Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroko no Basuke in any way but this story belongs to me.
So I decided to make story...
And this time, it's on half-time travel because I'm evil and I thought out this full-blown mystery plot about how Kuroko attempts to change the future with evil forces(?) stopping him hurhur.
Of course, the other reason I wrote this was cuz I wanted to write about Middle school GOM cuz omg they are too precious.
especially Pure!mine. I swear, if he didn't change, he would be in a three-way tie against Kuroko and Akashi for my heart
SUMMER 2013
I hate Aomine. I hate Akashi. They are both douchebags I hate this manga why do I read it. Why can't I stop? Ogikun nooo
EDITED 01/15/2013
AHAHA Akashi DUNKS AHAHA
Kuroko must've felt so betrayed look at his shocked face he feels ready to get back onto that court to pulverize Akashi for breaking the shorty alliance's ethical code.
Tags:
GOM & Kuroko, Friendship bc plot-centric
Humor, Mystery, Suspense, Time travel, Fluff
Entry 1: An Ordinary Day
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Kuroko Tetsuya opened his shoe locker, ready to leave for basketball practice as he recalled the stifling ordinary day.
Considering how he slept through most of class, every day seemed that way, making him only more eager to feel alive at practice.
His powder blue locks briefly brushed against the door of his locker as he began to place his indoor shoes in, only to freeze.
He blinked.
There was something...in his locker.
Staring blankly at the rather expensive-looking manilla covering that framed the item and its delicate placement inside his empty cubby, he found that he could no longer deny it, it was definitely a letter-addressed to him.
Although a normal male student would've instantly began fidgeting nervously at the possibility of receiving a love letter, Kuroko Tetsuya merely glanced at it with curiosity. At least, like a normal male student, a hint of surprised flashed across his features. After all, with his lack of presence, the fact that someone would even be able to figure out the placement of his shoe locker was new to him.
His hand moved towards it, taking it out from the depths of his locker before gently folding it open and lightly skimming its contents.
Ever so slightly, his eyebrows lifted with bemusement.
...This was certainly beyond his expectation.
To the me of the past,
Hopefully you are beginning your second year at Teiko right now. Have you been well?
I'm writing this to you from three years into the future and yes, it isn't very long but despite that, in this world...a lot of things have changed.
That's why I'm writing to you, so you can help me change the past.
Kuroko's expression stayed unchanged. Was this a prank? The letter was typed in Times New Roman font, making it impossible to perform a handwriting check. Moreover, a letter claiming to be from the future itself was far too absurd to consider.
Yet as an avid lover of mystery novels, that only piqued his interest further as he read on with a face of intrigue.
But you probably won't believe me so easily. So before you decide to call this a prank, at the very least, please follow the instructions in this letter for one day.
April 20th
Today you ate lunch with the rest of the regulars on the basketball team. They helped you remember that you had left your indoor shoes in the gym.
You decided to not return it back to your shoe locker until school ended.
Kuroko blinked, eyes trailing to the indoor shoes in his hand. Indeed, he did leave it, and like it stated, the only reason he even came to his locker was to return it.
The cloud of doubt slight cleared.
He supposed he could at the very least observe.
After school, you have basketball practice again.
Akashi-kun won't be attending but Aomine-kun will be the first to arrive as usual. You'll find him with Midorima-kun by the benches.
Today will seem like a pretty normal day but it won't be.
Because today you will meet someone new.
You will meet a second year named Kise Ryouta.
Be it for better or for worse, even if you wanted to, you won't be able to forget his name.
"Oi, Aomine, have you seen Kuroko?" Midorima Shintaro asked or rather, demanded as he walked up to Aomine who was busying himself with stretching.
"Ah? No, but isn't that the whole point?" Aomine replied, getting up before craning his neck muscles around.
Midorima scowled. "Hmph, that's simply an excuse for being late, I'll have to make a record of that for Akashi," Midorima scoffed, referring to his duties as vice-captain since Akashi happened to be away at a Shogi tournament.
"Midorima-kun, as I said before, I was here the whole time, please don't make strange assumptions." Kuroko replied, instantly popping up from beside the verdant youth.
Midorima jolted up with a start. "K-KUROKO!" he gasped, clearly paling. "How many times have I told you not to appear from nowhere!" Midorima immediately composed himself, blending shock with anger.
