Okay, I haven't made a Kuroko No Basket fanfic in a long time! But I'm back and I want to go through with it for real this time! If any of you guys remembered my old fanfics "Princess of Miracles" and "Teiko Middle School", I appreciate all the support you guys gave me! Those stories are unfortunately discontinued, but I want to make a new KNB fanfic that you guys will all enjoy! Hopefully, you guys support me for my newest KNB fanfic!

Summary- Kuroko remained invisible throughout Teiko Middle School. He always looked up to the Generation of Miracles and was crushed when they lost their passion for basketball. Now, Kuroko heads to Kaijo High School, where he meets the popular Kise...


Prologue- Teiko Middle School

Kuroko sighed as he walked back home. At Teiko Middle School, he studied, played basketball in the third string and went to drink milkshakes at Maji Burger. It was a normal lifestyle for him. However, it was a little boring. There wasn't anything unique or different that went on with his life, but he was fine with his usual lifestyle.

As he sipped his vanilla milkshake, he wondered about his promise to Ogiwara. Kuroko had promised him that they would meet up and play basketball together with their respective teams. Although, that promise was not likely to be fulfilled on his end. He was still stuck on the third string for a whole year. The more time that passed, the more Kuroko felt his chances on first string was near impossible.

Still, Kuroko loved playing basketball. No matter what, basketball was his passion. Yet, basketball was always so lonely for the teal haired boy. He wasn't close to any of his teammates in the third string and he never felt a team vibe in that atmosphere. Additionally, most of the players at the third string had quit when they realized they couldn't move up to the first string. The coach always forgot about him, so he never could participate in any practice games or anything.

All Kuroko could do was practice and enjoy the sport. That was all he could do. After all, he wasn't talented as the five other students in his year. Akashi, Midorima, Kise, Aomine and Murasakibara were all amazing. The four of them had made it into the first string as a first year, whereas Kise quickly rose to the first string this year. The teal haired boy remembered Kise being in the third string this year, but he got promoted to second string in only a few days. That was something only Kuroko could dream about. During his free time, he made sure to watch all their games, since they were all so skilled and had fun on the court.

This year, something seemed off. As the year went on, it seemed that Aomine got more arrogant. The delight on his face when he played basketball was gone from his face. Even Aomine's friend, the pink haired girl wasn't happy.

Kuroko was definitely concerned about him, but there wasn't anything he could do about it. He had no influence on him, since he was practically invisible to everyone.


The third year was even worse. At this point, it wasn't just Aomine, but the whole team. Everyone was so cocky and there was no teamwork. They all went iso or tried scoring by themselves. At the same time, they toyed with their opponents and easily disrespected them with a dumb twenty point rule that each starting member was supposed to score.

Kuroko was beyond incensed. Why were they playing so selfish? The teal haired boy knew he wasn't talented and couldn't score, but he spent so much time training his passing, because he believed that passing was contagious. If one person passed the ball, then that meant the whole team would pass the ball.

But this...this wasn't fun. This wasn't fighting with your teammates. This wasn't the five boys that Kuroko looked up to in his previous two years. It also disturbed him to see Kise frowning as he played the game. This was the same Kise that was so eager in basketball last year. How could everything change?

The teal haired boy gritted his teeth as the five of them all sent his childhood friend piercing glares. Why were they all so cruel? They weren't humans, but rather...monsters. A monster that wanted everyone in its way.

Kuroko knew Ogiwara was crushed. He wanted to comfort the brown haired boy or fight alongside him, but he was powerless. The only thing he could do was sit in horror as his friend was being toyed with by the Generation of Miracles.

In the end, his childhood friend got crushed against the Generation of Miracles. Although Ogiwara's team got crushed, Kuroko appreciated that his childhood friend gave it his all and fought against adversity. However, there were a few things that Kuroko was displeased with. First, the Generation of Miracles didn't play as a team. Second, they toyed with their opponent and failed to show them proper respect. Third, they didn't have fun when they played.

The Generation of Miracles were total jerks.


Kuroko couldn't believe it. His best friend had given up on basketball. Ogiwara insisted that he couldn't go on with playing basketball. The teal haired boy's heart almost snapped when he heard those words.

The Generation of Miracles destroyed his passion for basketball. And that was no easy task, because Kuroko believed Ogiwara was one of the most optimistic and persistent people that he had encountered in his life.

A black wristband was given to him by Ogiwara. Kuroko vowed that he would always wear the black wristband whenever he played basketball.


"Aomine-cchi, didn't you think they were weak?" Kise asked. There was no light in his eyes as he asked the mocking question. "I could probably beat them one handed."

"Pfft...of course they are," Aomine scoffed. "After all, the only one that can beat me is me."

Kuroko was irritated. Those two were talking loudly and he could overhear parts of their conversation. Extreme cockiness oozed out of each person's aura.

"Especially that brown haired kid! How pathetic!" Kise laughed. "Really, he should quit basketball."

Instantly, that quote triggered something in Kuroko. How could he say such a thing!? In fact, Ogiwara did quit basketball and he even transferred schools! Kuroko was aggravated by the blonde's words, so he quickly picked up an eraser at his desk and threw it at the blonde.

The eraser flew and hit Kise in the left eye.

"Ow!" Kise cried out in pain. "Aomine-cchi, why did you throw that eraser at me!?"

