Hello! Guys, I was like OMFG! When I saw all of the favorites and alerts and reviews in my mail! So a massive thank you to all that has reviewed! Anyways, I'm typing this at 00:14 in the morning, so I'm very, very tired… Please point out any mistakes or other things if you do happen to see any! Also, this hasn't been betaed! So, yeah. Please do ignore the mistakes and read on!

Warning: Future Yaoi! Might be some OOC! That's all for now, I think…

Disclaimer: If I had owned KNB, I'd be rolling in money… If I had owned KNB… It'd be rated MA… But alas, fate has other plans… and gave it to someone else… So cry me a river and buy me the rights… or just do not sue me… yeah… -lamely-

Whatever Akashi was expecting to receive, it was definitely not this. He thought that his sister would send him some kind of dirty, porn related things, or that her friend would send him those yaoi books and mangas that she loves to no end. But a doll –an infamous, must be expensive one at that-, NO.

But that wasn't what surprised Akashi the most, it was the fact that when he looked at it, he felt butterflies in the pits of stomach, and when he touched the smooth, cool porcelain, he felt a tingly sensation in his chest. Was it because it looked so real? Or was it because of the crystal blue eyes that seemed to bore into his head no matter which was he turned it? Either way, Akashi immediately felt a strange attachment to the pale doll.

Lifting the object high into the air, he felt his lips twitching upwards and parting, an unfamiliar noise exploded from the red-head's mouth, surprising him. Was he… laughing?

Ah… so the mere touch of that doll… -no, creature, Akashi concluded, for no doll could obtain such beauty- could make him act so out of character, then what would the affects it would have on him if he was a real, actual living being, with the ability to speak and move?

It was weird, for the captain of the Generation of Miracles, he was thinking about such a soulless creature with such warmness, thinking about it as a friend, a lover, even, five minutes after he had been given it; an unsaid forbidden act of an Akashi.

But the doll was just so cute… The lips look so kissable… The hair so touchable…

"Argh… The others' craziness must be rubbing off on me…" Akashi sighed, "Was I really thinking that I am falling in love with a… doll?" He leaned his forehead onto the doll's, a frown adoring his perfect face.

He sat the toy onto the couch of the living room, smoothing out the creases on its clothes. Akashi straightened up and proceeded to throw out the cut cardboard of the box his present was wrapped in. After the deed was done, he returned to find that the doll had moved an inch.

Had Akashi been someone else, he'd of pass that off as a trick of his mind, but Akashi is Akashi, and an Akashi is absolute, there was no way that he could have mistaken. The doll had moved.

Another new feeling rose up in Akashi's chest, unease. It was not that he believes in magic, what so ever, magic was too childish for Akashi, but he could not help but think that this act was not something a mere breeze could do, anyways, his windows were all shut, the curtains drawn. It was obvious that the sadist is not a fan of light.

The living room was dim, as how Akashi liked it, and he was shocked when he saw two teal eyes glowing, glowing, in the dark. Akashi's brain was now going haywire. He sucked in a sharp breath and tried to calm down his thumping heart. Somewhere deep inside his mind, he scolded himself for being so surprised by something so trivial; he was not supposed to be so easily shocked. He placed a mental note to triple his own training tomorrow as a punishment. But for now, he has a more important thing to deal with.

In the most commanding, cold voice he could muster up, he questioned the owner of the glowing eyes "So, are you the 'cursed' doll that everyone has being talking about?"

Silence.

"How impolite, are you ignoring your current owner?" The captain was amused; the boy didn't even flinch at his tone. He was going to be a fun one.

"So…" A monotone voice began, "No screams? No 'MONSTER!'?" His voice turned bitter, and his face scrunched up at the memories, though the expression faded again as soon as it had appeared. "Well, aren't you an interesting one?" He mused.

Akashi's eyebrows shot up, never, I repeat, NEVER, in his life had someone dared to defy him "Answer my question."

The teal haired doll -now human sized, Akashi had noticed- sighed, and retorted with a tone just as sharp as the other's "I find no need to answer one whose name I do not even know."

A smirk found its way onto the taller occupant of the room's lips, "I apologize," he bowed, a mocking tone laced his voice, "How incredibly rude of me, my name is Akashi Sejuro, and now that I've introduced myself, who do I have the immense pleasure of being company with?"

"You flatter me," the teal head said sarcastically, "And as for my name…" He trailed off.

"Yes?" Akashi prodded, his patience worn thin by the silence that fell in a heavy blanket onto the two again.

"…" the doll -can it, no, it, be even called a doll? I mean, dolls doesn't just randomly come to life, right?- decided to let the silence hang for a while longer before answering with a indifferent voice "I do not have one, I always return to a doll again before I receive one." There were no sadness in it, only emptiness; it pained Akashi for some reason to know that this stranger that he felt as if he had known for his whole entire life got so used to that treatment he no longer felt anything from it.

