Hello again~! Rikari-chan here~! Welcome again to AkaKuro VocaSongs~! Anyway, here's the third chapter! Hope you enjoy it~!

Dedicated to: Belles7~ Thank you for the request Clara-neesama~!

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Warning: Fluff. Light Chapter. Nuff Said.

(I based this on the KnB video for the song, so yeah…)

On with the story~!

Kuroko Tetsuya was a shadow. He didn't have a presence, and he most certainly did not have friends. He was used to sitting alone and being alone because no one ever notices him. Of course, this meant that he was lonely. Very lonely.

He never really had anyone to talk to. Heartaches, problems, feelings, they were all kept in his chest. But, he never voiced them out. He just imprisoned them in his heart, and vowed to not let them out.

It was another one of his usual days. He sat alone in the rooftop, silently eating from his lunchbox. The sky was a beautiful shade of Celeste, the very same color of his hair and eyes. Beauty exuded from every inch of him, but sadly, no one got to appreciate it.

He sighed. It has been a common occurrence to him. As to when it started, he didn't remember anymore. It just came natural. But being alone on the rooftop reminded him of his problems. It really seemed that him being on the rooftop triggered a lot of negative emotions in him, and they stirred up his insides in ways that made him uncomfortable.

He brought his knees up to his chest and let his tears seep through the thin fabric of his trousers. He winced as he felt the bruise on his cheek press up against his leg. He received it earlier when his father disliked the conduct he had shown, and he regretted his misbehavior.

Flashes of color appeared before his eyes, and his past clung to the edge of his sanity. Painful memories resurfaced, and he let himself submerge under the deep waters of the previous events that haunted his troubled mind.

It was his first day at school. Kuroko was finally going to school, and he was going to be starting the first grade. He was nervous, but his mother told him that if he always smiled and was friendly and polite, he would gain friends that would never leave him.

He fiddled with the hem of his shirt. Shyness was his most obvious trait, and it was evident in his demeanor. Walking inside the small classroom, he surveyed his surroundings. Everywhere he glanced, he saw small stuffed animals and other toys that interested children his age, but certainly not him.

Kuroko Tetsuya was not the type of child that found joy in running pointlessly under the scorching heat of the astral body he had come to know as the sun. He was the reserved type, and he preferred staying inside with his nose buried in a book reading the day away.

So when he arrived at the classroom, he tried to go for a change of pace. He went near his classmates, and tried calling their attention. Most of the others have found their own groups, and they started chatting amongst each other.

He gazed around the room, trying to look for a friendly face. He spotted a brown-haired girl with twin braids standing by herself at the center of the room. She seemed friendly, so he immediately walked over to her.

He gently tapped her shoulder, wanting to call her attention. The girl in question turned around, and let out an ear-piercing shriek. Kuroko tilted his head and wondered what the matter was, until he felt a hard push. He fell to the ground and glanced up to two frightened and angry blue orbs.

"Aaaah! There's a ghost here! Someone save me!" the girl screamed as she sent him a look of disgust. Kuroko brushed himself off and stood up. He said nothing about the girl's outburst, but he extended his hand for a handshake. "My name is Kuroko Tetsuya, what's your name?" he said with a smile.

The girl slapped his hand away, and started crying for help. Kuroko really didn't know what the girl's reasoning was, but he knew the girl was saying mean things about him. He tried clearing up the situation by explaining.

"I'm not a ghost. I'm your classmate. Please stop calling me a ghost." he held his throbbing hand, and felt tears build up at the corner of his eyes. Soon enough, their other classmates gathered around the girl and started comforting her.

"What's wrong Aima-chan?" a blonde girl wearing a pink tee piped up. The said girl turned towards her and pointed at Kuroko. "There's a ghost over there! He's trying to eat me!" their classmates turned towards Kuroko and started screaming angrily at him.

"Get away from us ghost! You shouldn't be here! You're such a freak!" they shouted and started pushing the boy until he fell. They started hitting him and kicking him, and they didn't stop until the boy was heavily bruised and unable to walk.

Kuroko's tears streaked down his pale face. What had he done to deserve this? He didn't do anything wrong. He just wanted to make friends, yet everyone just rejected him and hurt him. Slowly, he tried to get up. The other kids went back to their own business, so they wouldn't notice him slipping away.

