Poi: Konichiwa. This is a new account, apprently, I went and forgot the password to my old one. So here I am. Maaa ika, I wasn't that famous an author anyway. As you've all seen, I will refer to myself as Poi, as in an "imitation." Like, kodomo-poi = "Like a child" or "Childish." Thank you for reading this fanfiction, I've changed somewhat over the years, but I'm still me so you may find yourself thinking, "His/Her writing is sooo similar to _'s writing." I've dragged this on too long, sorry.

Disclaimer: Kuroko no Basuke is not mine. If it was, the very universe of KuroBasu as you know wouldn't exist. There wouldn't be angst for Aokuro. There would be extreme slaughter of the heart for Aokuro. And, I assure you, they all wouldn't be playing basketball. Unless I need it to make things happen. Same goes for Katekyoushi Hitman Reborn. None of them are mine, if they're not shounen ai, they're definitely not mine.

Is it so wrong to _?

He stood alone in the field of crimson dyed petals the cherry blossoms owned. Each sakura tree stood out in a very provocative manner. Red dyed the floor as soon as each petal reached the end of its' fleeting dream of escaping the crimson sprained curse. In the very middle, you can see a person, 17 years of age, standing and letting the petals fall onto his pale white hands. It was rather weird, he was not affected by the petals. Their color didn't dye into his skin. It can be taken as a sign of obedience or it can be taken as a sign of fear.

'I don't mind this color.' Smiled the mysterious redhead in a truly dignified manner. True to his words, he liked this color much more than the rest. The color he himself possesses. 'The color of a true leader' he thought. Only one other color can make him feel this way, a strange sense of pleasantness and control over the world. T-

"I know you're here. Come out." He said, switching from his current calm state of mind into a more serious and alert one. There was nothing he didn't know. At least, nothing he didn't know about the present and the future anyway. Hands of rainbow colors grabbed his shoulders in a vice like grip.

"Akashi Seijuurou. It is time. Awaken as the true leader of the vongola family. Our loyalty forever lies with you." Many voices whispered in unison quietly in the enclosed space of the crimson cherry blossom garden. "The one fit to lead us, the Generation of Miracles."

"Beings of no existence. You have neither power nor right to command me or my consciousness. Begone, I am absolute, anyone who dare not to follow my orders are EXILED from existence." Akashi replied with a fierce predatory glint in his heterochromatic eyes. Crimson and Gold. Oh so provocative, just like the color of this dream garden. The rainbow colored hands dissipated as it was swallowed into the whirlwind of red sakura petals.

Red heterochromatic eyes look disapprovingly at the whirlwind, "Look, you've damaged my territory. What'll I do now that there are green, blue, purple, and yellow petals everywhere mixed with my crimson petals huh?"

- - The present - -

The redheaded teen awoke, and slightly shivered at the coldness of the morning and the strange disobedient dream he had. Even Akashi Seijuurou was human, he was not immune to the coldness and hotness of weather in his home country, if it was sudden. He looked at the clock.

'6:59, huh?' He thought. He beat his own alarm clock to the chase of waking him up. Small accomplishment on his part, but still great. He turned his alarm clock off before it made a ruckus, known as the earpiercing sound humanity developed within. He started to do all of his sanitary needs and got dressed for school. His gakuran consisted of a white shirt, black tie, grey jacket and pants. And soon, he was done, and ready to walk down the stairs to his dining room.

"Hello father." Greeted Seijuurou in an extremely polite manner. Accompanied with a perfect 45 degree bow and words of wellbeing.

His father, Akashi Kukai nodded in acknowledgement. "Be seated, eat your breakfast. You're accompanying Tetsuya-kun to school at 7:50 today, correct?" His father asked, or rather, ordered him to give an answer.

"Yes, father. And we do not need a ride on the limo, thank you for your incoming generous offer." Akashi said, taking the fork and knife, starting his meal in a calm and dignified manner. A trait that one of a distinguished family possessed.

His father looked on with careful calculating eyes, "Alright then. Make sure to be careful." One would look at this as a father worrying for his own child, whom he has to let go of, after pampering him for 10+ years, but no. It was more of a precaution. It translated into 'Don't get into any trouble.' Akashi Kukai didn't hate his son, rather he loved his son to bits. But it was also important to keep up his work ethic early in the morning, for he had a meeting later on at 7:30.

"Yes, father." And the conversation ended there.

Seijuurou fixed his tie to the perfect position. Everything needs to be perfect in his presence. Everything that is his, is perfect. Everything, that is, except for his middle school teammates. They had a lot of quirks, even Akashi has to admit to that. But they all make up for it by leading the team to victory with their undeniable skills in basketball. He picked up his bag and headed out the front door. "Tetsuya." He said, as he acknowledged the figure wearing the same uniform as him.

The baby blue headed figure turned around to look at him. "Good morning, Akashi-kun." His school bag, from Rakuzan High School, read, 'Kuroko Tetsuya,' on a highly decorated name plate. His eyes seemed to smile despite the monotonous show his facial features put on.

"How many times do I have to tell you, Tetsuya? Call me by my name." Akashi said with an almost inaudible sigh.

".. Akashi-kun is Akashi-kun, there's no changing that." The tealheaded retorted.

"Are you defying me, Tetsuya?"

"But we go over this everyday.. And I've been fine so far. And it would make it more difficult for me if I call you that out loud in public and make Aomine-kun and Kise-kun complain. It would also be an inconvenience to everyone with their loud whining and so on." Kuroko reasoned out.

