TITLE: Alien Attack!

GENRE: Romance/Drama

PAIRING: KiKuro (Human!Kise x Alien!Kuroko)

RATING: M

WARNINGS:

1. This is an AU, so of course it will be a little different than the canon one.

2. Some cursing might be found as sweet condiment. #lmfao

3. Contains boys love (duh, of course #lol).

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Kuroko no Basuke. If I do, I would change it to Kuroko no Harem. :") It belongs to Tadatoshi Fujimaki-sensei.

Alien Attack!

It's not the first time Kise Ryouta awakened from his sleep that night. At first, he heard his damn phone buzzing. He glanced at the alarm clock stand in his desk; it read 1.38. He pouted, but reached his phone anyway.

It was a message. An advertising message, told him to buy a ("very recommended!") hair straightener for a silky, straight, perfect, and professional hair in only C$ 24,99.

"Oh for fuck's sake!" he groaned, very irritated, trying to go back to sleep. It wasn't easy, though. He wriggled around, still rather irritated by the damn advertising, until he dozed and fell asleep ten minutes later.

He had a nice dream about Japan, his mother country he had missed so much. In his dream, he was still a five years old child, his caring father and beautiful mother were still alive, young, and healthy. His father would pat his head, smiling proudly to him. His mother would caress his back, humming lullabies with her soft voice to escort him to slumber...

...then a loud crash stomping him from his nice dream, and he awakened for the second time.

"Wh- what the...?" he spluttered, glancing groggily at his surroundings.

He was still in his bedroom, but the voice was clearly coming from outside. He wriggled on his bed, trying to look at his clock (again). Dear Lord, it was three in the morning! He let out a big sigh, his eyelids slowly closed. He didn't care; he would have a lot of works tomorrow morning, everything will be damned for now. Maybe he even could continue the dream...

"Aaargh..."

Kise opened his eyes; a shiver ran to his spine. His drowsiness disappeared abruptly. He had heard that. It was a cry. And of course, it's not any animal-sounded like. It was a man's.

Something terrible had happened, and someone might need his help.

"Argh..."

It was heard again.

Kise wake his body up, stumbling on his bed cover due to his rashness, and walked out of bedroom. However, his strides wavered when he heard some strange sounds from outside.

Screech... screech...

Kise took a good gulp, finally stopped walking. He stared at his dark, empty corridor, and a shiver ran on his spine again. No, of course he was not afraid, but the sounds were just like coming from a psycho monster holding a big sickle with its wrinkled, long-and-sharp nailed hand and trying to tore him into pieces, gave him a slow, painful death—

He let out a sigh. It seemed he had watched those silly, stupid horror movies too much. Of course there was no kind of psycho in this damned real world... Right? Yeah, right. Slowly, he walked again, almost tiptoeing, toward his own kitchen's door.

Screech... Screech... Ahh.

Kise held his breath, this time he almost slipped to his own foot. His heart beat faster. He heard that weird sounds again and someone's voice. He was sure it was clearly not his own imagination, for God's sake!

Led by his instinct, he grabbed the biggest carver from the cabinet and walked gingerly toward the door that separated his kitchen from the outside.

He took a peek from the keyhole. It was nothing particular, an ordinary dark sight—well, he lived in the small suburb, anyway, and his little house was very close to protected boreal forest area, so... yeah.

He braced himself, trying to keep calm and under control. It was nothing, you silly, it was nothing, he told himself over and over.

"He... Hello? Anyone's there?" he spoke warily through the door.

No one's answering.

He stood dumbfounded for a while, an ear against the door. He tried to hear and analyse what's going on outside. Yes, he was scared (a little, mind you), but he was curious, too. He knew that the sounds and the man's voice somehow related to a loud crush he heard earlier—and he knew that it was outside his house.

He could hear his own heartbeat. It was loud; partly because he was terrified, but partly because he was curious, too. God knows it was his nature to curious, to learn,... to master.

He tried again, "Hello?" his voice louder this time, his palm already held the knob.

No sound was heard. Even the creepy 'screech' sounds were gone.

Kise inhaled deeply, gripping his carver tighter before unlocking the door.

Night's freezing breeze greeted him, sending a chill down to his toes. He glanced around, somehow anticipated a black hooded man wearing white, creepy mask would show himself up and said "Boo!" while trying to chop his head off...

