A/N: I was writing this fanfic based off the this picture I came across (link on my profile!)

Aomine sat in the middle of the basketball court. His hand laced with his former shadow, Kuroko. Kuroko had his eyes closed, sleeping. Aomine sighed and leaned back on his free hand.

"We have to go shower, Aomine-kun."

"You can't shower in your sleep, dumbass."

Kuroko looked up at the dark-haired teen. "I already woke up, but you were holding my hand so tight I didn't want to get up."

Aomine let go. "Oh. Sorry, Tetsu."

Kuroko got up and held out a hand. Aomine pulled himself up. They walked to the locker room.

Once inside, Aomine went straight to stripping off his shirt and shorts. Kuroko didn't even move from his spot next to the door. The blue eyes watched the black shirt slip smoothly off Aomine, exposing his ripped torso. It also watched the basketball shorts get pulled down, showing the long tanned legs.

"You're not showering Tetsu?"

"Huh? What? Yes, I am."

Aomine moved closer to the still blue-head. "Or maybe you want me to help you take off your clothes?"

Dear god, Kuroko thought. The calloused hands reached for his sweat-soaked shirt and pulled it over his head.

"I thought you were already old enough to take off your clothes, Tetsu."

Kuroki looked at Aomine, his eyes showing no emotion. "Please don't tease me, Aomine-kun."

Aomine smirked, reaching for the waistband of Kuroko's shorts. He hooked his fingers under it and started pulling it down inch-by-inch. Bit by bit, Aomine could see more of Tetsu's boxers. He felt the urge to make Kuroko bend over and spread his ass open for Aomine to bury his cock in. But he couldn't. It was unmannerly.

"Wait, Aomine-kun." Kuroko held Aomine's arm.

"Why?" Aomine asked, irritated.

Kuroko bit his lip and sighed. He pulled his shorts back up and looked at Aomine directly in his eyes. "I am breaking up with you."

Aomine's jaw dropped. What the hell did Tetsu say? They were breaking up?

"What are you talking about, Tetsu?"

"We're over."

"I know, but why?"

"You should already know why."

"It's because of that red-head. Kagami."

Kuroko picked up his shirt. "I'm sorry."

Aomine waved off the blue head. Kuroko did a small bow and walked out.

Aomine knew this was bound to happen the day he first met Tetsu's new light. He was prepared to let Tetsu go, wasn't he? He wasn't.

The tanned teen bent over, shoulders shaking. He didn't know if he was laughing or crying. But something wet was definitely falling from his eyes and some strange laughter coming from his mouth. Aomine didn't remember the last time he cried. He knew it wasn't over something pathetic thing like a break-up.

Every tear that fell was a piece of his dignity and sanity gone. He was slowly losing himself. Here Aomine was, siting alone on a locker bench crying and laughing at the same time; his emotions torn from which was which. He won't be tasting vanilla lips, feeling the soft skin under his fingers, or wake up with bright blue hair in his face. Aomine gave quick laugh at a far away memory that only happened recently. Him and Kuroko were siting together. Kuroko was forcing Aomine to drink a vanilla shake, when Aomine insisted it was okay.

Another stream of tears fell at that mental sight. "Get your fucking self together Daiki." Aomine rubbed harshly at his wet eyes.

Aomine rolled over and draped his arm over the other side of the bed, expecting a snoring blue-head. Shit, Aomine thought. He laid flat on his back, staring at the white ceiling. He felt like a part of him literally got chopped off. And it was not replaceable. Nothing could stitch it back on, no operation, no amount of money in the world.

He sat up, slouching. School. He had to go to school. School would make him move on.

Aomine quickly changed and grabbed a handful of energy bars. He slung a duffel bag over his shoulder and left.

He passed Kuroko and Kagami on his way. The two held hands and smiling. Aomine's heart froze and restricted so tightly. He couldn't breathe. Where did the air go?

