Summary: After winning Winter Cup, Kuroko asks his friends to participate in a challenge before celebrating their graduation. Every day has it's ups and downs but the Generation of Miracles never have a dull day together.

Notes:
1. Remember that Japanese Schools typically start at different times than schools in the United States. Schools generally start between Mid-March to Early April in order to use the season of Spring to inspire students in their studies and activities.
2. Asakusa Hanayashiki is an old amusement park in Tokyo, near Asakusa Station.
3. This fanfic is going to be slow, long, and sporadically updated. If this upsets you, you can wait until this is finished but it can take a while.

Warnings: Not really much in this chapter. There will be other warnings in future chapters.

For pairings, I still have not decided between Plan A or Plan B.

Plan A- Generation of Miracles/Kuroko, Momoi/Kuroko, Kasamatsu/Kuroko, Takao/Kuroko, Imayoshi/Kuroko, Himuro/Kuroko, and Mayuzumi/Kuroko

Plan B- Midorima/Kuroko, Akashi/Furihata, Aomine/Momoi, Murisakibara/Himuro, Takao/Kasamatsu, and Imayoshi/Kise

Perhaps you can help me decide?

Word Count: 4,151 Words

Kuroko took a deep breath to calm his nerves. He was not even front of the Generation of Miracles, and yet he was still anxious about what he wanted to propose to them.

It was his first day after a long, well-thought out hiatus from Teiko Middle School. During that time, he battled with his feelings about his friends, the middle school children that were exceptionally gifted at basketball and who were undefeated in their two years of playing (four of them were playing for three years as Basketball Regulars) the sport. They were good kids and talented, but perhaps they were too gifted at what they did. Not only the colorful boys' bodies were taking a toll due to their high level of play, but their minds in contrast were not getting enough stimulation.

Everyone had sunken into a lull, by a sleepy ether concocted of ingredients such as over-inflated ego, narcissism, and laziness, and the effects of such a drug were only heightened by an environment that overly glorified a bunch of young teenagers just because they could play basketball at an accelerated level. Thankfully Kuroko had thought of a way to undo these damages, but he knew it was going to be a taxing job for him in high school at Teiko Academy in the spring. Still, it if brought them back together like the days they used to have before, the phantom player knew he had to try. For himself, for his friends, the simple motivation alone was all he needed.

The final bell rang, signaling the end of the last school day and tomorrow's graduation good-bye to the senior class. Kuroko used his misdirection and lack of presence to get to the basketball court quickly. The light-blue male did not have to wait long for the Captain and Vice-Captain to appear and open the doors to the gymnasium. Akashi greeted the smaller teen politely while Midorima just nodded at Kuroko's presence. The ghostly boy's face was expressionless, but deep down; he could feel his heart beat heavily against his rib cage. The aggressive drumming was threatening to wound his fragile frame, but Kuroko could not delay this further. He had to set his plan in motion.

"Tetsuya, I am glad that you are back. Wait inside for everyone else. Atsushi, Daiki, Ryouta, and Satsuki should be here shortly. After all, today is going to be a trip to Asakusa Hanayashiki. I do not think they could refuse such an offer." Akashi told his friend casually.

"Akashi-kun, Midorima-kun, when everyone is here… will you allow me to ask you all something very important? I hope you do not mind." Kuroko asked hesitantly. Akashi nodded and walked in. Midorima bluntly asked the shortest member if he felt well enough to go to the amusement park, and Kuroko quietly dismissed any concerns for his health, assuring the Vice-Captain that the illness that drove him away from school was not a physical one but a mental problem he needed to sort out.

As Seiijuro told the teal boy, the other teammates and the manager of the basketball team arrived within ten minutes. Momoi was the most festive, dressed for the warming weather with a mint tube-top, jean shorts, and white, sun hat with a wide brim to protect her face from any strong winds. Her signature, silky, pink hair flowed down her back and shoulders, giving the outfit a little more modesty. Kuroko flashed a tiny smile at her obvious excitement for the trip, but sadly he would have to cause a slight delay.

"Tetsuya, we are all here now. Would you like to ask us now?" His mentor asked. The shadow teammate nodded.

"I just thought that instead of following our previous plans of all of us joining Rakuzan Dormitory in Teiko Academy, that everyone pick a different dorm so that way we can play against each other." Akashi raised his eyebrow at the idea. It was certainly interesting, even more so because Tetsuya suggested it.

