A/N: Hey there! Ok yay! Another update! Still somewhat on time! So the next one might take a while, haha. I'm moving back to campus this week, and I've got loads of paperwork/registration crap and job-related stuff to do.

But at least this one is up! :D I also wrote a short flangsty one-shot for anyone who is interested. It's called 'Lux Aeterna' and has a dash of KagamixKuroko since it's not so prevalent here. XD

Well...here's the chapter!

DISCLAIMER: Fan-fiction means fan-written means written by fan means FAN not AUTHOR and thus don't own. No profits are made, no real life person's reputation was damaged. No sue-ability. Please.

WARNINGS: Porn. Not literally. Just a 'police' magazine.

Track 05: In Which There Is a Misunderstanding About Porn

After three years of celebrity status, international recognition, various concerts and tours and millionaire earnings, Akashi Seijuuro, lead singer of Kiseki GENERATION and number one on 'Sexiest Bachelor of the Year' by Popteen, was still living in Kuroko's spare bedroom.

To be honest, it didn't make much sense to move out, considering they were constantly hitting up venue after venue and oftentimes went on tours that would take them away from home for months at a time.

Having Akashi still living in his home meant that it was often invaded by the four other members of Kise-GEN. At unpredictable hours. Actually, he was sure that had it been just Akashi or just him living here, Kuroko wouldn't have to entertain the thought of acquiring a new lock—preferably with chain and double-bolts. It was probably because both he and Akashi lived here that this place automatically became the unofficial hang out spot.

Kuroko is no longer surprised to come home to see Murasakibara snacking on his candy—he usually finds Kuroko's secret stash as well—Midorama sleeping on his couch, Kise and Aomine going at it hard on his Nintendo and Akashi doing...well, whatever it is he does in private. Or the few times Kuroko does see his sadistic roommate out in the open, he's usually sitting off in a corner and quietly observing the lot of them.

He's not surprised to see them at all, anymore. In fact, it's actually the others who are surprised to see him half the time. You'd think that the fact that he lives here would indicate it's not surprising to see him here, but the others still jump when he announces his presence (usually when his name is mentioned).

But today, he has errands to run and doesn't get back home till late.

And during that time...

"Hey is Kurokocchi really not here? He's not just invisible again?" Kise asks out loud after setting down the controller with a yawn.

"Kurochin isn't here. I checked," Murasakibara, the purple-headed giant of the group, mumbles through a mouthful of chips.

"Of course you checked. You want to make sure the coast is clear before you start on his stash," Midorima accuses while shooting the other man a chastising look. "I don't think Kuroko will appreciate you eating those. Those are his favorite."

Murasakibara pauses in his munching and looks down at his fingers and the bag, "Hmm...he's got good taste," and proceeds to munch again.

Kise stands up and jumps over Aomine's lap and tiptoes to one of the doors down the hall. "What if Kurokocchi is actually here? We should be the ones to surprise him then!" Then he vanishes behind the door connecting to Kuroko's room.

"Oi, Kise!" Aomine calls after the blond, irritated. "Tch...no sense for privacy, has he?" He shakes his head in dismay and holds up Kise's now-abandoned controller to Murasakibara. "Play?"

But before the taller boy could answer, there was a short yelp and a thud that came from the inside of Kuroko's room.

"Kise?" the blue-haired boy shouts, craning his head back slightly to try and catch sight of what was beyond the door. When he receives no answer, he frowns and gets up to check up on the errant blond. Curiosity roused, both Midorima and Murasakibara follow him.

When they enter Kuroko's room—it's nothing they haven't seen before—they find Kise hunched over a pile of...magazines?...on the floor. "Oi, you baka," Aomine prods as he walks over to the other. "What is that? Porn?" he asks dryly.

"...yeah..." came the quiet and shaky response.

It was silent for about two seconds before...

"What?"

"EHHH? REALLY? I was kidding!"

"Kurochin?"

And suddenly, the foreboding 'swish-swish', 'swish-swish' of a pair of scissors could be heard. "What's this about porn magazines in Tetsuya's room? Did one of you introduce him to such filth? Because the Tetsuya I know is much too innocent for any of this base material..." Sure enough, Akashi had emerged from his chambers appearing extremely cross and dangerously ticked. His heterochromatic eyes held a glint of malice as he eyed each of the other four threateningly.

Kise gulped. "Ano, Akashicchi—"

"Ah, was it you, Ryouta?" The scissors immediately trained in on him, and Kise had no idea when it happened, but the next thing he knew, he was staring down the tip of the scissors down his nose.

"Ah! It wasn't! I just tripped over these. They were sort of under his bed..." He hastily shoved all the magazines—there was literally a whole pile?—out into the open. "Jeez, not even I look at these magazines! I mean these are...these are...well..."

"Kurochin is into BDSM?" Murasakibara suddenly smirks sadistically, licking a lollipop—when'd he get that?—excruciatingly slow. "Interesting..."

"Oi, Murasakibara, keep your dirty thoughts away from Tetsu. I'm sure there's a..." Aomine glances back at the very obvious covers of girls in chains and handcuffs and gulps weakly. "...a comprehensible explanation for this."

Surprisingly, Murasakibara seems fully capable of ignoring Akashi's murderous glare. "Atsushi..." he hisses lowly.