Aomine was in pain, but he walked past them. Ignoring was the only option. He could only let Kuroko be with Kagami in peace. He shouldn't disturb.

"Are you okay, Aomine-kun?"

Kuroko's bright blue eyes watched the tanned teen curiously.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I?" Aomine's voice was raspy and tired from a night of staying up.

"Okay, never mind," Kuroko said, uncertainly.

Aomine nodded at the red-head and continued to school, walking quickly. The grip on his bag strap did not loosen until he got to his locker. He roughly turned the combination lock and yanked the locker open. He threw the duffel bag in and grabbed all the things he needed.

"Calm down, Aominecchi. You're going to destroy school property." The blonde model set a soothing hand on Aomine's shoulder. He smiled and caught the attention of some passing girls.

Aomine shrugged off the hand and growled. "Fuck off, Kise."

Kise held his hands up in a defensive way and backed up. "No need to be angry."

Aomine walked off to his class, ignoring the model.

"Well that was just rude," Kise mumbled.

Kuroko waited at the basketball court, knowing that Aomine-kun would be there. And like Kuroko predicted, Aomine was there at his usual practice time. They both stared at each other before Aomine broke the silence.

"Isn't it too late to practice, Kuroko?"

Kuroko winced. Aomine always called him Tetsu, not Kuroko. "Not at all, Aomine-kun."

"Well, you can't play in that uniform."

"You can't either."

Aomine smirked. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down. Kuroko squeezed his eyes shut, afraid of what he'd see.

"No need, Kuroko. You can open your eyes," Aomine said with a hint of mirth.

Kuroko cautiously opened an eye. Aomine was wearing shorts under those pants. Oh.

Aomine held the hem of his shirt and pulled it off. He bent down to get another shirt, not noticing that Kuroko was staring at the flexing biceps and six-pack.

Kuroko gulped.

"Something wrong?" Aomine asked, noticing Kuroko's unease.

Kuroko shook his head and excused himself to change.

After a few minutes of waiting, the two warmed up by doing some lay-ups.

Aomine laughed as he watched Kuroko attempt to shoot in at the three-point line. Everytime the ball bounced off the rim. He stopped laughing when Kuroko glared at him, threatening to throw a basketball at his face.

"Here let me help you," Aomine said, wiping a few tears from the corners of his eyes.

He stood behind Kuroko who suddenly became tense. Aomine didn't notice instead he held Kuroko's hands from behind. He guided the arms up and aimed the ball for the hoop.

"Now just bend your knees and use your wrists," Aomine whispered near the side of Kuroko's head.

Kuroko supressed a shiver. He could feel Aomine's body heat radiate behind him. They were incredibly close. It was wrong; Kuroko had a new lover. Isn't this illegal in the dating book to have any semi-sexual with your ex?

"Go ahead, do it."

The tips of Kuroko's ears heated up. Those whispers made him react again. Why?

He shook it off and got ready to shoot. He bent his knees and jumped up, bending his wrists as he shot the ball. Kuroko landed and watched the ball hit the backboard. It hit the rim, rolling around the rim and it... fell in! Kuroko broke into a smile and turned around, bumping into Aomine's chest.

Kuroko lost his balance and gained it back by Aomine holding onto his shoulders. Aomine smiled, showing off his white teeth that contrasted against his dark skin.

"Good job, Kuroko," Aomine said quietly.

The blue-head didn't answer. He just leaned his head forward, eyes closing. His lips parted slightly.

"Kuroko..."

Riing.. Riiing.. Riiiiing.. Aomine's phone rang in his pocket, vibrating against his thigh. Aomine leaned back from Kuroko's waiting lips and walked away, while answering the call.

Kuroko was left on the tips of his toes, waiting alone in the middle of the court.

A/N: My first Kuroko x Aomine fanfic! Did I get it right? :D Please review you awesome people ;).

DISCLAIMER: ALL RIGHTS TO AUTHOR FUJIMAKI Tadatoshi!