Summary: Model!GoM AU. They didn't know each other when they were together, but now that they are separated, a single title is about to group them into one. "They're the Generation of Miracles, and nobody can stop them." In which Kagami and Kuroko are included. Kuroko x ?
This is a story inspired by LycheeLove's 'Invisible' – I encourage all of you to check it out, if you haven't already.
Note: This story DOES NOT follow the plot of the anime, and therefore this is set in a time where the title, Generation of Miracles are not known throughout people. They develop the name during the process of becoming top class models. Their age is set during their twenties, if any of you were curious.
ALSO, they don't call eachother with the suffix yet, with the '-cchi' and the '-chin' or first names. It's only Kise that calls Kuroko as Kurokocchi.
THANKS TO: chrisalyscence who beta-ed my story! She is an awesome author, so please check her works out!
Then, I hope you enjoy this story.
Chapter 1~ The beginning of a Miracle
"Kuroko-kun, you're sure about this, aren't you?"
"Pretty much."
A sigh blew through the receiver as one teal-haired male flipped through his book. The train was noisy, due to a horde of female fans giggling and gossiping as they crowded around an advertisement pasted on the wall of the crowded train. It portrayed the lean and lithe physique of a popularmodel named, Reo Mibuchi – although it was known to the media that he was gay, the fangirls still remained – mainly because of the handsome and flawless features of the man (despite the fact he had announced he didn't bother to attend special beauty salons of any sort). No one could deny a hot celebrity regardless of his or her sexuality. They were only eye candy to most – no matter how sore that sounded in reality.
"We're in realdeep trouble now as you are aware. Even with you and Kagami-kun joining us, our income rates aren't increasing by very much. Not that I'm saying you two are doing a bad job – you guys are actually doing great for newbies – and Kagami-kun is only a photographer. It's just that we need a bunch of awesome rookies – possibly some fresh faces we can showcase to the world andboost the state of our current position. You get what I'm saying?" Riko's voice sounded impatient and urgent and the same time over the receiver, Kuroko noticed.
"Yes, yes, Aida-san, I do."
"This station is Kanagawa. We repeat. This station is Kanagawa. For those getting off at this station, the exit is to your right…"
Aida Riko, the manager continued her spiel overthe phone, but the male stood up and talked over her. "Aida-san, I need to go now. I'll call you later, okay? Bye." He pressed the end button and slipped his phone into his pocket. The device vibrated for the next few minutes, and Kuroko Tetsuya, the teal-haired male could almost imagine the angered expression of his manager cursing his name. He should have been scared, but it was at that very moment that he couldn't care less. He was doing this for his own good. For his manager's own good, as a matter of fact.
He walked through the busy streets of Kanagawa, his presence goingquitecompletely unnoticed by the hustling pedestrians. It wasn't thatnobody cared, but rather, nobody could see him. He existed, but he was justimpossible to track andsensetothe naked human eye. At least, tothe average human eye that was.
Kuroko stopped in front of a large, fifteen story building and stared up at it, wincing from the light reflected off the shiny glass exterior to his sensitive eyes.
So this is what Cherry Entertainment looks like… He thought in amazement, as he glanced around in awe upon entering the building.
Eventually, he recollected his thoughts, remembering the reason he was there. He brushed past severalworkers and some yet-to-be famous celebrities, and eventually stopped at the reception corner.
"Um, excuse me." Kuroko said aloud, greatly startling the woman in front of him.
"Y-yes?" She seemed to be recovering from the shock, but managed to keep a calm composure.
"I'm here to meet the singer, Kise Ryouta."
The woman blinked – her nametag read, Yuri Erika. "Is this an arranged appointment for business inquiries, or justa personal meeting?"
The teal-haired male responded after a mere second. "A personal meeting."
"I see. Have you contacted him of your arrival beforehand?"
Kuroko thought about that. "No, but he should know who I am if you tell him my name."
Yuri scrutinized him, and then picked up the phone albeit hesitantly. "And what is your name, sir?"
"Kuroko Tetsuya."
She looked down at the phoneand dialed a number, and then fell into apatient silence.
"Yes… yes, Tanaka-san, Erika here. A man claiming to be Kuroko Tetsuya is asking for Kise-san. Yes… I see. Very well, I will tell him so." She put the phone down and smiled at Kuroko. "Kise-san will be coming down in a few minutes, sir." The male nodded, silently thanking the female as he went to the other side of the hall.
