Summary: AU Kuroko Tetsuya works as a coffeemaker, a regular and normal job. He likes his ordinary job and life. It was all bliss and beauty... until five outrageous men came into his life and messed up his overused routine. Drabbles of Kuroko's life as a coffeemaker.

WARNING(s): swearing, OoC-ness, grammar/spelling errors, fail humor

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN KUROKO NO BASUKE.

Note(s): Kuroko and the GoM's first meeting. It was not a pretty sight.

Drabble One: First Meetings

Kuroko Tetsuya lived a normal life of a coffeemaker. He was no model scouted by many for his looks. He was no famous shogi player, annihilating all his opponents. He was no renowned doctor that saves millions of lives. He was no police fighting for justice. He was no pastry chef whose pastries were enjoyed by even the most hateful critique. He was a coffeemaker that owns a small shop down the street.

He was normal, but why did five well-known people must come and jumble his ordinary life?

It was just another regular day for Kuroko Tetsuya. Calm and mellow people came to his coffee shop, not troublesome delinquents and mafia members. But once, a silent and aloof person came to his coffee shop. He wore the ring that symbolized his rank of the cloud guardian of the Vongola family, a mafia family. He was well-known for his proper manners and morals, so Kuroko didn't pay too much attention to him. Though, it was a mistake. (1)

Friends of the man, or can he really say friends, came in. They were rather loud and boisterous as they disrupted the peace and silence of the coffee place. That triggered the noisy side of the man, and soon the coffee place ended in a disaster. Fortunately, they paid for the repairs, and the cloud guardian was a regular at the place. Kuroko was glad that no more disruptions came across the place.

Well, he was glad about that... until the epitomes of catastrophe waltz inside his shop...

Back to the topic, like it said, it was a regular day for Kuroko. There was no lunch rush for him, since he was just a regular coffeemaker. The bell rang as Kuroko looked towards the door. A tanned man waltz through the door as he caught the attention of many of the small amount of guests. His dark scowl enchanted them as his cold demeanor made them fall for him.

In short, he was hot. Really hot.

Kuroko, being the polite gentleman he was, welcomed him. He walked up to the counter and scowled even further as he looked around.

"An espresso," the scowling man ordered like he was the one in charge. Not wanting to waste any unnecessary energy, Kuroko nodded and went to make the espresso he ordered.

"Aomine-cchi! Don't leave me behind like that!" an energetic blonde came tumbling in, huffing and puffing heavily while walking towards Aomine.

"Why should I fuckin' wait for you?" Aomine asked, although he didn't really care what Kise answered.

"Aomine, don't be rude." Kuroko looked to the green haired male, who so happens to be holding a wooden beaver. He held it like his life depended on it.

Kuroko tried to act like it was a normal day in his life. Like it always happened. But it doesn't. He kept on silently making the male's, whose name was Aomine, espresso.

"Here," Kuroko said as he placed the espresso in front of the male. Aomine mumbled a quiet thanks; well, at least he knows proper manners sometimes.

"Ah! Aomine-cchi! I want some!" the annoying blonde exclaimed as he accidentally spilled Aomine's espresso. All over the floor and on Aomine's new and clean police suit.

"Fuck, Kise!" Aomine exclaimed, standing up and glaring at Kise. He looked like he was ready to brawl.

"Please don't fight here," Kuroko said calmly and quietly. His efforts were useless as they didn't pay any attention to him. Poor Kuroko. Was God playing with him?

Aomine lunged for Kise as Kise clumsily scrambled away. Aomine almost punched Kise, but Kise barely dodged it. He pushed Aomine off of him as Kise ran to the green haired male.

"Aomine-cchi! Why did you do that! The face is a model's life!"

"Oha-Asa did say beware of any fights for Gemini." The green haired male adjusted his glasses properly as he also took a seat near the counter.

"Daiki. Ryouta. No fights." Aomine and Kise hesitantly turned their heads towards the source of the voice. They turned paler when they saw who it was. A short redhead?

"Y-Yeah Akashi/Akashi-cchi," they both said at the same time before obediently sitting down.

"I'm sorry for their behavior," Akashi said as he walked towards Kuroko, looking at his name tag. "Tetsuya."

He took Kuroko's hand in his as he inched closer to his face. Kuroko slowly backed away, uncomfortable by this position. Akashi was merciless as he kept on going forward.

"Is there any way that they can make up for this?" Akashi asked, glaring slightly at Aomine. "Daiki, I dare you to say that again."

"A-Ah... What Akashi?" Aomine tried to play dumb, but Akashi was still relentless.

"Your police duties didn't push you enough. Run ten laps around the biggest park in your neighborhood."

Akashi turned his attention back to Kuroko as a tall purple haired man came from behind. He crunched on his snacks as crumbs fell on the floor, filled with the spilt espresso. Kuroko stared dejectedly at the floor, already dreading cleaning up everything.

"Aka-chin... He looks tasty," the purple haired man drawled.

"Murasakibara Atsushi, eat properly," Akashi said. Murasakibara nodded, but he kept on eating sloppily.

Kuroko noticed his customers all disappeared out of fear. Aomine and Kise were tumbling everywhere, tipping over chairs and tables. They were making a mess everywhere as Akashi didn't do anything to stop them now. Midorima was rearranging his cups to form a beaver building a bridge as a frog stood on top of it. To be honest, Midorima was good at it. Murasakibara went away to look at the fight between Aomine and Kise, dropping crumbs everywhere this time.

And Kuroko could do nothing to stop this because Akashi's hand kept him in place.

'I hope I don't see them again,' Kuroko thought as he was trying to think up of a plan to get out of Akashi's iron grip.

Too bad that his prayers were not heard or even acknowledged...

A/N:

(1) - I do NOT own Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

I write nonsensical drabbles, so I can create ideas for my writings. It's like a remedy for my tired mind. :)