Me: Hey, y'all! I just wanted to try a Kuroko no Basuke SI-Oc fic, so here it is!
Summary: When told that she was going to die, she accepted it and wanted to stay dead. Fate had other plans for her. "Hi, senpai. Have you noticed me yet?" "…Get back to practice, Akashi." SI-Oc
Pairing/s: Fem! SI-Oc! Akashi x Nijimura
Disclaimer: I do not own the beauty known as Kuroko no Basuke. I do, however, own this fanfic, this idea, and my OC/s.
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Prologue
Elise Morgan was lying on a hospital bed, barely breathing and body aching as the doctors regrettably informed her mother that the former was dying. She heard her mother wail and accuse the doctors that they were lying. Pitifully, they shook their heads, and offered silence to comfort the abandoned woman.
It was a car crash. The green light had shone and their car moved forward, following the car in front of them. Suddenly, a loud honk was heard. She remembered looking past the tinted window to the right side of the car and seeing a large ten-wheeler truck headed towards them at a fast rate. She remembered her mother panicking and her father trying to move past the slow moving car in front of them.
And moments after, the collision happened.
She remembered people shouting and panicking. She recalled someone dialing an ambulance. But most of all, she remembered the pain and it hurt.
"Why are you leaving me, too?"
She had barely heard her mother utter those words, as the woman held her hand tightly – not wanting the girl to slip away while she watched.
'Too', Elise thought sadly. That meant that her father had not survived.
"I wish it was me, instead. You don't deserve this, Lis."
'You don't deserve it either,' Elise wanted to say, that is, if her tired mouth actually moved.
Silence followed, and she was getting a little tired.
It was only when she felt her mother's grip on her hand relax, that she knew her mother was not able to fight the tiredness of her body – which had gotten minor injuries from the crash.
Now that her mother had her eyes closed…
Now that her mother could not see her…
She succumbed to the darkness that followed, the darkness that would mark the end of her existence in this world.
She was finally going to rest in peace…
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…not.
When she died, she had expected to feel at peace – to feel nothing, actually. An eternal rest. A freedom from the pain she had suffered from in her final days. A luxury granted to her after everything she had underwent in life.
She did not expect this.
She remembered talks about reincarnation – how souls were recycled and given new life, but not necessarily in the time they were in. She found the idea impossible. If souls were simply reincarnated, surely that would mean that the population would have a certain limit to it? It would decrease, yes, but would it ever go past a certain extent?
Perhaps it was because of the fact that she did not understand reincarnation. Who did? No one she knew or knew about could have all the answers to all to her queries. If souls could exist in different timelines but in the same planet that they were born in, then she could accept the idea of reincarnation. The population change would not matter to her if such was the case.
She did not want this.
But despite this recent revelation of hers on the topic of reincarnations, why did it have to be her? She would have preferred to be reincarnated in a time and place where she could be with her mother – that was the desire deep within her.
So who was this gigantic woman, holding her in her arms? Who was this beautiful woman with the reddish brown hair and yellow orange eyes? What language was she speaking?
A man with dark red hair had popped into her view, standing right beside the woman, though from her angle of sight, he seemed so much taller. It was only then that she noticed a few other things – a hospital bed with green sheets, the coolness of the air released by the air conditioner, a nurse standing outside the door with a smile…
Then, it hit her. She was the child of these two people – a woman with a beautiful smile and a man with a cold look on his face.
She had wanted to cry out loud, to demand why she had been taken from her mother, to demand why she did not get the peace she expected, to demand just why it had to be her.
But she felt the peace within the warmth of the woman's hands. She liked it.
She supposed she could accept this woman as another mother, but that didn't mean she would completely forget about her first mother – Alice Morgan.
She then felt tired, and the last thing she heard was the soothing voice of her new mother, before she fell asleep.
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Life as a baby was rather dull for her. Eat, sleep, eat, sleep, eat, sleep… It was a monotonous cycle that did not provide for her any entertainment or enjoyment.
Perhaps the only thing that broke the constant cycle was when her mother would sing to her and read her stories – these came from picture books whose images she could understand but had words that she could not comprehend. The characters looked Chinese, but others didn't seem like it.
"Mukashi, mukashi, sono mata mukashi…" her mother began, as she sat on her lap, leaning back on her mother's belly.
Japanese, then, Elise thought. She had seen the cover of the book, and recognized it as a book her older brother had been studying when he took Japanese as an elective. Unfortunately, she could not remember the title.
The Tale of Urashimatarou? Was that it?, she wondered.
Her mother's reading was disrupted when the door opened and her father walked in with a stern look on his face.
"Well?" he asked her mother, as he locked his piercing gaze onto Elise.
Her mother bit her lip and sighed. "Masaomi, she's only been here for a few months. You can't expect her to just walk already."
"She is an Akashi. Personally, I would have preferred it if she were born a male, but because she is female, it is even more important for her to achieve excellence." Her father – Masaomi – had said sharply.
She had been here a few months. Was it three? Four? When did babies start walking? She was pretty sure they crawled first, but she knew that at this state of hers, she could barely move her limbs without getting tired easily.
Cons of being a baby, she supposed.
"Teach her, Shiori. In a week, I will come by again to assess her." Masaomi said, leaving immediately.
Her mother – Shiori – sighed again, stroking Elise's hair. "I'm sorry. He's just… disappointed. His father has been pushing him to get a male heir, and I can only get pregnant once. He's disappointed in me, I suppose."
'But no one can control it' was what Elise had wanted to say, but she had only released a few incomprehensible words.
Shiori giggled at her and hugged Elise. Shiori then frowned. "You know, once you grow up, you'll only have to go through so much hardships. The Akashi family had always strived for excellence. Because you are the sole heir, your father would only end up pushing you hard in all areas…"
Shiori sucked in a sharp breath. "I'll have to teach you to walk, then. No one can deny an Akashi… Come on, Seijuuro, let's try crawling first."
And as Elise was gently placed on the ground, it hit her.
Japanese.
Red hair.
Akashi.
Seijuuro.
She was Akashi Seijuuro.
Holy crap, she was Akashi Seijuuro, and she was in Kuroko no Basuke.
Oh my.
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Me: How was it? I mean, it's my first try at an SI fic, and at a Kuroko no Basuke fic, so I hoped I got the character's personalities right, at least the ones in this chapter.
Welp, what do you think of it so far? Please tell me in a review!
See you next time!