He struggled to get to his feet and stumbled to the door. The cut received earlier stung painfully, but he still held on as he searched for help. Luckily, his teacher noticed the small blood trail he left on the floor, and found the boy curled in upon himself, tears flowing down his cute face.

The teacher hurriedly picked the boy up and rushed to the infirmary to treat the blue-haired child. Antiseptic, packets of ice and a bunch of bandages that were embellished by smiling cartoon characters were brought out and applied to Kuroko's wounds.

Kuroko had passed out sometime when he was being carried to the clinic, but he could faintly feel someone taking care of him. He was quickly roused from his peace by boisterous laughs that echoed around in his head.

The previous comments of his classmates kept repeating in his mind. They tore away at him and nipped at him as he broke down. In his mind's eye, he could only see sneering and scowling faces. They mocked him as he screamed out and fell to his knees.

The kindergarten teacher looked over to her student with a worried face. The said boy was tossing and turning in his sleep and he seemed to be in pain. She bent over to the boy's bed, gently and quietly caressing the boy's soft, but unruly hair.

The said boy calmed down a bit and stopped tossing around, succumbing to an even deeper sleep. Kuroko's sleep had become a long one, and he only awoke when his parents came to pick him up. He groggily nodded at his teacher's questions as she knelt down in front of him and held his mother's hand as they walked away.

What the question was, he could no longer remember, but his heart remembered every single word. But like always, he failed to see where his heart really lied. He raised his face to the sky and let out a sigh that was imbued with frustration, anger, and a large amount of sadness.

His elementary years were pretty much like the first year, so he never really got to enjoy. He paused his sighing to dip his head back into his lap when he heard footsteps make their way over to in front of him. He slowly raised his head and found a hand reaching out to him. He cautiously accepted it and the owner of the hand pulled him up.

Kuroko found himself staring into blazing red gold orbs. He knew this person. It was their student council president, Akashi Seijuurou. He uttered out a small thank you and straightened himself up. He brushed away the tears that accumulated on his face, blushing a bit.

It was no secret that he liked the redhead, but his blushing was partly caused by the fact that he had been caught crying on the rooftop alone. The crimson-haired male stared at him and smiled. Akashi walked toward Kuroko and whipped out a handkerchief.

Kuroko merely stared as the redhead started to dab gently at his face with the soft cloth. He was feeling ticklish, but he let the redhead do as he wished. The said redhead laughed as he finished wiping Kuroko's face. The bluenette's cute face was a bit red, and his mouth was in a small pout.

"What are you doing Akashi-san?" Kuroko muttered as he met Akashi's intimidating stare. Kuroko's adorable blue eyes twinkled as he looked into amused fiery red and gold eyes. They were standing only a few inches away from each other, close enough to almost kiss.

The redhead smirked and placed his pointer finger directly above Kuroko's heart. Kuroko looked down curiously, his cheeks further reddening. Akashi merely grinned wider at Kuroko's red face and he let out an airy laugh.

Kuroko raised his head to once again look into those mesmerizing orbs and found himself being pulled into crimson and golden pools. Akashi's velvety voice rang out a few seconds later.

"Hey Tetsuya… Did you know? Your heart is visible to everyone but you." Kuroko blinked in surprise. All his previous sadness disappeared for a moment, and a giggle escaped his mouth. Peals of laughter soon followed, and Akashi started laughing along with him.

When they finally calmed down, Akashi opened his mouth to say something. "Tetsuya why don't we be friends?" Kuroko let out a small smile, and grabbed Akashi's outstretched hand. He let Akashi pull him, dusting himself off as they went.

After a few weeks of watching the team play in the court, Kuroko soon joined the basketball club. He didn't particularly exhibit talent, and he was useless in everything. He was always looked down upon, but he never gave up.

He kept practicing endlessly, wanting to impress the redhead. It was another one of his normal days. He went to the court after school, changed into his jersey, and practiced endlessly, ignoring the sneering faces of his fellow third-string members.

He had to get better. He had to impress Akashi. He had to return the favor. He grabbed another ball and dribbled. He focused his eyes on the hoop, took the proper position, and shot. Unlike what he would have wanted, the ball did not go in. It bounced off the rim and rolled somewhere.

He sighed. That had been the 50th consecutive missed shot. Well, it was no use being sad about it; he just had to practice more. He reached for another ball, but halted when a smooth and sultry voice echoed around the room.

