The Only One for Me

For Mitsucchi-chan~

Author's Note: Hi everyone~! I'm still working on my AoKuro fic ,Then I Found You, but I really wanted to get this out there! Tell me if/how you like it! Reviews are greatly appreciated (like, A LOT! XD They keep me going when I'm having writer's block).

Warnings (more like things you should just know): It might be a little (a lot) fluffy and cheesy. And dramatic. And OOC. And fast-paced. There's swearing/cursing. Less plot based than relationship based (no huge storyline here, more like slice of life kind of). Heavily romance and drama based. IT'S AU! The rating may be changed to M later but it is T for now.

This is a largely explanatory chapter, so I'm sorry if it's a bit dull…

Heads up: Kuroko is 22 (will graduate university soon) and Kise is 23 (just graduated); I dunno how that math works, but that's how I'm making it :D

Chapter 1 – In which Kuroko ends up in a bizarre situation

(Also in which Kise finally takes an interest in a person)

Kuroko just couldn't do anything about it. It wasn't as if he actually liked being called the "Ice Queen" on campus or accused of having a heart of stone by both men and women. They simply thought he never felt any emotion and assumed he wanted to be left alone all the time because he was so introverted and came off as aloof. The worst thing about it was that people often forgot he was a fraternal, not an identical, twin which was the reason why he was called a queen in the first place. They always guessed – incorrectly, of course – that he was a girl like Tsukina, since apparently no one thought he was very masculine.

He sighed. That didn't change the fact that he was a guy, though. He stared at the mirror in the bathroom he shared with his sister, watching the reflection of his pale, impassive face. After yet another restless night, the dark bags under his eyes seemed to get worse than he ever thought possible. If only he could ignore all the comments he heard behind his back…

He tried to smile, tried to frown, failing both times. His facial muscles simply refused to cooperate with him. When he felt any kind of emotion, it very rarely showed on his face. He just couldn't express what he felt. What was he supposed to do about it?

With unusual frustration, he turned on the water and splashed his face in hopes that it would make him feel a little calmer.

And anyway, did he really look so much like her? Fraternal twins weren't supposed to look the same. It was biologically impossible…and yet…

"Tetsuya!"

His head snapped up and he whipped around, his thoughts suddenly interrupted by seeing the horrified face, one that so closely resembled his own. Startled, he took a step backwards, nearly crashing into the stacks and piles of neatly organized beauty products lined up. "Tsukina?"

"I can't do this, Tetsuya. Please help me…" She grabbed his hands and glanced at him with the wounded look in her eyes that she knew he couldn't ignore. "Can you do me a huge favor? Please?"

He said nothing, waiting for her to get to the point.

"Dad wants me to marry someone I don't even know!" she wailed.

He blinked. "But…"

You already knew that you'd get married soon. I mean, he was warning you for a while now. Plus, he's been telling you something like this would happen since you were in middle school…

What can I do for you?

"Seriously, Tetsuya! I knew it all along but now he's really treating me like a…like a brood mare or something! He's just going to hand me over to some guy for the sake of a company transaction! What kind of warning prepares you for this kind of thing?" she cried, easily reading his thoughts. He was no good at talking, but she understood him perfectly even when no one else could. It became the reason why he depended on her so much in the first place.

He nibbled on a fingertip the way he sometimes did when he tried to sort out his thoughts.

Their father was the president of Seirin Company, an extremely successful and powerful name in the business world for who-knew-what reason. Neither of the twins cared much, since they knew they wouldn't inherit it – their stepbrother would. They could do as they pleased, but their father wanted to use them as bargaining chips to expand the company's influence even more.

Kuroko knew well that this kind of arranged marriage system was still quite prevalent, especially in the so-called "upper class society" they lived in, but he didn't expect that it would be so cliché, didn't expect that their father would turn out to be such a stereotypical CEO.

He gave up trying to comfort her since the words and thoughts all jumbled up in his mind. "Sorry…?"

