Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroko no Basuke or Uta no Prince-sama. I also do not own any songs that I will include as part of the story, or characters from both titles. KnB belongs to Fujimaki Tadatoshi and Utapri belongs to Broccoli.

"Someone! Get help quick! There has been a terrible accident!"

"Oh to the Muse's heavenly name! This is bad! It's the royal limousine of Aurora!"

"Someone put out the fires! Quick!"

"This is terrible; no one could have survived that crash!"

"This is a constitutional crisis!"

"Wait! Hang on! Get some help here!"

"Why?! What's going on?!"

"The prince! He's still alive!"

"Are you kidding me?!"

"I'm not! The prince is seriously injured, but still alive! Quick, someone help me get him out!"

"How is Prince Nathaniel, doctor?"

"Thankfully, he was pulled out of the wreckage just in time, Your Majesty. If he had been left inside for any longer, his chances of survival would have been negligible."

"But will he be okay?"

"…Unfortunately, his injuries are very serious. It pains me to tell you this, but there is a chance that he won't be the same person after this."

"What do you mean?"

"The crash resulted in Prince Nathaniel getting a concussion that has put him into a coma. There is also a high chance of amnesia in the event that he does wake up. Furthermore, he has suffered noticeable injuries to vocal chords."

"So…you're saying…"

"I am really sorry, Your Majesties, from how the injuries appear to be, we can be certain of one thing. Prince Nathaniel will not be able to expressively show emotion in his voice. Furthermore, what we are less certain about is whether his injuries have permanently taken away any ability to sing in the future."

"Oh to the Muse's holy name..."

"And Your Majesties, although we have managed to ensure Prince Nathaniel's survival, I personally suggest that we send him away to someplace far in order for him to live as normally as possible. We want to prevent any possible negative psychological affect from plaguing him should he remain in Aurora."

It was March, the end of the academic year in Japan. Schools across the country were or have conducted the graduation ceremony for their senior cohorts. Teikō Middle School was among those that are in the midst of seeing off their graduating students.

Among the hundreds of students gathered in the auditorium, listening to the principal's departing speech, sits a certain Kuroko Tetsuya, also known, perhaps formerly by this point, as the 'Phantom Sixth Man' of the infamous Generation of Miracles. This was supposed to be an emotional and momentous occasion for everyone, but not for Kuroko.

Even if it doesn't look like it, Kuroko had become a mere shell of his former self. In a space of one and a half years, he slowly lost his friends that were the Generation of Miracles to the illusion of victory, inflated egos and split personalities. To add insult to injury, it was the Miracles themselves who caused Kuroko to lose his childhood friend, Ogiwara Shigehiro, a result of the monsters that they have become.

Now, as he sits silently in his seat, barely listening to the student council president giving their farewell speech, Kuroko reflects on his subsequent actions after that fateful match with Meiko. The submission of the resignation letter, and his subsequent cutting of ties with his former friends. He remembered watching, from the shadows, Kise and Momoi trying desperately to find after he disappeared from the court.

But as much at it pained his heart for putting Momoi through such anguish (not so much for Kise), Kuroko is a person of their word. He stayed invisible to the Miracles, showing up only for classes, and turning the opposite direction should he chance upon any of the Miracles.

With his graduation in just a matter of minutes, Kuroko knew that this was going to be the end. The basketball within him had died with that fateful match and his resignation letter. The main question now is…what is he going to do with high school?

The nagging thought stayed stuck inside Kuroko's mind throughout the remainder of the ceremony. When the students were finally dismissed, he blended into the throngs of incoherent voices and bodies of his schoolmates, pushing himself out of the school gates for the final time.

As he walked away from Teikō, Kuroko wondered what he could do now, since it was still only mid-afternoon.

'I should get a vanilla shake…'

Maybe, his favorite drink could bring him some sort of comfort, no matter how small. He really needed the comfort right now.

"Thank you for your patronage!"