"Turn back?"

"I never knew that we were playing twenty questions, Akashi-kun."

"Do not avoid the question," Akashi was displeased; this was really wearing his nerves out.

"Hai," all playfulness was gone, replaced by seriousness, "You see, every time I become loved by someone, I gain my soul." The shorter boy –as Akashi now decided to call him- looked towards the latter for permission to continue, which was granted with a short, curt nod. "When I gain my soul, I become like now, a human looking creature. But when the love the person feels for me disappears, I return into a normal doll, with no will."

"That still does not explain why you always 'turn back'." Akashi had a theory inside his head, and though he knew that he was correct, he still felt the need to have it confirmed the need to know the cruelness of the truth. Again, he chided himself, since when did he become so weak that he cannot even accept a small fact?

"It is very obvious, isn't it normal to scream and be scared when you see a doll just coming to life all of the sudden and talks to you?" The teal head glanced at the other curiously "I wonder when you are going to start screaming, a slow reaction, maybe?"

Akashi chuckled, in one part of mind; he was horrified that the boy/doll had to experience something so heart breaking for so many times, for there was no doubt that he had at least hundreds of owners in the past, but in another part of him, he felt a spark of amusement for the umpteenth time that day at the witty reply of the other. Most people would be quaking with fear now because of his oppressing aura. But the boy currently in front of him was acting like it wasn't even there and staring at him with his blank blue eyes.

"Screaming is way too lowly for me, and I feel no bad intent from you. Therefore, before you commit any harmful acts, I have no reason to fear you," Akashi said, If you actually do anything bad, I can always cut you up, bit by bit. That went unsaid, but it was understood by both in the room.

Silence, yet again, fell around them like a heavy blanket.

Ring! Ring!

A loud, annoying sound filled the air, cutting through it like knives in hot butter, the spell was broken, and both flinched away from the source of the noise by instinct. Akashi reached for the offending thing, flipping it open with an annoyed sigh.

"Hello, what do you want, nee-sama?"

"Ah~ Hello~ Little brother~~~" The caller, now identified as Akashi's big sister, purred.

"Do you have anything to say about the… GIFT you sent me?"

"OH~ so you did like it~ I never knew that you had a fancy for dolls-"

CLICK.

Akashi ended the call, he could feel a headache threatening to break through, raising both of his hands, he started to massage his temples.

"Ano…"

Akashi flinched again, he had forgotten about the other occupant in the room.

"Yes?" He asked, opening his eyes and dropping his hands. The teal haired boy was standing there awkwardly, his hands clasped behind his back.

Suddenly, Akashi realized how rude he must had been, how could he let a person just stand there doing nothing?

"Ah, where are my manners? Please sit down and make yourself at home," He gestured to the couch with a wave of his hands. "I presume that you drink tea, yes? Or would you like some-"

"No, it's alright. But… Are you really not scared?" The boy cut the other off, his face one of disbelieve "I just… came to life! And I was a doll! What if I do mean har-!" Akashi silenced the other by placing a long finger onto his lips, a slight red tinted the latter's cheeks at the unfamiliar touch.

"Hush," It was not a request, but a command. The red head's tone sounding slightly displeased at being interrupted, but other than that was its normal, deep one. "Are you really trying to make me fear you... Tetsuya?" After pondering for a short while, Akashi continued.

"Tetsuya?" The boy/doll tilted his head, his wide doe eyes glinting curiously, "What is 'Tetsuya', Akashi-kun?"

Akashi chuckled at the cuteness the boy was unconsciously showing, "Yes, Tetsuya. That is your name. Kuroko Tetsuya." He caressed the boy, no; Kuroko Tetsuya's cheeks with his thumbs "Do you not like it?"

Kuroko was stunned, never in his whole entire existence had one cared to give him a name, hell, no one had even talked to him properly before they freaked out and he turned back into a doll again.

"Kuroko… Tetsuya," He tasted the foreign word on his tongue, feeling it roll out naturally. "My name is… Kuroko Tetsuya." His chest, for the first time, had a warm feel to it.

Akashi nodded in approval. "Yes. Your name is Kuroko Tetsuya. Welcome to my humble household, Kuroko Tetsuya. I hope you will enjoy your stay." He mock bowed.

Kuroko felt his lips lift up, and he had the strangest feeling that his eyes were wet. "Hai. Thank you, Akashi-kun." For the first time, his tone was not bitter, nor monotone, but a warm one, one of a sunny day in summer, where blossoms bloom in their various colors, where children laughed and played in water.

For the first time, the cursed doll, now named Kuroko Tetsuya, smiled.

And this was how it all began.

TBC…

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R&R~~~