Impatiently, she dragged him to her room and all but threw him on to her bed, locking the door behind her. She plopped down right in front of him and shook him by the shoulders, snapping at him, "Look, this is a guy I've never even met. I don't know his name and he doesn't even know mine. We know nothing about each other! Can't you be a little more concerned for me?"

"What should I do?" Kuroko asked, puzzled and equally overwhelmed by her aggression.

You know you're on better terms with Father than I am, so why don't you ask him not to force you into it?

"All I want to do is continue studying in the medical field. You know that. And for the first time ever, he won't listen to me…I don't want my dream ruined because I have to marry some guy and become a housewife for the rest of my life." She rubbed her face wearily with her hands, suddenly looking a decade older. "I'll just get straight to the point, then. Tetsuya, please…"

He looked at her blankly, curious to hear what he could possibly do for her to make her situation better.

"Can you take my place at the altar?"

An awkward silence settled over the room as his brain slowly registered what she was saying.

"Tsukina…" he said finally, in a flat tone of voice, the only indication of his shock being the slight flaring of his nostrils. "I'm a guy."

"You don't seem much like one," she said bluntly and he exhaled loudly. She quickly continued, "Besides, we're basically the same size! It'll work. It's always worked!"

"It's not funny, Tsukina," he said softly, chewing on his lip.

No one would fall for it this time. If anyone were to find out, so many bad things could happen. Plus, I want to help but I can't go this far for you.

"Tetsuya, I'm serious. I have to meet the guy for the first time ever today. Dad just told me that he's already been planning the wedding for a year without telling me anything, and now he decides to tell me I'm supposed to get married in just a couple of days? I just can't handle this," Tsukina whispered, eyes beginning to fill with tears. "Come on, we can do this. How many times have we fooled others? We've tricked our own parents before. I can just cut my hair and we would look exactly the same. I'll pretend to be you and you can pretend to be me. It'll work out! Please."

Silence.

She got down on her knees and pleaded, with her eyes widening and tearing up. "I just want to finish med school! I'll do as much work as fast as I can and you can file a divorce later. I'm sure you'll be able to work things out with the guy. Please? If you had an ambition I like do, you know I would support you too! But you don't. So, Tetsuya…"

Another silence.

Kuroko's protest died in his throat as he ended up reluctantly nodding. He just couldn't say no, even as every fiber of his being begged him to reject the ridiculous plan. It was true that Tsukina really wanted to become a doctor and Kuroko didn't exactly know what to do with himself, other than to finish his last semester of college…

"Thank you! You're the best brother ever, of course~" she said, throwing her arms around him into a tight hug. She let go just as quickly, practically skipping over to her closet, leaving him feeling exhausted just by talking to her. "Since you're going to be me, you need to look as cute as possible…Make sure you have a higher pitched voice than usual, 'kay? It's a good thing I've got a relatively low voice, right?"

He sighed. His sister was like a whirlwind that swept everything up to her pace, himself included. She always got what she wanted, not that he had a problem with that or anything, since he wished for her to be happy. But sometimes…

She began flinging clothes towards him and he stared dumbly at the bright material that smacked him in the face.

"Wear everything I tell you and just act like a girl," she said brightly, so cheerful that he knew he had made the right decision. She was the older one but it felt good to help her out.

"While you meet the guy, I'll be getting my hair cut," she said as she finally decided on an outfit for him to wear. His eyes widened at the items of clothing.

Just what was he getting himself into?

[~ * ~]

Dear God. Did girls really wear these kinds of things?

He self-consciously tugged down the skirt that kept rising against his thighs, the cold air turning his legs an interesting shade of purple. They had gone through so much trouble, shaving his legs – which really looked…well, feminine, since he was on the slimmer side to say the least – as well as his armpits, strapping down some things below the waist, and putting a padded A-cup bra around his thin chest.

It was a good thing he was wearing a sweater, otherwise he might have frozen to death.

Tsukina had been frustrated to find out that he was actually thinner than her and that, considering as how he had a slightly masculine build, he didn't fit into a lot of her clothes very well. Still, this was so incredibly embarrassing. What was even worse was that when Kuroko had looked at himself in the mirror at the end, he really did look like a girl, short hair and all. It simply looked as if he had gotten a pixie cut, which wasn't too unpopular these days. Not to mention, his feet ended up with some sort of sparkly flats that were big on Tsukina but fit him rather perfectly, which was equally mortifying.

