"Generation of Miracles Juniors"

(c) Mei Evelyn

A Kuroko no Basket Fanfiction

Kuroko no Basket (c) Tadatoshi Fujimaki

Summary: It was an ordinary day in Tokyo, sunny and busy as usual. But then who were these rainbow-like kids that introduced themselves as their kids out of nowhere? The former Generation of Miracles was now overwhelmed by the fact that they had offspring, especially when they were still in college and completely innocent.

Ch. 1: "No Way You're My Kid! I'm Still Innocent As Long As I Can Recall!"

It was the usual Friday afternoon in Tokyo, the endless stream of people were still swarming the city street even though it was near late afternoon. The summer heat was cozy throughout the day, and the warm feeling of the sun was more than welcomed by the citizen. It was as nice and ordinary as a Friday could get.

Kuroko Tetsuya, now a sophomore in one of many colleges in Tokyo, was walking down the less-crowded street, a button-up shirt on him with his backpack behind, his hand holding onto a white plastic bag filled with some meats and vegetables. Once his time in college was up for the day, he went directly to his current small apartment not far from the university. He bought some food for the next days so he wouldn't have to hurry things in the early morning.

A screech of tires rang aloud so suddenly that the people present was shocked, some people even screamed. When Kuroko turned his head around to see what happened, the driver of the stopping car got out of the car and whipped his head in a quick motion as to look for something. Some people gathered around the man, and Kuroko could see that they were having a conversation. He wondered what had happened. There was no one lying above the ground, so certainly it wasn't a bloody accident. Since he was far from the earshot of the gathering people, he couldn't hear what they said.

Instead of waiting in vain, he decided to continue his way home. Besides, it seemed that no one had gotten hurt. He walked across the road after making sure no vehicle was passing by, and soon after that reached his apartment.

The palace was not big, only a simple four-story apartment with 15 rented rooms in total. His own place was luckily located on the ground floor, the one on the right side, with number 4 etched on the front door.

He reached for his key on his pocket, took it out and put it into the fitting hole. He opened the door and got inside, pulling his key out and closed the door, all in swift routinely motion. He went to the kitchen first to spare his necessities into the fridge, walked back to his small bedroom to put his backpack. He was going to take a bath, when unexpectedly a soft knock was heard from the front door.

Knock! Knock!

Despite the very least possibility of someone looking for him into his apartment, the blue-haired male still went into the door to see whoever was waiting behind. When he opened it, he was greeted by the sight of a small boy. It shouldn't be a shocking occurence to see a kid around, but how could you not be surprised when the eyes that stared back at you were the eyes that you see upon your own reflection every morning? And the words clumsily said afterward were making him pondering more.

"Good afternoon, um, sir. My name is Kuroko Shiroya. Can I come in?"

The day was hectic for one Aomine Daiki. He woke up late though he had a morning lecture in his university. He got ready using super flash speed, running all the way to the bus station to catch his bus, running automatically upon arriving, bumped to people as he went in through the super long hall, only to end up learning the fact that the morning lecture was put off two hours for some reason he didn't bother to listen to as he could only curse his luck—or lack thereof. The rest of the day was as troublesome as his morning, despite the good weather the day promised.

Aomine was sulking all the way to his apartment, sour mood was evident on his face. He turned around a corner and caught a sight of several people surrounding a black car in the middle of the road, before the circle dispersed and a man got into the car and fled from the scene. He frowned. "What the hell happened? What was that moron doing, stopping his car in the road? Did he crash into someone?" he thought. But when he saw no victim around to prove his point, he shook his head. "Nah, none of my concern."

After he reached his apartment, he went directly into his bedroom, dumping his backpack on the floor and throwing himself onto the single bed. He planned to have an early sleep today.

However, his time alone was disturbed by a stubborn knock on the front door. He tried to ignore it first, but the person didn't stop. In fact, it grew louder and much more annoying than before. He groaned loudly and kicked his body up to get the hell done quickly.

Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock!

The impatiently knocking person had Aomine barked, "Yes, yes! I'm on my way, dammit!"

He opened the door only to see a blurry black-head—oh wait, it was a hat—not taller than his hips passed his body and entered the apartment. Aomine was utterly shocked on his spot. He turned around, one hand closing the door automatically, and quickly walking back to his room. He found a boy—the cheeky brat—currently giving himself the liberty to sit on his bed, feet dangling freely and leisurely put his body weight on both of his hands, grinning cheekily. Aomine had yet to see his eyes.

