Dear Santa,

Miracles do happen sometimes.

And you gave me five on my 5th Christmas.

Thank you.

Please,

Are they refundable?

Sincerely, Kuroko Tetsuya.

Kuroko Tetsuya was always known as a very quite and timid boy. His soft voice barely able to make other people hear him. Not even his bare existence was really noticeable anyway.

So when one fine day on the fine Christmas morning, where the world was covered with beautiful white snow, when his parents heard their beloved son's scream, they quickly rushed out from their bedroom and ran to the boy's room. Still in their sleeping robes and body shivering at the coldness.

The door was slammed opened by a man in his thirties and a woman in her twenties ran inside to his bed. It was then that they noticed their son all covered up into his blanket, as if trying to hide his small body from the world.

"Honey, what's wrong." Her mother slowly tried to reach up to her son, but then, the bundle flinched and slowly scooted away. "Tetsuya, it's mama. What's wrong honey?"

Upon hearing the words, small hands pulled the blanket covering his face. With teary eyes, he eyed his room and his mother.

The woman of course had a hard time on resisting the urge to cuddle up her adorable son.

"Mama, there's someone in the closet..." A soft shaky voice cam from the bundle, still being wary of his surrounding.

The response was unnatural really.

His mother had this weird sparkles and glimmering aura in her beautiful azure eyes, exchanging glances of telepathy with the father. His father frowned trying to read up what his mother was trying to say to him.

'Papa, our son is finally growing up to the stage of the boogieman and monster in their bedroom!'

His frown deepen.

'This way we can do more of the parents-son bonding, papa!'

And he cocked an eyebrow.

'Come on, help me here. Tell him he could sleep with us tonight!'

And he coughed.

"Son, there's no such thing as monsters and boogieman in the closet you know." Apparently, telepathy didn't work between the two. His mother started giving out weird signals to his father, but too bad, it just didn't work.

"But there really is something there..."

This time, the man received a deathly glare from the woman. She wasn't like this before we were married...

"Honey, would you like to stay in our room then?"

Ah, so that's what she wanted... then again, it was too late for him to realize it.

"No." The five year old quickly got up from his blanket and shook his head. "I'm not a kid anymore. I don't want to sleep with mama and papa."

His mother cursed silently. She had always wanted her son to be more childish and cling on to her, but her son seemed to grow up mentally very fast. She had got to admit and very proud when her friends cooed at how polite and mature her son could be but she really do prefer the boy to act spoiled.

The man scratched his head, feeling slightly apologetic at the scene. "Well, come on now, lets get ourselves ready for today. Tetsuya, we could go play with the snow today."

Upon the words, the boy finally brighten up and jumped from his his bed. "Yes, I wanna play with the snow papa!"

His father quickly scooped his son up and ruffled the soft lock. His son giggling in return and hugged his father, totally forgetting about the problem he just had.

He too was very proud of his son. The only son they had. Only god knows how they appreciate the boy's existence in their lives.

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Stab!

The man flinched as he saw how the steak was effectively cut into two pieces. The fresh meat made a slight squishing sound as it continued to be slaughtered not very gently.

The kitchen was getting darker every minute passed by. An obvious darkening aura illuminate the space in the kitchen, though it was daylight with the lights on.

"Stupid Kei. Stupid."

He could only pretended to ignore the grumbling sound came from his wife as she had proceeded with the tomatoes. He tried to ignore the fact that the tomatoes were no longer round. In fact, it was no longer in any shape he could have recognized.

It really wasn't his fault that he couldn't do telepathy.

So he coughed nervously. "Aya," Without waiting for his wife to turn around, he continued. "Were you the one who gave the plush toys to Tetsuya?"

Her hand stopped as she turned around, still sulking. An obvious annoyance still in her sweet, melodious voice. "No I didn't. I thought it was you."

He paused and rubbed his chin. His head still counting on the presents he actually had get for the whole family. It wasn't really that hard. The family only consisted of three of them, him, his wife and his son. He had bought two presents for his wife and three for his son. The other two coming from her mother for his son.

So how come there's an extra five of them under the Christmas tree?

Five plush toys of different colors. He ignored the weird facials some of the toys had. What's more, they looked like an exact copy from the famous game; angry bird. Well, he did played with the game once in a while. And his son totally loved it too.

The fact that his wife was still sulking with him made him came up with the conclusion that maybe his wife was the one who bought them and refused to tell him. But why five of them? And what's with her sudden weird taste?