He couldn't believe he was cross-dressing.

Swallowing nervously, he pulled open the door to the luxurious restaurant where the meeting was supposed to take place. He took one step, a wave of heat washing over him, when a waiter came around.

"Have you made a reservation here?"

Kuroko bit his lip and nodded.

"Name?"

"Kuroko…" He stopped himself, wondering if he should say "Tsukina" or not, but the waiter seemed to understand, eyes widening at the powerful name.

"This way, please," the waiter said politely, leading him to the entrance of what appeared to be a private room.

"Thank you," Kuroko managed to say and the waiter merely smiled a little, nodding slightly, before going back to attend other things.

He pulled the handle and stepped in hesitantly, only to see a blond male sitting down casually in a chair, sipping from a glass. The man seemed relaxed but a strangely powerful aura emitted from him. He reminded Kuroko of a cat that was ready to spring at any moment.

At the click of the door shutting, the man looked away from the lakeside view that the window offered to glance over his way and stood up, approaching him with long strides.

The man was sinfully, almost unfairly handsome, with his blond hair perfectly framing his face, a patrician nose with a high bridge, and impossibly golden eyes with equally impossibly long eyelashes. Moreover, he filled out the suit perfectly with his broad shoulders and lean hips.

Kuroko was overwhelmed at the brightness that the man seemed to be radiating and he fought the urge to stare down at his shoes, tilting his head back to look at him properly. The man towered over him easily and Kuroko stepped back a little, his back hitting the door.

"How are you doing today? You look beautiful," the man said easily, taking a hand and kissing it lightly with a smile. "My name is Kise Ryouta. And you are…?"

The man's intense amber eyes seemed to see straight through him and he fidgeted with the skirt, feeling so nervous that he couldn't think straight. What if Kise found out their secret before the wedding? Tsukina and he both would get in so much trouble.

"Kuroko Tetsuya…" he found himself saying, so distracted by his thoughts that he replied instinctively with his own name.

Holy crud, what did I just say?! I'm supposed to be Tsukina!

There was a brief, almost unnoticeable silence before Kise chuckled. "Isn't that a pretty masculine name for such an adorable lady? In any case, nice to meet you, Kurokocchi."

He blinked. "Kurokocchi…?"

"It's how I give people nicknames. I hope you don't mind," Kise said, smiling. "I don't want us to treat each other like strangers when we'll be getting married soon. I'd prefer to be friends first, at least."

"Oh…" Kuroko sobered at that. Could he really go through with such a large deception? He didn't know if he could pull it off. At Kise's questioning expression, he simply nodded.

"Well, let's take a seat," Kise suggested, leading him by the hand over to the table. He let go only to pull out the chair for Kuroko and when he sat down, Kise pushed the chair in a little. After taking his own seat, Kise threaded his fingers together and leaned against his hands, staring straight at him.

"I-is something wrong…?" Kuroko chewed on his lip in worry. He swiped at his face reflexively, wondering if there was something weird on his face. Maybe it was the makeup that Tsukina insisted on putting on him that looked strange. Or even worse, maybe Kise had already found out what was going on.

But Kise just shook his head and simply asked, "What would you like to eat?"

Kuroko reached out for the menu but their fingers met instead as Kise had tried to hand it over to him. Surprised, Kuroko snatched his hand back and clamped his teeth down harder on his lip. By now he had probably consumed all the stuff Tsukina had dabbed onto his lips.

Kise-kun's hand is…warm.

But he had already known that. Why was he getting so flustered now? Kise had already kissed his hand and everything…maybe the cross-dressing was actually making him feel like a real girl.

"A-Anything is fine," Kuroko murmured, staring at the window but not really seeing anything.

"I guess I'll choose for you then. Do you have any food allergies?"

The response came out of his mouth automatically. "Green onions and cashews."

