Disclaimer for all chapters: I don't own Kuroko no Basuke nanodayo.

This is going to be a 100 Drabbles challenge. In each one, a different side of Kuroko, or something about him that his friends and teammates never knew is going to be revealed, to the audience at least, but not always to the characters. Most of these are unrelated to each other, some may deviate greatly from canon, or be kind of AU, and there will probably even be some crossovers. I hope you'll enjoy it, and please remember to review!

Curiosity killed the cat is how the saying goes, so Teiko's Generation of Miracles expected that something might go wrong when they decided to invade their Sixth Phantom Member's home. But they were curious, and they couldn't help it. All of them, even Akashi, wanted to know more about their sixth member. And honestly, they were all a little bit worried too. The past few Mondays, Kuroko had come to school with fresh bruises, mostly on his arms, but one on his face, like he'd been punched in the cheek. He claimed that they happened in an accident with a project he was working on, but that was a tough sell since he wouldn't tell them what the project even was.

"It's just a thing I'm working on," he said, clearly trying to redirect their conversation.

"For school?" Akashi himself had asked, trying to get to the bottom of this.

"No . . . it's just another interest of mine. But it won't interfere with basketball, I promise," said Kuroko, and he'd continued to be evasive about the details of it.

Leading his friends to believe that said project and interest didn't exist, and that something more sinister was at work. Their shadow was so small and defenseless, so can you really blame them for being protective?

"Shintarou, what are you doing?" asked Akashi when they arrived, but before they could knock on the door.

"My lucky item for today was a lock pick. Fate clearly wants me to use it," said Midorima blandly as he fiddled with the lock.

"Er, I thought we were planning on, you know, knocking?" Kise said .

"We were planning on figuring out what has been happening to give Kuroko those bruises," said Midorima, not looking up. "Knocking would be announcing our presence to any party who might seek to keep the reason for those bruises concealed. Thus, we're entering in a way which won't alert any opposing parties to our presence. This is what it means for a man to propose."

"Uh, okay, if you say so."

Fate on his side or not, Midorima wasn't a very good lock pick. It took a couple minutes for him to get the door open. But when he finally did, they slowly eased it open and stepped inside the apartment. And stared.

It was like walking onto the set of a Steampunk movie. Everything was decorated in a futuristic Victorian style. The walls were all painted dark brown and vintage portraits hung on them in heavy brass frames, and there were also pieces of welded art containing gears, cogs, and other clockwork pieces.

"Does Kurokocchi really live here?" asked Kise, voicing what they were all thinking. This didn't look anything like what they were expecting Kuroko's house to look like.

The further in they got, the more it looked like the home of a mad genius mechanic. Shelves and curio cabinets were filled with tiny clockwork ornaments, compasses, mechanical creatures, and small brass and gear devices that didn't seem to have any real purpose. The lights were all refitted gas lamps, converted to use electricity, and in the living room was a computer with a keyboard refitted with antique typewriter keys, a mouse covered with riveted brass, a screen that was framed with wood and brass fixings, and a speaker that had once been an old phonograph.

The kitchen was where they found Kuroko, and it was easily the most bizarre room in the house. The modern appliances like the oven and refrigerator had been covered with brass sheets, riveted in place, and been refitted with trimmings to make them look like they were from another century. Knobs were replaced with gears and dials. An ice cream freezer stood beside the refrigerator, decked in brass like its counterpart. Only the microwave had been left un-steampunked, probably because Kuroko was afraid of blowing it up if he covered it with metal.

Kuroko himself sat at the kitchen table, not in his school uniform or basketball clothes for once. He wore an Abney Park T-shirt, a pair of cargo pants, a brown leather tool belt, and a pair of goggles. The goggles looked particularly bizarre, since they were fitted on one side with several extra lenses for magnification, one of which Kuroko was currently using to do some small scale work with a jeweler's screwdriver and a pair of tweezers. His project was spread out on the table in front of him, an assortment of gears, bolts, and brass plates, that looked like organized chaos to anyone who hadn't placed them where they were. Right in front of him, the thing that he was working on, seemed to be a fist-sized clockwork dog. He was so absorbed in his task that he didn't even notice his friends had entered the kitchen. The only movements that he made were to tweak some gears, and to switch the magnification lenses on his goggles, pushing one out of the way, and pulling another, stronger one down in its place.

After all five boys spent a good half minute staring, Aomine finally opened his mouth.

"Hey, Tetsu!"

Kuroko jumped in his seat. His hand slipped, and then the clockwork dog in front of him flew apart with surprising force. Pieces flew every which way, but a large number of them right at Kuroko, who was at point blank range. The force knocked him backwards, knocking over his chair.

"Tetsu!"

"Kurokocchi!"

Aomine and Kise raced to their friend, as Akashi, Midorima, and Murasakibara stood back, staring.

"You alright? What was that?" Aomine asked as he and Kise lifted him back to his feet.

"Everyone . . . what are you doing here? Did something happen?" asked Kuroko, looking self conscious as he pulled down his goggles so they hung around his neck. One small bruise was starting to form on his chin where a piece of the clockwork dog had hit him, while several more were blossoming on his forearms, which he'd mostly shielded himself with. They were almost identical to the bruises that had so worried his team the past few weeks, they noticed ruefully.

"We just came to visit you, Kurokocchi," said Kise, wrapping his arms around Kuroko in a strangling hug. "You never let us come over, so we were curious. You have a really neat house! Did your parents decorate it like that?"

Kuroko bowed his head, clearly embarrassed. "No. They're not home enough to really care what the house looks like."

"So you are responsible for the decorating?" asked Akashi.

Kuroko nodded and peeked up at them through his bangs, awaiting their decision.

"Cool," said Aomine without a second thought.

"Unusual. But interesting," Midorima agreed .

"It suits you," Akashi offered, nodding toward Kuroko's outfit with a slight smile.

"Ne, does Kuro-chin have anything to eat?"

"Oh, yes. Sorry. I've forgotten my manners. Please sit down," Kuroko said, distangling himself from Kise's grasp. Then he stared at the mess on his kitchen table. "Oh, er, the living room is probably better for eating."

"Please don't trouble yourself," said Akashi. "It's our manners that are lacking. We did come over without calling."

"And we broke in," added Kise to be helpful.

Nonetheless, Kuroko ushered them into the living room, and minutes later, was serving them tea out of a brass tea pot decorated with gears, and matching teacups, while they ate crumpets and tea cookies.

I just think a steampunk!Kuroko would be adorable. Especially if he was wearing goggles.

The descriptions of steampunk decorations draw heavily from Heather Fleming's Grotesque Game novel, especially the description of Kuroko's kitchen. No plagiarism intended!

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