Prologue

Secrets. I absolutely hate them. Just as much as I hate the goddamn word. Secrets are fucking present payback for bullshit you've done in the past. Just little dirty things, things that people want to bring up to get back at your ass. It makes no sense to me. None whatsoever.

When it comes to secrets, it's the fact that you know something so downright awful or dirty or whatever about yourself, that you just NEED to tell someone. But what happens when you do? Just the opposite of what you wanted. Just the goddamn opposite, it leads to one person to the next and then finally you're gonna have to pop the glock make a brain slushie on whoever knows.

But my secret. MY secret was always safe with me.

Then how the fuck, did it get out? That's all I want to know! I didn't tell anyone, no one knew. No one.

...except..

Kuroko Tetsuya.

He knew. He knew. And I was dumb enough to trust him. Someone with a lack of presence can really get around can't he?