Kise gasped, mouth forming a perfect O. "Cashews I can understand. But how do you eat tamagoyaki then?!"

"Without…green onions," Kuroko responded blankly, turning to look at Kise again, taken aback at the random question.

"Really?"

At the disbelief so blatant on Kise's face, Kuroko couldn't help but laugh a little. "Most people don't."

"No way!" Kise slumped. "I didn't know that…"

Kuroko took a sip of the water already poured out into his cup, saying nothing. It was interesting to see that Kise had a pretty playful side to him, since Kise appeared to be so gentlemanly and "well-bred" at first. He didn't seem like the kind of person that would force his wife to stay at home all day. Hadn't Tsukina been more than a little bit rash by assuming things before even meeting the person?

But looks could be deceiving, and Kuroko knew he had to be careful. After all, Kise Ryouta seemed to be the typical playboy, well-mannered and good-looking, someone who was probably the most popular kid in school or maybe a model somewhere. For all he knew, Kise could be the kind of person who juggles multiple girlfriends at once.

Kuroko blinked. Kise Ryouta…he had heard that name before, and not because he was some rich executive's son. He could have sworn there was someone at his college with the same name…

"You know, Kurokocchi…you can relax," Kise said calmly, his palm now cupping his cheeks, head tilted as if he was observing him. "I won't do anything to you. I'm nervous too."

Kuroko's eyes widened.

How…how did you know that?

He said nothing, however, his face probably portraying none of the confusion he felt inside as always. Even people that had known him for years had trouble figuring out what he was feeling and yet Kise had guessed so easily. But the blond himself didn't look nervous at all in the slightest, so maybe it was just something people said on "first dates".

Now that he thought about it, his first date was with a guy. Kuroko still had a little bit of trouble wrapping his mind around the idea, so he couldn't imagine how Kise would feel if he found out.

Which was why it was absolutely necessary to keep his secret.

When Kise pushed the button to call up a waiter and asked for certain dishes, Kuroko was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't really realize he was being stared at until his eyes finally met the topaz ones.

"What?" Kuroko said briskly, noticing belatedly that the waiter had already disappeared.

"You have beautiful eyes. They're so…blue," Kise said, grinning. "I kind of want to stare at them all day."

"You're weird," Kuroko blurted, immediately clamping his mouth shut. It was ridiculous to feel good at that kind of cheesy compliment but he couldn't help it. He could handle insults and badmouthing but it almost made him uncomfortable to hear such things. It was so incredibly embarrassing. His ears felt hot and he took another sip of the cool water, trying to calm himself.

"Yeah, maybe. But that doesn't make it any less truthful," Kise shrugged lightheartedly. "Well, tell me about yourself, Kurokocchi. I want to learn about you, see if we have anything in common."

"Um…I'm 22…senior at Teiko University…" Kuroko didn't know what to say. Talking about himself was one of the most difficult things.

"Oh, so you do go there," Kise mused. "I think I've heard about you."

Kuroko winced. He doubted that Kise had heard anything good about him.

"What are you majoring in?"

"Double major. Elementary Education. Economics."

"Econ because of your family, right?"

Kuroko nodded.

"Same here. But why elementary education?"

"I…like children…"

Kise chuckled. "If any other person had said that with such a straight face, I think I would freak out."

"Why?" Kuroko blinked, confused.

"It's nothing. Don't worry about it," Kise coughed, as if fighting a laugh.

"Oh…okay…?"

"So you want to become a teacher, huh?"

Kuroko nodded again.

"Then you must be really patient. Don't kids ever…I don't know, annoy you?"

Kuroko thought about it. "Not really. There's always a way to communicate with them."

"The same doesn't apply for adults?"

"It's…harder," Kuroko admitted, then realized just how much information Kise managed to extract from him so effortlessly.

This is…dangerous.

A knock on the door broke the sudden silence between them and they looked over to see the waiter roll in a cart. He set down the respective dishes, lifting the rounded silver covers and announcing the name of the food, which Kuroko paid no attention to. He was gone as fast as he had appeared.

"Ano…Kise-kun?"

"Yeah?"