The last time was the doggy plush toy, whom she had named as Tetsuya number two. That faithful day, where she had came running home, gasping and searching for her son. That faithful day of the meeting between a boy and his loyal plush toy.

Though, he had got to admit on the similarities . Especially of the eyes.

"Papa, I'm done!" The small boy came running to the living room, smelling really fresh of vanilla and mints. He had his striped blue sweater which his mother had (tried very hard) to made. A pair of comfy slippers on the small feet, protecting the flesh from the very cold temperature.

"Okay Tetsuya, you can open your present now."

The boy squealed as he ran up to the small Christmas tree, settling himself and cuddling in his mother's lap. His mother caught him and cuddle the small boy.

"Tetsu-chan, why won't you wear the dress mama made for you?"

Thus, to save his son's muscularity, his father interrupted. "Here Tetsuya, grandma gave this to you." And the woman pouted harder.

Two small hand quickly reached up to the first present. Though still very excited, he carefully unwrapped the boxes of presents, one by one. He had got a new black scarf from his grandma, a new volumes of bed time stories books, a new pencil case, a new card game and not surprisingly, a new plush toy of a bunny.

Though the bunny was quickly pushed aside as the boy was now busy reading on the new books, much to his mother's grimace. Who else would give a growing boy a bunny plush toy?

"Hey Tetsuya, what about these ones?" His father gestured five new plush toy, each presented of different colors. If he could still recall the colors, small fingers pointing animatedly at each of the plush toy.

Red.

Green.

Yellow.

Blue .

Purple.

And he squealed of happiness. Not really because of the plush toy but because of the fact that he (maybe) had the colors right. Though, it was still unknown to him that he mistook green and blue.

Small hands hugged the yellow birdy plush toy while mentioning about the game he had played with his father.

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The toy was neatly placed on his bed, lining up beside him. The bunny on the last row, the dog on the first row. Seemed proud of the neat placement, the boy huffed and ran out hearing his name being called, also bringing the yellow bird plush toy. He seemed to like it the most really. He could strangely seen it sparkling. He wondered why.

The door of the bedroom was closed and the room felt silence.

It was then that the doggy plush toy mysteriously fell from the bed. More like was thrown and fell of the bed.

The next was the bunny. Falling out of the bed without mercy.

"It seemed he liked Kise the most out of us."

The temperature fell deeper as each of the plush toy cursed and vowed of death for the yellow bird.

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'Kuroko-cchi's so cute!' Kise had his eyes on the small boy, happily playing with his father outside the house. He was carefully placed on the bench, beside the doorstep. He watched as the boy failed to throw the snowball to his father, every single time. How the boy the fell on his knees and frowned as he tried to suppress his tears. How he then was comforted by his mother and was pulled back to playing with the two adults.

It was until noon that the adults had went inside for a rest, leaving the boy alone on the yard. Kise watched as the small boy rolled the snow ball, effectively making it bigger and bigger. Then, stopping when he felt that it was big enough, he made another small one and placed it on top of the bigger one. smiling proudly, he then ran inside the house.

Then, the boy came out with the black scarf he had and a hat. He neatly placed them on the snow globes. It wasn't nearly perfect as he put a stick on both side of the bigger snow ball, a few pebbles on the smaller ball.

In the midst of his time to make his snowman, a giggle was then heard out of nowhere. The boy's small head all covered up by the scarf, barely seen on the face poking to the source. There, he could see a group of children playing with the snow together, seemed very much excited and happy.

'Why won't you play with them?'

The boy slowly dragged his feet to his plush then picked the toy up, tilting his head, with a sad smile on his face. "Are you cold?"

The boy pulled his scarf off him and covered the plush toy with it. Seemed a little happier than before, he smiled. "I dreamed of Santa last night and I asked him about giving me a friend."

Kise felt himself being hugged by the small body. He could feel how it was slightly shivering, warm breath felt on his plush body. "I wish it would come true, even if it was a mere dream."

'You weren't dreaming Kuroko-cchi. We'll always be here for you.'

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Four gleaming eyes glared at him through the darkness. The blond cowered deeper into the corner. Not that there was much space for them.

"Kise-chin is very tricky."

"I can't believe he chose you of us."

"Ryota, who ever said that you could get the first round?"

"W-wait, Akashi-cchi, it really wasn't my fault!"

"Of course it was your fault. You were the one being overly sparkling and all."

Aomine started waving his hand around the blond. Even though their existence was still a wonder, but being sparkling was always another thing. He swore he could see the sparkles around the latter. How come he didn't have them?