"Oi, kid! What're you doing in my room?!" Aomine remarked, trying to suppress his upcoming headache.

The boy answered, smiling, "Well, it's going to be my room too from now on. I'll pick the bed."

"Huhh?! Who do you think you are, brat?"

"It's the super amazing and super strong Aomine Ryou! Yosh! Let's eat dinner!"

The day was eventful for the blonde model, Kise Ryouta. He had to attend a session in the college from morning until afternoon, he only had a quick break before he needed to be present in the studio for photo shoots. Luckily(?) the photo shoot was dismissed early as there was a technical problem surfaced. They had said that they would send his manager the notice for the next schedule, hence a notice to him as well. After checking out, he and his manager had decided to eat something in a restaurant nearby, as the manager seemed to know Kise's hard work some of these days. Kise was more than happy to order his favourites. They were having a nice chat to spend their vacant time in the afternoon.

After that, the manager dropped him in front of a prestigious apartment building, reminding him that he could get several days resting before the call for more work would be sent again, to which he responded with a joyous voice and his blinding trademark smile. He got into the building by himself, directly went into where the lifts were located. Lucky, he didn't need to wait for long as the soft ding and the smooth scrolling of the opening lift greeted him. He went in and pushed the number 3.

When the lift opened its door he stepped out of the moving box to a certain room. The sign on the front door indicated the number, 303. He used his key to get in. But before he could close the door, a voice of a small boy prevented him.

"Wait!"

Kise turned around, half shocked when a little boy stared back at his eyes. On a second thought, Kise realized that the kid's pair of eyes resembled his own in uncanny ways. But rather than creeped out, Kise still found the little boy so irresistibly cute. So when the boy said nothing to explain himself, Kise initiated the question.

"Hi there, little boy. What are you doing here alone? Are you lost?" Kise asked, slightly bending his body forward and put both palms at his knees.

The boy, instead of answering outright, was openly contemplating his choice of words. He tumbled his fingers at the edge of his shirt, eyes going around the floor as to expect a sentence written on it. Kise waited patiently.

After about a full minute passed, the boy finally looked up, hands clenched at both sides. "I... I'm not lost! I just get home!" the boy exclaimed with a higher note than necessary as to get his point across.

Obviously Kise didn't get the point. So he explored as the boy seemed to be having a hard time explaining himself. "Are you a new resident on this apartment? Well, I could help you back to your roo-"

"No! This is my room! You don't need to send me anywhere else," the boy interrupted with unwavering voice.

Kise was dumbfounded. His eyes went slightly bigger as he pinpoint his room with his thumb and said, "This room?"

The kid bobbled his head up and down.

A moment of silence fell, before finally Kise laughed heartily. As funny as a little boy could get, he didn't recognize their sense of humor. He didn't laugh for long however, when he saw the boy pouted with slightly huffed cheeks at his reaction. How cute.

Kise calmed down a bit and said, "Look, little boy. You must be mistaken. This room is currently occupied by the only Kise Ryouta, which is my name if you haven't figure, and I live here alone. Thus, this is not your room. Maybe you don't recall the right number to your room. I'll help you-"

"What if I said my name is Kise Hakuba. Can I live here with you?"

It was around five in the afternoon that Midorima Shintarou got a call from none other than his roommate.

"Takao. I clearly said to you this morning that I will be coming back late. Now what?" He said in his deep baritone voice.

"Uh... Shin-chan. I don't think you should stay any longer there. There's... something very urgent here, you can't leave it to me I swear," Takao said shakily.

Midorima openly sighed. He was one of the several students who planned to cramp in the library for the night. It was not that the library always opened for 24/7, it just that it closed very late at night. Being tied to a well known university, the library held so much treasure for the students. But since there was still time left before exam, the library was not so crowded. In fact, he knew the closest student to him now was four shelves away from his sitting place.

"Don't be ridiculous, Takao. I'm studying now, and we've talked about this before. We don't bother each other when studying. And I'm serious when I said I'll look for another room if you're being annoying," Midorima said, all words delivered firmly.

