Author's Note: Hi guys! It's my first fanfic, and I've decided to write about Kuroko no Basket. Here are some things to know:
-Updates depend on my schedule because I'm a busy person.
-I do not own any of the characters.
-It is only rated T because I MIGHT include some... language in here, although it's not likely. Otherwise, this is for all ages. :)
-In this story, Akashi is a little... nice in the beginning. If you like the yandere, crazy Akashi, just wait. It will appear more often later on.
Thanks for reading!
Kuroko Tetsuya successfully defeated all of the "Generation of Miracles". It was surprising to him that he even managed to defeat Akashi Seijuro, the captain of all of these geniuses. When Akashi shook hands with Kuroko after his defeat, all Kuroko felt was relief. First, his dream was finally accomplished; the Generation of Miracles was back to what it was – a happy, powerful team. Second, even though it was Akashi's first defeat, Akashi wasn't mad to the point that he sent a pair of scissors flying over his head right after the match. Though it's not like Akashi carried a pair of scissors with him around, right? Kuroko shivered at the thought.
"Hurry up, Kuroko," Kagami urged Kuroko to pack up and head home for the night, "I'm so exhausted…"
The team members were scattered around their locker room, incredibly tired after the match. In addition, Kagami even had to enter the Zone several times to defeat Akashi. Although the Zone was indeed helpful, it drained Kagami's stamina to the point that he could barely talk. Kuroko took a seat on the floor next to Kagami, who seemed close to passing out.
"If you're going to throw up, please do it in the restroom," Kuroko pointed to the hallway. Kagami didn't reply. Even if he was agitated by those blunt words, he was too tired to even argue with Kuroko.
"Whatever, just hurry up…" Kagami muttered and closed his eyes. He had a slight snore when he slept.
"Kuroko, are you done packing up?" Hyuga walked over to where the two were, "Like Kagami said, we are all exhausted. But we still have practice a few days later, so we should get home fast and take a shower. Right, Riko?"
"That's right. We're not going to relax just because we won against Rakuzan!" The coach was the most pumped of them all, mainly because she didn't have the run around the court for forty minutes, unlike the rest of the team. Even Furi, who barely did anything, was tired because of the immense pressure that was on him when he faced Akashi one on one. It was, honestly, like sending him to his death. I have to apologize to him after this, Riko thought.
"I'm done packing. Sorry for the inconvenience." Kuroko gathered up his stuff and Hyuga kicked Kagami awake. Kagami groaned and got up. The entire team strolled to the exit of the stadium together.
When they stepped onto the brick floor outside of the stadium, reporters gathered around the team immediately. While the team struggled through the crowd, Kuroko silently slipped away using his misdirection. Misdirection can really be helpful at times. However, he did not go unnoticed, for he was immediately surrounded by his old friends.
"KUROKOCCHI!" Kuroko heard a scream that could only belong to one person. He sidestepped, and Kise Ryota fell face down onto the brick floor. "I-it hurts…"
The other three Generation of Miracles – Aomine, Midorima, and Murasakibara - arrived too.
"Hey, congrats," Aomine patted Kuroko on the back. Midorima just fixed his glasses with one hand. The other hand held his lucky item of the day.
"Hmph, good job, Kuroko." Midorima still acted like a tsundere.
"Kuro-chin~ Do you want some chips?" Murasakibara offered. Kuroko pushed his offer away nicely.
Kuroko smiled and looked up to see their faces. "Where's Akashi-kun?"
Aomine shrugged, "Who knows? Maybe he's crying in a corner or something."
Aomine didn't realize his mistake until it was too late.
The rest of the group gasped as a pair of dangerous-looking, sharp, and gleaming scissors flew right by Aomine's cheek. Even with animal instincts, Aomine couldn't dodge that one. The Emperor's Eye was quite useful at times like this. That eye could basically see the Aomine's future and make sure that the pair of scissors would not miss its target. Of course, since Aomine was not dead (just stone still), we can all assume that it was intentional that it missed.
"Who's crying in a corner, Daiki?" The red haired boy broke into the conversation casually. The temperature dropped a little, and Kise, who was on the ground, curled up into a ball and snuggled against the closest person: Aomine.
