I do not own Kuroko No Basket!

As sad as that is.

Ever since the game against Kirisaki Daichi, Kuroko has been bothered. It wasn't because of the dirty way they played, though that held some issue with the boy. It was why they chose to play that way. He was sure they could win without such antics, so why then did they chose to hurt the opposing team once things didn't go their way? He had asked, though Hanamiya hadn't given him an honest answer.

He was sure he wasn't thinking to far into the matter, there had been something haunted behind those green brown eyes. Something that made Kuroko curious. He wanted to know what drove Hanamiya to act the way he did, he wanted to know the inner workings of his mind.

It may be purely selfish on his part, but he couldn't leave it be. Even though he would have to find out this information alone, he would do it. He couldn't possibly ask for help, with the way Hanamiya had hurt his teammates there was no possible way they cared about the whys. That just wasn't the type of person Kuroko was though. When he saw someone who looked like they were crying out for help, he would do so.

Even if he had to do it secretly.

The matter would have to wait though, until he could learn the things he needed to proceed he would have to watch from afar. And to do that he would have to find out the information he needed first. That would be a challenge all on its own. It wasn't like there was anyone he could ask, his team could care less about the uncrowned king.

Akashi would probably help if Kuroko asked, but he would want to know the whys and that just wouldn't do. And lying to Akashi was just to difficult.

Sighing Kuroko slowly made his way home, the cup held tightly in his hand was practically empty of its contents. He should have gotten a larger milkshake, since he didn't feel like making dinner he could have used the thick drink as a meal substitute for the night.

Night had fallen, and the wind was chilled. It was still early winter so the people around him were hurrying to the warmth's of their homes. Occasionally someone who bump into the six phantom player unaware he was walking ahead of them. It sometime bothered Kuroko, how often people ran into him, but he had gotten use to it over the years.

He was so annoyed at the moment he was unaware of the boy stumbling around in front of him. Eyes on the ground Kuroko continued forward not watching his surroundings until his slammed into a shuddering back in front of him.

The person grunted as the fell towards the cold sidewalk. "Son of a bitch." The voice grumbled sounding pained.

Kuroko's eyes snapped up landing on the very person he had been thinking about moment before. Hanamiya was on the ground his knees planted flat on the ground one hand flat in front of him, while the other was twisted around his back hovering over it, but not touching.

"I'm sorry." Kuroko said hurrying around towards the teen. He squatted down in front of the dark haired boy, trying to catch his attention, but his head was bowed.

"Hanamiya-San?" Kuroko said frowning. Why was he still on the cold concrete of the side walk? Had he hurt himself when he fell?

Suddenly those odd colored eyes were on him. Not brown but not green either, it was an odd mixer of the too, and they looked greatly pained.

"What the hell? Out of all the fucking people I had to run into tonight it had to be you." Hanamiya growled over at the blank faced Kuroko.

"Are you alright?" The small teen asked tilting his head to the side slightly.

"What the fuck do you care?" The downed teen snapped as he slowly stood, he wobbled for a moment before catching himself on a near by light pole.

"Am I not allowed to care?" Kuroko asked, why did it bother him so much? The look of pain on that face in front of him. He had hurt his Senpai, he shouldn't care about the boy in front of him, but for some odd reason he did. He cared if people he knew were hurt. Even ones like Hanamiya.

"What the hell are you going on about? Get away from me you fool!" Hanamiya pushed himself off the light pole then shooting forward until he wobbled on his feet once more, he went crashing to the ground again. He groaned.

Again Kuroko was rushing towards him. There was something definitely wrong here.

"Are you injured?" Kuroko asked breathless.

"That pisses me off, that damn impassive voice of yours."

Kuroko blinked. "I'm sorry, that is just my voice." He tilted his head again. "So, are you hurt? Do you need me to help you home?"

Discontent passed behind those dark eyes. "Again, why the hell do you care you little shit. Leave me the hell alone."

Kuroko sighed. "You don't have to be so hostile, I'm just trying to help."

"I don't need your help!" Hanamiya suddenly screamed. "Get the fuck away from me already!"

Kuroko stood then his eyes searching, when he found what he was looking for he began to walk off, but he slowed a bit listening closely when Hanamiya muttered something.

