AN: Hello! New story, yes. I know that "The Oath" is still in progress, but this plot bunny will just not leave my mind, so I wrote it down.

Plus, this is far more easier to write than The Oath, considering that this will be 100% original with only a few canon references and plot-lines. So, yeah, expect faster updates for this one :)

On another note - I've got exams going on. So, next update will be definitely after 22nd March and not before. That's it!

Enjoy~

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"Dialogues"

'Thoughts'

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Note: AU. Generation of Miracles are still friends. Akashi has two red eyes. Time Travel.

Chapter 1

Kuroko had been on cloud nine the whole evening.

Teiko had won the Inter-Middle Championship twice in a row now and this time, he had played a part in bringing this victory home. Their captain, Nijimura Shuuzo, had been ecstatic beyond measure. Even Akashi-kun, who usually left them after the games, stayed back to celebrate and joined the post-match party thrown by Nijimura-senpai.

So, the seven of them – Akashi, Midorima, Aomine, Kuroko, Murasakibara, Kise and Momoi – along with the captain and the rest of the first string members had departed to find a good restaurant for dinner and eat their fill. They'd separated inside, no table large enough to hold nearly thirty of them, and began ordering. The Generation of Miracles had claimed a table at the corner for themselves and the rest of the first string players had left them alone, allowing them their privacy instead of crowding and congratulating them – they were the stars of the match after all.

After a while…

"Did ya see that last dunk I made?" Aomine said around a mouthful of takoyaki.

"Let's not forget who passed the ball, Dai-chan," Momoi slipped back to the old nickname in the company of her closest friends as she smiled winningly at Kuroko, "Without Tetsu-kun's marvellous pass, you wouldn't have gotten the ball!"

"Ha! That was nothing! That fade away I did at the end of third quarter was the best!" Kise, of course, did not miss a chance to compete with his rival and role model.

"Mine-chin and Kise-chin are forgetting who blocked most of their shots…"

"Hmph," Midorima huffed, patting a sand hour glass placed next to his plate, "if anything, it is my lucky item that ensured our victory,"

"There, there, all of us did extremely well in this match." And that was Akashi, diplomatic as ever as he placated them with an indulgent yet stern smile.

"If only Haizaki-kun was here," Kuroko began softly, "then it would have been all of us second years."

His words brought about a sudden silence among them. Haizaki was never really a pleasant topic, to be honest, especially because he seemed to care very little for the sport beyond using his inborn talent to steal moves. Why he was still on the team was a mystery, but he did seem to obey Nijimura – or perhaps the captain simply beat him into submission to attend practice and games – so that was fine. For now.

"Heh, he must have spent the whole time at some arcade," Aomine dismissed it, "His loss, really,"

They quickly devolved into chatters again, replaying the match word by word and even managed to get Akashi into a competitive mood to join in. Nearly an hour later; with their table cleaned up, stomachs filled and eyes drooping sleepily; they waited for their senpai to finish their meal to get ready and leave.

"Hey, what's that, Midorimachhi?"

"It's my lucky item, nanodayo," Midorima gave Kise a look, as if questioning his sanity; "You've seen me carry it all day round. What is the purpose of such a question?"

"No, not that!" Kise yawned slightly, stretching his hand across the table to pick up the hour glass, "This sand…it's strange. Doesn't it look…luminous? And white, too! Such strange, sparkling white sand!"

"White sand is not really that uncommon, Ki-chan," Momoi said even as she motioned for him to pass it to her so that she could take a better look.

Akashi, seated beside her, peered over her shoulder, "Hmm, I have to agree with Kise, Midorima. The sand does seem luminous. Where did you buy the hour glass from?"

"From just a random peddler on the street," Midorima replied with slight irritation. It was just sand, why was it so fascinating? To think even Akashi was getting hyped up over it, "I bought it from the first place I could as I made my way to the basketball stadium."

As the lucky item made its way around the table, passing through every member's hands much to the displeasure of Midorima, Kuroko quirked a small smile.

"Eh, what's that grin for, Tetsu?" Aomine asked him tiredly, slinging an arm around his shadow's neck as he tried to keep awake, "What's tickling ya now?"

"Nothing, Aomine-kun," Kuroko replied happily as he composed his face back into its normal deadpan, "Just, this feels nice…"

"Yeah," Aomine spoke up in realisation, "this is your first national win, right? Even though we won last year, it's still great ta win this time too!"

"Oh, that's true," Kuroko agreed, "but I meant this. Here, with everyone together, sharing this victory and laughing and joking together – this feels nice."

Aomine contemplated on that for a moment before giving up. He was too sleepy for Tetsu's philosophy right now and decided just to agree and be done with it, "Yeah, it does."