He flipped his phone back open and mentally groaned, seeing that he had twelve missed calls, and forty-five unopened messages from Riko. Each one was filled with a mixture of curses and formal reminders that he had to finish his job well. She made sure to add one last grumpy threat at the end of each text. Another one was from his boss, Hyuga Junpei, telling him to not anger Riko too much, or else he would have to clean up after her rampaging mess and inevitably tire out.
"Kurokocchi!" A high-pitched, excited voice called his name, adding the friendly suffix he was particularly familiar with.
When Kuroko looked up, he saw a blonde-haired male who was dressed like a typical member of a boy band – a little more stylish, though, as if he added a touch of his own personal flair. He donned a purple t-shirt and had a chain necklace hang from his neck with fancy black jeans and sneakers embellished with crystal studs.
"It's been a while, Kise-kun. How were you?" Kuroko greeted before Kise groaned in response.
"Terrible! Actually, it was kind of okay… no scratch that. It was terrible! It's actually not a good idea to form a band with your high school colleagues! I mean, it's good that we get along and all, but it doesn't balance out the worst part, which is having the strictest leader ever!" The blonde quieted for a few moments after his ramble. He sighed then plastered a kind smile on his face. "Anyways, Kurokocchi, like you've said, it has been a while. We didn't meet for what, two years after our year's middleschool reunion?"
"Yes, I believe it has been about that long."
"Too long, don't you think? Everyone changed. I mean, did you see? Midorima-kun was actually on television as the youngest student to ever receive ascholarship for that… something."
Kuroko's expression darkened a little, as he reminded himself of a certain indigo-haired former classmate. "Yes, everyone has changed. Which is preciselywhy everyone will come back together through this opportunity I am about to suggest."
Kise looked confused. He opened his mouth to speak a few times, but eventually closed it, allowing his teal-haired friend to further explain himself.
Kuroko went on, as he turned his back on the blonde. "Let's go talk somewhere else first. I've arranged a meeting with some… old members."
The blonde tilted his head to the side, but quietly obliged.
They walked through the streets of Kanagawa, having short and casual conversations as they updated one another on their lives the other missed during the years void of contact. After thirty minutes or so, the two stopped and stood in front of one of the many unknown modeling agencies, Seirin Agency. Kise, being a popular celebrity, recognized the name, but didn't know much about the agency in general.
"Kurokocchi, why are we here?" The blonde asked.
Kuroko just shrugged and pushed open the glass doors.
"You'll see."
They walked up a creamy white staircase in companionable silence.
Kise noticed the building was quite small, but supposed it was because the agency was poor and lacked income from their models.
As the pair arrived at the top of the stairs, Kuroko walked up and knocked on one door that read, 'Hyuga Junpei' on top. "Hyuga-san, it's me."
"Kuroko? Come in."
Inside, there was a spectacled man massaging his temples in a tired and rhythmic manner. Next to him was a brunette who had her arms folded across her chest. Suddenly, the female's expression changed to one of shock as she noticed who was standing next to Kuroko. She pushed past the shorter male and grabbed hold of Kise's lean shoulders.
"You – you – you are – " She stumbled over her words each time she spoke, as she glanced back and forth from the singer to the teal-haired male. "Kuroko, you never said you were going to bring Kise Ryouta!"
"I never said that I wasn't going to bring Kise Ryouta either." Kuroko replied calmly, as Hyuga rubbed his chin.
"THAT'S NOT MY POINT, DO YOU ACTUALLY KNOW WHO THIS PERSON IS? HE'S KISE RYOUTA, CHERRY ENTERTAINMENT'S MOST POPULAR CELEBRITY ALONG WITH THE MEMBERS OF THE BOY BAND, COPY CAT!" Riko looked ready to pull her hair out.
Kise didn't know what to do and just stood there awkwardly, watching the scene before him unfold.
"Yes, Aida-san, I do know who I brought in, thank you very much. He is my middle school colleague – I just thought he might be interested in taking up our proposal. There's still four more coming… though Kise-kun should be the most popular in the media among them right now." Riko looked like she was about to faint, but Hyuga just blinked.
"Hey, Kuroko."
"Yes, Hyuga-san?"
"Just a question… but does this guy know that he's going to have to be working for a poor model agency?"
"Obviously not."
"THEN THE PROBLEM LIES THERE, IDIOT!" Hyuga exclaimed, unintentionally going into his clutch mode. The blonde could just picture an animated volcano erupting in the background.
Kuroko held his hands up in self-protection, while Kise merely winced at the sudden rise of volume. Riko just shook her head, and glanced at the door, which was creaking open.
"To truly say, a whistling cow can be called – "
"Shun, shut up." Hyuga growled at the newcomer. Izuki Shun, the make up artist of Seirin Modeling Agency merely shrugged, and then caught notice of Kise Ryouta who was stiffly standing in the middle of the room. "What is he doing here?"
