Kuroko's POV
I flinch, hissing silently at the pain, as Midorima pulls the bandage tight, pinning it down.
"Ouch" I say blankly. Just because I look stoic most of the time, doesn't mean I don't have emotions. I just don't like showing them. It never ends well. I think back to the drive home and internally curse myself. Midorima had seen my slip up. He had seen me cry. Damn it...
"Kuroko. What happen-"
"KUROKOCHIIIIIIII!" I jump as a voice yells outside of my door. Midorima, sighs into his hands, straightens out his glasses, and stands up. He heads to the door, and I wince as Kise continues to yell.
Kise's POV
Practically jumping out of the car, I throw a fifty to the driver and he drives away. I look up to the small building and sigh. The house is far from in good condition. The windows are cracked, the light blue paint is chipping away, revealing the blackened wood that stand as walls. Looking around, I gasp internally. Why would Kurokochii live here? This neighborhood is the most dangerous place near our school! Many crimes occur and people can get jumped near here, and the idea of my dear Kurokochii getting caught in it...
"KUROKOCHIIIIII!" I yell knocking on the small door.
"KUROKOCHIIIII! I"M HERE NOW! CAN I COME IN?" I lean against the door, listening for a soft voice to respond, but instead, I fall flat on my face. Someone had opened the door while I was still leaning against the door. Groaning softly, I turn onto my back. Looking up, I see the glint in his glasses, and glare.
"Why did you open the d- never mind where is Kurokochii?" I ask impatiently, pushing myself off of the floor.
"I'm right here." A bland voice states. I turn, and there he is, about six inches away from my face.
"Ohmigosh! When did you get there?" I ask, trying to coax the air back into my lungs. His head tilts and he shrugs.
"I've been here the whole time," He says. Looking around, my eyes widen. I've never been inside Kuroko's house, just around it. The décor was very dull, and I wonder when the furniture was even bought. The couch is a pale gray color, and looks very well used. The same can be said about the two arm chairs that line the wall. The walls themselves aren't painted, just left as their original white, and small pictures cover them. This seems to be the only room in the house, except for what looks like a small kitchen and bathroom off to the side. Where does he sleep? Kuroko notices my gaze sweeping around, and he clears his throat. Turning to Midorima, he blinks. "What is he doing here?" Kuroko asks. I look to him also, crossing my arms.
"Yeah, what am I doing here? You just called and said you needed me here."
Kuroko's POV
"Yeah, Midorima-kun. What did you need from him?" I ask again. Midorima pushes his hair back and sighs. He seems to search my expression for a moment and I hide my emotions behind the cold mask. The corners of his mouth turn down and he moves towards Kise.
"Let's go Kise-kun. I wanted to show you something." Midorima says tightly. Kise moves to object, before pausing. A moment passes, and he nods, following him out. Before the door closes, Midorima pokes his head back in.
"Oh, and remember not to strain your wrist too much. I'll let coach know that you won't be able to play for a while." When he closes the door, I hear Kise yell.
"What? Kurokochii's wrist? He's hurt?! OH NOOOO MY KUROKOCHIIIIIIII!" I listen as he's dragged away by Midorima. Shaking my head as the noisy duo heads away, I move across the room and enter what barely counts as a kitchen. Placing a hand on my stomach, coaxing away the grumbling, I look around. The room is nearly empty. There is a counter, where a microwave, toaster, and coffee maker sit. Off to the side, there is a sink that only works when it feels like it. There is no fridge, just a large cabinet above the microwave. I really have no use for those so called refrigerators. They just make the electricity bill higher. I reach up and carefully open the cabinet, the tiny ray of hope failing. Nothing... again.
Scowling, I turn and head to the bathroom. Almost tripping over the uneven flooring, I push the door open and step inside. Not even bothering to close it, I sit on the covered toilet seat. Turning my attention to the small drawer, I pause. I can't. I can't. No. No. No. No... uggghh! In a second, I'm back on my feet and have yanked it open. Staring down into the drawer, my breath hitches. The glint of sharp metal greets my bewildered gaze, almost inviting me to a blissful oblivion. I almost reach for it, but a memory pops up in my mind. Right, we had just finished basketball practice. I had felt their stares as I changed my shirt. Their stares directed at the thin, red gashes lining my thin abdomen. Before they could ask, I had simply glanced to them with the signature blankness and had given the best excuse available. That I had been attacked by a stray cat. Simple enough, cats hate me. But dogs, hah, I love dogs. The feeling's mutual.
Shaking my head, I slam the draw closed and rush out of the bathroom, throwing the door shut behind me. Clenching my fist, I pull a blanket over to the couch and plop down, cuddling the cloth, as if it was someone very dear to me.
With Akashi, cuddling was out of the question, but it's almost as important to me as breathing. I may not look like it, but the best thing for me is having a warm arm to burrow underneath. But that doesn't matter... at least, not to anyone else. Holding my wrist close, I sigh. Fractured, as Midorima had diagnosed. Whooo. Yay. Passing the ball will be much more fun now. With the force I use to pass the ball, it's a wonder that this is the first injury of mine. Dismissing the thought, I pause. I wonder why Midorima called Kise?
Kise's POV
Kurokochii...
Kurokochii...
Kurokochii...
Kurokochii...
Kurokochii...
Kurokochii...
Kurokochii...
Kurokochii...
Kurokochii...
Kurokochii...
Kurokochii...
Kurokochii...
Aarrrrrgggghhhhhh! I wanna see Kurokochii!
"Mido-" I start to call out to him, and he turns around, cutting me off.
"Listen. Some thing is going on."