"I didn't appear from nowhere, you just didn't notice me." Kuroko returned.
"Hey Tetsu!" Aomine greeted, holding out his fist while Kuroko bumped it in greeting.
"See Midorima, he was here the whole time so don't start writing random stuff down," Aomine smirked, slinging his arm around his partner's shoulders.
The disregarded vice-captain's eyes narrowed at the double-provocation. "Well, although I can't completely prove Kuroko's tardiness, I can prove both of you being disrespectful towards your vice-captain."
Aomine squinted. "Hah? Disrespectful? What are you even talking abou-"
Kuroko immediately knned him.
Aomine squealed. "The hell Tetsu!"
And a hand came mercilessly at his mouth, effectively silencing him.
"Midorima-kun you're really passionate about your new position," Kuroko expressed, completely ignoring Aomine. Although Aomine was quite oblivious, at times Midorima could not stand speaking to him for more than three minutes. Moreover, this time, it may cost them. It was best to draw his attention away.
"Hmph, of course. If I am given a task it is only natural to perform it to the best of my abilities," Midorima proudly announced. "Which reminds me, Kuroko starting from today, Akashi told me to assign you to a special role."
"A special role?" Kuroko asked, although in truth, he already had a feeling he knew what it was. Most likely, this was going to lead him to a meeting with "Kise Ryouta."
"Yes, you see, apparently one of the third-stringers scored extremely high on the last ranking test so he was appointed to first-string today. Akashi said that you are to be his personal trainer," Midorima explained.
"Hah? Oi doesn't that mean Tetsu won't be practicing with us?" Aomine suddenly intervened, clearly not content with the idea.
"True but they are Akashi's orders, it's not like we can do anything about them," Midorima sighed and with that one sentence, Aomine immediately stopped caring.
Well, it was Akashi after all and he was never wrong. Moreover, Aomine had learned enough through experience that not following them would probably lead to consequences, like that time where he collected all of Aomine's teachers who forced a mound of homework onto him right before the summer.
"Akashi-kun's orders…then who is it Midorima-kun?" Kuroko asked-just for the heck of it.
"He's called K—"
"Aominecchi!" In an instant, from across the court, an effervescent voice practically jumping with joy rang out as the trio turned to a male the same age as them, blond hair bouncing around attractively, revealing a single silver earring every now and then.
"Hah? Kise?" Aomine raised a brow, surprised by the blond's sudden appearance.
Midorima and Kuroko turned to him.
"Aomine, you already knew the first-stringer?" Midorima asked.
"Of course! Aominecchi and I go way back!" Kise exclaimed, answering for the male before he was whacked in the head.
"Hah? I only met you two weeks ago! And how many times do I have to tell you to not add the 'cchi'?" Aomine demanded but it was clear that the two were still somewhat close.
"Ehh but I told you that I add 'cchi' to the people I respect, shouldn't you be happy?" Kise brightly beamed.
"Why would I be happy to have such a creepy nickname?" Aomine retorted, causing the blond to make a rather irritating face, allowing a strange badinage to form between the two.
Clearly wanting to begin his shooting practice, Midorima cleared his throat, attempting to catch their attention but yes, attempting because it proved to be of no avail.
Sadly, he wasn't Akashi and that spoke a world's difference for the colorful personalities of the two.
"It's no good Midorima-kun, you have to do it like this," Midorima heard Kuroko say before the youth vanished. The green-head's heard sudden yelps of pain resound in the room.
"OWW!" the bantering duo cried, feeling the sharp pain of being kneed in weakest part of the human body.
"OI TETSU! You did that didn't you?!" Aomine scowled, eyes glaring daggers at the boy who blankly glanced back at him, reappearing right next to Midorima.
"Aomine-kun, I would have to be an idiot to admit to that," Kuroko bluntly retorted.
Midorima stared at him. Kuroko might've actually been the most terrifying after Akashi.
"Eh? There was a fourth person here?" Midorima suddenly heard Kise utter before he whipped back at the blond whose eyes reflected confusion.
Midorima sighed with a smile drawn on his lips. Well it was their "phantom 6th man" after all.
"Yes, but this makes things easier. Kise Ryouta. This is Kuroko Tetsuya and to commemorate your promotion to first-string, he will be your personal trainer." Midorima announced, causing a clear frown to crease the model's pretty face.
Who wouldn't?