"See... fake bastard. People don't help others." Kuroko almost missed those low words, he had to strain his hearing to catch them. After dropping his cup into the trash can he swiftly moved back towards the still kneeling teen. He thought for a moment, it was obvious he was injured somewhere, but where Kuroko didn't know.

The smaller boy shrugged, the only thing he could do was be gentle since the taller teen was unwilling to tell him what the issue was. Gripping those firm arms into his small hands Kuroko struggled to pull the boy to his feet.

Hanamiya flinched. "Shit, when the hell did you come back!" He snapped looking startled.

"Just stand up." Kuroko said still pulling at those arms. For once Hanamiya didn't have something nasty to say, the Daiichi player stood swaying as he did so. Again he groaned his face pained once more.

Frowning Kuroko swung the taller boys arm around his shoulder holding the older teen up.

"I'm small but you can lean on me some." Those blue eyes glanced up, Hanamiya's was drawn up in displeasure but he leaned ever so slightly into Kuroko's side.

The Seirin player thought for a moment, should he ask where his home was? Though the older teen hadn't looked pleased about the thought of going home the first time he had mentioned it. The hospital was a bit of a far distance and walking like this would take some time. Kuroko chewed on his lip, thinking.

Quickly deciding what to do the smaller boy took a sudden turn making the boy beside him stumble.

"Watch what your fucking doing would you!"

"You have a very foul mouth." Kuroko said displeased. He was only seventeen, so why did he speak in such a manner? Didn't his parents tell him using such language was rude.

"Don't talk to me like some damn annoying parent. I'll speak which ever way I damn well please." Hanamiya looked around at his surroundings. "Where the hell are you taking me?"

Kuroko stopped in front of a small house. "This is my house. Hold the railing while we climb the stairs."

What the hell was happening? Hanamiya was annoyed, in pain and very pissed. The one person he didn't want to see was currently helping him up a set of fucking stairs to his house. What was this shit? Out of all the people in this world to help him tonight, and it had to be this small fry of a boy. He couldn't even understand why he was helping him.

That damn face of his was impassive, and blank. Behind those blue eyes were questions he couldn't quite understand. The biggest problem, Hanamiya couldn't understand his motive behind him helping in the first place. Did he want something from him?

Not that Hanamiya would give him anything, he didn't ask for help and he sure the hell wouldn't have asked it of Kuroko Tetsuya of all people.

Because of him... because of this bastard he had lost and...

The smell of warm chocolate filled his nose as he was pulled into the warm house. Hanamiya stood frozen in the hallway his eyes scanning his surroundings. This place was so... warm and welcoming. So at odds of his own home.

"Chocolate." Hanamiya muttered unaware.

"What?" Kuroko asked frowning slightly over at the taller boy. He was pulling off his coat and shoes, placing the neatly on the rack and wall hanger.

"Why the hell am I here?" Hanamiya asked confused.

"You weren't going to tell me where you live, were you?" The point guard frowned.

"Hell no, I wasn't going to tell you where I live."

"Well, you're injured are you not? Since you wouldn't tell me where your house was, I brought you to mine. Come, remove your jacket. I'll make us something warm to drink."

Hanamiya blinked slowly. What the hell was this? Was it a trick or a trap? Was this some weird twisted pay back for hurting his team. It's not like he had wanted...

"Come Hanamiya-San." The boy said again frowning towards the confused darkest.

Slowly Hanamiya made his way down the hallway after removing his shoes. Maybe he should have left them on in case he had to run. Something seemed off here, there was no way this boy wanted to help him out of the goodness of his heart. People weren't hardwired that way no matter what some said.

"Sit." The plan emotionless voice demanded. Unaware he was following directions Hanamiya sat at the bar glancing around the room in front of him. This house, it smelled strongly of warm chocolate but it wasn't like that of a fresh baked cake or pudding. No it was something else, his eyes scanned the room until he found the reason for the sweet smell.

It was a candle, a chocolate candle was burning on the kitchen table. Suddenly Hanamiya was disappointed, then he caught himself. What the hell had he been expecting.

Kuroko was doing something over by the stove, slowly moving around the kitchen. A pot of milk seemed to be boiling on the stove as the blue haired boy pushed a stool towards a cabinet. Hanamiya wanted to tease him for his short stature but he was more curious about what he was doing. He reached up onto the highest shelf pulling something down that Hanamiya couldn't see.

