Hello, everyone. I have a challenge/request to make!

Anyways, I had this prompt in my head that I want to be filled but there was no one on tumblr or LJ that thought up of/wrote this. It's a crossover between Durarara! and Kuroko no Basuke. The prompt is:

- Shizuo has the natural ability (or it could be from a head accident) to see the red strings of fate. He may hate Izaya because he can't accept that the flea is his soulmate. Then one day, he sees another red string tied to Izaya's other hand which is connected to a certain phantom player.

- Izaya is Akashi (feel free to make up some history for him)

- It is AkaKuro vs Shizaya (the final pairing is up to whoever wants to write this story)

So why am I not writing this awesome plot bunny?

Because I'm busy and I have other multi-chapters to finish. It's so sad that I can't write this. PM me if you want to fill it (Really, I beg of you, someone make this story for me. Please).

R & R.

Enjoy~!

Kagami was never interested in Japanese culture, not after he moved to America at least, but he always wanted to have a traditional Japanese wedding with a girl who is a total Yamato Nadeshiko. Call him cheesy, but he always thought that if he was going to get married, he might as well be wed to a stable woman who is polite and has a soothing aura.

(Which his wife-to-be was totally not whenever 'yaoi' comes to the picture, though he has no idea what the hell 'yaoi' was. Honestly, he can't remember why he wanted to marry her.)

Because he wanted to have a traditional wedding with Hikikomori Fujoshi, his soon-to-be bride, he decided to learn more about his native culture. And who would be a better person to ask than his own lover?

However, he should've seen this coming, taking in the fact that she was an obsessed fangirl.

"We'll talk about yaoi!" She cheerfully exclaimed. "Let's start with a little terminology. What is the opposite of 'seme'?"

"Seme?" The red-haired man blinked at her, finding the word familiar but having no idea on what it was. "Mese?" Fujoshi facepalmed. "Sorry, I have no idea."

"No, Bakagami-chan!" He scowled at the reluctantly endearing nickname she called him by. "Seme is the opposite of 'uke'!" She jabs an index finger to his face. "Seme is short for 'semeru', which means 'to pitch'. Uke is short for 'ukeru' which means 'to catch'. They're old baseball terms."

"And what does it have to do with this… yaoi?"

"Because seme is the pitcher and uke is the catcher!" She said as if it explained everything. It probably did, he just didn't understand it.

"Yaoi is a type of Japanese baseball?"

"No, no, no. It has something to do with relationships." She waved her hands frantically. "Seme means that you are the giver— the dominant guy in a relationship. Uke is the receiver— the submissive one or the woman in a relationship."

"Ah, so I'm the seme and you're the uke?"

"Nah, that doesn't apply to us."

Fujoshi had a devious smirk on her face. Kagami felt that he was going to regret whatever he was going to hear next.

"Yaoi is a Japanese term for BL. BL stands for Boys' Love; ya know, homosexual relationships, gay butt smecks, and the like." She waved her hand nonchalantly. "Japanese fans like me openly support it."

The redhead was paling further by the second.

"We have something we call Shounen-ai, which is fluffy, sweet love between two guys. Yaoi has awesome delicious man-sex." She squealed. "And also some hot man-rape action!"

"What?!" 'This is what Japanese people do for a hobby?' Kagami imagined his former teammates and the Generation of Miracles watching this so-called 'yaoi'. He mentally shuddered at the images.

"Here, let me introduce you to our yaoi fandom!" Fujoshi brought her laptop, typing a few words in the internet search bar.

"Boku no Pico? What's that?" 'It sounds suspicious.' "And why are you tying me to the chair?" His lover successfully bound him to his chair as he was preoccupied with the familiar yet unfamiliar words on the computer.

"Now, now. Sit back and relax. Close your eyes and I'll punish you~!"

"W-Why?" Now he was stuttering. Why does he have a bad feeling about this?

"You just wait." She went away for a bit and came back in with a cute golden-furred puppy— that scared the crap out of Kagami. She also clicked a video that showed him a grown guy and a blonde girl.

'Wait a minute…'

"IT'S A GUY?!" He shrieked as disturbing sounds came from the speakers. His eyes were burning badly as he was slowly tortured by Fujoshi. He looked away from the screen and tried to struggle, but it was all in vain. "SOME PEOPLE ARE SICK! WHY DO YOU EVEN LIKE GAY PORN?!"

"YAOI IS NOT PORN. IT IS LOVE!"

"That's not the point! And I don't get what's so good about this!"

Fujoshi grabbed the sides of his head and pointed at the screen. "See? The older guy's the seme because he's the one who puts his ochinchin there," She puts her finger directly at the spot. "And the blondie's uke because he gets the manly goods inside his—"

"Don't continue!"

"Aw, you wanted me to show you what's good about this!"

"I had it with this!"

She cackles like an evil witch. Maybe she was. "Watch it or I'll have this cute little puppy all over you." The woman brought the puppy to his face.

And so, for three straight hours, the red-haired male was subjected to watch numerous pilot episodes of different yaoi anime and fan-made videos of him and other Basketball players doing the deed. He discovered that people (including Riko and Momoi) paired him and other guys together. Hell, most of them said that he and Kuroko have a dirty, perverse affair that his wife-to-be supports.

Kagami couldn't look at his friend in the eye for the next few days.

'Maybe I should reconsider getting married to Fujoshi.'