Disclaimer: Kuroko no Basuke is written and illustrated by Tadatoshi Fujimaki, published by Shueisha. Nothing belongs to me, but my fanfics and OCs are mine.

Possible Genres: Romance, Drama, Action, Shoujo, Crime, Girls with Guns…

Update note (December 28, 2015): Dear Readers, this story was written before KnB Season 3. (I finally finished season 3 today too!) So, Akashi was written differently... In the beginning of the story, it took me a while to capture everyone's character, especially with Akashi and Kagami. I have been told my chapters are like drabbles, which is true too. LOL Someone was even bored while reading and skipped around. So, if you're planning on reading my fanfic, please be aware of these comments made by the honest reviewers.

On the contrary, a couple of reviewers said that I was good at keeping the others in character and that I can handle so many of them rather well. Or good enough, anyway. By many, I mean the Kuroko no Basket characters.

Another warning, I have too much OCs. XD

I was thinking about rewriting the whole thing, but that's too much work and no one may not even be interested in this fanfic anymore. So, I will just continue where I left off. Plot holes will definitely pop up because it's been months since I stopped writing at Chapter 94.

That is all. Thanks for reading this note~!

"Talking"

'Thinking'

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Chapter 1: Get A Girlfriend!

Spring. It was that time of the year again. The students of Kaijō High were gathered in front of the school. Many different clubs were anxious to recruit new first year members.

In a certain booth of the basketball club, their ace was not around to help. The reason was they had told Kise he would only attract his fans around the booth so he had to stay away. Just so the path was clear to the first years. They did not even need Kise to be around. Every first year students, who were interested, knew who the Copycat Kise Ryouta was. The basketball booth was already filled with many people and everything was progressing very well.

"Ahhh, I'm so bored," Kise complained, sighing to the ceiling. He was leaning against a glass wall on the second floor hallway. Glancing back, he watched all of the clubs exciting recruiting the first year students who were going around.

It was going to be an exciting year. The final year. And the final basketball games. But there was something lacking. Kise gazed off into the distant and felt like he was a white room all by himself. 'What will I do after graduating?' the blonde thought to himself, softening his face expression.

He realized he had not planned out his future. Always playing basketball, it was a sport he loved so much. Playing forever would be nice. Playing with all of his friends. But what then? Should he enter the National Games? How would he do that? Though, he still had a modeling life. He could always do that too.

And what about his friends? Would they go on their separate paths? Go get a job or go to a university to play more basketball? Maybe even marry someday and have kids?

Kise smiled at the thought of having kids. "It would be nice," he talked to himself, feeling like he was in a happy place. After a second, he lost his smile. "I can't even imagine Aomine-cchi getting marry…!" Let alone seeing Aomine being romantic to any girls.

Picturing his other friends getting married, Kise could only see Kuroko marrying off. Kise could see himself being married, but it seemed impossible for the rest of the Generation of Mircales. Kagami could cook, so he would definitely marry someone someday.

"This is bad," Kise covered his mouth, a little frightened. 'I bet none of them had girlfriends before! Their romance youth is going to waste!' If they do not experience their first time before high school is over, they might end up having a big drama later in the future. Handling girls was harder than one would think. 'Even Senpai is trying to look for a girlfriend and he's having his own troubles!'

Walking down the emptied hall, Kise took out his yellow cell phone. He had to let his friends know about this as soon as possible. Dialing away, Kise put his phone to his ear. After the fifth ring, someone picked up.

"What do you want?" Midorima's voice came on.

"Midorima-cchi! Get a girlfriend!" Kise demanded. There was short pause. And then Kise heard a click and the connection were cut off. "Wha—wait!" he sighed and dialed again. There was no answer though. Kise sighed heavily and rubbed the back of his head.

During the first break between classes, Kise called the next person in his seat of the back room, which was close to the door.

"Yeaaah?" Aomine answered lazily.

Kise smiled happily, "Aomine, have you ever had a girlfriend before?"

"…Uhhh, I don't think so," he replied, as if trying to remember something. "Cause none of the girls I know have big boobs."

Slapping his own face, Kise could only utter, "Aomine-cchiiii…"

"Why?" he asked, yawning right after. "If you're hooking me up with someone, she better have big boobs or—"

Kise hung up on him and sighed to himself.

Before heading out to eat lunch, Kise was still in his seat and was now calling the next person. When the person on the other side picked up, Kise questioned, "Murasakibara-cchi, have you ever wanted a girlfriend?"

"Eh? Kise-chin, that's the very first thing you say before greeting me?" Murasakibara questioned him instead.

"Well, I—"

"You DISTURBED my snack time just for a single question?" he sounded almost angry.

Kise hung up right away with a sweat drop. "Sounds like he wasn't in a good mood," Kise chuckled uneasily. He checked his contact list and stared at Akashi's name for a long moment. "I… I can't bring myself to ask him…" Kise then tried to call Kuroko.

"Yes, Kise-kun?" his voice came on.

"Kuroko-cchiiii!" Kise started to whine. "You're the only kind person in the world!"

There was a pause. "Is there something you want?" Kuroko asked normally.

"Oh, yeah," Kise remembered, smiling to himself. "I was wondering if you're interested having a girlfriend. You never had one, right?"

"Umm," Kuroko took a moment. "No."

