Disclaimer: I claim no ownership of the manga/anime nor the cover.

Summary: Series of one shots about the lives of the GoM and Kuroko.
AU - The GoM and Kuroko became a complete team in their first year, and not their second year.
Haizaki was part of the team until halfway through their first year when Kise joined.
Their family backgrounds are also not canon as neither the manga/anime divulged any information. Therefore, many events that may occur will be through speculation and analysis.
Akashi may or may not be nicer than he is portrayed in the manga.

Genres: Humor/General

Time: About halfway through their first year.

Chapter Warnings: implied underhanded tricks, happy Akashi, crude language (this chapter will also be the introduction and basis for my story, hence the lengthy opening)

Teiko Middle School.

Though it was considered a top-notch school in terms of academics and sports, it wasn't any different from any of the other competitive Japanese schools out there. However, if one were to research Teiko Middle School to discover if it had anything special about it, one name would pop up again and again from their search: the Generation of Miracles.

The pride and joy of this prestigious school, the Generation of Miracles was made up of a group of five genius basketball players with a rumored phantom sixth player. By the time these middle schoolers finished half of their first year of middle school, the entire school population along with the faculty had known their names and faces (except for the phantom sixth player).

Atsushi Murasakibara, the center.

Kise Ryota, the small forward.

Aomine Daiki, the power forward.

Midorima Shintaro, the shooting guard and vice captain.

The rumored phantom sixth man, Kuroko Tetsuya, the passing and stealing specialist.

But out of all these names, one of them stood out the most.

Akashi Seijuro. The Point Guard and Captain of the esteemed Teiko Middle School basketball club.

The students knew never to mess with the owner of the name - even the upperclassmen. The teachers knew to always work at their best if he happened to be in the class they were teaching - Akashi did not like incompetent teachers. The bullies - well you don't really want to know what happened to them.

And if there was a new student? Well, they learned their lesson quickly enough when they mistook him for an elementary student.

But it was the members of said esteemed basketball club that were the most wary of Akashi and for good reason. With his piercing, scarlet eyes and deceivingly kind smile (which turned into a smirk on many occasions), a stranger would be nervous around him. His training regimes were no joke either. Ask any member and they would claim that each regime was a gift from the devil.

One thing that kept the members most on their guard, especially the regulars, were Akashi's beloved red scissors. Polished to perfection and engraved with his name, they were useful for many purposes including scarring lazy or disobedient members for life. God forbid if you were both.

Akashi was very scissor-happy and had no qualms about throwing sharp objects. It didn't help anyone's nerves to know that he was very precise and accurate. Whoever said people should always hold scissors by the end probably never met Akashi.

It was a well-known fact that only the regulars of the basketball club were able to be around Akashi for what was considered an unhealthy amount of time without adverse effects other than bruised egos or losing a few strands of hair. It wasn't a surprise that the regulars were considered insane, especially with what some of them decided to do when Akashi was occupied with the student council meeting.

BANG!

Many people's heads snapped towards the gym doors when it slammed open, but upon seeing who was at the doors, they all went back to practice. "GoM business was GoM business"was one of the unofficial rules of the club if you wanted to retain your sanity.

"Shit! I can't believe we actually managed to get it."

"Shh. Not so loud Aominecchi!"

Kuroko glanced towards the voices from where he was dribbling a basketball, "Ah, hello, Aomine-kun, Kise-kun."

Kise and Aomine paused in their argument when they heard the monotone voice. With a broad grin, Kise pounced at his favorite (and only instructor) to wrap him in a crushing bear hug, "Kurokocchi!" only to meet thin air. He landed painfully on the gym floor.

"So meeeaan!"

Ignoring the blubbering mess behind him, Kuroko turned slightly curious eyes towards his partner, "Did something happen?" By this time the trio had attracted the others' attention and Kuroko could see Midorima and Momoi making their way over. The former, probably to bring things back to order, and the latter probably to greet Kuroko.

Aomine glanced around warily before leaning down and whispering conspiratorially. Kuroko almost expected him to say, "I got the goods," but what came out wasn't far from what he expected.

"Kise and I managed to nab Akashi's scissors." Aomine pulled a familiar pair of red scissors out of his pocket.

Midorima and Momoi who arrived at that exact moment froze as still as statues. An eerie silence fell over the group that the entire gym seemed to feel if their stiff movements were anything to go by. Even the ever arrogant Haizaki was silenced.