Kuroko nodded his head in thanks, walking away from the counter with a tray holding three tall cups of vanilla shakes. Making a beeline for an empty booth, he sat down with a sigh. Slinging his bag off from his shoulder, Kuroko grabs the first cup and takes a sip. The cold, sweet flavor of vanilla slides down into his stomach, filling his mind with a soft, albeit superficial feeling of comfort. It isn't a permanent solution, Kuroko knows, but this has to do for now.

Setting the cup down, Kuroko fishes his phone from his pocket. He opens his social media feed, scrolling through what's hot and the latest trends.

'I must remember to block the Miracles from my friends list later…'

Scrolling further, Kuroko stops at one particular video. Tapping the 'play' button, he quickly realizes it is a livestream of an interview from a talk show that he sometimes watches. The host is interviewing seven handsome young men that Kuroko doesn't immediately recognize.

"We're back with STARISH with news about their upcoming national tour next year."

"Oh, no wonder they look familiar…"

Kuroko falls silent as he watches the host ask the boy band questions ranging from how many cities the tour will cover, too more general topics such as the practices and vocal training they go through in preparation for the tour.

"…sometimes, we don't end choreography practice until 10 at night." the redhead Kuroko knows as Ittoki Otoya replies to a question.

Kuroko remains impassive as the one with long, orange hair, Jinguji Ren, needles the man with short, straight-cut navy-blue hair, Hijirikawa Masato, about how the latter's perfectionism is the reason for the late ends to their practices. Masato jabs Ren with his elbow in retaliation, amidst the laughter from the unseen studio audience.

'It must be nice to have friends like that…'

Kuroko's attention drifts away from the video, his memories of happier times with the Miracles playing in his mind like an old film, colors fading and desaturating, marks and spots from time and wearing dotting the images. Kuroko reminisces of the six of them, leaving Maji Burger as a group.

He would be drinking his vanilla shake, as per usual. Aomine and Kise would be fighting over a burger. Midorima would be scoff in disgust at their behavior, while Murasakibara would be popping his fifth packet of fries into his mouth in nonchalance at the general ruckus. Akashi would just chuckle at their antics, before moving to chat with Kuroko.

Those moments, so normal, so everyday, were now so far away and forgotten. Kuroko felt tears well in his eyes. He blinks to stop them from cascading down his cheeks, even if it is highly unlikely that anyone would have noticed him anyway to see his tears.

Kuroko spent the next few hours at Maji Burger, until the sun has set and night comes rolling in. In his time there, he drinks his way through at least three more vanilla shakes, the total number doubling to six. Aside from one regular burger that he only half-finishes, that is all he consumes that day. He doesn't have the stomach to hold down anything solid at this point.

He continues to scroll through his social media feed to pass the time. Many a time, a post or news article about STARISH would pop up. Although he wouldn't consider himself a hardcore fan, rather someone who just admired them for their talents and enjoyed listening to their songs in a casual manner, Kuroko would always read the post or article each and every time. And occasionally, one particular idol caught his attention more than the others. His name is Cecil Aijima, the prince and heir apparent to the throne in the faraway kingdom of Agnapolis.

For some reason unknown to the tealnette, the tanned idol with striking green eyes captivated him. Despite not recalling ever met Cecil in person, there is a feeling of deja vu that rolls through Kuroko's body whenever his eyes fall on Cecil's green ones. It was like as if he knows Cecil from somewhere, but he couldn't wrap his head around it or pinpoint it at all.

And there was something else too. From various advertisements featuring the tanned idol, Kuroko always noticed Cecil had a purple tattoo on his chest. The tattoo in question bore an uncanny resemblance to the strange birthmark on his own chest, directly over the spot of his heart. It was two shades darker than the rest of his pale skin, and it was there as far as Kuroko could remember. His parents never had a good explanation for the birthmark, other than it was due to how his body worked. Kuroko always wondered about his parents' reasoning, but never once questioned it.

