SUMMARY

[Orange AU] Out of seven people, six people received the letters sent to them from their 26 year old selves in the future. They warned them that someone from the Generation of Miracles is fated to die, and that they must save him. Now, it's a race against time to save the person they most dearly love.


AUTHOR'S NOTE

This is a Kuroko no Basuke fanfiction with most of the plot line taken from the anime and manga Orange. Major warning however, I have changed the plot line slightly to be more original and suspenseful. The name of the person who dies will be unknown until the end or unless a character's letter reveals the name. Other notes, there are seven members of the Generation of Miracles. In my count, I did include Momoi and Kuroko simply because I feel like they belonged in the group. These two also play a huge factor in the plot, and you'll see why in this chapter. Teiko is now a high school, and the Miracles do play basketball together there. Several other members from other teams will be making appearances as well at Teiko, some more important than others. Lastly, there are pairings in this fic. The main pairing that I will focus on is AkaKuro, while the secondary one is MidoTaka. There will be mentions of MuraHimu and AoKise, though I probably won't say it exclusively.

Because Orange and Kuroko no Basuke are known for the mentions of certain psychological conditions, this fanfiction will include them as well. Many of them are canon, while others are speculations. This list is mostly finalized, with the exception of minor characters that I have not realized existed and given them a proper backstory to. However, the following are definites. Many chapters of this fic will have an asterisk in the author's note with the exact conditions and disorders that the chapter will mention. If at some point you refuse to read a chapter because of something, please PM me asking for a summary of the chapter. I'd be more than glad to give you one. I also aplogize in advance if any of these have been depicted wrongly. Please also tell me if I have depicted a scene wrong, so that I can change it immediately.

List: Suicide, depression, anxiety, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD), Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD), Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID), Binge Eating Disorder, Self Esteem and Abandonment Issues, Alcohol Abuse.

I do not own Kuroko no Basuke or the characters, nor do I own Orange.


APRIL 6

Six envelopes made their way into the possession of six people the night before. Most of them noticed the letter addressed to them before they departed the house, but thought nothing of it as they walked to school that morning with their group of friends. Some of them left their letters in their room, others found it wise to at least bring the letter with them, in case it was important. As they left their houses for the opening ceremony, they gathered each other to walk to school as the friends they were. After all, they were famously known as the Generation of Miracles on the court, but mismatched friends off the court.

This morning was not unusual at all for the Generation of Miracles. The light and shadow duo, Aomine Daiki and Kuroko Tetsuya, were messing around as usual (more so of the former than the latter). Midorima Shintaro was gripping his lucky item tightly as he bickered with Murasakibara Atsushi and his poor eating habits. Meanwhile, Kise Ryota was attracting quite a bit of attention as fangirls screamed all around him. Akashi Seijuro, the captain of the Generation of Miracles, ordered him to shoo his fans away, and without verbal complaint, Kise did just that.

The rainbow group of friends were attracting quite a bit of attention, not just Kise and his model status. An odd bunch like them with rainbow colored hair would stand out a lot in a place like Tokyo, and more so in the more rural areas of the nation. Either way, seeing the amount of people's stares, Akashi hurried the group to reach the school so to lessen the amount of weird stares that they were receiving. As usual, most of them were oblivious to said stares, but moved quickly because it was Akashi who commanded it.

"We should have just gotten a limo if you wanted to make us move that fast," Aomine groaned.

Kuroko jabbed him in the side, earning a yelp from his light.. "Aomine-kun, that would be imposing on his things and lifestyle. It would not be polite." Aomine grumbled, but didn't argue.

The Generation of Miracles filed into the auditorium and sat in their respective seats, waiting for the the opening ceremony to start for the semester. Several people noticed them on the way in and pointed them out, but no one stopped to talk to them. Mostly, the Generation of Miracles were focused on their own group, fixing people's uniforms (like Aomine's and his scruffiness), and other things they had to do. Midorima Shintarou, the shooting guard in the Generation of Miracles, was holding a flower scented Air Wick as his lucky item for the day. Seated next to Akashi, who was also the student council president, he was preparing the redhead for his speech to the incoming first years.

A half hour later, the opening ceremony began. The ceremony was not interesting, to say the least, even for Akashi and his speech. The only memorable moment was the fact that Momoi Satsuki, the manager for the Generation of Miracles, did not attend. Aomine contacted her during the ceremony, wondering where she was. Momoi hasn't responded yet.

"Nothing's wrong with Momoicchi, right?" Kise asked the group, but no one replied.

"Sacchin's probably sick or something," Murasakibara guessed.

Now, the students were expected to spend the afternoon in homeroom, getting familiar with school procedures before the semester officially started tomorrow. The Generation of Miracles were spread out among the five homerooms for their year. Akashi and Midorima, along with the absent Momoi, were in the same class.

