SO. SO. SO. SO SORRY FOR THE MASSIVE DELAY. And I've got no excuses to cover myself. -_- but here's the third chapter!

Kuroko no Basket does not belong to me!

He was lost.

Amidst the crowds of adolescent children, there was one light blue hair boy, pushed against the mass flow of humans. He looked about himself, wondering how he was to get where he needed to. The boy managed to nudge his way out of the crowds and off to the side of the walkway. He looked to the left where the school stood tall and proud. He was to spend the next 3 years within the thick walls of the building, perhaps a few friends to be made in the process. His parents, he doesn't remember how they died, all he knows is a relative killed them for money. That was all he needed to know to distance himself from them. To not associate himself with the flies and maggots that scavenge for any of the money he could of possibly dropped. Of course, he never did drop any, nor was he clumsy enough to allow them to grab money but they were always on the lookout.

He shifted the bag on his shoulder, the straps digging into him. He stared blankly ahead, not paying attention to his surroundings and drifting slowly into the world of his voices. A sudden strike to his shoulder brought his rushing back to reality has his face almost closed the space between the floor. He closed his eyes and braced for the hit that never came, but instead felt a strong pull on his arm as the force yanked him back up.

"Sorry man. Didn't see you there." The boy looked up. And up. And up, and saw the face of a dark skinned boy with dark blue hair. He quickly left after apologizing to the boy, who was still processing what had happened. He turned back to the direction he had been originally heading and continued his way towards his classroom.

The teacher was a man of average height, average build, and average appearance. His skill in teaching was perhaps slightly better than average, but his observational skills were exceptional. As he called roll and asked for introductions, he briefly skimmed through the faces of the new students. Most of them looked about average, perhaps a few delicate faces, faces that were to become finely sculpted here and there. These students were all from families of high status, and that included the faculty. There was but only a few faces that pushed away people. He continued down the list of students, each saying a short introduction that either only had their name or had actually said a hobby or two. He hit a certain name that caused him to raise a brow.

"Kuroko Tetsuya!"

A few whispers broke between a number of the students. Perhaps a few of them do remember the incident from 3 years back. He looked to where the boy was supposed to be sitting, but couldn't seem to find the boy. Suddenly and a hand appeared between two students. A light blue haired boy rose from between them.

"I'm Kuroko Tetsuya. Nice to meet you."

The monotonous voice seemed to almost drown within the silent classroom. The teacher was left almost staring off into space before he snapped back and continued with roll, keeping the boy in mind.

There was no curriculum to teach that day, as it was the first, so the teacher recommended thinking about clubs they may be interested in joining. Clubs were required for first years, he explained, and second and third years are allowed to leave as soon as school ends. The rest of the class time was allowed to be used as self-study time. The teacher walked over to the boy and whispered a quick message to him before leaving the room.

"You wished to see me, teacher?"

No one had heard the door to the teacher's lounge opening, so a few of the teachers around him jumped slightly from the sudden appearance of the student. The supposed teacher, turned from his desk, and gave the boy a small smile. He motioned him to sit down on a nearby stool. "I suppose you want to know why I called you." He watched the boy nod, and he continued, "I'd like to make sure you're feeling all right. And that you'll be feeling all right from here on," he stole a glance at the boy, who had a face of no emotion. "I also would like to let you know that I come from a family of private investigators and that if you ever need help, I'll be willing."

The boy maintained his emotionless mask and nodded, "I'll keep it in mind." He stood and left the room.

The boy made his way towards the gymnasium with a slight hop to his step. Although his face did not give way to his emotions, he was indeed excited. Whether the fact that he had a higher chance of grasping the answer of his age old question or that he was going to join the club of his favorite sport was making him excited, not even he knew.

This chapter had been done to this point for a few months but I kept thinking I could add more. Unfortunately I couldn't think of much more, so here it ends! OTL I'm not too sure if I want to keep up with this story, but I'll just see how it goes and whether or not I get the will power to work on it…..

And I'm sorry about the really awkward language use, I'm still trying to grasp the concept of story writing…

And the short chapter OTLLL;;;;

See you perhaps in a few weeks/months!