Half a second later, the tanned player's head dropped on top of Kuroko's, eyes clearly too exhausted to remain open any longer.

Kuroko sighed, "Akashi-kun, Aomine-kun seems to have dozed off. And I'm quite sleepy too. Shall we make our excuses and leave?"

Akashi turned a considering eye towards their seniors' table –

"Oi, Murasakibara! Hand the hour glass back now, it's not something for you to play with, nanodayo!"

– They still seemed to be eating. It would be rude to leave before them, but they had played in the finals today. They were sore and tired and truly needed to sleep.

"Very well," Akashi stood up, dislodging Momoi's resting head from his shoulder gently and he beckoned the girl to follow him, "Momoi and I will go make our excuses. Midorima, do collect our bags and wake the rest of the sleeping posse."

Midorima had barely voiced his agreement when Murasakibara passed his lucky item back to him. Or well, not passed, but pushed it across the table. It was not a particularly forceful shove, just a gentle tip to slide it towards the green haired shooting guard, but the glass proved to be exceptionally fragile.

A simple push and the hour glass tipped. It fell. It clunked against the hard wooden counter. It splintered. It cracked. It broke. And it sent its luminous sand spilling all over the table.

Akashi and Momoi, who'd barely gotten up from their seats, flinched back as little shards of glass flew upwards due to the force. Murasakibara's eyes had widened in dismay while Aomine continued to doze on. Kuroko's placid expression had given way to alarm as he instinctively shielded his face and Kise had let out a small yelp. None of that could compare to Midorima's reaction.

His face was etched in horror; voice nearly a screech, "I-It broke! Kami-sama! That's seven years of bad luck!"

"Uh, I thought that was for broken mirrors…?" Kise got a sharp look from Akashi for his quip.

"It's the same for lucky items too!" Midorima grit out, his hands jerking as if to collect the broken shards.

Momoi immediately went over to Midorima, speaking to him soothingly, "Don't worry, Midorin. We'll get another on the way home. And the day's nearly over too! Your luck won't be compromised so late…"

The Oha Asa devotee gulped resignedly, looking at the remains of his lucky item with distress.

"Midorima-kun," Kuroko spoke up, "Please do not be so foolish as to try and pick that up by yourself. The glass pieces are tiny and you may injure yourself."

"I know that, idiot!"

"Mido-chin, I'm sorry," Murasakibara's attempt to calm his team mate down was in vain however, as his words only seemed to remind him just whose fault it was.

Akashi sighed in exasperation, "Okay, that's it. Kuroko, go borrow a wash cloth and clean up the sand. Kise, you collect our bags. Someone wake up Aomine, I'm not in the mood to deal with him now. Murasakibara, stay put, and keep your hands to yourself. Midorima…you, well, never mind. Momoi, come with me, we're telling Nijimura-san that we're leaving."

Saying so, the red haired Vice-Captain swept away towards Nijimura's table. The rest of them hurried to comply with his orders and Midorima stared mutinously at the table.

"W-What happened?" Aomine chose that moment to wake up. Getting a sharp glare from a certain green haired team mate, Aomine blinked before staring at the sand covered table, "Holy –! The hell?"

"Nothing, Aominechhi," Kise sighed, "just be careful. There are glass pieces all around. And sand too. You might wanna dust your hair…"

In the end, they were not able to get Midorima a replacement lucky item. But Midorima had not had much expectation to begin with and not so graciously stomped home, not quite forgiving Murasakibara but still making peace with him upon Akashi's insistence.

Kuroko went home and wished his grandmother a good night before collapsing on his bed. He just about had the presence of mind to take a quick shower – they'd already showered thoroughly after the match was over – and change into his sleepwear and before burrowing inside the comforter.

In the night, small, indistinct particles of sand gleamed luminously in Kuroko's pale blue hair.

The first realisation when Kuroko got up in the morning was that his feet reached the floor sooner than it used to. And that gave him a pause. Because while growth spurts were welcome – he did not enjoy being the shortest player in the team, really – they did not happen so suddenly and over-night.

'Something's odd,' Kuroko thought as he glanced down at himself.

And his thought was well deserved, because while he certainly seemed to have grown more than a couple of inches – at least that's what Kuroko felt, gazing at his now longer fingers and arms – his shirt and pants seemed to be a perfect fit.

'Wait,' Kuroko blinked, 'did I wear this last night?'

His plain blue and white nightwear had been somehow exchanged for a red and peach one. By the gods, Kuroko didn't even remember owning such a combination of sleepwear. Or such well-worn ones too. Not new then…perhaps a hand-me-down?

