A/N:Sorry that I've been inactive for a long time. Something bad happened to my laptop. I would of posted a authors note, but it was nearly impossible to use my laptop.. But now I have my new Computer..not laptop(broken 4 already), and I'll resume my writing..posting every Friday or Saturday like before.

The Train Station

Kise slowly stopped in his tracks. He wasn't in the mood to talk. After with what just happened with Kasamatsu, all Kise wanted to do is go home and forget the day even happened, forget the confrontation and bury the deep feeling of sorrowfulness within him. Kise wanted to become numb, he could't bare with what just happened. Kise knew that he wouldn't be able to make it home, he wouldn't be able to make it before he brakes down and begins to cry again. Kise just wanted to get get home as fast as he could, but someone always has to get in the way in any situation.

" Kise-Kun". Kise could hear it now, it was a girls voice and it sounded a little bit familiar. He tried to think of who it was, but he talks to so many girls through out the school day that Kise couldn't place it. So he reluctantly spun himself around to face once again the girl who had confessed to him just only a few days before. She had a large smile on her face, slowly turning red by the second.

Kise simply looked at her and smiled his usual smile. "What is it" Kise said in a menacing tone. He really wasn't up to talking to people, and since it usually works to talk in a bad tone, they would leave him alone.

Kise knew it was rude to be that way to a girl who doesn't know what was going on but, he honestly was fed up with everything at the moment and his only desire was to get home. The girl stopped smiling for a second, taken back with Kise's tone.

She slowly began to stutter and Kise knew he wasn't going to wait up for this. She was able to talk normally with him, and that was what pisses him off the most. He had no problem being favored over, being the famous and most popular one in the whole school. He was just like any normal 16 year old, he was easy to talk with and all the girls could see that. A few of them had a lot of confidence to go up to him, and now he was friends with them. He knew that they would tell there friends and sooner or later half the whole school knew. But sometimes there are instances where some girls would talk to him normally, no blushing, no stuttering, no shyness. Wait a few hours or days and they become a mess. They blush and stutter when they don't have too, then they can't have a normal conversation. What happened to before when they were okay talking to him. That made Kise feel like he has to start from square one again, and it annoyed him to the point where it became something he hated. It makes him feel like he is only limited to boys as friends, and he hated having to stand and wait there for them to come up with something, a reason for stopping him. They could make up anything and Kise would be okay with it, and now the thing that he hated the most is happening right now. He wasn't going to put up with it.

"You know what, I just can't...so...maybe next time okay. I really don't have the fucking time for this, know what your going to say before stopping me". Kise should of been feeling bad for her because of his words, but at the moment he didn't care.

Kise spun himself around and began to walk out the school gates like he had intended to do in the first place.

He let out a sigh of frustration. He hatted this day so much that at this point Kise was willing to die. As he made his way down to the station his mind began to think about the paper in the side pocket of his book bag.

Kise stopped walking for a moment, reached to the side of his bag and pulled the paper out. He gave it a quick look over and noticed that at the bottom of the paper it had a box to put in a reason as to why they were quitting the club. Kise closed his eyes, sighing he began to think of what he was going to put, only bringing him back to what just happened a few minutes ago.

Ten minutes later he arrived at the station, the next train was leaving in seven minutes.

Kise slowly made his way over to the benches that were placed a 100 feet away from the white lines. He slowly sat down since his body still hurt from being sore and beaten. Noticing that a few girls kept staring at him more than usual, made Kise aware that his body condition was more visible than he thought. Of course his face told everything, but it was the first time he's been uncomfortable being stared at by a group of people, girls non the less.

With three minutes left Kise quickly made sure that he had his train tickets. Kise always had a plan, he would buy two tickets each day, so that he had enough, and end up with an extra on the weekends in case he wanted to go out. His plan had always worked and saved him a lot of money.

Kise shoved his hands down his front pockets only to find nothing in them, he then quickly moved his hands to the back pockets to find nothing in them again.

This made Kise worry a bit. He roughly lunged his book bag of his shoulders, placing it on the edge of the bench and quickly opening it. Kise made sure to look through everything only resulting in him finding money along with folded papers at the bottom of the bag.

Kise pondered about the last place he put the tickets in. He woke up, showered, went to the train station, bought two more tickets and put them in his shirt pocket. The moment Kise remembered that, he looked down only to see that his shirt had no pockets.