"I don't know who you are, but that wasn't necessary. At least address me by name." Kise twitched irritably.
Izuki shook his head. "That wasn't my intention and I know who you are. You're Kise Ryouta from Japan's top boy band, Copy Cat, right? Kuroko, is he one of your old friends that you said you will bring in?" Kuroko nodded before Izuki clucked his tongue appreciatively. "You must've had some great middle school friends."
"That's not the problem – God, you know what? Riko, check his stats."
"Already did. How am I supposed to calculate the stats of Kise Ryouta? He's perfect."
"Better than Kiyoshi?"
"Can't tell, honestly. He's pretty amazing though."
Kise glanced back and forth, patiently waiting for an explanation of the situation he was currently in. None of what had just happened made sense to him. He couldn't piece together how he wound up in such a…strange position. Hyuga cleared his throat, and adjusted his tie, getting into his formal business mode – which he was rarely ever in.
"So to start off again, my name is Hyuga Junpei, the boss of Seirin Modeling Agency. Have you heard of us?"
The blonde looked quite troubled. "I have heard of you, but I don't know what kind of models you produce." Basically, he's heard nothing at all.
"That's fine. You see, our agency was formed just last year – and our first model was and still is Kuroko. Well, we did have someone else but he… stopped. So yeah…"
"Oh, your model was Kiyoshi Teppei, wasn't he? He was classified as one of the Kings, but was involved in a serious car accident, right?" Kise tilted his head to the side.
Hyuga nodded gravely and let out a sigh. "Yeah, but that's been a year already. My point is, after the incident, the income rate of our agency has been running really low With that said, I asked Kuroko whether he knew some talented people – no, screw that – people in general. He said that he did so I told him to go ahead and invite some in, but I never thought he would bring you." The bespectacled man groaned. "Kuroko, don't you know? Kise can't come into our agency – he is already in Cherry Entertainment. It's Cherry, Kuroko, there's no way it'll work."
"It might." The teal haired boy simply shrugged.
Kise slowly raised his hand into the air, reluctant to disrupt the conversation amongst the group of strangers with the exception of Kuroko, of course. "Uh, not meaning to interrupt or anything… but, er, who's the other four that'll be working here? If I decide to work here that is."
Kuroko glanced at him, and then spoke. "Akashi-kun, Midorima-kun, Murasakibara-kun, and Aomine-kun."
A tense and heavy silence fell over the room and no one dared to even move. It was as though broken glass had been scattered all over the floor, keeping them trapped and grounded in place.
"They're all names I've heard on TV at least once, and I don't know why." Riko mumbled, as put her hands on her hips firmly, a sign Kuroko recognized as her ready-to-explain pose.
"Akashi Seijuro, the genius boy in the world of law. Then there's Midorima Shintaro, the genius boy in world of modern science and only second to Akashi… Murasakibara Atsushi from the Murasakibara family who are famous for producing talented celebrities and stars. Aomine Daiki… the renown basketball prodigy in middle school, but I'm pretty sure he stopped and didn't even attend high school for an unknown reason."
Kise's expression froze for a moment, but returned it's ordinary relaxed state. "Kurokocchi… what are you trying to do?"
"Nothing, really." Kuroko mumbled silently, as he glanced at his watch. "It's two… they should be coming soon."
"You know, Kurokocchi, bringing those four back doesn't exactly sound like a good idea…"
The distant sound of bells ringing from downstairs echoed throughout the entire office.
"Coming!" Riko rushed down to the door, as Kuroko followed. Hyuga growled lowly, as if trying to repress his clutch mode from reappearing, while Kise just stood there.
He didn't want to meet those four again. It wasn't like they had some sort of special bond or friendship in middle school. As a matter of fact, they barely knew each other, which was the main reason why he didn't want to meet them again. They were friendly enough to remember each other's names and acknowledge one another, but they weren't fit in any way to be business partners. Kise just sighed and trudged after the workers of Seirin.
When they all gathered downstairs on the first floor, the blonde noticed Kuroko was talking to a red haired male – Akashi Seijuro – who had four other familiar people by his side.
"Ah, Ki-chan!" The blonde blinked as a pinkette slammed her giant chest into his.
"Momoicchi! You've changed a lot!" Especially the size of your breasts, Kise thought shamelessly, as he looked down at the female.
"I'm so happy to finally see you again, Ki-chan! I see Ki-chan everywhere I go nowadays… it's been two years, hasn't it? Since the reunion!" Momoi held up her index finger, as if trying to remember the day, and Kise merely nodded. "It should've been around that long, yes."
