(A/N): Hey there! Thank you for checking out my first fan-fiction and I hope you'll like it!
***I DO NOT OWN KUROKO NO BASKET. I ONLY OWN THIS FAN FICTION OF MINE***
I'm Furihata Kouki and I'm a freshman at Seirin High. I was born and raised in Hinohara but my parents decided that it was best for me to move out into the city part of Tokyo. I did as they said but surprisingly, my best friend said that he'll tag along with me. I met him when I was still in middle school and I grew to be very attached to him as time passed. But whenever I think about our first meeting, it only makes me question my brain's ability to function correctly.
I've always been the type is blend into the background since my early childhood but I don't really mind. I was always labeled as the quiet one and in my three years of middle school, I've only been able to make one friend. I don't really like to socialize so that may have been the reason but I'm sure that wasn't the main reason. I was weak and had no friends in my class, which made me an easy victim for the bullies. I was bullied everyday starting from my second year and since no one wanted to get involved, the teachers never got notified. I was too scared myself to tell on them so I stayed silence the whole time. To be honest I'm kind of glad they bullied me. It's not like I'm a masochist or anything, but because if they didn't bully me, I wouldn't of met my best friend.
It was beginning of December of my second year and I was playing by myself in front of the abandoned Shinto shrine near my house. An evil rumor about this shrine began decades ago and as time goes by, less and less people came to visit this shrine each year until no one even cares about this place anymore. I tried asking my parents about the rumor but they just shrugged me off saying that I didn't need to know such a thing and they forgot what it was anyways. No one in the area even remembers who the shrine was for. I took advantage of this place and would chill out at the shrine whenever I felt like it. It was a place where no one would bother me. However, that day, instead of playing inside the shrine, I was outside near the entrance. I was sitting against the already half destroyed torii and played with the snow in my hands as more were falling onto me from the sky.
A group of bullies just happened to pass by the shrine at that time and saw me. They decided that it was good idea to make fun of me since no one's around. There were three of them and they all looked pretty tough. I wasn't playing much attention to my surroundings so it was too late when I finally took notice of the bullies.
"Come on guys! Look at this freaking loser! Poor puppy, did your parents kick you out of the house? Well that understandable since after all, you're just a useless dog that can't even bark!"
After the insult, the others burst out laughing and judging by the way they acted, the guy who insulted me is the leader of the gang. Not wanting to deal with the nonsense, I sighed and slowly stood up.
"Arguing with idiots would only waste my time so please excuse me. I have more important things to attend to than listening to garbage make disgusting noises with their filthy mouth." I was planning to leave right afterward but I guess there's no way they would let me go after saying all that. I could literally see veins popping out on the leader's forehead and his whole face turned red from frustration. I might of won the verbal round but obviously, I'm no match when it comes down to strength. With one hard punch from the leader, I landed with my face buried in the snow. I struggled as I sat back up and I felt my nose bleed. I reached up to check if I was really having a nose bleed and sure enough, I was. My checks felt sore and my vision started to blur out. I don't know why but I stood back up and from the opposite side, I received another punch and this time, he used twice as much power he used the first time. I fell side way onto the snow and passed out.
I don't know how much time have passed but when I woke up, I was inside the shrine with a blanket over me instead of freezing to death out in the snow. I got a bruise on both side of my cheeks and I just laid there, not feeling like doing anything.
"Wait! A blanket?!" My reaction was delayed like usual. I sprung back up in an instant and when I got up, I realized something weirder. "My clothes...they're not mine."
While I was in a world of confusion, a red headed guy came through the door. He looked about my age and his red eyes look a lot prettier than my pony brown ones.
"I'm glad that you woke up. I found your unconscious body near the entrance buried under a pile of snow. I was afraid that you might die so I brought you in here. That blanket isn't really thick but it's better than nothing, right?"
It's true. My body is slightly shivering and my hands are ice cold. I tried to warm up my hands with friction and remembered about something more important than this.
"My name is Furihata Kouki. Thank you for helping me and I'm sorry for causing you trouble. I think I should be fine after resting a bit when I return home. Well before that, I do have a question for you. May I?"
"I'm happy that I could help you and ask anything you want. I'll try my best to answer it." He closed the door and sat on a chair on the right side of the futon I'm laying on.
"Were you the one who changed my clothing?..." I asked uncomfortably. Before, I was wearing a navy blue hoodie under a black winter jacket with fake, white fur along the edge of the hood and dark blue jeans. Now, I am wearing a white knitted sweater with a black stripe near the bottom, a coffee brown parka, a soft and warn red scarf and black jeans. I have to admit, the red scarf doesn't fit with the outfit.