Kuroko dropped the basketball he held in his hands and it rolled away ominously, "...We're all going to die."

"Ahomine, you idiot!" Momoi was the first one to snap into action as she slapped the back of Aomine's head. "What on earth possessed you to steal - mmph!" With horror, Kise slapped his hand over Momoi's mouth.

"Ah - don't yell it out loud, or we really will die!" Momoi gave him the evil eye and he slowly backed off with a nervous chuckle.

"And here I though you two had more sense than that...Oha-sa had warned me that a stupid person would lead me into danger today...though I have to wonder how you two blockheads managed to steal it..." Midorima muttered as he clutched his lucky item of the day, a stuffed fox, in his hands like a safety blanket.

"Shut up! It was for our safety! Besides, we've actually planned this for weeks and it takes genius (he ignored the "or stupidity" from Momoi) to pull off something like that."Aomine snapped back as he rubbed the back of his head. Once again, the entire group was silenced, except for Kise.

"Yeah! Aren't you guys tired of having scissors thrown at you like kunais? I lost more of my hair in one day than I did in one week..." Kise whined pitifully as he trailed off into a mutter.

"That was mostly you two, not us."

Aomine and Kise stiffened. "As blunt as ever Tetsu," Aomine muttered, "...but at least we won't have scissors thrown at us anymore." Aomine and Kise had grins plastered over their faces like accomplices in crime.

Meanwhile, the others had an unnerving feeling of doom creeping down their spines. They couldn't help but feel as if those were famous last words.

"Good evening." Everyone paled at the voice and Aomine hurriedly stuck the scissors back in his pocket. Everyone stopped what they were doing to turn towards the gym doors. Murasakibara and Akashi stood framed in the doorway with Murasakibara munching chips like usual, but it was Akashi that had them on edge.

He had a smile on his face - a really wide smile, complete with closed eyes and a happy aura.

"Well? What are you all doing? Get back to practice."

"H-hai!" The non-regulars hurriedly went back to what they were doing with renewed vigor and energy.

Meanwhile, Kuroko and the others nervously watched as Murasakibara and Akashi made their way over to them.

"Good evening, Akashi-kun, Murasakibara-kun." Kuroko greeted when they arrived. The others seemed too busy having a mental breakdown to answer, not that Kuroko felt any better, but someone had to keep up appearances. "Akashi-kun seems unusually happy today."

Akashi turned his smile at Kuroko and for once, he was glad that he normally had an expressionless face, otherwise he'd be a blob of fear.

"Ah, is that so? I actually seemed to have misplaced my scissors somewhere," the others tried their best not to look at Kise or Aomine,"but I have actually discovered a most delightful thing to replace it for now. Atushi helped me acquire it."

So that was where Murasakibara went.

Midorima nearly dropped his stuffed fox at those terrifying words. "T-then, what did you find?" He was almost too terrified to ask, not that he'd admit it. Morbidly, he wondered if curiosity did kill the cat.

"Ah, I'm glad you asked. Give it here, Atsushi." Murasakibara obligingly held out his hand as the others paled.

Midorima's glasses slipped down his nose as he stared, wide-eyed, "And I suppose him throwing that would be better...!?" he whispered. Akashi rose his eyebrow inquisitively, but if his grin was anything to go by, he knew exactly what Midorima was talking about.

"Oh my god, are those gardening shears!?" Momoi shrieked. Her words had everyone in the room sweating buckets and the non-regulars were stuck on whether they should practice harder or run veeery far away.

"G-Gar-." Kise couldn't even finish his sentence.

Akashi merely smiled,"The gardener was kind enough to let me borrow it until I have found my scissors."

Snip. Snip.

"We are going to die."

"Tetsu! That's not helping!"

A/N: This is my first time dabbling in the KnB fandom, but I have fallen in love with the anime/manga enough that I feel the desire to write something for it. At the request of my friend, I have decided to start a series of one shots (since that's probably the only thing I can write and complete within a reasonable amount of time). I just hope I do the series justice.

Depending on the reviews, I'll see when I should update, but don't expect fast updates...I'm pretty terrible at updating, but I'll try...^^
I'll also accept requests as long as they're not rated M, unreasonable, or romance (I want this series to focus more on friendship, but if it's implied or a misunderstanding, that's another thing). If I don't get to yours, please don't be offended.