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The Secret Life of Kuroko Tetsuya: The (Straight) Boys Love Novelist:

By Jezmaiya

Author's Note: Don't ask me how, this idea wouldn't leave my head until I wrote it down and I just had to share it. Enjoy! I do not own anything.

Genre: High school, slice of life and humour

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Prologue

"I'm sorry, I don't feel the same way as you." My ears twitched at the soft spoken words from the yard below, my head snapped, as my eyes were drawn to the confession taking place three floors below me. It happened so fast, I ran as fast as my legs could take me.

"I see, is there someone else you like?" The girl asked, her eyes looking at him sadly. Poor girl had her heartbroken but she was still trying to stay strong. Poor guy, having to break her heart and now he was being cornered like that.

The male scratched his head, he looked away slightly embarrassed. "To tell you the truth... You're not exactly my type." 'Because I like boys.' My thumbs moved quickly across the keyboard as I sat crouched, and leaned against the wall that looked out into the courtyard on the ground floor of Teiko Junior High. When I was satisfied with the scene I had written, I stood up and left with a small smile. 'Time to make my escape.' In the courtyard, Kise Ryouta politely bowed before he walked back to basketball practice. The part time model was popular amoungst the ladies, he was a great source of material to watch, or as Matsuki, my editor, would kindly say instead: 'stalk like a predator'. But I didn't care, research was research after all.

Boys love.

It was a competitive field of writing, not many people dared to carry it out, but it was a thriving field that was gaining massive popularity inside and outside of Japan. Out of all the latest series of literacy novels written, it was the one that profited the most. Therefore, as an artist hoping to break out in the writing world, I had to hop onto that boys love ship. Sex be damned. Gender? Who cares, it was only the social identification profile you chose for yourself. I wasn't a fudanshi*, not even close to being one, but real world money was on the line, and this may be my way to establish myself in the publishing industry.

In one year, I had written my first major boy's love, aka Yaoi novel: Evening Moonlight Tryst, it was a historical novel series between a Crown Prince and his forbidden love, his right hand man. During the story, the Crown Prince had been betrothed to the a Princess in a neighbouring country after he ascended the throne as Emperor. Who knew I'd get so inspired from walking past the Captain and Vice-captain of the Teiko Basketball Team. Seeing them lean down and speak, it was as if a scene was being drafted into my minds, I had stopped walking midway and began typing. A week later, the first novel was publish. I wasn't expecting much but the series had gone and won awards, this only encouraged me to write more boys love stories under my pen name: Turquoise Angel. Feminine, yes, but even men can be angels. Look at Castiel on Supernatural.

'He cornered the blonde male, a smirk on his lips. "So I heard you were confessed to today," he caged the teen. "Someone has been a very naughty boy. I'm going to have to pu-' "Have you decided where you're going for High School, Tetsuya?" I looked away from my laptop. My fingers poised in typing position. "I mean, it's a holiday and all (and I don't want to pressure you before a deadline), but you should have at least already decided by now."

I hadn't really thought much about it, initially I was intent on following the Teiko Basketball Team but they split up to different schools so it was pointless following them. Besides... Perhaps I had written too many novels based off them anyway... I needed new inspiration... Something fresh. "I applied for Seirin High," it was a new school but it was near to the editing office. Very convenient when I had a deadline due, I could simply camp out in Matsuki's office and go to school the next day. Obviously the expression on Matsuki's face revealed that he knew that too. "Don't worry, I won't make a mess." I assured him. Sure there were instant noodle cups around me, probably seven, and Maji milkshake cups too... But I've been working on this latest book for two days straight now, I had to complete it soon. It was my final novel based on two basketball idiots. Ironic, I know considering the people I was basing them off. Honestly, Aomine Daiki and Kise Ryouta had so much potential for material. It was such a shame that the two would be splitting up, but it's fine, at least Aomine would still have his childhood friend, Momoi Satsuki, with him. It was nice having a female involved in the mix, it added spice to the book and gave fans a person to hate.

"Hey Tetsuya," started Matsuki, dark pink haired man scratched his head. "Don't you think you've written too many boys love already?" He asked me.

I stared back at him, "What do you mean?"

"Well... When you were starting out, I kinda thought this idea was good (I didn't actually think you'd do it) but I kind of thought you'd stop after one series..." He admitted. "After all, the profits from Evening Moonlight Tryst had been pretty huge." Eight awards, three attempted interviews and a complete manga serialisation. Obviously I rejected the interview. I would never reveal my identity to the public, sure I was pretty invisible and all, but even I wasn't content with social suicide.

"But Matsuki-sensei," my eyes seemed to gleam a little. "More books, more money. And with more money, I have more vanilla milkshakes." I gave him a thumbs up.

Matsuki sighed at that. "Are you sure you're not a Fudanshi?" He asked, his tone serious.

"Of course not." I bluntly replied, my focus turning back to my manual script.