"But Kurokocchi, I would miss being on your team. You were my instructor!" Kise gasped. The blonde ran to Kuroko's side and gave him a hug. "Why do you not want us as teammates anymore? Is it because Murisakibaracchi keeps messing up your hair? Please don't punish me because of that abrasive, violet giant…" Murisakibara chucked a ball at Kise, but both the copycat and passing specialist dodged their head in time to miss the hurling object.

"No Kise-kun, I am not suggesting this idea as a form of punishment. I am suggesting this as a challenge. Aren't any of you curious as to who is the best basketball player among us?" Akashi rolled his eyes.

"Tetsu, that is stupid. Of course I am the best! The only one who can beat me is me." Aomine declared. Not long after that the Captain could not help a haughty laugh escape his lips. Midorima huffed at the tan boy's arrogance and claims of being the best and Murisakibara put his snacks down to give Aomine an affectionate pat on the head. Daiki snapped and aggressively swatted the tallest man's gargantuan hand away. "What is this? Don't treat me like a child!" Kise buried a confident smirk into Kuroko's aqua hair. Momoi looked as if she wanted to say something, but kept glancing fearfully at Akashi.

"Hm… interesting," the red head remarked. "I thought that arrogance of yours Daiki had been disciplined properly. Apparently I have been to kind on the matter. You have amazing abilities Daiki, and I believe that you can beat almost anyone here as long as you are in the Zone. But no amount of talent can overwhelm me, which is why I am Teiko's Captain. Why don't you ask Satsuki who her data favors?" Seiijuro crossed his arms and his heterochromatic eyes were beaming with the pride of a king. Aomine tried to charge at the Captain and beat his leaner, weaker body into a bloody mess but Murisakibara had grabbed his arms in time to hold him back, and Midorima held his head back with those precious fingers that were always taped. Still, that disgusting laugh from their mighty Captain made Aomine angry.

"You are a bastard! Let's have a match right now!" Momoi closed her eyes, unable to stomach more bickering.

"Enough. A competition now does not have merit." Kuroko said to silence his teammates. The blue-haired teen reluctantly nodded and Akashi stayed quiet. "We will pick a dorm to choose as our own, and through competition will we decide who the best is. The one who can claim Winter Cup is unquestionably the best player Teiko has to offer. We should not fight on our last day of school. We are still a team." The slender, pale teen slipped easily out of Kise's arms and sauntered closer to the door to comfort Momoi. Though Satsuki shed no tears, she seemed terribly upset by everyone's reactions to the proposal. Daiki gave a low apology; he never meant to scare his childhood friend.

"Tetsuya is right. A match right now means nothing unless there is something at stake." Seiijuro said as a subtle way to apologize to the pink-haired girl.

"As much as I hate to say this, I think Kuroko's idea is interesting. I think the Shuutoku Dormitory has players that are suitable to my style, which would optimize my chances of Victory in this challenge." The Vice-Captain paused to adjust his glasses. "Do any of you object to my choice?"

"I do not oppose this at all Shintaro." Akashi approved.

"Oh, if we get to choose I want to take Kaijou Dormitory. They look really strong!" Kise grinned.

"I want Seirin Dormitory. They have an excellent coach that was a former WNBA player, and she could really help me improve my skills." Kuroko decided.

"Pretty good choice Tetsu, I heard that coach has a nice rack. A friend of mine, Sakurai, is playing for Touou Dormitory. He is pretty good… as in, I don't think he'll hold me back." Aomine decided. Momoi sighed and knew that she had to be a part of Touou Dormitory as well in order to make sure the skilled ace did not get into trouble.

"Hm, Yosen Dormitory is closest to the kitchen that is open twenty-four hours a day. Can I join them Akachin? I'll try to not stay there for too long…" Murisakibara asked.

"Yes Atsushi, as long as you do not break your curfew. Of course, special occasions and important games will be exceptions. I will stay with Rakuzan. I like the idea of making three of the five Uncrowned Kings take orders from me, a first year Captain." Akashi grabbed his school bag. "We can leave our bags in the locker room and come back for them later. We need to hurry to get to Asakusa Hanayashiki in time."

It did not take long for the colorful teens to get to the station. The apparition-like player in between his conversations with the ace and copycat, would drift to the intelligent, data manager. While she had her lips curled in a small smile, it was clear to the teal boy that she seemed either disappointed or nervous (perhaps both). Usually the beautiful, young woman could converse with everyone with vigor, and yet she was sitting alone staring out at the window and barely making a sound.