However, his roommate replied almost immediately, "And I'm serious when I said I can't handle it myself. It has to be you. You know I won't bother you studying if there were nothing urgent. Besides, you're straight-A student! I swear to any God above that you would never need your holy pencil again with that brain of yours! Just... get back soon, okay? Later, Shin-chan!"

Midorima never got the chance to throw back some words as the line ended. He could only stare at his phone, wondering what so urgent that Takao had lost his usual confidence in handling everything. He was annoyed, but he could deduce that Takao was more than serious if he went as far as to call him to such measure. He sighed again before getting up to collect his belongings around the table.

And here he was about 40 minutes later, standing in front of his shared apartment door approximately four hours earlier than the initial plan. He knocked on the hard surface, not bothering to retrieve his own key from inside of his pocket. When the door opened, revealing a grinning Takao behind, Midorima started to question his decision to come back.

"Shin-chan~ You made it! Now come in, hurry!" Takao said, too excitedly for Midorima's liking.

The tall male made his way inside. "I swear, Takao, if it's something unnecessary I will—"

"Yes, yes. You will get off this building. But not today, since you have a special guest. The guest is in my room, waiting for you," Takao cut him off, leading him on by pushing the wide back of the taller male.

If it wasn't because they had known each other since high school, Midorima would have scoffed and openly rejected such behaviour. But since it was Takao, he guessed he'd gotten used to it. He wondered if they had never met...

His train of thoughts was abruptly put into a stop when they reached the room belonged to Takao. On the edge of the bed, was sitting quietly, a girl. She couldn't be older than ten, eleven at most, but still. The peculiar things that were seen from the little girl were that she had bright green colored hair down to her shoulders, and a pair of black orbs behind a spectacle. This mysterious girl was somewhat resembling Midorima in a way that the said man could not comprehend with his current state of brain.

When the girl noticed them, one man standing frozen in the door way while the other giggling right behind, obviously amused, she stood up quickly but not to the point of lessening any bit of her manner. She bowed her head down and greeted the man, "Good afternoon. My name is Midorima Hikari. I will be staying here with you for a while. Sorry for the interruption."

Murasakibara Atsushi was craving for more sweets and snacks as he swept his eyes over the stall filled with various kinds of delicious treats. Had he been a kid, he would be drooling by now. Since he was a grown-up man, he bit the end of his thumbnail instead. He was standing at the same spot for a good ten minutes, mind busy contemplating the pros and cons of buying which treats, heart torn as he hardly decided on anything.

Several years ago, he never had the need to mull over various kinds of snacks to fill his plastic bag. And until the previous day, the same rule still applied to him. Today, however, was a bad day for his sweet teeth. He just had to leave his wallet at his apartment. Dammit.

His inner musing was disrupted by a woman's voice calling from behind, "Sir, do you need any help?"

The tall young man looked down on her. "Huh. I'm fine. Leave me alone. Or I'll crush you," he drawl out lazily, annoyed to say the least. The worker quickly scurried away from the intimidating aura he had unknowingly emitted. Sometimes an old habit came out on certain situations without himself realizing.

After he was left by himself, he was silently pondering his options. He only had several counts of money on him, not enough for 3 snacks, or 2 snacks and a chocolate, or a snack and 2 chocolates, or 3 chocolates. He should be satisfied with one snack and one chocolate. He sighed. He had spent most of his money to buy snacks for his lunch. Now he regretted it. Well, he was feeling funny in the stomach, he couldn't help it! But the consequence came out in the form of having no snack for the night. Even he had no left over from his midnight snack piles anymore. Darn. Well, at least he should be grateful that his jeans' pocket saved money too, if it wasn't there, he would have died before the day strike ten o'clock this morning!

After he got out of the ever-so-stuffy store, he immediately ripped apart the plastic that covered his chocolate, dumping the plastic into the big white plastic bag, and chewing on the thin bar of the sweet. It wasn't enough, but should be sufficient to keep his inner turmoil stayed inside.

The chocolate didn't last long as he strode along the street. He was so very tempted to open the chicken flavored potato chips plastic bag, but strongly inclined it as he remembered to keep it sealed, at least for another one hour. Oh the torture.

Soon after he arrived at the tall apartment building he lived in. Fortunately he had gotten the key to a room in the second floor, making it less-energy to travel up and down. Unfortunately, the building provided no open stores or something alike, inside the building or around the building, making it an extra effort if he wished to buy something.