Akashi and Midorima had chosen their seats in the class, next to each other, and were talking when someone interrupted them. "Sorry I'm late, everyone!" a girl huffed from the doorway. Akashi and Midorima recognized the girl as Momoi, and greeted her politely. As Momoi explained why she was late (she overslept), the homeroom teacher entered the room. The class quieted down almost instantaneously and rose for the teacher.

"Good afternoon, teacher," the class chorused, and the teacher proceeded with affairs from there.


After the day ended, the loud squeaks of basketball shoes hitting the floor in the gym were heard even outside the first string gym. Akashi was running drills for their members, and they were currently doing suicides. Midorima was evaluating the Generation of Miracles's performances during practices, while Akashi focuses on the bigger picture. Kise, Aomine, and Murasakibara were doing well in suicides, but Kuroko was close to passing out on the court. As a result, Momoi pulled him aside.

Once everyone had completed the normal amount of suicides, there was a five minute water break. Kise was lying flat on his back on the bench, panting.

"Why is training so hard, Aominecchi," he whispered and whined into Aomine's ears, far away from Akashi's hearing range.

Aomine, choosing not to respond verbally and take the risk, texted the blonde kid his response. Usually his responses provoke some fake tears from Kise as well, and this one was no different. Kuroko had to jab him to make him stop before he really did capture everyone's attention.

"Kurokocchi, sometimes I really do envy you," Kise blurted out spontaneously.

"How so?" Kuroko asked.

Kise opened his mouth to respond, but Aomine covered it with his hand. "Shut up before Akashi hears." Kise tried to whine too, but Aomine didn't move. "I'm saving you from more. Shut the hell up."

That shut Kise up for a while.

Midorima came around to the bench, taking a huge swig of water. "Fools. You make too much noise," he complained.

The whistle blew as Midorima was speaking, and Akashi was standing by the free throw line. He was holding a basketball in his hand. Behind him stood Momoi, clipboard in hand, and the entire second string in their jerseys.

It didn't take a detective to figure out what was going on. Akashi had planned a match of first string versus second string, and now was game time. The Generation of Miracles stripped off their white t-shirts, donning their jerseys. Some of the first string players dashed into the locker room, putting on their jerseys.

Akashi stepped towards the first string bench. Momoi would be handling everything with the second string, along with their sub-captain. "Aomine, Midorima, Murasakibara, Haizaki, and I will be starting today's match. Kise and Kuroko, you two will be subbed in when we need it. The rest of you are on reserve for now. Is that clear?"

"Yes, captain!" several members responded.

The starting members entered the court, along with the second string's chosen members. Teiko's official coach, Shirogane, acted as referee for the match. Tossing the ball into the air, the match began.

It was not much of a match since the Generation of Miracles were playing their second string. Though they weren't bad players, they were not first string material yet. Plus, it was really a chance for the second string to get better. Akashi needed new blood in first string, especially since he was short in a couple of positions.

At the end of the game, Akashi called for a meeting of both first and second string. There, he surprised everyone by saying that he would treat that game as a placement test, and thus he promoted three people to first string right on the spot.

"Takao Kazunari. Hyuuga Junpei. Himuro Tatsuya. Congratulations on your promotion to first string. Please await further instructions from myself and Coach Shirogane in a few minutes. Other than that, practice is finished for the day. Go home and get some rest. Well done everyone," Akashi announced.

The new additions celebrated their promotion to first string, while others congratulated them. Many of the second string players had been shocked at the announcement of the promotion, but believed that they deserved their spots in first string.

The Generation of Miracles, save for Akashi, headed back into the locker room to change into their uniforms. Kise recapped a couple good dunks during the game, while Aomine argued over how childish some of them looked. Murasakibara complained about the noise level from them, saying how he would squish them if they didn't shut up. Of course, he had a maiubo in his hand right after the game. Midorima ordered all of them to clean up the locker room before they left that night.

"Dai-chan!" Momoi called out when the Miracles left the locker room, bags in tow. "Let's go home." Aomine stared at his childhood friend as if she was crazy. He didn't feel like leaving yet. Momoi glared at him until she caught sight of Kuroko, which was rare. His lack of presence still made him hard to find, even though they've been friends for a year now. "Tetsu-kun!" she called out, leaping onto the phantom player.

"Momoi-san," Kuroko said, not moving from his position. Aomine forced Momoi off of him, complaining about how she was making him uncomfortable. "Do you want to walk home with us?" he asked politely.

"Yes," she said instantly. Taking a good look around her, at the rest of the Miracles who were watching, she invited the rest of them along. "Mukkun, Midorin, Ki-kun, Akashi-kun, let's go home together."

Akashi thought about it for a moment. "Of course, Momoi," he replied, allowing himself to indulge in the moment for now. The others agreed, after hearing their captain accept the invitation. After all, it was rare that Akashi Seijuro came along with them.