...well, of course none of them showed up. Kise frowned, wasn't sure whether to relieve or disappoint, but careful not to let his guard off. He let out a sigh.

It was a clear, nice October night—the stars shone brightly above. It was also very quiet, even though he could hear a soft buzzes coming from bugs' flapping wings, the rustle of leaves and twigs coming from the pine forest, and the crickets' little orchestra. The air scented heavily of night's dew, pines, fallen leaves... and burning steels.

That's weird. Kise had been living in this area for almost ten years now, and he'd been alone since then. He had no neighbours, and the nearest shop from his house was four kilometres away. Therefore, what was in the world the burnt smell coming from? His amber eyes scanned the scenery in front of him for a moment. Nothing's burnt here, he was sure of that, so it might come from another place...

Then his body tensed. He had an '89 Chevy truck, and his old buddy was parked near the stall. What if something's happened to his old truck? Biting his lower lip, hurriedly he closed the door and walked toward the stall; his carver was gripped tightly in his palm.

However though, on the half way, he realised that the burnt smell was not coming from the stall; most likely from the other side of the house. He thought for a moment and, hesitating for a while, he followed the trace of the burnt smell hanging on the cold air.

It led him to the unkempt, old former pond alongside the wood shed he used as a place to keep the stock of firewood. It was dark there, and the light mostly came from his porch, but he was used to it. He narrowed his eyes to get a better sight. He could see a faint, greyish smoke lingered in the air around the former pond that was likely coming from a strange-shaped thing in the base of the former pond.

Kise gulped. That thing was glowing in the dark. It was beaming with a soft green light like a weird, gigantic firefly.

Oh God. What the fuck is that? He stared dumbly at that thing, his jaw hanging a little. It was like...

An UFO? He thought.

He almost slapped his own self a second later. No, there's no such a thing... Right? He tried to convince his self, but failed apparently. Sighing, he stared intently at that thing, his heart beat faster. He tried to gulp again, but suddenly his throat was totally dry. He gripped his carver tighter, holding it with two hands, and slowly walked toward the beaming thing.

He stopped walking at the edge of former pond, his eyes fixed on a thing in the middle of it. Thatches and shrubs grew wildly on the base of the pond, but that strange thing had squashed them, wilting them. Kise bit his lower lip. It looked like the thing was made from a very special metal.

"He-hello?" his voice trembled, "Is anyone here?"

A soft wind whistled against him, the rustle of fallen leaves could be heard in the background; however no one seemed to respond his early question. His curiosity won, he decided to walk closer to examine the strange thing.

Screech... Screech...

The blond man startled. He heard that creepy voices again! He looked at the thing sixteen feet away from him; he knew whatever the thing was, it was responsible for the voices.

"Hey, if anyone's here, now please show your damn self or I'll call the police!" he tried to sound intimidating, but he knew he might have failed.

Screech screech screech screech screech..!

Kise watched the object in front of him warily. The strange thing, which was looked like an enormous capsule made from special metal, beaming blindly for a good three times before spinning and humming. He gulped, taking a step backward. He couldn't believe what he saw.

This is crazy, he thought desperately, watching the capsule spun, making the thatches flew like dandelion's seeds around them. Instinctively he raised his hand (the one which wasn't holding a carver) to cover his face.

Then suddenly the capsule stopped spinning, along with a loud sound of "Crack!". The stillness followed soon, a heavy fog lingered in the air.

Kise lowered his hand in a slow motion, his body was shaking. Anxiously, he took a peek to the thing in front of him. There was a big crack on the top of the capsule, where the fog had been coming from. Coughing, he covered his nose with his pyjama's sleeve, and start walking forward.

Wow, he thought as he stared at the strange capsule. His throat was dry. He knew it was impossible, but it seemed like this thing really had just came out of the silly Hollywood movie about aliens and stuff! He even swore he had seen that one which had a ship like this!

Cough cough.

Kise froze. It wasn't his voice.

"Hello?" Kise called, his voice was small.

"Aaah..." Someone groaned.

Kise gripped his carver tightly in his chest. "Wh-who is there?" he asked, taking a step toward the broken capsule. Then he stopped, his eyes fixed forward while his jaw was hanging open.

A shadow appeared behind the heavy smoke lingered in the air. It approximately had two and half metres tall andーas much as Kise's misfortuneーit had the biggest head Kise had ever known... and whatever it was, it had four arms.