"What the fuck am I doing here anyways? I still have work left today at the convenience store."
"Aomine, I understand it has been quite a while since our last meeting, but I strongly believe there is no need to demonstrate how… colorful your language can get."
"Good for you, carrot." The tanned male shrugged nonchalantly.
"Aomine-kun, I beg of you over my prideful honor – please remain quiet. There is no need to be rude."
"Yes, yes, Akashi-sama."
"Mine-kun, your level of sarcasm is very low that it is crawling on the ground." The tallest drawled in a mocking and condescending tone.
"Mine-kun? I'm going to drive a pole up your – "
"Now, we are absolutely not crossing the line of 'innocence' today."
The indigo-haired male stuck his middle finger up in the air and spat on the ground.
Riko eyed the four men, and pinched her fingers over the bridge of her nose to prevent herself from passing out or worse, dying from serious hemorrhage. She turned around and madly whispered to Hyuga, and then she inhaled a deep breath to calm herself.
"So, Kuroko-kun…" Akashi looked at the boy. "What is your reason for calling us to such a place? Kyoto isn't exactly close to Tokyo."
"I apologize for having inconveniencing you all by asking you to come all the way here. Though, from here on out, it isn't exactly my place to speak, so for the details, you will need to listen to my boss here."
Hyuga stepped forward and repeated the same explanation he had provided to Kise. The four seemed to be in awe, just as Kise had been a few minutes ago. Midorima was the first one to open his mouth and speak.
"So, why is it that we were chosen for this position and not anyone else? I'm asking Kuroko here, of course."
Kuroko remained silent for a while, as if trying to think of a legitimate answer. "That is because, in the midst of me trying to remember my acquaintances, you were the ones who had the greatest amount of potential. I believe all of you had been quite famous during middle school for being top athletes – though you never participated in club activities with the exception of Aomine-kun and Kise-kun."
"Potential, I see." Akashi mumbled and refrained from saying more, as did everyone else. That was, until Izuki broke the tension.
"Uh, not trying to interrupt or anything, but I'm pretty sure that the ones with siblings here – they're all celebrities, correct? Popular?"
Kise smiled and nodded. "My sisters are both models working for Golden Time Modeling Agency."
"Two of my brothers are actors, my sister is a model, and my third brother is a photographer." Murasakibara grumbled. It went without saying that his parents were also well-known entertainers. He had sworn to himself that he would not follow in their path, but he wasn't sure whether his personal oath would follow through or not. Not with the given situation.
"Midorima-kun's sister is an idol. You know, the famous little girl, Midorima Shizuka." Kuroko explained, noticing Midorima twitch in discomfort.
"Big families you're introducing to us here." Hyuga grumbled before he went on in a clearer and more professional tone. "The thing is, we're pretty… well, to simply put it, we're being pushed off the ledge here, about to fall and crash. We need the best models we can possibly find right now, do you get what I mean? And Riko here says that you guys have enormous potential, proven by Kuroko – but the thing is, I don't know whether I can trust that judgement or not." He took out a cigarette and casually lit it. "And we don't even know whether you guys are willing to really work as our models."
"They don't have reasons to, you mean." A rough voice entered the room.
All eyes landed on a dark red haired male who glared at the five strangers. "Are these the dudes you mentioned, Kuroko?"
Kuroko nodded, as the new guest approached the five and scanned them head to toe. "They don't look much. You sure they're good?"
"What was that now?" Aomine growled.
Kagami Taiga, the red-haired male, rolled his eyes and repeated slowly. "You guys don't look much. Besides, I don't see the reason why you guys would want to become models. Specifically, you and you." Kagami stated bluntly, all the while pointing at Akashi and Midorima. "You two got accepted into that great Tokyo University, right? Passed the tests with full scores on the entrance exams or something. Not my business, but yeah. And then you and you." He then pointed at Murasakibara and Kise. "You two are just rich buddies. Why would you need to become a model of all things?" He glanced at Aomine. "I don't know who you are, but you certainly don't look like you want to become a model either way."
"Now, Kagami-kun, we don't know about that yet." Kuroko said quietly, then he sighed. "Though you might be right."
"Let's get the obvious done with first." Akashi spoke up. "What are the merits of us joining your agency, or becoming a model of your agency? It is a poor company like you said, and the way you are trying to recruit us as your models sounds as risky as betting all your money on the first round of a gamble. Not a very intelligent move, if I dare say. The most serious question we have to consider though, is whether anything will change upon our arrival?"
