"ESU"

Summary: Kuroko Tetsuya is a detective in the fifth anti-organized crime division of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police, a.k.a. "Anti-Gang 5" specializing in handgun seizures. Tetsuya's secret weapon is "S" ("spy"), an informant who plays a key role in Tetsuya's information gathering. Tetsuya is training an informant who has been officially accepted into Shinjuku's Generation of Miracles Group within the Budoha crime syndicate. One day, Tetsuya awakes to an anonymous phone call. "Watch out for your S." A tale of two men whose lust, pride and loneliness collide!

Disclaimers: I don't on the Kuroko no basuke

Warning: It Yaoi and pairs of KagaKuro

Chapter 1:

An ear-piercing, electronic noise interrupted his deep. Kuroko Tetsuya let out a groan as he was jarred awake by the shapeless intruder. He want to smash the phone into silence, but instead, he grudgingly rolled out of bed and grabbed the receiver.

"Hello?", he growled,

His voice hoarse and oozing with discontent. However, no reply came from the other end. Assuming that it was a prank call, Kuroko was just about to put down the receiver when finally a voice spoke on the other end.

It was the low voice of a man he didn't recognize; Kuroko racked his brain, trying to place a name to it. Deciding that it was hopeless in his half-asleep state, Kuroko quickly gave up.

"Who?", he asked.

Kuroko rubbed his eyelids between his thumb and index fingers. The back of his eyeballs stung. He felt a discomfort, as if a foreign object had pushed itself into his skull.

"Even if I told you my name," the voice said, "you wouldn't know who I am. But I know who you are,"

Upon hearing those strange words, Kuroko stopped rubbing his eyes. Inside his head, a red warning light began to flash.

"How did you get my number?" he asked after a pause.

"Be careful with Andou," the voice said ignoring his question.

"What?" Kuroko sputtered. "What do you mean? Hey!"

The line was cut off. Kuroko gritted his teeth and put down the receiver. He was annoyed the having been woken up so early in the morning. Yanking the curtains open, he allowed the morning daylight to flood in although it was still relatively dark due to the short winter days. Kuroko quickly glanced down at the street before heading to the bathroom.

He showered in the warm water and, eventually his head began to clear. As Kuroko washed, he wondered if the warning had come from a superior. He arrived at the conclusion that too little information had been given for that to the case.

Who on Earth was that man? He not only knew Andou, but also that Kuroko was connected to him. That in itself was not strange. Many people knew that Kuroko and Andou were friends. But he had not given his phone number to any of those people besides Andou himself.

He finished his shower, wrapped a bath towel around his waist and entered the kitchen. From the fridge he took out a cold bottle of mineral water and drank half of it in one gulp. Looking into the empty fridge, Kuroko replayed in his head what the man had said.

"Be careful with Andou,"

He didn't know what it meant. He had known Andou for three years now, and they had build up a strong relationship. Andou was by far his most important professional contact-a man that Kuroko had no choice but to trust. It was unthinkable that he would understand what the caller meant at all.

Troubled, Kuroko let out a small sight. Andou was his S. he couldn't doubt Andou would be to lose his footing. You either swan or sank with your S. your fates were intertwined.

Putting the bottle back in the fridge, Kuroko went and stood in front of his closet. He chose a plain white shirt from it and pulled it over his naked skin. Next, he put on an expensive suit and combed back the hair that had fallen in front of his face. He then assessed the reflection that looked back at him from the mirror.

His shirt was open wide at the neck and on his chest glittered a gold chain. The dark suit wrapped around his slender body snugly.

Now fully alert, Kuroko took in his reflection and curled his mouth in disgust at what he saw.

He looked like a punk.

But that was fine. The moment that he left this room he was no longer Kuroko Tetsuya, detective. His name would be Kira Yamato. Saying the name to himself one more time, he closed the closet door on Kuroko Tetsuya.

Kuroko hung his head as he walked down Yasukuni road.

He was still a little early for his appointment, but he always tried to arrive early rather than make Andou wait. Whenever he was late he felt at a disadvantage. It this job, he had to make sure that thing went according to plan, and that he was never in a position where he could be at disadvantage. He took all possible measure to maintain his confidence.

As he made his way down the street, the people walking in the opposite direction would shuffle to one side upon seeing him approaching them. They might not have meant to do it consciously, but it was a good indication of how Kuroko came across to other people. They weren't so terrified of him that they would throw themselves to one side, but they weren't about to encourage him to come any closer either.

"Ah, Mr. Yamato," a familiar voice called out to Kuroko as soon as he stepped onto Sakura Street, with its numerous brothels that catered to various fetishes. It was Moriguchi, who used to work at one of Andou's shops

"We've got a new girl in. this one's a real hottie!"

"heh," Kuroko said with a smirk. "Well, I definitely wanna get myself some of that then.

Continue?

I will promise that a updated soon so well see next time in next chapter…..