind the wooden shop counter, his genetically enhanced speed proved to be a great advantage as his leg shot out and swung at the older man. Within short milliseconds, it impacted forcefully with the man's rib cage. Cracks of frail bones echoed in the silent air.

Viktor felt the wind squeeze tightly out of his lungs as he crashed painfully through the front door of his shop, his back crashed into the soft blanket of snow that layered the ground. He let out a strained groan. Despite the soft layer of snow, his body could still feel the hard cold ice that was frozen beneath the thin layer of snow that he had pushed back from the impact. This was physically too much for an old man like him. He was pulled out of his thoughts by a sudden shadow that casted over his face, a pale slender white hand shot out and grabbed the collar of his brown sweater before he was forcefully pulled to his feet. He winced from the pain of a broken rib cage. "Now lets try this again." The teen before him spoke with a blank dead tone. They were soon back inside the store.

Once again, Viktor found himself staring up into cold teal eyes, the eyes of a soldier of death. "They assured me that you were all gone." He spluttered out in wheezes as he struggled to gather his footing. He was barely standing as the teen refused to loosen his grip on him because he very well knew that if he did, the man would attempt to escape as he had done before. Despite the intimidating aura that surrounded him and undeniable meta human traits that shone through in his features (most notably: his eyes), Viktor must admit that he was rather short in comparison to the other children Viktor remembered creating. Yet like the rest, he was very much dangerous and equally as murderous. A cold blooded monster, exactly as he was commanded to create them as.

The person before him chuckled and mused, "Assurance is never good enough." Said the teal haired boy. "If you want to know something, it is always better to figure it out yourself." He told him curtly. "You were much harder to locate than the rest, you didn't flaunt your wealth like Penize and you were more reserved. But in the end, I still found you, Father." The word taunted him.

"What do you want?" Asked Viktor, lowly. He knew when to give up, he wasn't stupid. He didn't have a death wish either despite his old age.

The taunting expression that once decorated the metahuman's face vanished within seconds, his expression turned cold. "Where is he?"

The question caught him off guard, Viktor froze for a moment in shock. 'He couldn't mean... No, he shouldn't even know.' He felt his throat go dry as he gulped cautiously, his eyes staring back at him warily. "What do you mean?" He asked him, cautiously.

The teal haired teen's grip tightened, Viktor gasped, he felt his throat crushing beneath those cold pale fingers. His ribs were already broken, he didn't need a broken neck too. "Hirohito Emiya." He spoke, his face betraying nothing. "Where is he?" Viktor didn't respond, he couldn't, no. It was impossible for the child to even know that name. Then again, it was impossible for him to know his name or even the events of his creation by the Phantom company. "Where is he?" Snapped from his thoughts, Viktor stared back up into the cold cool depths of teal that gazed down menacingly at him. "You'll never win..." He told him. "Hirohito is too strong for you, and he probably knows you're coming for him. Your acts of violence were too rash and obvious. If I could make the links between the dead members, then he probably already knows that it was you behind all of it." He warned. "Just turn away while you can." Advised Viktor. "You'll live longer."

Kuroko's eyes narrowed, his grip slowly getting tighter and tighter. Honestly, he would have killed the old man by now if it hadn't been for the fact that he needed him to find Hirohito. He had tried, spent hours tiredly scouring the Internet for a shred or ounce of information on the man but constantly hit brick wall after brick wall. The man was untraceable, untraceable to the public but definitely not untraceable to his former colleagues. Kill Viktor, find Hirohito: it was killing two birds with one stone for him. "If refuse," answered Kuroko. "And frankly, I think Hirohito would be very stupid to ignore all the signals that I had intentionally left for him. I would very much like him to know that I'm coming for him." He whispered lowly, the inner gold rims of his eyes lightened and glowed. "And honestly, what's the point in living when you're constantly being hunted? I have no freedom even if I walk away right now. I will never have any freedom until I finally kill you all. So send me as many hunters as you want, I'll kill every last one of them, and every last member of that previous team of yours. Maybe then you'll learn that life is not something you can lightly play around with."

'Excitement, exhilaration...' Noted Viktor. "Hirohito won't be defeated so easily, with only one of you, you will not be enough to outsmart him or physically strong enough to overwhelm him."

"So you've said," he was getting inpatient, the longer the man took, the more time he was wasting. His eyes glanced back at the clock hanging from the wall, the sun was coming up soon. He didn't have any desire to be caught or spotted in plain sight any time soon. "You're stalling..." With his free hand, Kuroko whipped out a knife from his pocket. "I guess I'll just have to make you talk the old fashioned way." For a moment, Viktor saw hell through the smirking eyes of a small little boy he once labelled as son. "Let's play father."