He frowned, was it poison? Kuroko looked like the quite type that would poison his victims if he was a serial killer. His small back was blocking the older teens view as he added something with the milk.

"What the hell are you doing?" Hanamiya finally snapped inpatient.

"Hush, it's almost done." The older teen was getting the urge to pound on the smaller boy in front of that stove. Who the hell did he think he was ordering Hanamiya around. Then he stopped the moment he realized his train of thought was headed.

"Here." Kuroko said sitting a steaming cup in front of him. Hanamiya glanced down at the cup with suspicion. A dark mixture greeted him. The aroma coming from the cup was better then the candle.

"This?"

"It's hot chocolate." Kuroko said voice deadpan. "It's made with a chocolate bar, so hopefully its not to over powering for you."

"Why hot chocolate?" Why was his vision suddenly blurred.

"You muttered something about chocolate when you came in, so I thought you wanted some."

Glaring down at the cup Hanamiya took a quick sip of the hot drink, then sighed before he could catch himself.

"Good?" The boy in front of him asked lifting an eyebrow in question.

"It's decent." It's delicious, he really wanted to say. Hanamiya favorite thing in the world was chocolate.

"Why did you just lie?" The boy suddenly asked.

Hanamiya was currently very bothered. How was this boy reading him so well? Why didn't those blue eyes miss everything like others around him. He was strange and his face... it pissed Hanamiya off, so small and delicate his expression almost bored and empty.

People like Kuroko Tetsuya, that was the kind of people Hanamiya hated, the kind that were nice to those around them. The gentle type, the type you just really couldn't trust, because no one was truly kind. There was always a motive behind it, always a reason for someones gentle words and sweet smiles. Not that Kuroko was smiling, at least not that he could tell.

His face was annoyingly blank.

"I didn't lie." Hanamiya snapped. No way in hell, he was going to let this little bastard crawl under his skin.

Hanamiya was the spider in waiting, Kuroko was the defenseless firefly headed for his web. So bright and unaware of the danger lurking in front of him. Hanamiya could easily snap his neck, chew on the bones under that pale flesh. If he wanted he could erase this boy from the earth.

"You are a liar." Kuroko said, sipping at his own drink.

"Leave me the hell alone." Stop reading me so damn well you meddling prick. He had to bite his tongue from actually saying that. He could at least be a bit grateful to the Seirin player in front of him. For a moment.

"Are you warmed up at least?" The small teen asked, again tilting his head to the side.

"I'm... fine." He needed to get the hell out of this house before this boy saw to much. He had an image to hold, he must not let it slip. Hanamiya stood then getting ready to escape but his eyes they fell towards that inviting cup of hot chocolate. It had been very good, the richness of the chocolate had been heaven on his tongue.

A small hand reached out for that cup taking it away. Hanamiya frowned, he didn't give a crap. It's not like he needed anyone kindness. He stomped towards the front door, easily sliding on his shoes. He didn't want to be in this warm welcoming house anymore. Pulling the door open he looked out into the darkness.

So cold and empty. So dark and filled with an overwhelming feeling of disdain.

"Hanamiya-Kun?"

"What now!" The agitated teen asked whipping his head around. Then he stopped, eyes becoming clouded. Kuroko was standing behind him, his arm outstretched a metal to-go cup in his small hands.

"Take some hot chocolate with you, it will keep you warm while you walk home."

Some reflex had Hanamiya gripping the hot cup. Had he made a fresh batch? Why?

"Don't expect a damn thank you." The dark hair boy snapped. He rushed out of the house then slamming the door behind him.

What the hell was that? Why had... That boy was to strange. The cup in his hand was very warm as he walked home.

Kindness, there was always a reason behind it. Always a shadow of self satisfaction behind helpful gestures. They could not be trusted, he would not trust them.

Sighing Kuroko headed back towards the kitchen. He hadn't planed on making food but helping someone so much bigger then him walk had made him hungry. He pulled out a cup of noodles, it wasn't the best thing in the world but Kuroko wasn't picky. As long as it filled him, he didn't really care what it tasted like.

He stood in front of the microwave as the noodles cooked, thinking. Hanamiya, though he probably wouldn't admit it out loud had looked very touched about the cup of hot chocolate. For just a split second his eyes had clouded with tears when he saw the mug full of the steaming drink.