They headed towards the park, located in a central part of Tokyo. Though the city was bustling that night with street music, flashing lights, and crowds of people, they didn't seem to mind it. The Generation of Miracles stopped by the usual convenience store, and Murasakibara ended up buying the popsicles for tonight after a game of rock-paper-scissors.

"What flavor do we want?" Murasakibara drawled.

"Strawberry," was the unanimous decision.

Murasakibara disappeared into the store, leaving the rest outside. He returned a minute later, two boxes of popsicles in a bag. Everyone reached in for one box, knowing how much Murasakibara would be protective of the other box.

Kise ripped the wrapper off his popsicle and started eating. Aomine licked his, savoring the cold, sweet flavor of the popsicle. Kuroko stood next to him, doing the same thing. Akash bit into his popsicle.

"Wonder what would happen if we didn't play basketball. Like, what if we played soccer? Or Kurokocchi was a genius player at checkers and I was a volleyball star," Kise asked. "Would we have met?"

The others gave some thought to it. "We might have, at some point," Midorima replied. "Some of us share classes, nanodayo."

"Yeah, Tetsu's in my class this year!" Aomine exclaimed, hugging Kuroko by the neck. Kuroko complained about not being able to breathe, and Aomine let go of his shadow.

Kise's jaw dropped. "But I want another class with Kurokocchi!" he whined. "I got stuck with Murasakibaracchi."

"Eh?" Murasakibara asked. "Oh, Kise-chin. We sit near each other in class."

"But would we talk to each other?" Kise asked, getting serious again.

"Most likely not, due to our differences in personality and tastes," Akashi answered. "Some of us have noticed, but we even as a group have clashing personalities. It's a wonder how we stay together, as a matter of fact." Kuroko nodded, agreeing with the statement.

"Akashi-kun is right in his thinking, as always," Kuroko said. "But he is also stupid sometimes. We could have been oddly paired up, or we could have been interested in each other's clubs. We don't know, which makes the future like that interesting. Our decisions are deciding our present, and they will decide our future."

Everyone was silent for moments afterwards. Whenever Kuroko speaks, it's intelligent, or at least it is a good portion of the time.

Aomine finished his popsicle first, and tosses the stick into the trash can after realizing that he didn't win. Kise followed after him. Soon, all the Miracles had finished their popsicles, including Murasakibara and his extra box. Meanwhile, no one really said anything. Kuroko had indeed set the mood to dark.

"We should go to the arcade one night," Kise offered. "Let's do that next week." Some of them responded with maybes, and one with a definitive yes (Aomine).

"Let's go home for the night, though," Akashi stated. "It's getting late."

"Yes, mother," Aomine teased the point guard, earning one of Akashi's scary looks.


Momoi laid in bed that night, the letter open in her hand. She had been late today and purposefully missed the opening ceremony because she thought it was vital that she read the letter. Clearly, she had been correct in her thinking, because the letter contained important information.

Sprawled out on her bed, she stared at her ceiling. Thoughts ran through her head, and the events of today only kept adding to the situation. The elusiveness of the letter, and what Kuroko had said today, Momoi had to wonder if what the letter said was true.

Dear Momoi Satsuki,

To the me that is in high school, how are you? I am writing this to you from ten years in the future. If you're wondering why I am writing, it is because I have something that I need you to do. I hope you don't repeat the same mistakes I did, for it will only lead up to the current future. And that future, you will end up carrying a lifetime of regret. Ten years in the future, one of the Miracles will no longer be by your side. Please don't let the important things go by so easily. Please watch over them closely. Please choose the right path.

April 6: You will wake up late because the alarm clock is broken. Nigou broke it. You miss the opening ceremony, but your homeroom class is with Akashi and Midorima. During practice, Akashi will promote 3 second stringers to first string.

Today's future was spot on, Momoi admitted. She suspected the future version of her was still as good as ever with picking up information, since it was detailed like she does now. But the authenticity of the letter and some contents, she didn't want to believe. She doubted the idea of time travel. Even more, she doubted how one of them was gone in the future.

It wasn't true, right? Who was the dead person? How did she acquire that much regret? Was that much even possible? What was going on between the Generation of Miracles?

Momoi dug through the pages of the letter. Some of them fell to the floor as she read them, searching for the answers she desperately needed. She found the last page, scanning through it multiple times. The last date written was the day after the Winter Cup ended, and it so happened to be the day the person died. To Momoi's shock, however, the person who died still wasn't listed.

"How could my future self extract that kind of information?" she cursed. "Momoi Satsuki, tell me this instant! Tell me who dies!"

Momoi Satsuki, someone who dearly cares for all of her friends and teammates, was left sobbing by the edge of her bed. The letter ended up covering a good portion of her bed and floor, dripping in tear stains as if it was weeping too.


AUTHOR'S NOTE

Did you like it? I'm excited to write this, especially since I love suspenseful stories. Please review if you want a faster update!