"Why don't you check it out with your own eyes?" Riko huffed, her arms folded.
"How so?" Momoi carefully questioned.
The brunette grinned. "Follow me."
Riko ran ahead of everyone else. Kuroko and Kagami exchanged a wary look before following after her.
They were soon in a small room that appeared to be a studio. Inside, there were three men who Riko was barking orders at.
"Riko, 'B&W' or with color?"
"'B&W'!"
"How about make up?"
"No, it'll just be a test shoot."
"Accessories?"
"Scarves and sunglasses – and bring that chair here."
Kagami sat near the back, getting his camera ready.
"So, what are we doing here?" Kise asked curiously.
Riko rolled her eyes. "You're going to firsthand experience what you'll be doing almost everyday if you choose to join our agency. Now, you wear this scarf. Midorima-kun can change his glasses into these, and Akashi-kun should try this hat. Koganei, tie Murasakibara-kun's hair for him, will you? Aomine-kun, you wear the white scarf… yes, perfect."
"Manager, group or single?" Kagami questioned.
Riko just shrugged. "Group!"
Kagami nodded and adjusted his lenses.
"Now, go stand there!" Riko commanded before the five did as they were told. They all looked awkward – well, the only one who seemed to be adjusting well to the situation was Kise, as he shot several commercials with his band. "As for the rest, you should listen to Kagami-kun."
Kagami seemed to wonder what to do with the five, as he looked back and forth from the chair to the males. Then after a few seconds, he finally started talking.
"Akashi, you sit on the chair. Don't look that stiff, relax your shoulders… yeah, just like that. Put your arm on the handle and cross your legs. Act like a king sitting on his throne filled with dignity… yes exactly! Great. Stay like that. Midorima, put your right hand on the edge of the chair. Yes. And then use your left hand to hold your sunglasses, and pose as if you are about to take them off. Yeah, stay precisely like that."
He twisted the lenses a little, and continued. "Kise, you look good like that, but try holding onto your scarf and cover your lips a little with it. Look mysterious. Yeah, that looks better. Murasakibara, face the right a little more – your right, that is, and put your hand on Midorima's shoulder. Lastly, Aomine, hold the handle of the chair, and look sideways. Still look at the camera, though… and keep that glare. Yeah."
"One… two… three."
A click echoed through the room and the photo appeared on Riko's laptop screen. The brunette almost dropped the cup of coffee she was holding as she looked at the picture.
"Oh… god. Oh god. Junpei – I mean, boss, you've got to look at this. They look great! How are these guys just normal civilians with no experience?" She mumbled, as Hyuga grunted.
"They look good, I'll give you that much."
The five said 'models' gathered around the screen in curiosity. They were surprised to see themselves posed quite professionally. The photo was in black and white, giving off a very mysterious aura, as though beckoning viewers to stop and stare. With Akashi in the center with the rest surrounding him and the 'throne', the juxtaposition made the four models appear as though they were part of a secret organization straight out of horror-fantasy story.
"So, this is the talent you guys possess." Riko said in her clear voice. "I understand that some of you have a rather promising future ahead, but I don't think it's a bad idea to have another career for now, just in case." She shrugged as if she was just trying to give them advice, rather than a contract for a job.
Akashi paused. "Will you show me the sheet? The contract sheet that is." Riko grinned and handed him the packet of papers. He flipped through them and looked up at the brunette again.
"I live in Kyoto and Murasakibara-kun lives in Akita. How will you deal with that?"
"Wait, Akashi, I never said I would – "
"We have an apartment complex of some sorts for models that work for us. That can be your new home. We will also provide you with everything you need." Izuki was quick to respond.
"Salary?"
"That goes up the more you work."
Silence filled the room for only a short second.
"Very well." Akashi picked up the pen and signed the sheet. "I will work as model for your agency." The redhead glanced at the other four standing awkwardly behind him. He gave them an expectant look and Momoi nudged Aomine forward.
"Okay." They all stepped forward to sign, and Riko smiled.
"Welcome, to Seirin Modeling Agency."
End of Chapter.
Thanks again, to my beta-reader chrisalyscence or looking over and editing this chapter!
Just in case you guys are confused – Kuroko is a model here, and will work with the Generation of Miracles. They were classmates in middle schools, but weren't that close – which is why they aren't very friendly with one another – of course, Kise and Kuroko are the exception, which will be explained further throughout the story.
And yes, Kagami is a photographer here.
Please vote for who Kuroko should be paired with, as well! If you're too lazy to vote on the poll, review the name of the character!
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Until my next update,
-Meiko-