A bored Aomine looked up at Kise. The tanned boy looked irritated that he had to deal with Kise's antics once again. "Kise, I'm reading a porn magazine right now. Besides, why would I throw an eraser at you?"

"You threw it, because I'm annoying you!" Kise accused. "Aomine-cchi, how mean!"

A fist hit Kise's stomach. "Yeah, that's right. I hit you, because you're annoying me. Kise, I'm trying to enjoy some nude photos here, so leave."

"How mean!" Kise cried out.

The blonde sighed and took a closer inspection at the eraser. Two letters appeared on one side of the eraser.

'KT'

Kise blinked as he wondered if there were any classmates that had KT as a signature. After thinking about it for a minute, he realized there weren't any with that signature. That was indeed odd.

"Hey Aomine-cchi, you know anyone with KT as a signature?" Kise asked. "I really want to know!"

"How would I know?" Aomine shrugged his shoulders. "It's probably from one of your fan girls."

Kise face-palmed himself. "Oh, that's right! Of course it was from a fangirl! But they need to aim better, they hit my eye!"

Aomine snorted. "I think that's some solid aim to hit you perfectly in the eye."

"Aomine-cchi, I'm being serious here!"

Kuroko turned away from the two boys. He didn't want to deal with either of them. Not now, and hopefully not in the future, When Kuroko graduated from Teiko Middle School, he wanted to enter a high school with no Generation of Miracles.


Kise was a winner. He had won the Nationals and he was considered as one of the greatest middle school players in Japan. Everyone came to watch them play and they even had exclusive interviews. So, why was he at unease?

For some reason, he felt like someone was glaring at him. How could it be? He was popular and everyone liked him! Ah...it was perhaps a student who was jealous of his looks, fame and skills. Or maybe it was the person who threw the eraser at his eye!?

"Kise, what the hell are you doing?" Aomine asked as he hit the blonde on the head.

"Aomine-cchi, so mean! Don't you feel like someone is glaring at you?"

"Yeah," Aomine nodded. "Me. Now, let's go."

"You go ahead without me," Kise suggested. "I left my gear at the gym."

The tanned boy scoffed, "You go to practice? That's a complete waste of time."

Kise laughed, "Hahaha, I know now. I'm not going to go anymore. I just got to get my stuff at the gym."

Aomine studied the blonde for a few seconds. Soon thereafter, he sent the blonde a small wave and walked away. "Fine, I'll go ahead. I got some porn magazines to check out anyways."

The tanned boy left, leaving the blonde alone. The blonde confidently walked back to the school. He was going to get his gear, head to his modelling shoot and return back home.

When Kise reached the gym, he heard the sound of a ball hitting a wall. Soon thereafter, he heard a few dribbles and then a loud sound of a ball hitting the wall once again.

The model heard about the rumour of a certain ghost last year, but he just chalked it up as a rumour. There was no way there was a ghost in this academy, right? Still, Kise was now curious.

The gym was pitch black, but he could hear certain squeaks on the gym floor. Kise had gotten his bag in the first gym, but he knew there wasn't anybody in the first string gym. As Kise headed to the second string gym, there wasn't anybody there either. Kise sighed as he headed to the last gym. Yet, when Kise reached the third string, he didn't see anyone there. What was going on?

Bam!

A basketball hit the wall. Kise blinked, the basketball was only a few inches away from hitting his face. Quietly, the blonde backed away. Perhaps the rumour of a ghost was indeed true.

However, Kise was too late to realize his demise. Before he knew it, he saw a basketball that was thrown at his face. Usually, he would have a high reaction speed and catch it, but the ball was thrown too quick.

Bam!

An unconscious Kise fell on the floor.

Kuroko blinked. When did Kise arrive at the gym? Oh well, the teal haired boy decided that it should be time to head back home. On his way home, he was going to stop at Maji Burger for a vanilla milkshake.

Before Kuroko left, a certain idea popped up.


Whispers, laughs and mumblings were heard from everyone.

Due to all the loud chatter, Kise immediately woke up. When the blonde woke up, he saw that he was in a gym. As he looked around, he saw a smirking Akashi, Midorima was trying hard not to laugh and a lot of students pointing and laughing at him. What was going on?

"Akashi-cchi, what's going on?" Kise asked.

Akashi smirked back at the blonde. The blonde flinched from the mocking expression that was contained in his eyes. "Ryouta, why don't you tell us?"

Kise blinked. What did he mean?

Midorima was trying his best not to laugh. He handed Kise a mirror.

Kise couldn't believe it. Someone drew a moustache on Kise's face. Who could do such a thing? It could've been the ghost or maybe it was KT. No, Kise was certain it was KT. He was going to find the person and pay him back twice fold for all the pain and humiliation that the person had sent him.


A year passed and it was now the first day of high school.

Kuroko Tetsuya walked towards Kaijo High School as he read his book.

Bam.

Oh. Someone had hit him from behind because they couldn't see him.

The teal haired boy turned around to see who had hit him. When he realized who it was, Kuroko couldn't believe it. No! No! No! He couldn't have been here!

That person was Kise Ryouta.


Well, that's the prologue. How was it? I'm quite aware it was rather short, but upcoming chapters from this point on will be longer.

Please share your thoughts and opinions! Thanks!