(A/N: Well, it turns out that the first part of the one-shot collection isn't a sonnet! I haven't gotten around to writing one, and neither has Shizuka. She's both busy and lazy; I'm just lazy~ |D Well, anyway, this is kind of like my prediction of the next chapter that hasn't updated yet, but I'm hoping that it does! Please review! Disclaimer- I do not own Kuroko no Basuke.)

"He's going to break through the perfect copy?" A Kaijou member gasped, shocked at the declaration that Kagami made.

Another member shook his head with a snort, "He may have broken through Kise last time, but this time, there's no way anyone could break it."

Kasamatsu interrupted their conversation. "Well, no one except for the members of the Generation of Miracles. And unfortunately for us, we're playing against one of them."

The first Kaijou member looked up at his captain with a bewildered look. "We are?" Kasamatsu resisted the urge to hit his kouhai as hard as he could, as tempting as the thought was.

"You see number 11 over there?" The Kaijou captain pointed at Kuroko, though it took the two other members a few minutes to notice that Kuroko was there, and that he was playing on the court.

"E-EH?" The two screeched, gapping at the teal haired boy.

"He has the highest chance of shutting down Kise's perfect copy, but he can't do it." He himself has said it- the only thing he can do is pass since his phantom shot can be blocked. "We're going to continue with our plays that we've got over here. I know you two aren't on the court, but you might have to sub in for that idiot- Kise- soon. Got it?" The two nodded quickly, paying immediate attention to their captain.

And so the game continued, though this time Kuroko was marking Kise, with Kagami in the back of them. Kise's body swayed, making him look off balanced and a, blonde bangs hanging over his chocolate colored eyes. "Watch right, Kuroko." Kagami lunged left, watching in horror as Kuroko was sent to the ground, Kise passing by both of them with ease.

"You're going to have to try harder than that to beat Kaijou," Kise murmured, too quiet for other people to hear.

That's when it hit Kuroko. "I understand you now. I get you, Kise-kun. I finally do." Despite the circumstances and their surroundings, Kuroko gave a smile.

I think I finally understand you completely. That's the first step of taking apart and stopping a play- knowing the player that performs it. At first, I prided myself in always being able to see through people, and always being able to understand them. Now, as I look back at our Teikou days, I never really knew you fully, did I?

Kise-kun, you've always craved for attention, haven't you? I'm betting that is one of the reasons that you became a model. As a model, you're always loved, always wanted, and always needed. It's just like in Teikou; no matter what happened, no matter how many times we rejected you, you always came back to us. You must've felt that if you did anything wrong, or tried to do less (or better) than what was expected, you'd be cast out like the trash.

But you're wrong, Kise-kun. Basketball is about taking risks. Just like how Midorima-kun trusted his partner to make that shot that relied heavily on teamwork, and how I have begun to grow to fit my current team, I will show you.

As your teacher, I will show you. I will prove to you that you've only had to be yourself, and that you were your only obstacle. Aomine-kun isn't the reason that you got better after your loss, despite what you think. The reason that you're growing as a basketball player and as a person is because you're adjusting to those around you. You're not that passionless prodigy that I took under my wing a few years ago.

You're a student that I can be proud of, and a student that I can hold my head high and say, "I helped teach him." I couldn't ask for more than that, and sometimes I wish that I could be content with bringing back the old you.

We're on separate teams now, Kise-kun. Because of this, I can't afford to hold back anything anymore. I've resolved myself now; I will show you my- no, Seirin's- play. I will show you that you are not the only one that has improved, and that no matter what happens, I'll always be proud of you, Kise-kun. I will become a worthy opponent for you; we all have our pride, Kise-kun. Mine is in both myself, and the product of experimental teaching- you.

Remember.

And like that, the flow of the game changed.

"He broke through Kise's perfect copy!" The Kaijou and Seirin coaches shouted at the same time, looking at the phantom player with awe and a sense of respect. Who knew that Kuroko had this much talent? He was never mentioned to the scouting schools, and Riko had a gut feeling that the reason being was that he was their trump card. Just looking at the Generation of Miracles overall, they wouldn't need a trump card. Then what is Kuroko?