"Eh, Obaa-chan must have put Otou-san's clothes in my cupboard," Kuroko reasoned as he stepped into the bathroom, "I don't remember wearing these, but I was tired and sleepy and they're comfortable at least."

Thankfully, the bathroom held no surprises for him. The towel was kept in the same place. The bar of soap was of the same brand they usually used. The toothbrush – wait, did that seem different?

"I must be too tired from yesterday's game," Kuroko concluded, "Obaa-chan must have brought me a new one sometime recently…and the old one was getting worn out too…"

Thus convinced, Kuroko went about his morning business; last night's win still giving him a euphoric feeling. It was when he re-opened his closet to take his uniform out that he paused. Teiko's blue shirt and white blazer was nowhere to be seen. He rifled through his clothes rack (so many of them seemed unfamiliar, and when did he buy that black belt again?), but the only thing that resembled a uniform was a dark navy blue gakuran.

Odd. Suspiciously odd.

Deciding to leave his uniform for after breakfast, he walked downstairs in a casual trousers and tee-shirt, towelling off his hair as he entered the kitchen. The sudden increase in height made his movements clumsy as he slipped into his chair, smiling at his grandmother, Kuroko Terumi, as she served him breakfast.

"Ohayo, Obaa-chan."

"Ohayo, Tetsuya," his grandmother smiled back, "Your Tou-san called, he said their business trip is extended for a few weeks, but he and Kaa-san will be home by first week of May."

"May?" Kuroko repeated in slight disbelief, "Are you sure, Obaa-chan?"

"Of course I am," she smiled quizzically at him, "they called me just this morning after all."

'How –?' Kuroko's eyes widened even as he returned to his food, 'First week of May? Isn't it already July…? We played in the Inter-Middle finals just yesterday!'

"Ano, Obaa-chan, what's the date today?"

"The eleventh of April. Tetsuya, are you alright?"

'No,' Kuroko breathed harshly, 'I'm most certainly not alright. What in the world is going on?'

Placating his grandmother, Kuroko went back to his room and dug out his mobile from underneath the bed covers. And there, blinking in the corner of the screen was the date: 11th April. And if the fact that Kuroko was suddenly three months displaced from what he remembered was not disconcerting enough, then seeing they year certainly was.

"Impossible!" Kuroko uttered in disbelief, "This…this is two years in the future! How...? Wasn't I in my second year of middle school just now? But…"

Things made sense now – the increased height. The fitting clothes. The new brush. The uniform.

The mere thought was ridiculous – how could he have travelled to the future? Or had he even travelled to the future? What if he'd simply forgotten the past two years?

"But no, that doesn't make sense…" Kuroko mumbled softly, running his hands through his hair to check for any head injuries, "I'm not hurt, so why would I forget anything?"

Then did that mean…what did that mean? Had he truly travelled to the future?

Slight hysterical laughter bubbled up his throat, "Ha! What a notion! I must be going crazy!"

Even so, checking his book bag showed high school textbooks instead of his middle school ones. And upon them, printed in his own neat handwriting were the words: Seirin High.

"Seirin High School?" Kuroko blinked, "I've never even heard of such a school before…Do we all really attend Seirin High? I can't imagine Akashi-kun or Midorima-kun going to such an unknown school. Or even Aomine-kun…"

Because, certainly they all went to the same school, didn't they? That was what they had decided after all – to continue playing basketball in high school together. Wait –

"That's it!" Kuroko smiled in slight relief, hurrying to put on his strange, new (Or was it old?) uniform, "Even if Akashi-kun or Midorima-kun might not attend Seirin high school, Aomine-kun must have at least. We'd be playing together, after all! Yes…I have to go meet him at school and ask him what's going on…"

Dressing himself up, he checked the route to Seirin High via the internet, bidding goodbye to his grandmother as he left the house. All Kuroko needed to do was reach school and ask for Aomine-kun's help. Or probably Momoi-san. Together, they might make something out of this…time travel (And such an odd thing to imagine – he was half thinking he was still asleep and this was some kind of bizarre dream). Yes, first to reach school and then they'd worry about this.

Aomine-kun, Momoi-san and he…they'd be in the same school, at least that he could be sure of… Couldn't he?

Whatever was going on was weird. Was unsettling. And if Kuroko was right, then he was in the future and he had no idea why.

'And to think, yesterday had been such a good day too…' Kuroko sighed, 'Well, I don't look forward to high school either way. I've barely even completed my middle school curriculum!'

There must truly be something wrong with him, Kuroko decided sullenly as he tripped over his own long (and not used to) legs, if his suddenly advanced level of studies was feeling like his main concern.

AN: So, how was it? I know there are many time travel fics, and this might not be an original idea either...but this is my take at it - a reverse time travel!

So I hope you liked it!

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