Nonetheless, Kuroko brushed the feeling aside. When 8pm rolls around, he decided that it is time to make the journey home. Gathering up the six empty cups and half-eaten burger, he tossed them into the bin, before stepping out of the restaurant and into the night.

Despite the late hour, the streets are still lively with cars whizzing past and people going about their business. Kuroko blended in into the movement of people, until he deviated from the main flow of human traffic into the quieter abodes of the suburbs.

In the quiet streets, a far cry from the noisy, busy roads of the city, Kuroko cut through the nearly empty sidewalks to his home amongst the houses and low-rise apartment blocks that make up his neighborhood. He came to a stop at a railroad crossing, the barrier down as a train approached. The somber aura from the graduation ceremony is back again. As the train rushed past, Kuroko feels his soul dull from the cloud of negativity forming over his head, the comfort from six vanilla shakes fading away with the train as the barriers rose to allow him to cross.

The more he walked, the bigger the cloud got. It started to affect his sense of directions, for when Kuroko momentarily snaps out of his gloominess to check his surroundings, he realized he had taken the wrong turn into a different part of the neighborhood. Sighing to himself, Kuroko turns around to head back, when he spots the neighborhood park just across the street.

He does spend time at the park on occasion, but that was usually reserved for the weekend or when a day just became too much for him. But right now, with his soul in tatters, Kuroko needed someplace open to mourn the loss of his happiness, and his enclosed home was definitely not the answer.

'I suppose there's no harm in hanging around for a little while.'

With his mind set, Kuroko checked the street for any oncoming vehicles, before crossing over and entering the park.

Naturally, the park was devoid of people at such a late hour. Perfect for Kuroko who wished to spend the time alone with no interruptions.

The park was pretty standard stuff - a playground in the middle, surrounded by lush trees and shrubs. A walking path circled the playground and branches out through the greenery to the edges of the park, accentuated with working lamps to light the way.

Kuroko makes a beeline for the swing-set, sitting down on one of the swings, bag dropped down by the metal poles. He swings back and forth, the metal joints squeaking in slight resistance.

'What do I do now…?'

In all honesty, Kuroko had absolutely no clue. Without basketball, an irreplaceable part of who he is had died. Without basketball, he is nothing. Nothing but a soulless, empty being with no special purpose in life than the average person on the street. And if he is nothing, then what could he do? What can he do?

Kuroko felt his emotions well up again, clenching at his chest and forming the first tears in his eyes again. He felt really helpless, alone against a harsh, cruel world. He grits his teeth in frustration, why was fate so horrid to him? What did he do to deserve such agony and torment? Furthermore, what was the point of carrying on if he had no purpose with even life?

A soft gust of wind blows through the park, rustling the leaves of trees and shrubs, and pushing the empty swing into motion, the metallic squeaking echoing through the silent park. It is as if the cool breeze is what pops the cork in the fizzing bottle of his emotion, for Kuroko simply lets the tears fall, and soon, his quiet weeps and sobs joins the metallic squeaking of the swing in its off-pitch melody.

The wind moved on, the park falling into silence again. Kuroko wipes away his tears, his weeps fading with the wind. Letting a few more sniffles spew out, he gathers the strength to stand up. Kuroko goes to reach for his bag, when his shoe taps against something on the ground.

'What the…?'

Looking down, his eyebrows raise. There at his feet, laid a flute. It looked like a simple bamboo flute, if the material used to make flute was bamboo. Kneeling down to get a closer look, Kuroko's eyes widened. The flute appeared to be made out of some kind of shiny, silver-like metal, and coursing beautifully through the body of the instrument, were gold inlays that look like vines with tiny leaves. The entire thing looks really damn expensive, and Kuroko is afraid to even touch it.

'Did someone leave it here? But I didn't see it before…'

Curiosity barged in and kicked his fear out. Kuroko slowly reached his hand out, his fingertips gingerly touching the flute. He hesitates for a moment, before his fingers wrap around instrument, picking it from the ground.