The old and magnificent amusement park filled everyone in delight. Flowers in full bloom despite it being too early for buds to burst open, the roar of the rides and screams of joy and adrenaline from the park patrons, and the enthusiasm that filled the air was almost intoxicating to the Teiko Middle School students.

"Hey Tetsu-kun, can you go on the Ferris wheel with me?" Satsuki asked right after intertwining her fingers with Tetsuya's own. Kise pouted and the other Generation of Miracles also had disapproving reactions. The oldest member of their team was not a social person, so everyone wanted to spend time with the quiet teen before the big departure.

"But I want Kurokocchi to accompany me to the Haunted Mansion! I need someone brave in case I get scared." Ryouta whined.

"Momoi-san, I think Kise-kun is right. We should save the Ferris wheel for the end so we can see the sunset. It would be much better to go on the more distracting rides before then." Kuroko said with hardly any change in his facial muscles. "I am sure some of the extreme rides will not be scary if everyone rides them together."

It was quite a sight to see the group of seven (most people only saw six due to Kuroko's weak presence) riding the rides. Bright flashes of colorful heads and eyes, athletic bodies, and odd personalities made them stand out. The majority of people their age at the park kept recognizing them, even those that did not play basketball. To the invisible, sixth man, it was a little unsettling having his teammates get stared or pointed at. The attention was most annoying when the Generation of Miracles would stop to play various games for prizes (of possible lucky items for the malachite-haired, Vice-Captain). The crowds would scream for his or her favorite player's name in an intense chant, turning the friendly group that already had seeds of tension to grow more animosity on this last, peaceful day as a team.

While Kuroko could not blame the strangers, it made him sad that their reactions to their infamous reputations led to the soiling of this day in the amusement park. Momoi seemed to share his sentiments as well, for every competition made her huff and roll her eyes as the boys instead of joining the crowd and happily cheering for Aomine (though she would use "Dai-chan" rather than his last name). It seemed the busty girl had enough of the vile relationship they called friendship.

"Everyone, the sun is starting to set. We should go to the Ferris wheel soon. Since eight people can fit into a Ferris wheel gondola and a lot of people that came with younger children are leaving, it should not be too hard to acquire a gondola all to ourselves. They probably wouldn't mind if we only have seven because Murisakibara-kun's legs are rather long, making an additional person uncomfortable." Kuroko suggested. Akashi nodded and led the group to the Ferris wheel line. Just as the shadow player predicted, the wait was not short.

The man managing the ride at first measure the tallest member of the Generation of Miracles, wanting to make sure the boy was not too tall or too heavy for the gondola's capacity if he wished to ride with his friends. Once it was determined to be safe, everyone settled into the bench seats inside. One side had Akashi, Murisakibara, and Midorima, while opposite of them sat Kise, Kuroko, Momoi, and Aomine.

The ride was a bit shaky but as they got higher the gondola adjusted to their weight and allowed all seven basketball geniuses to enjoy the sights. The flower petals being scatter off by the wind, the park that appeared so expansive and vast was growing smaller with every passing second, and the sky seemed to be getting closer. Pastel pinks, blues, and yellows painted the sky, adding an ethereal background to the moment. Most of the members were preoccupied by the setting sun, leaving Kuroko and Momoi to silently stare at each other and gently hold hands.

"You do not seem entirely joyous like you used to be Momoi-san." Kuroko whispered so that no one but the manager could hear.

"I am grateful for this day, and I will cherish this moment with you Tetsu-kun. It is just…" Her beautiful eyes glossed with the sadness she kept hidden from her best friends. "… I wish we could have more carefree moments like this. Now that everyone is going to play for different teams, we're only going to grow apart even further. I really hope my predictions aren't true." Kuroko tightened his grip on her delicate hand, careful to be firm and comforting rather than painful. "Tetsu-kun?"

"Momoi-san, what I plan to do will take some time but please, have faith. I promise we will never grow apart. I would be too sad to lose my friends, who were the ones that made me love basketball so much and have accepted me as one of them. You do not have to be sad for too long Momoi-san. I cannot stand the pain either." Kuroko vowed. Satsuki grinned infectiously, powerful enough to make Tetsuya to mirror her expression.