Matsuki sighed and covered his face, "I can only hope that Kise Ryouta never finds out about the thirty-five novels based off him... That would be a messy law suit."

I chuckled softly, "Please, it was only seven series, that's not a lot." I assured him.

"Yeah, and you basically paired him off with loose variations of each Generation of the Miracle member. You even wrote a harem in one book for him and left it to the fans to decide." Matsuki deadpanned back at him.

Ah yes, the poll last year was a success. The response was overwhelming and a wonderful way to end that series. "I still can't believe that Akashi won." Personally I would prefer him with Aomine, Akashi was more aesthetic with Midorima or Murasakibara.

"I still can't believe you managed to spy on them so much during the last two years," said Matsuki. It was no secret that the Teiko Junior High Basketball Team, aka, The Generation of Miracles, as Matsuki constantly refers to them as, was gaining a lot of media attention. "They should have upped security."

"They did, I just never got notice." The advantages of being forgotten, it was a pain in when buying milkshakes, but a complete bliss when it came to gathering material. 'Seirin... let's hope you have some good material for me'.

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Matsuki stared at me, an amused smirk on his lips, damn the man. "I'm surprised, Tetsuya, for once you're not overflowing with material. Regretting your choice of Seirin?" He inquired.

I sat slumped over at my desk, in the corner of his office. It was hopeless... That school. "It is too vanilla!" I stated frustratedly, but my face betrayed nothing, my voice impassive as ever.

Rindou, my assistant manga artist laughed from her desk. "Not enough action for you?" Unlike most days, the past week, since the beginning of High school had been rather peaceful for her. The second year was secretly happy that she didn't have to come to work to see a pile of manuscripts to draw art for. Unlike the manga serialisation, she did not actually draw the entire series but only a few selective scenes. Of course I provided her photographs of my material (shots of the Generation of Miracles) to refer too, with variation from the original.

"Boring... Seirin is boring." I slammed my fist against the table in annoyance.

This only earned a laugh from Matsuki and Rindou. "We know you're angry and all, but your expression isn't even changing!" Pointed out Rindou, who smirked. She looked very much like a cat whenever she grinned. "I know! Why don't you drop by the Basketball club, maybe you'll find some inspiration." She suggested.

As if, but then again... maybe I'd find something, I sighed. My legs dragged myself to the basketball court the next day, I guess there wasn't any harm in checking up on the team. Who knows, maybe Rindou was right. I could find some material here.

"Take your shirts off." My feet froze as I found myself walking into the gym. Jackpot. Yes, this was perfect. My phone came out within seconds as I began to type. A romance between an high schooler who was coaching the basketball and the captain of the team. Yes, I just needed to change the coach into a male. Why couldn't I have thought of this during middle school? My face froze as I recalled the Coach... 'Ah that's right, he was old.' They were all old, he couldn't see it happening... But this... He could envision this. 'Rindou was right... Only basketballers seem to give me good material, everyone else was too... Bland.' Now if only there was a way I could stay... 'I got it!'

"Alright, now -AHHHH!" The coach screamed as I stood before her, my eyes were still focused on my hand phone. "When did you get here?" She asked me.

"Hello," I greeted, finally putting my hand phone away. "I would like to apply for the role of manager."

"Huh?"

"Manager." I reaffirmed, I needed this role. I needed a way to collect material, if I got this job... I could see the Generation of Miracles again! Yes, my original boy love models.

"Do you have any experience?" Asked the Coach, she raised a brow at me.

Experience... Well I did observe the Generation of Miracles almost every weekday for the past two years, and I will admit that I followed Momoi and Aomine around secretly when I was writing, My Childhood Love: The Forbidden. "Yes," I bent the truth. "I do."

The coach was silent for moment before nodding, "Alright then, fill up this form and I guess we'll see you tomorrow then." I nodded, taking the form before I left. My feet ran as fast as they could carry themselves as I arrived at Matsuki's office building , I immediately made my way to the ninth floor where his office was. Bursting through the door, I tossed my bag onto the side as I threw my laptop open.

"Woah, calm down, Tetsuya!" Exclaimed Matsuki, the man had been reading through a contract when I came barging through. "Did something big happen?"

"I joined the basketball team." I said through quick breaths, my eyes never left the screen as my fingers kept moving. 'He scanned their line of players before him, assessing their worth.'

"Huh? You actually took Rindou's advice?" Inquired Matsuki.

"Yes and it's the best thing that's happened so far."

"... Is it still Fudanshi?"

"Yes." I turned to look at him, my eyes were practically twinkling. "I have my way into the basketball circuit, Matsuki-Sensei, I can see them again."

Matsuki sighed, the man placed his reading glasses in his desk. "And what happens if they discover who you really are, Tetsuya? What will you do?"

"They won't find out." I hoped.

*Fudanshi: A guy who is into Boys love, basically a male Fujoshi.

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