"How the same reason always works on me, I will never understand." Oh hoho, Akashi was definitely not a pushover, not to anyone. Not even to his own parents. No one. Except for Kuroko Tetsuya.. His queen. Anyone who would dare to speak up to him once, will have 5 scissors aiming for different parts of their body in no time. How and where he carries that many scissors is a family trademark. Never to be revealed to anyone.

Akashi walked over to the gate and ruffled Kuroko's hair. He'd always liked the sensation and smell of his Tetsuya's hair. It always felt so soft, so unburdened. It also had a slight smell of vanilla, a smell he'd grown to love out of Tetsuya's fond.. FOND.. Attachment to vanilla milkshakes from Maji Burgers. He swore, if Maji Burgers should one day take his Tetsuya away, he will make sure they run out of business. It'll be a fast and silent kill. They won't even notice that they're being ran out of bu- Not now. He had to return to reality. Fast. Before he actually took a turn for the worse and start planning Maji Burger's demise.

He looked over to Kuroko, who was also looking up at him with innocent baby blue eyes. Oh how he wanted to kiss those lovely orbs of blue. Vanilla truly fits Tetsuya. So calm and soothing, not intense, like Chocolate. Speaking of Chocolate, he was reminded of a certain ganguro. But he shall toss that thought over to the very back of his mind.

"S-s... Sei-kun?" Asked Kuroko shyly. A slightly visible hint of a blush dawning on his pale cheeks. Uh oh. Not good. Not good. Brain overload. Limits breached. System crashing. Patience.. Down.

"Tetsuya, you will be the death of me." Seijuurou said as he wrapped an arm possessively around his Tetsuya. He tucked his index and thumb under Tetsuya's chin to lift it up. Looking at those pale pink lips, so utterly appetizing. He looked at Kuroko with eyes that represented kindness, compassion, endearment, and love. Contrary to the fierce colors his eyes actually possessed. If you squeeze your eyes through your high tech microscope, you might be able to spot a hint of possessiveness in them. A predatory split-second glint.

He leaned in and pressed his lip to Kuroko's. It tasted like vanilla. Not too sweet, calming, and soothing. Just like his Tetsuya. After a few seconds, he leaned apart and looked at Tetsuya's face, it was dyed with the same color as Akashi's hair. Just what he wanted. He only wanted to dye Tetsuya's color with his own, not anyone else's. Tetsuya looked positively like an angel every time he blushed, simply breathtaking. He's never going to let Tetsuya out of grasp. Ever. He chuckled slightly, knowing the kind of effect he also had on his Tetsuya.

He regained his composure and extended his hand. "Shall we go?" And they walked to school together, avoiding any incidents. With Akashi occasionally sparing devil reincarnation glares to those who would even dare to sneak a peak at Tetsuya.

-In a mysterious corner of the street-

"Hmmmmm? I see. The sky and the ...-"

"What, Coronello? Yea. Yea. I found him. Yea, leave it to me." The fedora-ed stranger smirked and hung up on the 'Coronello' whom he was previously talking to.

"An interesting Combo indeed."

-Author's Corner-

Poi: So what do you think? I don't think I did too bad.

Aomine: You sucked.

Kuroko: Aomine-kun. Stop.

Poi: It's okay Kuroko-kun. I'll simply cut him off of the story altogether. I was going to give him a close-up relationship with you next chapter too.

Aomine: Oi!

Poi: I'm kidding. I realize my 'style' is still raw, so it's okay. But constructive criticism would be appreciated instead of your usual, "You suck."

Aomine: Yeah Yeah.

Poi: ... Minna, should I take Aomine-san off of the story? He's pissing me off.

Akashi: Poi-san, I think it's alright to stop now. Daiki is being rather.. uncivilized. He's growing mushrooms in the corner of your room... Daiki stop that, -throws 2 scissors in Aomine's direction-

Midorima: You should not act so childishly, nanodayo. Both of you, Poi-san and Aomine.

Poi: Midoramen, did you just make a pun?

Midorima: I did not, nanodayou. And what the heck is a Midoramen? o.O

Poi: Well, I'm sure Kuroko-kun can explain that. Me and him did invent it after all.

Kuroko: Ah, Poi-san, hidoi desu. Why did you push that to me?

Poi: Author's rights. -peace sign-

Kuroko: Eeto, Midorima-kun, we couldn't take your tsundere-ness anymore. So we used the one food that Poi-san thought most fits a tsundere. That starts with an R. The noodles in ramen are incredibly long, you have to bite it and let the rest go, or you have to stick with it to the end, because it'll taste more incredible. And so, since you're a tsundere, we decided to call you Midoramen.

Midorima: Hidoi-nodayou.

Poi: So long as you don't throw that kitchen knife you have as a lucky item at my face, we're all good, dattebayou.

Midorima: -face darkens with a slight smile- Hahahaha.

Poi: Sizzling Honey In Taro. Ummm... Ummmm... I'll let you have a moment with Kuroko next chapter? -hopes that is enough to stop my incoming demise-

Midorima: ... Okay. It's not like I like Kuroko or anything nanodayo.

Poi: Anyway, let's end it here. I swear this is getting as long as the actual story itself.

-Some time after-

Kise: MINNA! HIDOII-SSU! I GOT BACK FROM MODELING EARLY TO ATTEND TOO! -sees note from Poi-san-

Note Poi-san: Dear, Kise-kun. I'm sorry we forgot about you. As a way to apologize, I'll let you have the final credits all to yourself. With Poi. Your Poi.

Kise: Hidoi-ssu.. It doesn't matter if I don't do it with everybody-sssu kaaa?! T^T

Gakura: School Uniform

Sakura: Cherry Blossom Tree

Hidoi: Cruel

Konnichiwa: Hello