"N-no one." Aomine swallowed, fully aware that his life was flashing before his eyes, "I wasn't talking about you."
Akashi raised his eyebrows, "Really? Who's your coach again?"
Murasakibara patted Aomine on the head and offered him his entire bag of chips as consolation.
"K-Katsunori Harasawa."
"Katsunori? I'll tell him to increase your training by double next week." Akashi said it like it was nothing and turned to Kuroko, "Tetsuya."
"Yes, Akashi-kun?" Kuroko said in his monotone.
"Your win was just a fluke. No one can beat me. I am absolute." Akashi walked away with the scariest expression possible. Even though he returned to his real self during the match with Seirin, sometimes the 'other' Akashi would still resurface. Plus, he liked the feeling of throwing scissors…
"I thought Aka-chin returned to his real self already…" Murasakibara mumbled.
Kuroko turned to the group. "I have to go home now. I will see you soon."
Just like that, Kuroko vanished from the eyes of the four people left.
Kuroko was on his bed, staring at the ceiling. Although his face revealed no emotion, in his heart he was truly excited for the future that awaited him. He had new friends at Seirin. He got his old friends back. What else could he have asked for?
"Only if the past wasn't so bad." Kuroko said to himself. He shook his head. No, there was no way to change what had happened in the past. The past is gone, and all that mattered was the present and the future. He reached for a book he borrowed from the library at Seirin. Kuroko stared at the cover. It was blank except for the title: Rewriting the Past. It was obviously a novel. He flipped to the first page. What he read was unexpected.
Tetsuya Kuroko. The tale of the "Phantom Sixth Man" begins.
Kuroko flipped to the next page. It was an empty page.
And the rest of the book was empty, too. What kind of book did he borrow from the library? When he borrowed this book, he flipped through the pages, too, and it was filled with words. What happened to the story? He looked outside the window, and something didn't seem right.
"The lights are going out." Kuroko grabbed his cell phone before it was too late. The flickering lights outside, the mysterious book – it couldn't be that he was just paranoid, right? He called the first person on his contacts list, which was Akashi, since the list was arranged in alphabetical order.
"This is Akashi Seijuro-"
"Akashi-kun! Is anything happening outside?" Kuroko yelled into his phone.
"Kuroko?" Akashi was surprised at Kuroko's words. And obviously, Kuroko thought, Akashi was back to his real self this time. Only his real self called people by their last name. "Outside? Let me check."
Kuroko could hear some shuffling in the background as Akashi looked outside. "Nothing is happening – wait, the lights are flickering. Only the ones outside my house, though."
"Do you know why?" Kuroko asked.
"I don't know why this would be happening." Akashi replied calmly. It was the first time Akashi admitted that he didn't know something. "It's probably just a power shortage. I will investigate-"
Akashi never finished his sentence. Both of their cell phones shut down at the same time, and the world became black. The next time they both wake up, there would be a completely different life waiting for them.
Kuroko opened his eyes when an annoying alarm clock started beeping. He lazily reached his hand to press the snooze button. He didn't need to open his eyes to know where the button was. He pressed hard on where the snooze button was, but…
Kuroko opened his eyes. His hand was on a different alarm clock. He sat up immediately, observing the changes. The room was incredibly neat. He slipped off his bed and staggered to the closet. He yanked open the closet. The uniforms in the closet belonged to Teiko Junior High, not Seirin High. He dug around the room. Everything was different except for the book.
Kuroko sat on his bed and opened the book again. Although the book was still mostly blank, a new sentence was written on the first page.
Tetsuya Kuroko. The tale of the "Phantom Sixth Man" begins.
It was the first day of Teiko Junior High.
This can't be happening, Kuroko thought. He looked for his cell phone. It was certainly the old model flip phone that he owned when he was in Teiko. He opened up the contacts list. Unfortunately, only one contact existed on the list: Shigehiro Ogiwara. The only things on his phone seemed to be the texts and calls from this childhood friend. Kuroko pinched himself on the cheek. The skin turned red and nerves signaled the pain to the brain. He wasn't dreaming.
