Kagami took the first soothing sip from his morning coffee, ignoring the boy lying facedown on the carpet in front of him. It was this very boy that started his habit of coffee drinking, something that had never been apart of Kagami's morning routine before the stressful weeks the blunette had taken refuge in his home.

"We're not going to the park." He said absentmindedly, sipping some more of the black drink while flipping through a sports magazine.

"Well, fuck you." Came the muffled reply that carried some obvious agitation, despite Kuroko's effort to keep it monotone. Kagami didn't even bother raising an eyebrow at this outburst. He had become used to Kuroko's contained aggressiveness.

"We went to the park yesterday. Like four different times. Either find something else to do or go alone. And by the way, your concussion healed like weeks ago. When exactly are you going home?"

"Sssshh. We don't talk about that Kagami-kun."

Kagami accepted this and continued to sip from his coffee. He put down the mug on the coffee table in the center of the room so that he could get the tv remote. However, the next time he reached for it, he found that it had disappeared. Confused, he searched around the room and found no signs of it.

"Hey Kuroko, do you see my coffee anywhere? I swear I just had it." The shadow boy, who was now sitting on the carpet normally with a slightly pink face from having it pressed up against the floor shook his head.

"I believe this is what one may call karma." He mentioned as the redhead walked around the room looking for his mug. Kagami threw a pillow at his face.

After a few more moments of searching he gave up and decided to just make himself a new cup of coffee. "I guess it'll turn up eventually" he muttered to himself as he walked back into the living room with a new mug to discover Kuroko sipping from his old, previously lost cup of coffee.

"What the hell, Kuroko"

Kuroko just continued to sip from the cup, staring blankly - though didn't his gaze seem a little malicious? - at Kagami.

Kagami, being too lazy to pick a fight, just decided to flop on the couch to watch tv. An activity that could not be done without the remote. Which was gone.

"Really, man? The freaking remote?" Kagami said to the boy who was no longer in the same spot as before. As a matter of fact he had completely disappeared… along with the tv? "What the actual fuck Kuroko!".

Grumbling something about "a satanic freak who was probably so evil that the frickin' devil had to kick him out of hell and conveniently into Kagami's apartment", he stood up to look for Kurko. When he turned around, however, the couch was gone. And the red head was starting to feel kinda freaked out.

The lights suddenly went out and he looked up to see the light bulb had also disappeared. A chill crept up his spine as he stood in the empty, dark room. It was silent. He hadn't noticed how cloudy of a day it was.

Wind chimes rang through the quiet from who even knows. Like who has freaking wind chimes in an apartment complex. Startled by the sound of heavy breathing Kagami whipped around, only to discover he was the one making the noise. Seriously what an idiot.

Suddenly his shoes were no long on his feet and his pants were missing as well. The redhead made a pathetically terrified screeching sound, which left one to come to the conclusion that if this male were ever to successfully reproduce, humans would become weaker as a species.

"W-woah. K-kuroko?"

A basketball slowly rolled in from the darkness and stopped at his feet, a creepy lullaby playing in the background (?). For a minute, Kagami stared at it, too terrified to move. A bead of sweat trickled down his cheek. Suddenly a figure darted across the room behind him, an eerie laughter flowing through the darkness.

"Holy shit, whose there!" Kagami called, receiving only silence as a response. The doorknob to his room began to shake. He made the very wise decision, that totally wouldn't prompt natural selection to take him out, to inch toward the door. His heart and head pounded, screaming at him to run, which is a natural human instinct necessary to survive that he, for whatever reason, ignored.

His palms were sweaty as he finally turned the knob. In that moment the light bulbed had magically been returned to it's spot, illuminating the room, and the clouds outside parted to reveal a beautiful day.

Kagami opened the door to see his couch, tv, and the rest of his living room's furnishings crammed into his bedroom. Kuroko stood right under the doorway, facing Kagami, with the two stolen coffee mugs in either hand.

"So," Kuroko began, "Can we go to the park now?"

He stared at the kleptomaniac who obviously possessed supernatural powers which he decided to refuse to acknowledge at this moment in time, then shrugged.

"Yeah, fine."

Taking a mug from Kuroko then picking up the basketball from the center of the living room, they walked out the door together, Kagami with no pants or shoes. Denial is the easiest way to deal with one's problems.