Oh for fuck's sake, Kise cursed. Suddenly he felt his big carver like a twig in his palm. He was sweating. No way would his carver win against that giant thing!

The monster took a step forward, closing distance between them. Kise let out a squeal (manly, thank you) and swung his carver like crazy.

"D-don't come near me!" he stuttered, swaying his carver.

But the monster kept stepping closer. Kise knew he would die someday, but he never thought the day would come so soon. He never thought that he would die due to alien attacks, too. He let out a dry sob. His thoughts flew to his mother and father, and he regretted why he hadn't done any proper atonement until now while the death itself was smiling to him. However, no, he would not let himself lose to that thing. He would survive, he would live. At least, he would try.

His brain started yelling "Run! Run!" when his eyes saw the monster collapsed to the ground.

Kise blinked, his feet stood stubbornly still.

"Huh?" he asked to himself, still felt rather shock. He was sure he didn't do anything yet... Why was it collapsing?

The fog lingered in the air slowly disappeared, letting Kise to take a good look to the collapse monster.

His breath hitched. It was actually like a giant robot, not exactly like an alien he saw in Hollywood movies. His heart was beating fast. He was scared, true, but yes, he was also curious. He was dying to know what exactly that thing was; hey, it's not a usual occasion an alien (or monster, whatever) show up to his house! He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, before stepping closer to examine the thing.

Damn, he was sure his curiosity could be his death someday... Or the monster, which ever the first.

The blond man stared at the monster, his carver readied in his palm. Yes, he was right, it was like an armour or robot rather than an-octopus-like alien. He could see the pipes connecting to the big metal tube on its back. It was so much like a diving suit, but was made of metal instead of rubber.

Pssssssh! The small tubes near the monster's neck were spouting.

Kise jolted, watching in horror while the monster's head chopped and rolled to his feet.

What the-

Cough cough!

Kise glanced back at the now-headless-monster in terror, terrified, until his golden eyes met with something blue.

Cough cough!

Kise bit his lower lip, unsure what was that blue things in the armour costume, but he knew it may something alive.

The blue things were blinked, and the understanding flowed to his mind. He had been staring at a pair of eyes. Very beautiful, cerulean eyes.

"H-he-hepp," a weak voice came from the armour costume, made Kise shivered. A second later, the armour costume split into two, along with a loud voice of "creakkkk", showing a body inside it to an open air.

Kise stared at the body that had been protected by tons of metal in disbelieve. He had expected a real scary looking monster, with two trunks on its face, six tentacles, and fangs as long as blades.

...What he hadn't expected, though, that the body would resemble so much as a teenage boyーhuman's boy. With a pale skin, sky-blue hair, and beautiful cerulean eyes. The boy had been staring at Kise with his bleary eyes for a moment before he passed out.

Kise stood still for seconds. Slowly, he stepped closer, his gaze fixed to the boy. The boy was wearing a fancy leather black suit, his hair was damp of sweat, and he had some bruises in his little face.

The blond man hesitantly reached the skinny figure, his fingers trailed on the blue-haired boy's cheek. It was warm and soft, so much resembled of any human's skin.

Gently, Kise lifted the small boy's body up to his arms and walked towards the house. As he walked, Kise realised that the boy was very light. He stared at the boy's sleeping face; he looked peaceful. He smiled secretly to himself and decided, human or not, he wouldn't leave this boy alone and dying.

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To be continued.

Well what do you think? It was my first fic of Kurobasu, so please bear with me.. :")

Anyway, as you may realise, the setting in this story is in Canada. Yes, it is far away from Seirin, but whatever. I like Canada, so... Yeah. *slapped* But there will be an explanation why Kise lives in Canada in future chapter, huhohuho.. :)

Well, to you who may wonder, this fic is NOT an adventure genre. It was more like lemony-humour-romantic-drama. I'm serious. #laugh.

I'll be thrilled if you leave a response. Critics, comments, and suggestions will be much appreciated so I can write better in the future. I am Indonesian though, so if you found any grammatical errors, please feel free to correct me ;D

Thank you for reading this fic. I promise will work harder in the future :)

Spoiler for chapter 2!

Kise worried. The cerulean eyed boy didn't want to eat anything for days... Until in one morning, the boy finally found his favourite meal ー the one and only he could eat in the earth, and it was... quite unpredictable.