Kuroko sighed and looked at the clock. It's still early in the morning. He slid down from his bed and retrieved his Teiko uniform and quickly dressed for school. He wasn't happy when he found out that he was even smaller than before.
When he was about to step out the front door of his house, his cell phone rang. Kuroko flipped it open. An unknown number was displayed on the screen. Kuroko was thinking about ignoring it, but he accepted the call anyway. If anyone calls this early in the morning, it has got to be something important. Plus, that number looked quite… familiar.
"Hello?" Kuroko spoke into his cell phone, "Who is this?"
"Kuroko?" A questioning voice said, "Do you… recognize my voice?"
Kuroko paused for a moment. "Akashi-kun?"
Although Kuroko could not see Akashi over the phone, Kuroko knew that Akashi was relieved when he said his name.
"Where are you?" Akashi asked.
"Right in front of my house. Going to Teiko."
"Stay there. I'm coming over."
"Huh?" Kuroko said before the call abruptly ended. Akashi was… coming over to his house? Kuroko could not help but wonder why he would need to come over to his house.
He did as he was told. After all, defying Akashi wasn't a good idea, especially if you valued your life. Defying Akashi even when he was back to his real self wasn't an option, either. However nice Akashi may seem to be currently, Kuroko knew that Akashi still considered himself "the emperor" to some degree.
After a few minutes, a fancy, glistening car drove up to Kuroko's driveway. The driver, dressed in an expensive black suit, stepped over to the side and opened the door to the left of the car. The red haired boy stepped out, looking quite smug as he observed Kuroko's shocked expression.
"Didn't know that I was this rich?" Akashi said.
Kuroko's shocked expression faded away, much to Akashi's dislike. "No. I was just surprised that you knew my address."
Akashi frowned and switched topics. "What happened to us?"
"I don't know," Kuroko said, "I must have dragged you into this place with me when I called you. And today seems to be the first day of Teiko Junior High."
"Hmm," Akashi stared at Kuroko, "Do you know anything that might help us figure out what happened to us?"
Kuroko mumbled, "I have something in my room that might be a clue."
"Let's go." Akashi grabbed Kuroko's arm and dragged him into the house.
Kuroko realized that it was the first time he invited someone into his room.
"A book?" Akashi flipped through the book titled Rewriting the Past, "Interesting. The only words so far are on the front cover, the first page, and the back cover."
"Back cover?" Kuroko questioned. There wasn't anything on the back cover before.
"The back cover explains quite a lot, actually. I think I understand our situation now." Akashi handed Kuroko the book. Kuroko silently skimmed through the words on the back cover.
Rewriting the past. Maybe you never wanted the past to be this way. But your future has been very satisfying, and between the two, which is more important?
This world's path has gone astray. The only ending it can arrive at now is your ending or its original bad end.
Remember, your ending originated from your past. It is up to you to decide whether you want this world to be destroyed ultimately in the end. When an ending is reached, you will go back to your world.
It's your choice whether you want to rewrite this past.
"Kuroko, answer me very honestly," Akashi stared at Kuroko with his scary eyes, "Do you want to change this world into your past?"
Kuroko stared back into Akashi's eyes.
Only if the past wasn't so bad.
"…Yes. The book said that if we don't change this world, then everything would be destroyed, right?" Kuroko answered with a black expression, "Then I will change this world's past into my past. Into a future where all of us are friends again."
It took a moment for Akashi to decide whether Kuroko was lying to him. When he finally read Kuroko's blank expression correctly, Akashi slightly smiled.
"Good. Come with me." Akashi decided to drag Kuroko downstairs.
"Are we going to Teiko?" Kuroko asked while being dragged.
"Yes, Kuroko," Akashi smirked, "In my car."
Remember, Kuroko. If you want the future of this world to be your future, follow your past. Don't let anything from your past change.
That was what Akashi said in the car on the way to Teiko. From what Kuroko understood, this world was destined to fall apart. But if Kuroko and Akashi manages to change this world into their own world, then this world would also arrive at Kuroko's future. That means that Kuroko has to do whatever he can to make the world match up with his past. However, can Kuroko really just sit there while the Teiko basketball team falls apart? And would Kuroko be able to stand watching Aomine abandon him again…? Plus, what would happen to Akashi, since this Akashi was also from a different world? Kuroko had so many questions unanswered. Perhaps he can somehow find Akashi again and ask him.
