From birth, Kuroko Tetsuya knew that he wanted to fight the Titans. He'd always thought that the men from the Survey Corps always looked so cool when they got back from trips outside the walls, even if they were bloodied and defeated.

It was because they were so brave. They knew that they had little to no chance at all in victory, and yet they still fought. They still held onto some sort of hope that they could help humanity.

That was what Kuroko wanted to be like. Hopeful. Brave. Determined. Strong.

So, on his fifteenth birthday, he gladly signed up to go to the Teiko district's training camp. His mother had been devastated, of course, but she let him go. She wouldn't have ever done anything but support him, no matter what he chose, and though Kuroko knew she'd miss him, she understood his longing for a higher purpose, and he knew she'd be there waiting for him once he got the chance to come back and visit.

At least, that's what he'd hoped.

"Oi, Tetsu, you're off in your own head again."

The gruff voice called Kuroko back into reality, and he looked up to meet the navy blue gaze of Aomine Daiki. The tan young man was standing directly in front of the small bluenet, one hand on his hip and the other twirling a wooden knife in circles.

Kuroko shook his head apologetically and offered the taller boy a smile. "Sorry, Aomine-kun. Where were we?" he asked, remembering that they'd been in the middle of a training session.

"It's fine," he dismissed, waving one hand. "I was just trying to show you that one offensive technique that Nijimura-sensei said you needed to brush up on."

Kuroko sighed. It had been two months since he'd entered Teiko's training camp, and he hadn't been improving much. In fact, he was one of the worst trainees. He wasn't sure why Nijimura-sensei and the others hadn't booted him yet. He'd struggled with almost every single aspect of the training thusfar - he couldn't keep up when running, he found it hard to balance, he couldn't make deep enough nicks in the necks of the wooden Titans, he couldn't fight. Not to mention that he zoned out all the time in practice.

He speculated that he was only around still because of his lack of presence - perhaps the higher-ups just forgot about him, or felt bad enough for him that they kept him around.

As Aomine moved to demonstrate the technique, a flash of golden hair glinted in the sunlight, and the dark young man was suddenly tackled to the ground by a youth that Kuroko knew as Kise Ryota. They hadn't spoken too very much, but the guy had always been pretty pleasant. More so than some of the trainees, anyway...

"Sneak attack, Aominecchi!" Kise called as he held his own fake knife to Aomine's throat. "You need to be prepared at all times, or-!" He broke off in a girlish shriek when the tan boy twisted beneath the blond and flipped him onto the ground, successfully pinning him down. Kise automatically started bucking and struggling, and soon the two were rolling on the ground in a serious fistfight.

Kuroko couldn't bite back a grin as he watched them, tilting his head when Aomine planted a foot into Kise's face, and in return the blond grabbed a handful of Aomine's deep blue hair.

Approaching footsteps from behind caught Kuroko's attention, and he turned his head to see a shocking pair of green eyes that could only belong to Midorima Shintaro.

The prim and proper young man adjusted his glasses and narrowed his eyes at the fighting duo, then glanced over at Kuroko and nodded in his direction. "I seem to have lost my partner."

"Kise-kun was sparring with you, right?" Kuroko asked with a polite smile. While he and Midorima didn't necessarily get along, he had been taught to always be kind to everyone, no matter how they acted. He didn't exactly dislike Midorima, though - it was just something about him rubbed Kuroko the wrong way.

He received a nod in response, and then looked over at the blond and bluenet on the ground. "It doesn't look like they're going to stop anytime soon, though. Idiots."

"You could go get Akashi-kun to stop them. Or Nijimura-sensei," Kuroko offered softly, and Midorima nodded.

"I might just do that."

"There's no need." Kuroko felt chills run up and down his spine and turned to find that Akashi Seijuro was standing right behind him. He hadn't interacted much with the redhead, but just his very presence was... disconcerting. Some people might say that he wasn't entirely right in the head, although he was undeniably intelligent.

He was frightening, to say the least.

That was probably why he got so much say-so with the other trainees.

Akashi waved one hand at another sparring pair not too far away, and the purple-haired monster broke away from the shorter, dark-haired boy he was practicing with, and trotted over to them. Murasakibara Atsushi was one of, if not the biggest person Kuroko had ever seen in his entire life, and though he had spoken to the massive young man more than he had with Akashi, it didn't mean that he wasn't intimidating.

Once Murasakibara reached them, Akashi simply pointed down to the grappling pair on the ground and nodded his head. "Could you break this up? We need to resume our training."

"Sure, Aka-chin," he responded, took a deep breath, and leaned down to grab Kise by one ankle and Aomine by the back of his shirt, and lifted the two of them up before they could protest. Kise squealed; Aomine cursed.

"Murasakibaracchi!" Kise exclaimed gleefully, before twisting up to grab the hand that held his ankle and pulled himself up as if he were climbing a tree. "You saved me!" The purple-headed giant released his ankle just so that Kise could wrap both arms around his own.

Aomine was still struggling in his grip. "Put me down! I was winning!" he snapped furiously.

Kuroko blinked and tilted his head. "Aomine-kun, you were supposed to be helping me, remember?" he questioned, and saw the darker blue-haired teen's eyes widen before a sheepish grin broke out on his face.

"Sorry, Tetsu. Let's get back to that. Wouldn't want Nijimura-sensei to get onto us," he responded, and Murasakibara put him down on the ground.

Kise was still treating Murasakibara like his own personal jungle gym - until the giant shook him off and he tumbled onto the dusty ground at Midorima's feet. "Ah, Midorimacchi!" he chirped, his golden eyes wide as he spotted the green-haired young man. "Do you want to get back to training, too?"

The bespectacled young man shifted his glasses on the bridge of his nose and gave Kise the most self-righteous look Kuroko had ever seen. "I would've liked to have been doing that this entire time."

As Kise launched into an array of "I'm sorry!"'s and "please forgive me!"'s and "I'll do better next times!"'s, Kuroko took a glance back at Akashi, who appeared to be studying the other five teens with a watchful eye. He first looked at Murasakibara, then Aomine, then Midorima, then Kise, and finally Kuroko. Then, he nodded one time and then turned his back on them to walk off, back to his training partner - a silver-haired boy by the name of Haizaki.

Kuroko shivered and shook his head. Akashi gave him the creeps.

"Tetsu!" Aomine enunciated his name clearly and forcefully, his hands back on his hips and his eyes narrowed. "Pay attention every now and then, would ya?"

"I'm sorry, Aomine-kun..."

It was difficult to believe, but the five young men that Kuroko had just come into contact with were, in fact, the top five in the entire training camp. The most gifted, talented, strong, and able-bodied of them all. They were the perfect fighting team, and had drawn a lot of interest from many different districts. The higher-ups weren't sure yet if they were going to split them apart or send them all to the same place, or what, but they had put a lot of hope in those five.

Akashi Seijuro, however, had his own plans for them.

Hello, there! anim8or here. Welcome to my first crossover! I'm so excited to write this fic, and I promise it'll be better in the coming chapters. I had this idea yesterday, and was struggling about whether I wanted to write a KnB and Soul Eater fic, or a KnB an AoT fic.

AoT won out.

So, I'd really appreciate any feedback you give me! Feel free to read, review, fave, follow, pm me. I don't bite c:

Until next time,

God bless you and have a wonderful day,

anim8or