"You should really rest Tetsuya. All this practice is starting to toll on your body." Akashi said as he walked up to Kuroko. He eyed Kuroko's leg and shook his head. "Your leg is going to be sprained if you keep this up."

He put the towel he was holding on Kuroko's head. He started rubbing the bluenette's hair free of sweat, muttering to himself all the way. Kuroko merely closed his eyes, relinquishing the feeling. It was true. His leg has been bothering him for a while now, but he brushed away the dull pain it brought.

Akashi smiled at the azure-haired male's antics. Sometimes Kuroko just became a lethargic cat that made anyone want to cuddle him. He let out a chuckle and pinched one of Kuroko's cheeks, watching as the bluenette cried out in protest.

He let go and turned his back on Kuroko and walked away. Right before he exited, he looked over to Kuroko and uttered one thing.

"You're in the first-string now. Get ready." Akashi sighed and looked up to the dark sky. Twinkling stars winked at him, and the moon was a sliver against them. "I just hope you wouldn't do this just for me Tetsuya…" he whispered and walked away, illuminated by the star-studded night sky.

A few months had passed, and Kuroko was able to fit in quite nicely. He had become a solid part of their team while being as close to Akashi as possible. It was wonderful. The feeling he got whenever they played on the court. It was enchanting, albeit being absolutely normal.

He stepped on the court, heading for the bench. He had already warmed up, so there was no need to go over to the others. He could already see the boasting smirk of the opposite team's captain, hearing him brag about how strong their team was, etc.

It was always like that. Whenever they walk onto the court, they would always be smiling, boasting about their strength, and trying to rile the other team up. They just stopped whenever the game started. The large difference in scores made the players lose hope and just give up.

It was unnerving for Kuroko; to see their opponents' shell-shocked faces. They looked lifeless, and Kuroko knew that they would hate the sport soon. But that really didn't just go for their opponents. His teammates were feeling the pressure too.

Kuroko watched every time as Aomine lost his grin, Murasakibara sported a bored look on his face, and Akashi lost the spark that was always present in his eyes whenever they played a game. It was heart-breaking, and immensely sad. He was forced to watch with Momoi on the sidelines, as the team started changing.

Aomine stopped coming to practice, Murasakibara soon following. Akashi changed his attitude too. Instead of his usual intimidating but friendly demeanor, he became downright scary and oppressive. Midorima became full of himself, and Kise became too confident in his abilities.

Kuroko merely watched as they soon forgot about him, and the circle fell apart. He watched as Momoi's tears fell, becoming number by the second. His own tears filled his eyes, begging to be shed, but he refused. Crying wasn't needed right now, he decided.

He held on, trying to pull the circle back together, feeling empty all the while. He tried convincing everyone to come back, but he was met with heart-breaking answers. He tried being strong, but he was fragile, and he knew it.

"I forgot how to receive your passes Tetsu."

"We don't need you anymore Kuroko."

"Ehh? But I don't wanna~ Kuro-chin can't really force me~ I'll crush you."

"Sorry Kurokochii. I'm better than you now. I have no use for you."

"Your role is done Tetsuya. I have no need for useless tools."

Of all those comments, the last one hurt him the most. The very person who helped him when he was down told him such a painful thing. Akashi said it to him. At that moment, he couldn't hold back anymore.

Kuroko's tears came rushing down his face in a slow, but steady stream. He knew it was inevitable, but the pain just came out and hit him right in the face. He was on the roof, just like the time they first met. But now, it wasn't sunny, it was raining hard.

Kuroko brought his knees to his chest. He let the rain soak through his uniform, feeling the cold seep through his skin. He was probably going to get sick, but he didn't care. The emotions that barreled up inside of him kept him from caring anyway.

He thought about the previous events, reminiscing what has been. Kuroko knew he wouldn't be able to bear being around them again in their current state, so he made a decision. 'I'll definitely bring them back.' he thought as he exited the rooftop.

Getting the back was not an easy task. Kuroko had resigned from the basketball club, and he didn't show his face to any of them since that day. Even on their graduation day, he didn't dare face them. He went to a new school, joined the basketball team, and formed a circle of friends.

They went through everything together, battling the Generation of Miracles, and struggling to the top. It was time for their final match, and Kuroko could not deny that he was a bit anxious. The squeamish feeling didn't leave his stomach; it just stayed and made him uncomfortable.