It was just as Kuroko remembered it. Big crowds surrounded Teiko, calling for students to join their clubs. Kuroko passed by all the crowds without anyone noticing him. He was carrying a book like last time; however, he was actually carrying the book Rewriting the Past because he felt like carrying it around. He stared at the blank pages of the book as he walked.
When the bell rung, students ran around, trying to find their homeroom. Kuroko hurried straight for the homeroom, knowing exactly what his schedule was. He took his seat in the back even though his teacher didn't assign him a seat yet. He closed the book and shoved it in his backpack. Students were just starting to arrive. The only Generation of Miracle here is Midorima with his lucky item of the day: a toothpick. Eventually, the others that were in the same class as Kuroko as he remembered it – Murasakibara, Kise, and Aomine – arrived with a tired look. If Kuroko remembered right, Akashi was the only Generation of Miracle that was not in his class.
But it seemed that the world was already different from Kuroko's past when Akashi took a seat next to Kuroko with a shiny red pair of scissors sticking out of his pocket.
"Akashi-kun. Why are you here?" Kuroko turned around and stared at Akashi.
"Oh, Kuroko. I didn't know you were here." Akashi smiled. Kuroko knew he was lying. "I asked for a schedule change."
"What happened to changing this world into my past? You weren't in my class in my past." Kuroko replied.
Akashi chuckled, "This is an exception."
"But-"
Akashi's eye colors suddenly changed. "No buts." He concluded the conversation with just that. There was no use arguing with him. Even Kuroko had to admit that being able to switch personalities depending on the situation was indeed quite useful. To Akashi, at least.
Kuroko put his head down on the table and fell asleep. His sensei didn't even notice that he was sleeping.
At the gym after school, crowds of tall, muscular, and confident boys lined up in front of the coach, Naoto Sanada.
"The team will be split into three strings." The coach announced, "We will begin placing you into the strings after we test your physical abilities."
From the side, Akashi glanced at Kuroko. Kuroko was unaware that his palms were sweaty. I have to make sure that I don't get first string, Kuroko thought.
Kuroko watched others being tested. Those who were exceptionally good were, of course, the Generation of Miracles.
"Has anyone here not tested yet?" Sanada yelled. Kuroko walked up to Sanada.
"Umm, I…"
"Last call! Has anyone not been tested yet?"
"Umm, coach, I haven't been…"
"Okay, I think that's it- Ahh!" Sanada jumped when he felt a ghostly tap on his shoulder. "Wh-where did you come from?"
"I was standing here the whole time." Kuroko said.
"W-well, excuse me. Now let's get to testing." Sanada handed Kuroko the ball. Kuroko noticed that the coach was shaking a little from the sudden surprise.
Sanada watched as Kuroko purposely failed at everything- shooting, dribbling, and surprisingly, even passing, although Kuroko had to admit that it was very hard to fail at his specialty.
The coach looked fairly disappointed when Kuroko returned the basketball to the coach.
Sanada called for everyone's attention. When he announced the results of the testing, everything went just as planned: Kuroko received a position in the third string, while the rest of the Generation of Miracles easily made it to the first string, shocking every senpai. Kuroko was a bit sad, though, since he had to go through this humiliation again. Not that anyone would laugh at him, since no one noticed him anyway.
Kuroko packed up silently and walked out of the gym alone. He planned to walk to the restaurant nearby for a vanilla milkshake, but he was instead stopped by a certain someone.
"Where do you think you're going, Tetsuya?" The 'other' Akashi caught up. Why did he have to switch to the 'other' Akashi at a time like this?
"I am going to get a vanilla milkshake for dinner." Kuroko stated.
Akashi frowned. "A vanilla milkshake for dinner? I think you better come with me, Tetsuya," He forcefully dragged Kuroko along towards his car. Kuroko, with his low physical strength, couldn't free his arm.
"Akashi-kun," Kuroko protested, "I can't eat much."
Kuroko refused to get into Akashi's car. Akashi glared at Kuroko. "Do you dare to disobey me?"
Kuroko got into his car.
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