A/N: I've had this in my mind for some time now. I'm just letting it out Feel free to criticize or praise! There's gonna be some angst from Kuroko

Chapter 1

Wake Up, Pretty Little Boy

Kuroko Tetsuya let a contented smile flit on his lips as he finally let out the happiness he'd been holding in for months since he left Teiko.

"88-89" The redhead beside him breathes out. "1 point. We lost by one point. I lost by a point."

The shadow and light of Seirin glanced at their opponent who had an almost crazed look in his face. But there was a smile on his lips as a single tear from his red eye rolled down his face and slowly his yellow eye faded to red and tears fell freely from both eyes.

"Akashi-kun," the bluenette whispered.

In an instant the tears was gone, replaced with a barely there smile. This was him, the Akashi Seijuroo he'd known. The person who guided him and made him who he was. Akashi was back.

"Good game, Tetsuya." With those final words, he the redhead turned and walked away, an ease in his shoulders, as if all pressure had dissappeared.

"Hai, Akashi-kun" he whispered to the wind before walking toward the observing ace of Seirin.

"Kuroko," Kagami smiled. "We did it, we beat the Generation of Miracles! Nationals here we come!"

Kuroko noticed the glimmer in his eye and inwardly snickered as he realized that he was still completely in the Zone. He jabbed his friend on the side.

"Calm down Kagami-kun."

Kagami scowled as he clutched his side. He knew that the shorter boy was right though, they still had schools from other places to face before they were the best in Japan. The coach had already scheduled practice the next day.

Kagami's eyes turned towards Rakuzan, concentrating on the redhead captain of the team. The difference was obvious, instead of seething with anger the red-eyed boy was smiling as if he had just done the best thing in the world.

Kuroko really did change these guys for the better.

As he lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, Kuroko couldn't help but smile. If anyone was watching, they would have melt at the pure happines radiating from the boy. He'd achieved his goal,they were back to being who they were before their strenght had changed them.

He laughed. His laughter bounced back to him in the silence of his room. He'd done it. He'd brought back his friends.

His friends that he had lost a long time ago

The blue eyed boy went silent as he stared, once again, at the ceiling.

What would've happened if he'd never lost them?

Not for the first time Kuroko wished to go back in time, fix everything and avoid the pain that was in their future. With a sigh, he pulled his blanket up to his neck and closed his eyes.

He was happy, happy wih Seirin but he missed the people who had made him who he was.

He sighed once more as he slipped into sleep with thoughts of the past in his head.

Three rings of the alarm clock was enough to make the lump on the bed stir. It's unkown yet somehow familiar tone waking the sleeping teen. Rousing from sleep, the passing specialist wondered about his alarm tone, pretty sure that it wasn't the one he uses these days

Oh yeah, that was my alarm tone when I was 13, the passer thought. But why is it my ringtone now?

Kuroko brushed it off, choosing instead to start his daily routine of waking, bathing, taming bed hair and boiling eggs before heading to Seirin at 7 am.

The blue haired player, stood up and started walking to to the bathroom, making good progress until said player tripped over a stack of baskeball magazines that dated about 3 years ago. Pretty sure that that was most definitely not there yesterday night.

Kuroko looked up and shook of the sleepiness. Yes, the teenager was sure that this wasn't the room that was there yesterday. At the very least, the furniture wasn't in the right places.

A flash of irritiation in blue eyes was the only clue that showed anger. Absolutely sure it was some lame prank from the Bakagami or something.

Continuing the trip to the bathroom, the passer tried to figure out how the basketball idiot got into the room anyways.

The 16 year old boy walked into the bathroom and face the mirror, getting ready to start fixing his bed hair only to find that he wasn't quite 16 anymore. He wasn't a boy either.

A/N: In the last part of the story, starting from when Kuroko wakes up, I tried my best to NOT use pronouns. As you can see, it's because he wasn't really a he anymore but a she. Sorry if it caused confusion but it was necessary for the last paragraph to hold meaning. See you next week

3, Satrix Cipher