"So," Midorima pushed his glasses up, already getting tired of the useless bickering. "Pray tell me why the five of us should be hiding in here?"

Midorima shifted uncomfortably, Kise cowered deeper into the corner, Aomine was holding his breath and Murasakibara, well, he wasn't even bother to do anything. Meanwhile, Akashi sat in the middle comfortably, daring the others to come and invade his territory with his glare. It was really a wonder as how the five of them could have fit in the closet.

"This is really overly uncomfortable." Aomine scowled while sending the red head a questioning look. And he received a smirk.

"Because I wanted us to be here, you got a problem with that Daiki?"

"...No."

"Good." Akashi crossed his hands, looking thoughtful. "Anyway, we need to figure out how to appear to Tetsuya without scaring him. This morning was pretty bad and Tetsuya seemed to freak out."

"Who wouldn't really?" Aomine mumbled between his breath and thanked the elves that Akashi didn't heard him.

"I want to be with Kuro-chin next." Out of nowhere, the seemed most silent one voiced out between his munching activities.

"Don't be ridiculous Murasakibara, the next one would be me. I need to teach him of his horoscope and his lucky items."

"No way four eyes, what do you expect, turning him into another one of your Oha-Asa follower? The next one should be-"

Creak.

The door of the closet opened up, a sudden ray of light caused them to wince their eyes.

There stood in front of them, the boy who was becoming their subject of topic. The doggy plush toy again never left his hug. He was all ready to tuck in to bed, in his light blue gown, when he heard the whispering in his closet. Only, it got louder every minutes and he swore he heard them mentioning his name.

"Kise-kun?"

Eh?

The boy tilted his head as he opened the closet, revealing the five figures he saw earlier in the morning. Now that the light was up, he could see how actually good looking they were. They seemed much like humans, though, he knew more know about what they really are.

"Ryota." A venomous voice came from the red head as a red scissor magically appeared on his hand out of nowhere. "I thought I told you that this was supposed to be a secret."

"I'm really sorry, I accidentally said out loud to Kuroko-cchi!" He wasn't supposed to, no matter how much he wanted to comfort the boy. Apparently, plush toys weren't meant to talk.

"Are you Kise-kun's friend?" The boy slowly scooted closer into the closet, seemed still very cautious of them.

"Yes, we are his...friend." Midorima frowned as he failed to find a more suitable word to describe their relationship to the boy. Kise meanwhile was whining of how cruel the green head was.

"Kuro-chin knew about us?"

"Umm, yes." The small boy backed away as he tilted his head up to the towering figure. He could barely managed up to the purple head's knee.

"Kise-chin is an idiot."

"Hn, like he was never one."

"You guys are so cruel!"

"Shut up Kise, it's really your fault that our cover was blown up!"

"S-stop!" It was then that the small boy abruptly ran to the blond, hugging on Kise's knee. "Kise-kun was only trying to be my friend, please don't be mean to him."

The small boy was now glaring(?) intensely to the other four while Kise was too busy being touched by the boy's kindness. 'Kuroko-cchi...'

'You're really not helping, Kuroko-cchi...I'm so dead.'

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"Tetsuya, honey, would you like to sleep with mama tonight?" Her eyes gleaming with hope as she entered the room, only to sigh softly as she saw her son all tucked in comfortably in his bed. The plush toys surrounding him as if protecting him during the night. Except for one of them who was now placed at the most corner of the room. The yellow one to be precise.

She pouted as she walked to her son's bed, though, smiled as she patted the soft lock. "Good night, honey"

Then, she stopped. Her azure eyes glaring into the green birdy plush toy whom her son was now cuddling with. She then noticed Nigou on the table with Usagi. She quickly went to the table, took Nigou and Usagi and slowly pulled the green bird from her son's clutch.

Midorima was thrown hard onto the wall.

Nigou was back to on the small Kuroko's hug, Usagi on his side. Smiling and huffing proudly, she went out of the room.

Akashi smirked, Aomine was grinning and Murasakibara smiled. 'Served you Midorima!'

Dear Tetsuya,

I'm afraid no, they are not refundable.

Bare with it, I know you can. ;)

Sincerely, Santa.

Haha, that was severely awkward... So yeah, please tell me what you think. :)

I know I should be updating One of His Kind, but then again, my fingers always froze as I tried to write the story... I'll update it.

Hope you like it.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything.

Forgive my mistakes and errors. :')