"Ten dishes…?" Kuroko stared at the completely plate-covered table.

The blond laughed easily. "I didn't know what to get so I decided to order everything that seemed good. So dig in~ Just so you know, I don't like girls that purposely eat less in front of guys to seem skinny. Besides, we're getting married, right? I want you to feel comfortable around me, though I can't do anything about it if you don't like who I am…"

"Okay...I understand. Itadakimasu," Kuroko said softly, putting his hands together briefly before picking up a fork. From what he could tell, Kise was really trying to make an effort to make things work between the two of them, despite never having met or talked to each other before.

"Itadakimasu."

Kuroko pierced a bowtie noodle from one of the dishes and ate it slowly, glancing over at Kise who smiled back at him. He nearly choked on the pasta and coughed lightly.

"Oh, I completely forgot to ask you! Did you want my jacket? I noticed you were a little cold when you first came in, but I forgot about it because I got distracted by…our conversation," Kise said, already beginning to take it off.

Before he could refuse, Kise walked around to his side and put the jacket around his shoulders. Kuroko was immediately enveloped in a slightly spicy, musky scent combined with a hint of a cologne of some sort, the additional warmth helping him relax a little more.

"T-thank you," Kuroko mumbled, wanting to curl into the jacket.

"No problem." Kise busied himself with cutting a steak into pieces, placing some of them on both of their plates. "I didn't know how we were going to eat this if one of us didn't cut it, so I just did. Hope you don't mind. But you don't have to eat anything you don't feel like, obviously."

Kuroko shook his head, eating one of the pieces slowly as he always did. He didn't know how Kise managed to be so polite while eating so quickly and he found himself staring at the golden-eyed male.

"Do you think I'm handsome when I eat?" he teased and Kuroko's eyes immediately lowered to stare at the dish in front of him. "Or maybe I have something on my face."

"N-neither," Kuroko said softly, continuing to eat.

A comfortable silence settled over the table as they finished up the meal. To Kuroko's shock, they had managed to eat all of it, leaving no leftovers at all. In his defense, Kise had eaten most of it. The waiter came back into serve them both some coffee, leaving immediately afterwards.

After adding cream and two cubes of sugar, Kuroko sipped lightly at the aromatic beverage.

"So…I know you probably don't want to talk about it, but I need to discuss our whole marriage prospects and such," Kise murmured, looking at him in concern. "For one thing, do you think we should break it off right now? I don't know how much you like or dislike me, and we've gone on exactly one dinner date. As in today. If you hate the thought of being married to me, just tell me. I won't be offended and I'm sure we'll be able to work things out with our parents."

Kuroko gulped. There was no way his father would ever forgive Tsukina if he bailed out. But he strangely didn't mind the idea of getting married to Kise. Probably a naïve thing to think, but…

He simply shook his head and Kise grinned.

"Whew, what a relief. At least this means you don't hate me."

Kuroko sighed and the blond chuckled.

"So my father has actually told me that the wedding has been set for the first day of your winter break, which I think is the day after tomorrow," Kise continued, playing around with the coffee cup. "The place, all the arrangements, everything's already set up by both of our parents. We have to go fit our rings today, but that's about it."

Kuroko felt overwhelmed but merely nodded.

"Now, what I wanted to ask was, what do you want out of this marriage? Any particular rules? Don't be embarrassed and just feel free to say it."

"I…can't think of any right now," Kuroko mumbled. "Well, other than…I don't want any possible fights to turn physical. I mean, violent."

"Mm. I was think the same thing. And…I don't want either of us cheating on the other," Kise said matter-of-factly. "If either of the two things happen, we should get a divorce, okay?"

"Okay."

Kise pouted. "I'm sorry to talk about such depressing things."

"Don't be. You're being…responsible," Kuroko said, cupping his hands around the mug, almost finished with the coffee. He bit his lip. "Do…do you mind this?"

"The rules?" Kise asked, confused. Then his face cleared. "You're talking about the marriage, right?"

Nod.

"I've never been against the idea of marriage," he shrugged. "But I think it might be an interesting experience. We'll just have to see, right?"