"Yes. Your clothes were kind of wet and to not risk the chance of you getting ill, I changed your clothing. I didn't have much of a choice when you were almost as cold as ice and your clothes are over there, on the table. Oh and how rude of me, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Akashi Seijuro, the god of destruction. Nice to meet you, Kouki."
"Huh?...Are you messing with me? Wait! We're on the first name base already?" That was the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard in my life. 'God of destruction' he says. Does he really think I'll believe that stupid joke? Plus, we've barely known each other for 10 minutes and he's already calling me by first name.
"It's fine if you call me by my first name as well and no, I am not messing with you. I am the real deal. If you want proof then...hmm...what can I do here? Oh I know, Kouki, close your eyes and count to three." Seijuro-san switched instantly from the kind and gentleman image to a mischievous and playful one.
"Uh...okay" I obeyed since I thought this situation was kind of interesting. I closed my eyes and counted to three.
"Seijuro-san, can I open my eyes now?" No one answered me. "Seijuro-san?" Still silence. Thinking about how stupid I was to play along with this foolish game, I opened up my eyes only to find myself in an unfamiliar room. The room was enormous! Three soccer field could of fit in there with no trouble at all. I was in the center, sitting on the same futon but compared to the futon, the objects around me all look like they could be sold for at least one million yen each.
"What do you think?" I heard Seijuro-san's voice behind me and I turned around to see him in a very simple black, white and gray kimono. He doesn't seem fitting in this luxurious room but somehow, I feel like the kimono suits him more than the modern clothes.
"Where am I?"
"Heaven." The respond was said in such a calm and obvious way that the truth shocked me even more.
"Heaven?! Then I'm...? What in the world?" Seeing my bewildered face, Seijuro-san chuckled in amusement.
"Calm down. You're not dead but this is ,without a doubt, heaven. If you don't believe me, you can look out the window over there" His index finger pointed to a nearby window, I got up and walked towards the window. I reached my goal and I took a deep breath, as I slowly moved my head to look below me. Surprisingly, below me was only a huge piece of whiteness. Nothing but whiteness and people floating.
"Wait what?! People floating?!" There were people floating on top of the whiteness "ground" I guess, with blue-ish and purple-ish flame floating at shoulder level next to them. Everyone below this room were wearing traditional Japanese clothing with a huge variety of colors. Some are wearing more dark colored kimono like Seijuro-san and others wore neon colored ones. My jaw were opened for quite awhile now, due to confusion, speechlessness, and shock. Not knowing what to say, I just turned to face Seijuro-san who is grinning in amusement. He lifted up his right hand and snapped his fingers as extreme blinding lights forced my eyes to close. I subconsciously took a step back and was then tripped by an unknown object.
"Woah!" My body fell backwards and since my vision haven't fully recovered from the light, I couldn't look for another object to hold onto so I just waited for the impact. However, what I felt wasn't pain but something that wrapped around my waist, stopping me from making contact with the floor or anything else. Slowly letting my eyes adjust, I opened my eyes to see the familiar red hair and eyes. I just stared into his eyes as I process the new information in my head. A slight blush stain my cheeks as I came to realize that Seijuro-san's right arm is placed around my waist and I've been doing nothing but staring at him during the last few seconds. Our position is really awkward and his face is way too close to mine. It's only about 3 inches away and even as such a close distance, his features still look as perfect as ever.
"T-thank you. It's fine if you let go of me now." His arm let go of me and I carefully took two steps back. I swiftly turned my view to the side, avoiding any possible eye contact.
"Kouki." He called out my name in a sweet tone. "W-what?" I stuttered a bit which made me face palmed myself in my mind. "It's fine if you don't look at me but please listen to what I have to say. You're doubting my being as God because you think it's ridiculous and some nonsense I'm blabbering, right? But after seeing all that, a part of your mind is telling you that it might be fine for you to believe me and another part is still trying to persuade you that this is just some made up thing you're hearing from a male who looks about the same age as you. So now, the main question that is floating in your brain right now is 'If he is the God of Destruction, then why haven't I at least heard of him before?' The amount of information I can tell you is restricted so I can only tell you the following. I need your cooperation to help me survive. All you have to do is tell me a wish of yours that had nothing to do with the topic of destruction and I'll grant it."
"A wish?" I repeated in a questioning tone.
"Yes, a wish. There's no need for you to answer me now so you can go home and rest for a bit. Well then, see you tomorrow." Soon afterwards, I passed out again and the last thing I saw was Seijuro-kun's gentle smile.