And that was when Kuroko's life is suddenly swerved into a new direction.

The moment the flute touches his palm, to Kuroko's astonishment, it begins to glow in his hand. It does not grow into a blinding light as the trope would say. No, it remains a soft, subtle, but definitely noticeable glow. Kuroko almost dropped the flute, but something compels him to hold onto it as the glow started to morph into the different colors of the rainbow. And it might have been the tealnette's imagination, but he swore the emerald green color lasted a moment longer than the others.

Suddenly, the glow reverts back to white, and begins to creep up his arm. Now, in most circumstances, anyone would have flung the flute off and run away screaming, but Kuroko didn't. As the glow spread all over his body, he felt a sense of warm comfort, his earlier distress and negativity disintegrating like a sand-castle meeting water. Kuroko couldn't quite pinpoint it, but he felt as if a higher being had seen his earlier distress, and had sent down a warmth to protect his vulnerable soul. He basked in this feeling of safety, something that he has never had since submitting his resignation letter, or since that day when the Generation of Miracles began to morph into the monsters they are now.

Soon, Kuroko was surrounded by the glowing white light. In the soothing, comforting warmth, he doesn't see the spot where his birthmark was glow a soft, sky-blue color. He gets up from the ground, flute in hand. He calmly steps away from the swing-set, and towards the center of the playground.

Slowly, he brought the flute to his lips, and despite having no knowledge or experience with a musical instrument, he began to play.

It felt as if the playground has disintegrated into nothingness. Kuroko, eyes closed, became wrapped within a world of his own, merely focusing on creating music from the depths of his soul Beautiful, gentle tones, harmonies and melodies left the flute and filled the air like butterflies in a spring meadow. Kuroko's expression remains calm, but his innermost emotions are played out in the notes that flutter and swirl around him and the playground. There were so many, happiness, sadness, optimism, pessimism, hope, fear, joy, anger, despair, torment…numbness. His entire life story is weaved and sewn together by the colorful notes flying around him, from the joyfulness of his first year, to the trauma of today.

There was no need for words or phrases. Kuroko let his emotions and the music tell the tale.

Finally, the tealnette conjures to the last few notes, and the music comes to slow, gentle end. The last notes fade into the night, followed closely by the glowing light and sky-blue glow that recedes into nothingness. As if pulled from whatever trance had taken over him, Kuroko relaxes his arms, the flute pulling away from his lips. His eyes open, slowly blinking before returning to focus.

'Did…did that just really happen?'

Kuroko glanced down at the flute in his hands, now looking quite ordinary without the earlier glowing light. The tealnette simply couldn't wrap his head around what had just happened. He had never touched a musical instrument, let alone play it so beautifully like some prodigy. And…what was that glowing white light that engulfed him earlier? Was it some kind of magic? If not, what was it then?

"It's you!"

Kuroko doesn't have another moment to think, for a loud, excited voice snaps him out of his thoughts. He hears footsteps running towards him, and a flash of emerald green, before suddenly tanned arms are wrapping around him and pulling him tightly into a broad chest.

Completely stupefied by the sudden turn of events, Kuroko barely hears the words that come next.

"I've finally found you, my prince. Our bond has guided me to you after so many years. I promise you, our love will not be separated anymore, for I will never let you go again!"

Hey everyone, this was my first crossover fic from Archive of Our Own, and it is the first here. This story will be an AU of sorts, as it does not fully follow the canon timeline of both KnB and Utapri. Various elements from the games and anime of Utapri will be the basis of inspiration for several points in this story.

Feedback will be greatly appreciated, though no flaming will be tolerated.

This is SilentGhostWriter2017, have a good evening.

6/30/2018 Update - Hey everyone, this is SilentGhostWriter2017. I put a hiatus on this story in order to fix up any grammatical mistakes, edits to sentences, and to add some story details to give it more substance and content to go by in future chapters. Thank you for your patience.