All Kise did was stare at his shirt, wondering where the pocket might of gone, a few more seconds later Kise cussed. The tickets were in his other shirt, drenched in a mixture of water and paint and thrown in the garbage. Kise honestly just wanted to get up and scream but he held it in. Not only were his tickets gone, he realized his shirt was too...his favorite shirt, and the only reason that was his favorite shirt was because Kuroko gave it to him for his birthday. That made Kise more sad over the fact that he lost his favorite shirt instead of losing his train tickets.

Kise let out another frustrated sigh. He began to walk as quickly as possible to the ticket booth before the train had a chance to get there. It was nearly impossible for Kise to speed walk, his leg began to betray him, it started to hurt right at the moment Kise's pace started to quicken up.

When Kise finally managed to get to the booth, he took the money he found out of his pocket and started to frantically count.

"9...9.78..ohh". Kise didn't have enough money, he was a dollar short and he knew that going back to check was a useless plan, since that was the only money he found during his search. Kise also knew, going back to school was an option he was not willing to take. Club activities at school don't end until five, and if the basketball club went outside once, there was a greater chance that Kise will eventually bump into them.

With more frustration Kise squeezed his hands together into a ball and let out a puff of air. Swinging himself around, he began to retreat back to the bench again. He could always ask for money from anyone in the train station it was only just a dollar but in truth Kise hated asking for things from others. In his whole life people expected him to give back, even if it was just notes he needed, that person would expect something back from him. Not everyone was like that, but Kise didn't take that chance.

Taking his seat once again, Kise watched as the train he was supposed to go on entered. He watched as the train opened its doors and a pool of people went in. Kise continued to watch, he had no idea how he was supposed to get home now. He had no way to reach his safe haven.

As the train started to leave someone poked his shoulder making Kise jolt at the touch. He turned his head around, to AGAIN find the girl who confessed to him only a few days ago. He didn't know what to say so he slowly turned his head back facing the now slightly empty train station.

Only then to met the edge of the girls sweater. He lifted his head up to look at her. When he looked at her it seemed that she was holding her breath in and he was right she let out a puff air. The only motion she did was put her hand in her pocket.

Kise honestly didn't know what to do. He began to think that she would yell at him for using a bad tone with her earlier, but nothing came out of her mouth. The silence was unbearable.

Kise swallowed hard. Suddenly a hand came right up to his face and Kise once again jolted, giving a little scream in the process. He refocused his eyes on her hands again to notice a ticket, one of the train tickets. Kise quickly look up at her. "What is this?"

She turned her head slightly to the side and answered very quietly. "Its a train ticket.."

"I see that, but what about it"

She then looked at him with a questioning face "I want you to take it"

"Oh" Kise suddenly got it, he then brought his hands up softly pushing her hand away, shaking his head. "I'm sorry but I can't"

"No I insist" "Why?"

"Because, I bought one to many and I saw you staring at the train."

"It doesn't mean something just because I was staring"

"Yeah but if I remember correctly... you said something like...' I just can't...so...maybe next time okay. I really don't have the fucking time for this,'". She ended up intimating Kise's voice, badly. " So I thought that you really needed to go home"

Kise let out a small laugh and took the ticket from her hand. He had just realized that this was the first time he had felt...happy. Laughing always made Kise happy, something he hasn't been able to do for a while.

When he took a look to his side, the girl had sat down. "Do you want something in return... for this"

"HUH? oh noo. Take it as a late valentines...a ticket home"

Kise let out a scoff. "Why are you sitting down..aren't you going home?"

"How can I go home if the train just left?"

"Oh...right..."

She then let out a little laugh. Since the train wouldn't come back until the next hour, he thought he could do something in the mean time, something to at least keep his mind of Kasamatsu.

Kise stood up wrapping his backpack around his shoulders. He looked at the ticket that was still in his hand, giving a glance to the girl. He let out a sigh. "Hey...do...do you want to um...go do something while we wait"

The girl gave Kise a look, and nodded slightly. She stood up and began to walk next to him.

"Oh and my name is Masumi"

"Hi Masumi, I'm Kise but you already know that"

She gave a little laugh again. Soon they began walking.

Kise wanted to occupy his mind and he thought she might do the trick, but he knew that it was impossible not to forget what happened.