Summary: Kuroko remembers a dream. But why are he and Akashi suddenly the main characters of a corny shoujo romance. And why does he have black hair in his flashbacks?

Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Except for the idea. And that dream was mine (only that it was me and one of my old friends).

Warnings: Crack. Failed crack. And EXTREMELY OOC Akashi. It's a dream, remember? A nightmare. And it's not even Akashi I have no idea who it is please forget.

It's supposed to (outside the dream) be set in Teiko second-year days. Definitely not following canon.

Kuroko Tetsuya opens his eyes only to shut them again when the light blinds him. He blinks a few times, trying to regain his sense of reality. He wonders what's wrong, his mind isn't usually this foggy when he wakes up, no matter how little of a morning person he claims to be.

He is happy, recalling the fact that it's a weekend and therefore there is no school, and no – not even practice. Akashi must've gone mad not to suggest the usual extra training in the weekend. Or maybe he was sick? Well, that was none of Kuroko's business.

Something was bothering him though. When he got up, brushed his teeth, attempting to do the same to his hair, failing miserably, he had this feeling of uneasiness and confusion. Something was spooking at the back of his mind, something he wasn't sure if he wanted to remember. But while his breakfast disappeared from the table to his stomach via his mouth, it all starts coming back to him.

He was walking at the mall, trying to find a new pair of shoes when it happened.

"Tetsuyaa~!"

He heard Akashi's voice from afar, Akashi who he for some reason hadn't met for years. He was running towards Kuroko in a both threateningly awkward and uncharacteristically amusing way. Wow, that was creepy. Akashi reached him and hugged him. Yes. He hugged Kuroko. More like glomped and clung to him in an all too much Kise-like way.

"Akashi-kun…What are you doing…?"

His voice was filled with panic, even though it was hard to notice if you weren't used to his monotonous way of speaking. Was he destined to die? What was happening? Was Akashi really Akashi. Or was it Kise in Akashi's body. That happened in manga's he read sometimes…? Everything was very confusing.

"Seijuro! Didn't we agree on that like three years ago? Sei-chan~ would have been nice though! Feel free TO USE IT"

What the fuck. Who was this. The only Akashi-like thing was the scary aura he was emitting at those last words. He felt like refusing that would have been a very bad decision indeed. But the worst was maybe that Akashi's voice was still pretty much the normal calm and smirking kind of voice. He managed to bring the exclamation marks and twiggly thingies to it by magic, Kuroko was forced to believe.

"Okay…Sei-chan…"

Kuroko gulped, he had so many regrets, he wasn't ready to die. Please tell him it's just a dream.

"It's just a dream"

Sorry nope, you'll have to live in the belief that it's your life for a while more little Tetsuya

"Hm! It's been a while hasn't it?"

"…Yes"

"Well, actually, today's my birthday, I'm celebrating it with all the others, care to join us?"

Kuroko couldn't do anything but agree.

"Well, come on then, we're gonna have some ice cream. You can have vanilla!"

Kuroko glanced down at the little stone-like object in his hand. It was wrapped in a piece of paper and believe it or not, it was actually a firework. And that is totally relevant to this story okay?

"Kurokochii~!"

A never-ending flood of exclamation marks buried Kuroko under the huge pressure, and an enthusiastic Kise Ryouta. It was even worse that with this strange Akashi but left Kuroko at much more ease, since he was used to it.

"Get off me Kise-kun"

He calmly 'requested'

"But Kurokochii! It's been so long!"

Kise started wailing and weeping like a Kise should. Kuroko spared his voice and pushed Kise off him, only to be caught face to chest with a much-taller –than-he-remembered-Aomine Daiki.

"Yo, Tetsu, why haven't you been keeping in touch since you went to Seirin?"

First of all: What the fuck is 'Seirin'? Is it in Europe or what?

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Aomine-kun"

Aomine shrugged it off.

"I want Ice creeeaaaam~ Can we go already Aka-chin?"

Murasakibara Atsushi whined. He too was taller than Kuroko remembered, and his hair was long too. On an impulse he grabbed it.

No one even noticed.

"Yes, Atsushi. Everyone, follow me"

Once again Kuroko had no possibility of disobeying.

'Shit, I must have a gift'

Kuroko suddenly thought, and it seemed perfectly reasonable to him that he should have a gift ready when not even expecting to meet the person with the birthday.

He'll give the Firework!

But he needs something more.

"Daiki, Ryouta, please follow me."

"Waaaahhhh! Kurokochii just called me by my first name! Tetsuyachiiiiiiiii~!"

"Whoa, Me too. Tetsu, I didn't know you were capable of that"

"Excuse me, Aomine-kun, Kise-kun, but that wasn't me, it was Aka- …S-Sei-chan"

What the hell.

"AKASHI, Tetsu! Of ALL PEOPLE YOU CALL HiM by his given name."

"Kurokochiii! And even 'Sei-chan' what''s with thaaat! It's the end of the world as we know it! Only that guy from his team calls him that. Mibuchi or something"
Kise was crying again.

"But, please come with me anyway, I need your help"

Kuroko ignored their protests and inquiries.

But who was Mibuchi. And weren't they Akashi's team?

Well, anyway he started half-running, not really succeeding in moving forward so he just turned back.

"Oh, And excuse us, Murasakibara-kun, Midorima-kun, Red haired person"

Then he started walking. Towards the nearest supermarket, gesturing to the other two to follow him. They did.

"We used to go to the same elementary school…"

Akashi had begun his story.

What could I get him? Kuroko wondered as he walked past shelves of pens and plushies.

'Maybe something that has to do with our memories together…'

Aomine and Kise were just staring at their little friend.

"I always liked him…But the difference in our social statuses was too much. He never even knew."

Murasakibara nodded sympathically, not really caring.

Midorima was surprisingly enough trying to hold back his tears at such a sad story.

"Especially now, when I'm cheerful and center of attention, the 'popular' of the class…And he…"

Kuroko laughed quietly to himself.

"Oh, I remember that! Those scissors back in the day…"

Aomine and Kise were terrified.

A guy, first year in middle school.

His hair was raven black, he had a dopey smile when he was falling head on down from his desk.

"Sei! Don't do that, scissors are dangerous! Ahahahahahahahha~"

And then they ran along the beach into the sunset

Kuroko remembered all those happy times. His confusion was blown away, mow all he could remember was his deep love for Sei.

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!Guah!"

Kuroko had at that point woken up screaming.

It had taken him five chapters of his current book, and an hour, to get back to sleep and sleep calmly until the morning.

He did not want to remember that. Okay? Kuroko was staring into nothingness, chanting "Forget, forget, forget, forget…" to himself.

What was that dream even.

I'm sorry.

Review please, tell me how bad this was.