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TOKYO, JAPAN. LOCAL TIME 8.19PM

The bustling streets were as busy and crowded as always, it was just the way he remembered it. Nothing really changed since he had left. People pushed pass each other quickly as they made their way to the train stations in a rushed fashion, it was nearly peak hours and people were running for the chance to force themselves onto the trains. Kuroko simply followed the flow of the crowd, his head never glancing up from the black Yankee's hat he wore. He was careful, there were cameras everywhere. He didn't want his face to be spotted. Sure he had his misdirection ability, a blessing it was but there was no such thing as being too careful. He dressed simply to merge into the crowd: black hoodie, skinny jeans and trainers. The simple details. His hair, dyed jet black. Temporary of course, a side affect of his mutation as he had discovered earlier on in the year. No matter how many times he had attempted to conceal the brightness of his teal hair, it always failed. Within two hours the dye would always fade, it was bad because it only made him stand out (not like he ever did) but it was good because it provided him with a time frame to carry out his executions.

'Japan though...' He didn't expect to comes back here so soon. His mind drifted, Kuroko couldn't help but wonder how his family was doing... It has been so long since he's seen them, is Obaa-chan doing well? What about his mother? How about his father? Were they all well and healthy? He had made the decision to escape, to protect them and to keep them safe from the brutality of the hunters. They were the only family he had ever known, he was not about to lose them or put them in any line of danger.

Within seconds he had brushed into someone, with his reflexes on alert, Kuroko immediately ducked behind the nearest person walking next to him, he then moved beside the nearest stranger on his left before taking three side steps to the left and two forward steps within the span of five seconds. He moved at hyper speed but soon slowed down and resumed his walking pace towards his destination. Throughout his actions, he made sure to not bump into anybody else to avoid disrupting their pace. He needed them to act natural to conceal him.

"That's odd..." A blonde model muttered to himself, scratching at the back of his head in confusion. He could have sworn that he had bumped into someone. The thought brought a smile to his lips, it reminded him of his former friend but at the same time... It pained and hurt him to remember. "I wonder where he is now..."

Kuroko paused as he heard the familiar voice speak off in the distance, 'Impossible.' He regained his senses before focusing as he stared harshly back at he neon lights before him, 'Takeda Corporations' the large sign spelled out. His eyes narrowed as he stared that the office sitting on the very top floor. 'There...' This was it, his destination.

His mind wandered back to his friendly conversation with Viktor.

Even Kuroko had to admit, it amazed him that it had taken him at least six fingers to cut until the elder man finally gave in and spoke. "His name is not Hirohito Emiya, Hirohito Emiya is only an alias he's using." Viktor confessed at last. The man was tired and bloodied, his body was sprawled across his work desk. After deeming that what he was about to do was a bit too 'messy' for the front shop, Kuroko had brought him downstairs to his private workshop to continue the fun. "He would never use his real name, ever. Out of everyone in the project, he has the most the lose out of all of us."

Kuroko's eyes darkened, "Yet he was the most involved... The mastermind behind everything."

"Yes, Hirohito was. It was under his orders that I was to create you all to become the perfect soldiers." Confirmed Viktor before the man burst into a hackling cough, blood spluttered over the floor. "Have you heard of Takeda Renji?" Asked Viktor, the man met his teal eyes dead on.

Kuroko's blank gaze stared back at him, he titled his head aside as his memory flickered through the profile of people he has collected. He has heard of that name before, but where... His eyes widened in realisation. It wasn't from any of the Phantom's company's documents or from his research on the internet, no it was mentioned before that... Before this whole incident began. "The businessman with links to the government."

Viktor nodded, "He would have so much to lose if people found out about his little fetish hobbies."

Kuroko felt the sides of his lips tilt upwards, things had suddenly gotten more interesting for him. "Then I guess I'll just have to expose the crook for the monster that he truly is." Kuroko responded, his eyes stared down at the man as he moved closer and closer in small steps. "Now, then..." Chop. Chop. "I can't have you running your little mouth off, now can I?"

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Kuroko shut his eyes as he recalled the map plans of the building before him, he let the silence engulf him before teal blue eyes opened. His gaze was frozen with steel determination. He was ready to finally end it all. "Takeda Renji... I'm coming for you." He reached up and pulled his cap lower, taking a deep breath, he moved towards the back of the building.

On the large screen of the building across Takeda Cooperation, the news flashed:

-BREAKING NEWS-

Doll owner, 64, was found man slaughtered and dissembled in his new shop that was due to open. His body was reportedly shredded to pieces and each one was placed inside one of his wooden dolls. Who could have done such a thing? Police are on a hunt now. Stay tuned to find out.

I hope to update this story weekly. That's my goal.