All of this was so clinical, so professional. Kuroko wondered if this was normal. Then again, considering how their situations weren't, the average person probably didn't carry out their marriages this way, especially after knowing each other for less than a day.

Kuroko set down the cup on to the table, finished. "Thank you."

Kise simply smiled at him and offered an arm which he took albeit reluctantly. They left the private room and headed for the entrance of the restaurant.

"Ah…your jacket…" Kuroko tried to take off the jacket and hand it to him, but Kise stopped him.

"You're wearing a skirt," Kise said simply.

More than anything, that comment flustered him to no end. What exactly was he doing again, dressed as a girl? But he thought of Tsukina and pushed that issue aside.

After being in the warm restaurant for at least a couple of hours, the temperature outside was nearly unbearable for Kuroko, even with Kise's jacket.

As if on cue, Kise murmured into his ear, "Just a few minutes and we'll get to my car."

He shivered but said nothing as they went into the parking lot. Kise led him quickly over to the glistening vehicle that he couldn't dare to guess the price of. Kuroko was by no means poor, since he was a member of one of the richest families in Japan, but he never felt the need to live like one, so he was often starstruck by people who were considered his peers.

When they both got in, Kise immediately turned on the engine, waiting for the car to warm up. Kuroko reached for the seat belt but the blond stopped him, doing it for him instead.

You're treating me like I'm going to break…

Kise was so close to him that Kuroko suddenly had trouble breathing, eyelashes fluttering as he waited for Kise to return completely to the driver's seat.

"I'll tell you right now that what I just did…was just an excuse to get closer to you," Kise grinned and Kuroko immediately turned away to stare out the window.

How did Kise manage to say all these kinds of things without seeming the slightest bit embarrassed?

[~ * ~]

"We're here."

Kuroko frowned, hand reaching up to rub his eyes when he realized he still had some makeup on his face. He blinked, looking around him, only stare directly into Kise's eyes. He jumped a little in his seat and exhaled loudly.

"Didn't mean to scare you," Kise said. "Did you have a nice nap?"

"Ah, sorry…" Kuroko swiped at the corners of his lips, completely disoriented.

"No, no, don't worry about it. You look adorable when you sleep," Kise chuckled before getting out of the car to open the door for him. "What kind of ring do you like?"

"…"

Kise incorrectly interpreted the silence. "Ah, maybe you don't really like rings?"

Adorable...

"I'm…not used to wearing any," Kuroko said honestly. They walked into the jeweler's and were immediate greeted by a cheerful and energetic woman.

"Welcome! How may I help you today? Oh, may I take a guess? You two are getting married soon!"

"Indeed," Kise said smoothly, offering her an easy smile.

"That's so exciting! Come this way, please. When men come alone, it usually means they're looking for an engagement ring, but when a couple comes together, they really want to have matching rings that fit well for the ceremony," she continued. "Traditional golden rings or silver? We also have other metals if you'd like."

She stared expectantly at the two of them but Kuroko had no idea how to choose this kind of thing. Surely gold would fit Kise better, since it would fit his blond hair and equally golden eyes…

"Silver would match you more," Kise smiled at Kuroko. He turned his attention to the woman. "Do you have a set that you recommend?"

The woman nodded happily, pointing out the two rings encased in a velvet box. One had a band of gold between two bands of bluish silver and the other was its inverse, the band of silver between two gold strands. An intricately carved design seemed to weave the bands together.

"Ah, Kurokocchi, if you're silver and I'm gold, this is would be so romantic," Kise teased and Kuroko gnawed on his lip, embarrassed. "It's like we would both have a little bit of each other."

"Aww," the woman said, immediately apologizing, though she couldn't stop giggling. "That is so perfect, especially because of your color compatibility!"

"Then we'll take this design, thank you," Kise said.

"Do you know your finger measurements?"

"No."

The lady took out a large variety of sample rings and told them both to try them on until something fit perfectly. Kise easily found his size and handed it back to her, but Kuroko was having trouble.

"My word, you have such beautiful fingers," the woman said to Kuroko, completely genuine in her admiration.

