*GoM POV*

The last thing the GoM remembered was being surrounded by people who looked like yakuza. After that, they were knocked out, shoved into individual potato sacks, and brought to... this place. The one similar thought running through each of their heads was, Where are we?

While they would have loved to see what kind of environment they were placed in, they were currently blindfolded and hanging by their wrists in some sort of contraption. They didn't know if they were alone. But it couldn't hurt to try, right?

"I-is anyone there? Where are we? Does anyone know?" Kise was the first to speak. Since he was a famous model, he had gotten himself into situations where he was almost kidnapped, but he had gotten out of them easily. His kidnappers would've always made some stupid blunder and allowed him to escape, as well as beat up the criminals. But this was different. He couldn't do anything if he couldn't see and was hanging from his wrists, right?

"Kise? Is that you?" Midorima's voice rang through the room.

"Kise-chin? Mido-chin? Where are we?"

"Oi, Kise, I hope this didn't happen because you're famous."

"Ryouta, both of us are quite used to these kinds of situations. With the five of us, we should be able to get out easily, no?"

"Midorimacchi! Murasakibaracchi! Aominecchi! Akashicchi!"

"Yes, Ryouta, we're all here and well. But more importantly, where is Tetsuya? If they assaulted us and saw the Phantom Sixth Man after they successfully captured us, there's a high probability that Tetsuya was abducted as well... We should be fine on our own, but Tetsuya..."His words were left unspoken. If it was the five of them, they'd be fine. At least they had company. But if Kuroko was alone...

Creak. The sound of the door opening. Their heads instinctively turned towards the source of the sound.

"Ohaiyo, minna~ How are you doing? Are you comfortable? Aha, silly me, of course not! Anyway, I've come to spoon feed you your meals. Don't complain, unless you want to be hurt."

They didn't mind being spoon-fed mystery meals. They were worried about that last thing he said. About not wanting to be hurt.

"Um, Kidnapper-san, did you happen to bring someone other than the five of us with you to this place?"

Hearing a giggle coming from "Kidnapper-san", each member of the GoM began to nervously sweat. "Another person, you say...? Perhaps it's the Phantom Sixth Man whom all of you hold so dear? Ahhh, I've wanted to break him ever since that match against Seirin... I hope you're all prepared."

By now, they figured out who he was (even Murasakibara).

"Tch. Like you can make us submit to you. Even we didn't physically hurt them-"Suddenly, Aomine felt like his hand had been pierced. Screaming, the other GoM members decided not to voice their complaints about Kirisaki Daiichi and instead voice their concern for their teammate.

"Aominecchi are you alright?"

"Mine-chin, are you okay?"

"Aomine, what happened? And just to be clear, I'm not asking because I care, okay?"

"Daiki, what just happened? Are you alright?"

Unable to speak because of the pain, tears rolled down from his blindfolded eyes. He managed to whisper, "Hand... pain... unbearable..!"

"Oh, did I fail to mention the rules? I suppose I should apologize. Speaking against this team will earn you a shot to the hand. Making plans to escape will earn you a shot to the calf. Actually managing to escape from your restraints earns you a shot to the stomach. And getting extremely close to escaping, but being captured... leads to death."

*Kuroko's POV*

His thoughts of escape were interrupted by the sound of his former light yelling in pain."Aomine-kun?"

"Hm? I guess it's started. Would you like to go see them?"

"Yes, but could you please let them go?" Standing up from his bed, his supervisor handcuffed his wrists and tied his ankles together. "Ano... why can't I just walk?"

"You'll see when you get there."

His curious eyes glanced around nervously. Where were they? What had made Aomine scream like he did?

"Kuroko, we're here."His supervisor opened the door and tossed him in. "Hanamiya-san, you can take of this brat from now on."

"Minna-san! Are you alright?" Kuroko didn't care about what would happen to him. He just wanted his friends to be around, he noticed how tense the atmosphere was. Then he realized. He heard a popping sound while he was in his room... his room was about 50 steps away from this one, which was illuminated. That popping sound.. was probably the sound of a gun with a two and two together, his eyes immediately went to Aomine. His hand injury was hard to miss. A hole, right in the middle of his palm, with blood oozing out... dripping, dripping, dripping.

"Tetsu... run..."

Pop.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHGHAHGAHA!"

"Aomine-kun!"

"I said the rules, didn't I? Mentioning escape counts as planning your escape. A shot to the calf." Turning to Kuroko, he smiled. "I wonder how long you'll last, Ku-ro-ko-kun~" Turning and walking out of the doorway, he called to his lackeys, "Tie him to that chair... yeah, just like that. Make sure he's extremely secure, this one's a sharp one. And do not touch the others. I will be the one to break all of them."

Slam. The door closed. Jingle. Ironically enough, the chains that bound Kuroko from helping his friends sounded like the bells that brought him so much happiness on Christmas when he was a young child who believed in couldn't help it. It'd been a while, but this situation called for face was no longer a blank sheet. His emotions were clearly written for all to see. And no matter what, his emotions starting to be shown was not a good thing.