"Aw man..." Kise slumps. "I always thought...I always thought Kurokocchi didn't really go for girls...not that that meant he went for boys, but...I didn't think he had interests in girls. But now..." He pouts unhappily, fantasies of cuddling with the puppy-like crew member destroyed by some girls holding guns in suggestive postures.

And suddenly, an atmosphere of gloom and tension fell over the room.

"There's a possibility he's bi..." Midorima starts, stroking his item of the day—a stuffed naked mole rat dog toy—for reassurance. He needs it. But what is this dark feeling that's growing? He strokes the naked mole rat quicker, but the dark feeling only grows!

"These are all girl magazines! They're yuri magazines! There's not a single guy in here! Ahhh Kurokocchi!" Kise wails after frantically flipping through a couple of magazines. "Ah! My eyes! I cannot unsee that! Why?" He's quick to shut the material after coming across one certain picture. A shiver runs up his spine. Why is there an ever more disturbing sensation than the picture creeping up on him?

"It...there's no way Tetsu owns those magazines...He's innocent..." Aomine blinks, bewildered. Is it just him, or did the temperature in the room abruptly drop a few degrees? And did it get darker too?

"Hmm...Kurochin losing his innocence, hmm?" Murasakibara crunched on a Pocky stick thoughtfully. "Ow," he mumbles upon biting the inside of his cheek accidentally. He tastes blood from the cut. Or was that blood in the air?

"All of you..."

The four other members of Kise-GEN freeze up and slowly and dreadfully turn towards their leader.

"Why...are you all so interested in Tetsuya's innocence and sexual orientation, huh?"

They did their best not to look at the glint of metal as the scissors swished back and forth. They also did their best not to meet the dangerous eyes of their leader. It was difficult not to do both, especially since Akashi was willing them to do one of the two. They could feel the pull...the unspoken and absolute command of obedience!

"Um...why is everyone in my room?"

And with that, the entire cast of Kise-GEN whip around to find a doe-eyed and baffled light-haired boy standing and staring at all five of them.

Kise laughs nervously first. "Ah...Kurokocchi...um...Nothing! Just..."

Kuroko knows better than to accept Kise's words at face-value, especially since he can't look at the smaller boy straight in the eye. His blue eyes fall from Kise's face to the ground. "What's that?" he asks, and nearly jumps at the sudden and frantic chorus of 'nothing!'.

He takes a step forward.

"Tetsuya...why don't we all head outside first and then talk about this, hmm?" Akashi suggests, voice oozing with saccharine. It was enough to choke.

Kuroko blinks. "I'd like to know why everyone is in my room. And it seems like whatever is on the ground is the culprit, Akashi-kun." He points to the way everyone seemed to have shifted to cover up whatever was on the ground. Honestly. He knows a diversion tactic when he sees one. He is the master of that, after all.

The entire group held their breath. The tension was so high in the room that any slight movement could cut a person to pieces—AKA Akashi's scissors.

The redhead flinched. His lips curl downwards, but he doesn't vocalize his discontent.

Everyone is shocked.

They knew that only Kuroko had some sort of a hold on the leader of Kise-GEN, but to actually deny Akashi and come out unscathed? The young crew member has suddenly gained a few more notches of respect from everyone except Akashi.

Akashi smiled. Perhaps not. Kuroko was bound to suffer for this one way or another later.

Everyone knew that.

Well, maybe with the exception of Kuroko himself.

Ignorance was bliss.

So the small boy pushes through the crowd to find—

"Ah."

Everyone sweat-dropped. 'Ah'? What did that mean? Did he actually recognize these magazines? Were those actually his? Was he really into yuri? Was he actually a sex-driven male who lusted only after girls? He's actually not that innocent?

"Satsu-nee must have left these." He blinks owlishly while picking one up.

A collective sigh and relieving thought of 'it's not his' heaves through the room, followed by a sudden spike in tension.

"Ah, Tetsu—" Aomine starts.

"—you shouldn't—" Kise continues, snatching the magazine quickly out of Kuroko's hands.

"—be looking at this," finishes Midorima.

The small crew member of Kise-GEN cocks his head to the side cutely. "Why not? Satsu-nee said that even though this was a police magazine, there's not really anything violent in it. She said I should look at it sometime."

Kise gulped. "You haven't...have you?"

Kuroko frowns. "No. Not yet. I don't understand what the big deal is though. It seems normal enough to me. Though I don't know why the policewomen are naked and on top of each other."

"Police..." Midorima starts.

"...magazines?" Aomine finishes.

Does he really not know? Was the thought that traveled through all their minds.

~End Track 05

End Notes: Does he really? Who knows. Maybe Kuroko has a secret stash of yaoi mangas somewhere and—ok I'll stop there. Hopefully you enjoyed this! As always, feedback is love! I don't know what the next track will be yet, but I've got a few ideas floating around!

But in the meantime, I also wrote 'Lux Aeterna'! Shameless self-pimp here. XD

Anonymous Review Replies:

Guest: Hahaha the boobies part confused a lot of people, I think. You're not the only one. Eh...it was supposed to be karma, since Aomine was commenting about Riko's small chest and got karma-slapped via Kuroko opening the door on him. And so boobies became a forbidden topic. XD Thanks for reading!

Till next time!