Is that supposed to be a compliment when I'm a man…?

He merely thanked her and continued trying them on until he managed to find the right size.

"Great!"

Kise smiled ruefully. "We need this in two days."

"S-sir, I'm afraid that's impossible-"

He pulled out his wallet and giving her his credit card. She swiped it in the register, doubtful, but gasped all of a sudden. "You're…"

"Shh," Kise whispered as she continued to gawk.

"Thank you for choosing this store!" she whispered back a little loudly. "We will definitely meet your deadline!"

"Thank you," Kise said before they left.

The brittle wind blew viciously as they returned to the sanctuary of the car, the inside of which was still on the warmer side.

"I'll take you home then. Wow, to think we'll be married in a couple of days…" Kise murmured more to himself than anything else. Kuroko said nothing as the blond drove on.

What have I gotten myself into?

[~ * ~]

An omake of sorts: Kise's POV some minutes before and after Kuroko entered the room…

First Impressions

Life was so dull.

It wasn't like Kise could do anything about it. He simply did everything so well that nothing posed as a challenge anymore. Perfect student, perfect son, perfect boyfriend. All throughout high school, he had gotten stellar grades, excelling in every sport that he actually set his mind to. College had been no different. Every professor had treated him like a god, whether it was because he was the son of the president of Kaijo Company or if it was because he was a model student, he didn't know or care. Everyone was so damned predictable. Girls were all the same, falling for his face first then claiming to love him when he treated them a little kindly. And when he wanted to end things, they clung on to him, refusing to let him go. Some more sweet talk and they would leave him alone eventually.

So. Damned. Boring. Wasn't there anything interesting left in the world?

That was why he had even agreed to this in the first place. He was up for anything that would cause a potential change in his life, regardless of the risks. Marriage had to be something different, right? And if it was so unbearable, it wasn't like there weren't ways to get out of one.

He had arrived ten minutes earlier than the assigned meeting time with some girl that his parents really wanted as their daughter-in-law, most likely because she wasn't hideous and had fantastic connections, namely the Seirin Company. Combining Seirin with Kaijo was strategically advantageous for the both of them, even if Kise couldn't marry the actual heir.

He shuddered. If he had to marry Akashi Seijuro…

Not that it was even possible. After all, Akashi was his friend and a guy. Even if that was legal, he would never be able to see Akashi in that way.

Ugh.

The door clicked shut and he snapped out of his thoughts to look over towards the entrance, only to see a short girl standing quietly, face completely emotionless but the fidgeting of her fingers giving her away just the slightest bit. Her shockingly blue hair only served to enhance the cerulean shade of her eyes, face small and flawless. Every part of her seemed to be slender.

He approached her as slowly as he could and he realized he towered over the slim figure easily. She actually wasn't all that short, but something about her struck him as fragile, delicate, something to be treasured. As if she was made of glass. Or ice, for that matter…

Which was interesting because the slightly baggy sweater should have made her seem bigger. Instead, it had the opposite effect. In all honesty, he had expected a woman in a ridiculously expensive designer dress, so this came as a complete surprise to him.

She bumped against the door, her face still impassive but her eyes conveying some sort of emotion he couldn't read. Perhaps he was just overthinking things.

He introduced himself easily, the way he did with most females…when he finally learned her name.

Did she just say she was Kuroko Tetsuya? As in, Kuroko Tetsuya, the Ice Queen, the infamously cold person who was almost legendary on campus for not showing a single emotion? Every kouhai of his warned him of this infamous girl. No wonder he had gotten the impression that she was an aloof sort of person…but she didn't come off to him as someone who could be heartless. Perhaps the rumors were wrong. Then again, he couldn't base everything on first impressions.

Still, to think that he would end up with a woman like her, to think that Kuroko Tetsuya was going to be his wife in a matter of days...

Just what had he gotten himself into?

Author's Note: It's fast-paced, yes, but I like fluff, plus Kise's really outgoing so it helps~ They will get married in the next chapter XD I hope you enjoyed it!

-smiles, then runs away in embarrassment–