"Tetsu-kun!" She exclaimed before planting a kiss on his pale lips. The others turned their gaze away from the sunset and were shocked to see the sixth man and manager's lips locked together. They were not surprised that Momoi kissed Kuroko, but that the phantom member seemed to enjoy it. Those rounded, sky blue eyes were closed in bliss, soft cheekbones flushed with a light pink hue, and his cheeks were slightly hollowed for his face muscles were trying to press harder against the petite woman's full lips.

"Momoicchi, that's no fair! I want to kiss Kurokocchi too!" Kise was the first to break the silence; causing Kuroko and Momoi to part with expressions that were a mix of embarrassment and fear (they both knew that the Generation of Miracles had a slight crush on Kuroko as well).

"Satsuki, Tetsu, why didn't you invite me into the party?" While the statement was rather playful, the data collector knew Daiki was upset by her bold move.

"Honestly, those kinds of intimate acts are quite inappropriate when you are surrounded by several friends in an enclosed space. I can't believe the two of you would do something so vulgar. Perhaps Kise, but not you two…" Midorima said. The words were soaking and dripping wet with disappointment that he was not the one kissing Kuroko.

"Sachin, can I kiss Kuroko too? It looks like fun. I'll even eat a vanilla wafer so that I taste good to Kurochin." Murisakibara asked as if the pale teen was a ride that he was going to wait patiently to get on.

"Forgive us, we just got excited about the ride and got carried away." Kuroko said trying to dismiss all the unwanted attention. This did not please Akashi. The slightly taller, commanding red head grasped Tetsuya's shirt collar hard and yanked the object of his desire towards him so that they were face-to-face. Satsuki yelped in shock and the others froze, not wanting to upset the Captain even further. Ruby and Gold pierced into the expressionless depths of Aquamarine.

"Tetsuya, I do not think you are telling the truth. Do not try to defy me, for you know the promise you made." Seiijuro said with a firm gaze.

"I am sorry Akashi-kun. I do not mean to defy you. I deeply care about you, and everyone here. But before I can express those feelings properly, I need to find something."

"What could Satsuki possess that you cannot find in either of us? And if you are so keen on finding something, why would you not ask help from someone that can see everything? Tetsuya… this is not looking good for you…" Akashi's voice was that same, emperor's monotone that he would use on his enemies. As if on cue, the Ferris wheel started moving again and stopped once their unit had made it to the top.

"Akashi-kun, I do not really know what it is myself. I just know something is missing, and I want to find it before I continue." Kuroko sighed as he stared at those harsh eyes. To appease the emperor, Tetsuya leaned a little more forward so that his lips made contact with Seiijuro's own lips. The Captain's muscles clenched instinctively, not used to such affection. But this was Kuroko, and he desperately wanted to do this for almost a year. The red head relaxed his body, tilting his head so that he could apply more pressure. His eyes were fluttering closed, the anger his body felt was melting into euphoria. Before he could slip his hand behind Tetsuya's head and demand for more, the sneaky player pulled away to stare at Seiijuro again. "Please forgive me Akashi-kun. I need patience. You know I would never forget the promise I made, and I will always have a place in my heart specifically for all of the team. Even Kise-kun,"

"Why am I considered an afterthought?" the model cried.

"Very well Tetsuya, I see no lying in your words." Akashi said once he calmed himself down. The Captain gently released Kuroko's shirt and adjusted it so that it appeared untouched. "Everyone will wait patiently with you Tetsuya, even Ryouta."

"Akashicchi! You're picking on me too? Everyone is so mean-" Before Kise could finish his whining, the phantom teammate swooped in and stole a surprise kiss. The blonde could smell vanilla, cinnamon, and pink sugar from his former instructor, numbing his senses with the imprint of this intimate act. Such beautiful features and cold eyes on a delicate boy that was Kuroko, and yet a kiss that made Kise feel an intense fire in his body, threatening to consume the copycat. Sooner than the least-experienced player would have liked, the shortest male retreated back to his seat beside him and Momoi. "Kurokocchi…" The blonde said with pure satisfaction in his voice. Kise was caught in almost a dream-like state; his brain repeatedly replaying the sights, sounds, smells, and touches that the kiss sent through him. It made the blonde fall back against the bench with a genuine smile and a healthy blush across his cheeks.