Kise was smart, he knew exactly what Midorima meant by a "personal trainer" but…the more he looked at Kuroko's small build the more confused he became. Why was it someone so short and had a presence close to air?! "Eh but—"
"Heh, aren't you lucky now Kise? You get to train with my partner," Aomine smirked, slinging his arm around the teen once more.
Kise frowned. How could such a weak-looking guy be considered Aomine's partner?! He joined the team because of how ridiculously strong he was yet he considered this scrawny being his partner?!
"Well, nice to meet you, Kise-kun," Kuroko greeted, giving him a polite bow.
Kise wanted to protest, he needed to but suddenly, as if he reached an epiphany, his smile instantly brightened.
Since this "Kuroko Tetsuya" was considered Aomine's partner and by the looks of it, clearly a regular, Kise instantly found him to be extremely fascinating. Besides, if Kise recalled, the captain of the basketball team was um…short as well and nobody dared to comment about that so there had to be something interesting about the boy!
"Nice to meet you too Kuroko-kun!" Kise exclaimed, flashing the most bedazzling smile he could manage.
Sadly, around 15 minutes later, Kise realized that he was wrong…very wrong.
The boy couldn't play basketball to save his life.
[-]
Kise-kun is a very fast-learner, you will notice that he can copy any move he sees after one glance however, because of that, it can be conversely said that he is very impatient.
His personality is a bit too free and thus will not bother to be polite around those he doesn't acknowledge.
During practice, he will constantly try to sneak away and attempt to play with Aomine-kun and will soon grow to be a bit impertinent.
But that is not necessarily a bad thing. You will notice that once you see him play because first and foremost, Kise Ryouta is definitely a genius.
Kuroko stared at the contents of the letter with a slight smile. It seems that the letter really was sent from the future. It seemed to have held the exact impression Kise Ryouta had left on Kuroko.
Sure enough, Kise did attempt to sneak off but that was easily prevented by the boy since he knew that from the contents of the letter. He wasn't even all that bothered by Kise's sudden bored and lethargic attitude but more than that, how could he after watching Kise play? Kuroko didn't need Akashi's "Emperor Eye" to know that slowly and surely, Kise Ryouta would someday become an amazing basketball player.
Although Kuroko did feel a bit envious of Kise's abilities and his monstrous growth, with a smile he glanced up at the dusk-ridden sky, standing by the door of the deserted 4th gym.
Well, mulling over that wouldn't have changed a thing. Anyways, right now, it was the beginning of their time.
"Hey Tetsu, how did you do on your first day as a personal trainer?" Kuroko heard a voice ask from inside, a basketball rolling out towards him.
Kuroko picked it up and strode inside. "It was interesting Aomine-kun. Kise-kun does have a lot of potential after all," Kuroko voiced."In fact, I think I have an idea for a new pass."
"Oh?"
There was a definite laugh in the voice as Kuroko came face to face with Aomine Daiki, and his smile that radiated sun.
"Then show me Tetsu!" Aomine grinned, readying himself to catch his partner's pass.
"Of course, Aomine-kun."
Although something new will happen today, in the end it will be the same.
As usual, you will play basketball and repeatedly have the time of your life. It is what you love after all.
Do you believe me now?
Because you have to if you plan on reading the next part—where these "usual" days will shatter into bits.
In the future, you will hate basketball.
It will steal those important to you.
It will send you to despair.
Yet even so, you will play, because for you love and hate are merely on opposite sides of the very same coin.
So instead of changing basketball, please change the past in my stead and save…the Generation of Miracles.
Owari.
Note: Since I realized that a lot of reviews have asked about this story's similarity to ORANGE by Takano Ichigo, the answer is: "Surprisingly, that was a coincidence since I never read it till after I wrote this chapter (And it was really awesome)"
I must admit, the beginning is shockingly similar but, now that I've actually read ORANGE, I can confidently say that this will go in quite a different direction. ;D
Preview:
Irregularities-After a week has passed, Kuroko began to notice some strange irregularities about the letter while Akashi began to notice Kuroko's new ability to "predict the future". Yet even so, the story plows on as Kise, clearly not impressed with his personal trainer was forced to partner up with him for a game. There, for the first time in his life, despair will wash over him...yet at the same time, hope will too.
Thank you for reading this!
I will update this story as soon as I can, so please lend me your support as well!
Infinite Skye.
