Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Kuroko No Basuke
This fiction was inspired by some drawings of the GOM, Kagami and Kuroko in fantasy outfits. I randomly chanced across them in the internet but really, the artist did a great job. Anyway, please enjoy the story... I hope it's to your liking.
This is a story about a strange and certain world filled with boundless opportunities and danger, where the concept of the strong devouring the weak was the only way of survival. It was the very world where demons lived and roamed.
There was an ancient legend, it was passed down from generation to generation. A famous story, where almost every household was so familiar of its content that they could recite it by heart. Perhaps it was it that had forged the ideal 'Hero'.The story goes like this:
"Long ago, it was not humans that ruled. It was the demons that thrived on the plains of this world. The demons established nations and there were seven in total. Humans lived in fear and shrouded among the shadows. One day, five brave and extraordinary humans arose from the shadows and destroyed the demon nations one by one. Taking the crowns of the five nations, they forged even more powerful weapons out of them. They took these weapons and faced the final nation which was the residing area of the strongest demon and defeated him. They chased away the demons which ran to another dimension, parallel to their world. Later, they were crowned kings and each were given their own nation. They rebuild civilisations and they sealed their weapons away to indicate that the war ended and no man may use it for evil."
[As for how the fall of the sixth nation occurred, the account is lost. But people speculated the five heroes fell the sixth nation as well.]
"Are you Kagami Taiga?"
"Yeah. What about it?"
"I need your help, Kagami-san."
Those were the first words both of them had exchanged. Sky blue eyes firmly interlocked with red, a silent determination reflected beneath the them, despite the monotonous voice he used to express himself. Although Kagami noted that, he still turned down the offer.
"Bug off."
Kagami promised himself that he would never get concerned with the affairs of others again. He had his own goal to accomplish. With that thought, he shoved the other roughly aside before proceeding on his way.
The afternoon was sweltering, so hot to the point that the ground felt as if it was boiling. Kagami was getting annoyed, if it was not due to the severe heat, then it definitely would have been that certain white figure standing at the side and staring at him.
"What?" he growled as he sharpened his broad sword. Honestly, he was at the point of wanting to throw that guy off a cliff.
"I need your help, Kagami-san."
Again, the same voice and the same sentence, which held not a hint of emotion within them. A dull droning noise, as if from a broken radio.
"Try changing your ways to persuade someone." Kagami snapped, immediately standing up and heading to another direction opposite of the boy, hoping that the other would not follow.
Despite the individual's small stature, he was surprisingly quite stubborn and straightforward. He persisted following Kagami throughout the forest and never once let him out off his sight. And when he spoke to Kagami, his voice never seemed to hit another pitch, loudness and speed. Furthermore, he lacked presence. Hence the times when he came to talk to Kagami had seemed to be sudden appearances, like a ghost. Another factor which contributed to wearing off Kagami's thin thread of patience.
Half a day had gone by and Kagami had already exhausted whatever patience or morales he could muster. If that darn bastard happen to be beside him, screw moral ethics, he would cut of his little head and then-
"Kagami-san." The said person nearly jumped out from his armour in fright. He was not getting used to this anytime soon.
"You...little... I said NO. Which part of 'no' did you not understand?!"
"Please Kagami-san." This time, the voice held a bit of emotion; a little of distress and desperation. Kagami turned to look at the boy. As he had been avoiding him for the whole day, he had not really seen how the boy actually looked like.
That boy had soft baby blue hair, in which he had a white shawl draped over it. He was also pale, his soft skin on a fairer tone than most and it was further emphasised by the white outfit he was clad in, with intricate patterns neatly embroidered at the ends of it. He was also wearing gloves, made out of rare silk like material and it covered his arms, nearly to his shoulders.
Everything about him was the exact opposite of Kagami. Kagami was a warrior of renowned strength and skill. His black and red armour was forged from the strongest dragon scales and elements. Skinned tanned and muscles toned after being exposed to long and harsh travels. His gloves were of the toughest leather and the scratches on his shield and broad sword reflected the countless battles experiences he had. The boy on the other hand, looked like he could be broken into two by a swing of a wooden sword.
"I'm sorry. But I have my own business to deal with. I didn't come from the West for nothing."
"And may I inquire what would that task be?"
"I'm here to defeat demon lord." Kagami announced, before recalling that he should have kept his mouth sealed. Often, his tendency to loose words had gotten him into quite a bit of trouble. He quickly added in, "You may think that I am mad. However the rumours are true. It has been revived."
"Our aims are but the same. However my route to him will prove faster than yours."
Kagami stared at the other for a moment and then narrowed his eyes a little. "What do you mean? You are the first one I've met to actually believe in the revival of the demon lord. "
The boy seems to paused for moment, as if trying to contemplate what to say. "I need you to help me stop the 'Generation Of Miracles' and after that the demon lord. With my current strength, I cannot be able to go against them. However when I saw you fighting at the colosseum... I knew you can stand against them..." The boy ranted, but while he did, he remained looking down; the white shawl draping over his face a little.
Kagami nearly reeled back in shock. The generation of miracles?! They are the current heads of the five nations and they had equally similar skills to what the previous five saviours had. Furthermore they were barely twenty and yet were perfected in at least a single art of weaponry. In short, they were prodigies and hence the people termed them the 'Generation Of Miracles'.
To fight people of such high caliber surely is a challenge and a honor, Kagami smiled, he had always wanted strong, powerful people he could truly go against. However something struck him as well. They were rulers of the land. Why would this (weak) boy even want to go against and beat them? What did they have to do with the current revival of a demon lord?
Being an impulsive person, the question already flew out from his mouth. "How are these great people connected to the demon lord?"
"That is a secret." the boy replied, somewhat causally. "Will you please accept it? Your reward will be plentiful."
Kagami was slightly surprised by the boy's curt reply. After all, he had been polite till now. It was suspicious no matter which angle he tried to look at. This boy, who scouted high and low for him, pleading him all day to help him but kept eventually quiet when questioned his motives.
"What if I say yes...?"
"Then details of the quest will be given. I will tell you how the Generation Of Miracles are related to the revival of the demon lord of the seventh Kingdom and yes, I assure you that there will be rewards."
Alright. That was it. The reward did not matter much to him anyway, he just wanted to quickly get to the demon lord. And right now, he actually had a way to get to it. The boy did not seem to be lying ever. Even if he kept secrets now, Kagami had learnt that the quest would soon unravel the truth. He grinned, the Western Guardians had finally opened the door for him.
"I will go. However you know my name..." He knew he didn't have to finish his sentence for the other to understand what he was trying to convey.
The boy then hesitated a moment, blue locks caught in the sudden breeze.
"Kuroko Tetsuya. My name is Kuroko Tetsuya."
This was the day of a destined meeting, people whose fate was more than ordinary.
"Nice to meet you, midget."
Thank you for reading! Please pardon me for any grammatical errors.
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