"Hey Satsuki, would you mind if we switched places?" Daiki asked. The two childhood friends practically slid by each other in total synchronization, barely making the hanging gondola shake so the tan teenager could receive his kiss. "Honestly Tetsu, you'd give that idiot a kiss before me?" Kise was still too dazed to reply while Kuroko's lips curled into a small grin. The misdirection specialist turned his head to allow his best friend easier access to his pale, silky lips. It did not matter that Aomine's lips were a little chapped, or that they were still in a confined area where they were obviously being watched by five other people. They felt comfortable, safe, and secluded from the world when they kissed. When they parted, Midorima coughed uncomfortably.

"Not that I care who Kuroko decides to kiss, but if he cares to receive one from me, I would suggest that Aomine and I switch positions so that Kuroko isn't inconvenienced." The Vice Captain mumbled. The blue-haired teen smirked at Midorima's shyness, and got up slowly to let him know he would do as he recommended. It was a little trickier for instead of switched from one seat to another, it was switching benches. Once the accurate shooter waited for their carrier unit to steady, he began taking off his protective tape around his left hand's fingers.

"Midorima-kun?"

"It would be rude to hold another person's hand with bandages. Especially someone who is older than me like you Kuroko," The superstitious, young man gently whispered against the ghostly player, ticking the sensitive ears and fluffy strands of hair. Shintaro laced his left hand's long, strong fingers tenderly with Kuroko's right. The ethereal looking, smaller teenager knew how particular Midorima was about his left hand, so the trust in that meager gesture was enough to get the turquoise player's heart racing faster. Such softness, consideration, and delicate touch really spoke volumes to the shadow. "Are you ready Kuroko?" The emerald haired ally asked.

"Yes…" The both moved slowly. It was a kiss lighter than the brush of a butterfly wing. Their bangs swept against each other's foreheads, but the magic of the moment made neither of them care. Shintaro carefully stroked his thumb against Tetsuya's thumb, wanting to push onto something with a little more pressure so they both realized this was actually happening. While everyone else had reacted to well to Kuroko's kisses, it was the poltergeist-like teen that was reacting to Midorima. Everything was gentle and always kept the light-blue male's desires in mind. Only when the gondola started to move and make its way back to the beginning did both green and sky-blue pull away.

"Thank you," Midorima barely moved his lips or spoke in an audible tone so that Akashi and everyone else could not hear.

"You're welcome Midorima-kun," Kuroko blurted out, not recalling they had an audience.

"What? Midorin thanked Tetsu-kun for kissing him? How cute!" Momoi gushed. Midorima's face flushed a deep, magenta pink color, furiously denying he did such a thing. The shooter wanted such actions and words to only be between Kuroko and himself.

"Sorry Murisakibara-kun, you should probably wait until we get off the ride for your kiss." Kuroko suggested.

"Does that mean I get more kisses while Murisakibaracchi waits Kurokocchi?" Kise asked for the blonde was slowly reverting back to his old self.

"No Kise-kun,"

"I am okay with waiting. If Kurochin is willing to kiss me, I want to do whatever he feels would be comfortable. If later is better, then let's do that." The Center player reassured. Thankfully the largest teammate of the Generation of Miracles did not have to wait long. They all exited the ride shortly after that, most of them too happy to say much. Even Kise, while he was not catatonic anymore, he was still giddy about his surprise kiss. Once the basketball team left the amusement park, Murisakibara asked for his kiss again.

"Of course Murisakibara-kun," The shadow agreed. The pale, tiny, teenage boy was surprised when Atsushi wrapped his arms around his lean frame and lifted him up so that they were face-to-face. It was not uncomfortable for the strong, child-like giant had an arm under his thighs and a firm, secure hand on Kuroko's lower back. The sixth member of the team leaned forward and kissed his waiting snack lover, not at all surprised to taste the yummy, salty potato chips on the larger man's lips. Murisakibara agreed that the kiss was nothing but delicious, but he could not help but be curious about something. When the invisible teammate separated their lips to get some air, the violet-colored teen lightly grazed his teeth against the phantom's lower lip. "Ow…"

"Atsushi…." Akashi warned. Murisakibara sighed and gracefully set Kuroko back down on the ground.

"Sorry Akachin, I was curious."

"No snacks after eight at night for a week as punishment."

"Yes Akachin, and I am sorry Kurochin." Tetsuya nodded, accepting the apology. Despite all the ups and downs like a rollercoaster, Kuroko knew that he would remember fondly back on this day. It was definitely a sign of hope for the future.

I hope you liked the beginning of my first Kuroko no Basuke fanfic. Please review to help me with my writing, for I am actually kind of lost...