Kiyoshi, being the supportive senpai he is, pat his back lightly. He then ruffled Kuroko's silky hair and grinned. "Stop being so tense Kuroko. We need you to be focused you know?" he said and lifted his large hand from the bluenette's head.

Kuroko lifted his head and slightly smiled back. He then stood up and stretched a bit, feeling the pressure leave his tense shoulders. He slightly purred, watching as his teammates' mouths fell in shock as their almost invisible teammate purred, and their coach had a nosebleed at the rare display of cuteness.

The phantom's thoughts wandered to Akashi, and he recalled the redhead's caring smile, the thing that inspired him to keep going. He wondered what he was feeling at the moment. Was it melancholy or happiness? Maybe it was love or fondness, but he wasn't sure. All he knew was that his heart pounded harder around the redhead.

He stood up from the bench and followed behind his teammates as they walked onto the court, moving under the stares of the onlookers. They lined-up and faced their opponents. Kuroko was standing in front of Akashi, returning the intense stare.

He could feel his teammates tense up as they saw the intimidating captain's glare, but he didn't fail to return the gaze with a rivaling passion. He stared once again into those rouge and aureolin pools, remembering the time they first met. Akashi's eyes were still the same color they were before, but they lacked the luster they always used to hold.

"LET'S HAVE A GOOD GAME!" they yelled as they turned around to take their positions. Kuroko's eyes narrowed, and he never said anything, but his teammates could tell that he was determined. Very determined.

Kuroko made eye contact with Akashi. His face became serious, and he held the stare as the redhead continued looking at him. He could see the sadness buried under all that pride, trying to make its way out but not being able to.

He let out a small, but visible smile. He stared right at Akashi and mouthed a few words.

'I'll get you back Sei-kun. I promise I will.' And as he did that, the tip-off started and the game was in play.

The buzzer rang out and echoed through the room. Sweat dripped onto the floor, staining it with its crystal clearness. The ball had long since rolled somewhere, but they don't really care about that now. After a few seconds of shock, the crowd went wild.

Screams and cheers filled Kuroko's ears, but he didn't care. His gaze was glued to only one person, and he stood a few meters away from him. Akashi had a dejected look on his face, his face cast downwards. Shadows slightly covered his eyes, but Kuroko could tell that tears were accumulating there.

He strode to Akashi's spot, pausing in front of the redhead. Akashi still had the dejected look on his face, but Kuroko intended to change that. He reached his hand out and put it on Akashi's cheek. A brilliant smile found his way on to his face and he reached out.

Kuroko's hand found its way onto Akashi's head. He gently rubbed it, imitating the movement Akashi had made when he found Kuroko practicing alone without the towel. Akashi's eyes widened, and as if waking from a trance, his eyes were wide, and the luster that Kuroko missed so much was starting to fill those entrancing orbs once again.

Akashi let a small grin slip onto his pale face. He looked into Kuroko's beautiful blue eyes, letting the message go across. 'Thank you.' those heterochromatic jewels told Kuroko. Akashi smiled again and wrapped his arms around Kuroko, letting the tears of frustration and happiness seep into the bluenette's shirt.

A single thought echoed inside Kuroko's mind then. The question that his teacher had asked him finally returned to him. The memory that was etched into his heart had made itself known, and he could finally answer that question properly. After so long, he finally found the answer. Kuroko closed his eyes and wrapped his own arms around Akashi, savoring the moment.

"Tetsuya-kun, do you think you can find friends?"

A nod.

"Then Tetsuya-kun, you should find someone who'll always stay with you okay?"

'Hai sensei, I will, and I have.'

Hello~! Rika-chan here again~! Umm… I don't know what to say about this XD I was happy. Too happy. Anyway~ For all those people who favorite, followed, and reviewed~ Thank you~!

(Rika-chan is having exams, so she is kinda busy. That's why she updated late. By the way, Hi! I'm Rikkun, her twin. Yes. Her Twin. Anyway, please do send reviews, Rika-chan becomes really happy when she receives them. And also, for Belles-san, Thank you for giving my poor fangirl of a sister something to do. She bugs me otherwise and also, please enjoy it. She worked real hard on it . Okay. Rikkun out.)

Okay~ Rika-chan here again~! I had my twin type up something to say there XD cause I really didn't know what to put :D Anyway, This is for you Clara-neesama~! Thank you for waiting patiently for this XD And please do enjoy :DDD

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