The answer is quite simple, once the question has been pulled apart and read aloud for better understanding. Kuroko is the light of the Generation of Miracles, yet he is the shadow that defines them all at the same time. He is not the pushover Riko saw (with such low stats). Instead, this is the boy that has been hiding from the light of attention. This, is what a true specialist of the Generation of Miracles is like.

The Kaijou coach called for a timeout, all eyes looking to Kise for an explanation.

"Kurokocchi was...is...our vice captain. Everyone thought it was Midorimacchi, but it was really Kurokocchi. He and Akashicchi came up with the training menus for us, while Momoicchi perfected them based on whatever information she gathered. If Kurokocchi is starting to give his all, we're in trouble." Kise's eyes drifted to the ground in slight defeat before looking up at his captain's face (who had gotten pissed off and slapped him across the face).

"You Generation of Miracles may be good, but you're too cocky. Learn to lean on other people more, Kise." Kasamatsu crossed his arms over his chest, looking the blonde in the eye. "But there's something you're not telling us..."

"I don't think I've told anyone this, but back in middle school, when I tried out for the Teikou basketball team, I barely made the second string. I kept trying to beat Haizaki to get a spot on the regulars, but each time I lost." Kise sighed. "Akashicchi finally assigned me a tutor, and I was hoping for someone else. When I first saw that it was Kurokocchi, I was annoyed, and I thought that he was making a fool out of me." The blonde set his gaze on the teal haired boy that was looking at him from across the court with a knowing, but competitive gaze.

"Kurokocchi trained me; he helped me develop the playing style that I use today. He figured out through watching me play that I was destined to be a 'copy-cat' player, like Haizaki. It was Kurokocchi's teachings that ultimately helped me to get a spot on the regulars. Just like Akashicchi can see through and annihilate Kurokocchi's playing style, Kurokocchi can do the same to me. It's only a matter of time before he…" Kise clenched his fists in frustration, angry tears leaking out of the sides of his eyes. "I-…I'm sorry."

"Shut up."

"…Kasamatsucchi?"

"I said I'm tired of hearing you Generation of Miracles people acting like you're better than everyone else! It's not your fault that they're seeing through you, and we're not going to lose the game just because of your friend Kuroko over there. The rest of us aren't weak, Kise. There is a reason that we're all on the basketball team, and it isn't because of fame or talent. It's because we love the game, and we enjoy playing together." The stern captain looked his team member in the eyes, glaring at him. "This is what a team is like, Kise. I don't know what the Generation of Miracles was like, and it sure seems like it was hell, but this is Kaijou, not Teikou! Grow up and adjust already, dammit! You're our ace now!"

This time, Kise's shoulders were shaking from both laughter and tears. He sniffled, rubbing at his nose with the towel that was handed to him. "Thank you, senpai." Kise smiled, before standing, throwing the towel onto the bench. "This is Kaijou, not Teikou."

"Right!"

"Let's go!" Kise shouted, walking onto the court. Sweat was dripping off of both members of the opposite teams, emphasizing the substantial amount of pressure that there was on court. Neither team was about to give up. Kuroko approached his student.

"This match will decide- have you outgrown what I've taught you, or am I still the instructor? I'm proud of you, and I'm glad. You've moved on from Teikou. Let us play at our best, Kise-kun."

Once again, the match resumed, and both teams took their places.

"Let's go, Kaijou!"

"Seirin, fight, fight, fight!"

(A/N: I wrote this on some random whim after I read the last update, and I was just guessing at what I thought was going to happen. Originally, I thought that it wasn't good enough to be posted ((it took Shizuka to convince me to)) because it seemed like I was making Kuroko too 'high and mighty', and Kise too much of an 'I have no hope' kind of character. Also, about the vice captain part, where I said it was Kuroko, I know it's Midorima, but I like the thought of it being Kuroko, since he's overly observant and seems to be good with that kind of stuff. May I please have your opinions~? Thank you! Please review, follow, and or favorite!

Oh! PM me ideas for following one-shots, or just add the idea into your review!)