Talking about floor, he recalled that Aka-chin lived on 11th floor on the same building. They might be resided under the same apartment, yet they rarely met each other. Their schedules seemed to clash most of the time, and it was even rarer to contact each other ever again.

Eventually he stepped out of the lift that carried him up, walking down the corridor until he stood in front of a door with number 212 on it. He clicked his key in and strolled inside. He had planned to spend the rest of his evening sitting leisurely on the couch while watching tv, a bag of potato chips in hand, and a bottle of carbonated drink on top of the desk. The following days were going to be his free days anyway.

He just put his plastic bag on top of the desk, when the bell rang inside his room, indicating a signal sent from someone behind the front door.

Ding dong!

He walked back to the door and opened it, revealing nothing but a bundle of clothes above the floor. Wait—

It wasn't only a bundle of clothes, but there was an infant inside! Murasakibara was surprised to see such little creature by his own eyes. He carefully picked the bundle up and observed the baby in his hands. The baby was sleeping, most likely having a sweet dream as the face would lit up in a smile. Wait wait—

Why did someone leave a baby in front of his apartment door? He looked around, searching for someone suspicious. But the hall was empty. "So what should I do?" he thought. Wait wait wait—

Cases like this belonged to police officer or investigator or something along those lines. So he would need to report the new found infant to at least a police station nearby. The closest police station he knew was a bit farther than the closest supermarket. Aha! He just got an idea.

He walked back into the room, carefully as to not wake up the slumbering infant in his arms, his current objective was to retrieve his wallet from his bedroom. The motive was clear, so he could buy more snacks. Handing the lost baby to police officer was just an excuse to drag his lazy feet around. Perfect.

However, when he bent forward a bit to reach the drawer on one of the table, vaguely remembering that he had put his wallet inside the night before, something was flown out of the bundles. It was a piece of paper. It flew onto the floor, making him impossible to get it. So he slowly put the baby down above his bed, and took the paper to check it. When he turned it, he found handwriting. After he read it, he was stoned to his spot.

The baby's name is Murasakibara Kane. Please take care of him.

Ring of a coming call rang in five young men's respective phones. The Id caller, even though with different name, was indicating to the same person.

Akashi Seiijurou was calling the former members of Generation of Miracles. When they picked it up, they were greeted with the smooth voice of the read-head yet it brought along strong vibes to each word spoken.

"Greetings to all of you. I'll get straight to my point. We need to meet up this evening. All of us have to be present, as we need to discuss something important. I believe we face the same problem here, in form of human being, claiming to bear the same family name as you. Let's meet up at the spot we used to hang out during middle school. I hope to see your presence, and bring along the kid. We have many to discuss."

Omake:

Akashi Jr. : Hikari.

Hikari : Hm?

Akashi Jr. : How's the first meeting with your father?

Hikari : It was like what we had expected before. He was dumbstruck to see me and hear my name. (Snickering a little)

Akashi Jr. : (Chuckling) Well, who wouldn't?

Hikari : (Humming and nodding)

Akashi Jr. : By the way, Hikari, how about Takao-san? You met him first earlier.

Hikari : Ah, he was panicking I could see. Like he was afraid of eating hallucinogenic drugs by accident. Ha! You should see how he persuaded my Dad to come back quickly. He was forcing him to come to handle my sudden appearance. (Giggling)

Akashi Jr. : I thought Takao-san would have like you at first sight. That was quite unexpected.

Hikari : Well, yeah me too. But then I tried to explain it to him slowly, and although it seemed impossible, he said he believed me. (Smiling softly)

Akashi Jr. : So he was fine by then?

Hikari : Of course! He even laughed to my Dad's reaction upon seeing me. Hilarious.

Akashi Jr. : And what do you call him now?

Hikari : (smirking) Taka-chan of course.

This is what I do when finals are approaching. Sigh...

Soooo... a lot of OCs obviously, and Akashi Jr. isn't introduced yet, and there's another one up my sleeve just to warn you. I don't exactly know when I can update, since life is hectic, but since hecticity (is that even a word?) is a part of life, here you are. Please enjoy. And please review if you enjoyed.

Dadah, fellas~

03/16/2016

-Mei Evelyn