That pained Kuroko somehow. Why had he looked so sad about getting a warm drink from someone? Didn't his mother make them for him? Kuroko's mother always made him hot chocolate when she wasn't away on business. Even his dad took time to make him something when it was cold out. His parents were very busy people though. So Kuroko didn't see them often, maybe about three times a year, five if he was lucky.

The microwave beeped then making Kuroko sigh. He wouldn't be able to see my parents until the next holiday, he wish Christmas would hurry up already so they could have their two weeks off. He wanted to eat his mothers cooking, and listen to his dads deep kind voice.

Moving around to the bar he was about to sit in the seat Hanamiya once was, that's when he saw it. The blood on the seat of the chair and the bottom rails of the back. Quickly sitting his food down he ran towards the door sliding on his shoes before running out. Eyes scanning the streets around him he was disappointed, he couldn't see the point guard, and he hadn't known which direction he headed.

Why was he bleeding? And from where the blood was located on the seat it had to be coming from his back. Had he gotten into a fight? The wind picked up then making him shutter, he hurried back into the house. There was nothing he could do about the matter now. If he would have realized Hanamiya was injured enough to bleed, he wouldn't have allowed him to leave.

"Kuroko! Are you listening?" Kagami snapped glancing down at the boy walking beside him.

"What? Sorry Kagami-Kun, did you say something?" Kagami frown. What was wrong with him?

"Are you not feeling well?"

Kuroko blinked. "I feel fine, I was just thinking about the test we having coming up in class."

Glaring Kagami looked away. It had gotten a little easier for him to read Kuroko, easy enough for him to know the boy walking beside him was lying. So where was he in that mind of his, and what the hell was so important he was ignoring the things around him.

"Let's just hurry to practice." Kagami said moving faster. Maybe the boy was just tired, he did seem to have dark circles under his eyes.

"I'm going to stop by the bathroom first, I'll see you there." Again Kagami frowned but shrugged it off. If it was something important he would tell someone eventually.

The gym was already bustling by the time Kagami got out of the locker room. The team was running drills as Coach looked on her clip board in hand eyes watching closely.

"Kagami-Kun, Where's Kuroko-Kun?" She asked frowning.

"Bathroom, he'll be here soon enough." Kagami stopped beside her watching to see what she saw, the team was moving perfectly in sync the ball being passed effectively around the court. The first years eyes landed on Kiyoshi his knee was in a brace but he didn't seem to be having any problems with his movements.

Kagami was still pissed about the game against Kirisaki Daichi, that Hanamiya bastard really pissed him off. What the hell kind of basketball team was that? There plays were good, but there was such an underhanded bullshit in their plays Kagami was surprised they hadn't been caught yet. Why must they fight so dirty.

"Kagami-Kun, lets practice."

"Ah!" Kagami jumped back almost falling over the bench. Kuroko was now standing beside him face blank watching him. If Kagami wasn't mistaken there was a flash of amusement in those blue depths.

"Don't sneak up on people! Make noise when you walk dammit!"

"You two stop playing around and practice!" Coach snapped slapping Kagami and Kuroko on the back of the head with her clip board.

Kuroko was tired when he reached home. His legs were aching and the tips of his fingers stung from passing the ball so hard. He loved this feeling, loved the pain in his joints and the sweat on his brow. It made him feel fulfilled to be supporting his team.

Dropping his bags and shoes at the door he slowly made his way towards the bathroom. The first thing he needed to do was start a bath, if he didn't get clean soon he'd fall asleep without bathing. Though he had cleaned up some after practice he didn't shower in the locker rooms. He was still feeling bothered by Hanamiya's behavior yesterday.

Bathing quickly he got out, he still needed to eat dinner before he went to bed for the night. He had no homework today since tomorrow was Saturday so he could sleep in. That's all he needed to do, once he slept his tired body would be much better.

And when tomorrow came, he would right out what he could about Hanamiya Makoto.

Hello readers! Hope you enjoyed the first part of the story! I love the bad guys in shows, Hanamiya was one of my favorite Characters even though he was a total ass. I still love him to death though, so I had to write a fic about two of my favorite people! Let me know how you feel about it so far the next chapter will be done soon.

I'm an extreme multi tasker so I'm writing more then one story at a time but I plan to update regularly.

XOXOXOXOXOX