"Great, then you should try to find one," Kise chuckled. "Want me to hook you up with anyone? I should have a good amount of girls on my list somewhere…"

Kuroko then said, "No, thank you. I already have Momoi-san."

There was a long silence between them. Kise squinted his eyes, "Come again?"

"I'm saying it's all right, Kise-kun," Kuroko told him.

Kise was getting excited and looked out the window. "What's this?" he teased. "Did something spark between you and—" Kuroko hung up and Kise moved his phone and stared at it. "What just happened?"

Without a second delayed, Kise called Momoi. "Yes?" Momoi answered cheerfully.

"Did something happen between you and Kuroko-cchi recently?" Kise quickly inquired.

"Eh?" she sounded unsure. "What do you mean?"

Kise sighed, "Uh… never mind." Maybe it was something else.

"Ki-chan?"

He smiled and said, "Sorry, Momoi-cchi. I was just mistaken."

"Geez, then don't call," she complained. "I'm now paying per minute here. Call me only if it's an emergency, okay?"

"Got it," he lightly laughed. "Later."

"Bye bye!" she happily said.

After closing his cell phone, Kise let out a sigh. His friends were a bit hopeless. Maybe they would never find a girlfriend and experience that kind of love. 'How sad…' he thought with a dead smile. 'I guess we're all into basketball too much.' Something like putting their love for basketball before the love of a girlfriend.

But Kise did not want to admit defeat. At least once, he just wanted his friends to get a taste of the affection of a girl. Kise made a fist and determinedly stood up.

After school, Kise walked back home alone. Maybe he can get his sisters to think of an idea for his friends. Walking pass a small jewelry shop, Kise looked through the glass windows. There was only one customer in there, a girl in a brown shirt and gray pants. She was touching a silver chained necklace with a single small white feather. Before he averted his eyes, he started to find her back a bit familiar.

When the girl stopped touching the silver chained necklace, she moved to leave the shop. Around her left shoulder was her dark blue bag. She walked out the front door that had a bell and she walked pass Kise with a blank expression. "Tomimura! Is that you?"

She stopped walking and stood very still for a moment. Kise went around and faced her. Slowly looking up at the tall blond haired guy, she knew she recognized his voice. "Kise-san? …You look the same," she backed away one step.

He looked at her dead serious eyes. Her pupils were blue-violet and her dull, light brown hair reached around her neck. "Wow, I didn't think I ever see you again!" Kise brightly smiled at her. "Tomimura Mizuki, was it? Where did you transfer?"

"To a high school where no good-looking guys lurk," she replied plainly as she looked away with boredom.

Kise chuckled, "What does that mean?" She gave him a dry look and he stared back at her curiously. "…Tomimura, would you like to have dinner with me sometime so we can catch up?" Kise smiled.

She studied at him carefully. He simply smiled right back at her. "…No thanks," she walked away casually.

Standing in complete confusion for a moment, he followed her closely. "Wait, what?" he asked, looking baffled. "Why did you turn me down?"

They were not even as close as friends. That was what she believed. "I don't know why I would NOT turn you down," Tomimura said, reaching into her bag. Taking out a book, she opened it and she pretended to read.

Kise sighed to himself, "Huh… you're the second person to actually reject me."

"I'm not sure if I should be flattered," she made a dry expression. "So, Kise-san, who was the first to reject you?"

"Oh," he smiled brightly. "He's a friend of mine! Kuroko-cchi!"

Tomimura sighed at him. "I never seen someone talk about his or her first rejection with such a radiant smile before," she mumbled. And it was a boy Kise was talking about. The popular model just keeps getting weirder and weirder.

"So, why did you turn me down?" he inquired, raising an eyebrow. There had to be a reason. He was not planning to let her go easily until she answered. Was he lacking something? Did she like guys who would give her the cold shoulder, like how she was doing to him now? Or maybe she was not interested in guys?

Closing the book as hard as she could, she faced him and they both stopped walking. "Because you're too good-looking, Kise Ryouta," she pointed right into his chest.

He blinked innocently at her. "Good to know… And?"

"I can't handle the drama that comes to people like you," she told him, her hand returning to her side. "And it would simply brew trouble. My life will never be the same if I'm around you too much. Now, goodbye forever."

Before she turned away, he slightly got ahead of her and they kept their distances. "Hold on," he smiled, chuckling. Her serious face stayed on her face and he gulped. "Um… then can you help me with one thing?" This was probably a good chance.

She narrowed her eyes, "Why?"

"For breaking my heart with your rejection!" he touched his chest with his right hand. His eyes were now as serious as her. "So, will you just do me one favor? I need help, Tomimura!"

Folding her arms to her chest, she stared at him closely. His determined eyes were still burning like fire. With a grunt, she asked, "What is it?"

"Do you have any friends?" he beamed.

"I won't let you near ANY of my friends," she hissed, grabbing the collar of his shirt.

He slightly jumped and she let him go. "No, no, not like that," he smiled nervously. She was always the tough type. So she had not change at all. "I… need to get my friends to experience dating a girl for once."

"So?" she narrowed her eyes at him. This conversation was going to bore her to death.

"They never had a girlfriend before!"

"Uh-huh, I hear you," she frowned to the side. Not being surprised, some people may never have a girlfriend or a boyfriend either. She did not care about it though.

Kise sighed at her and rubbed the back of his neck. "I was wondering if you can get a few of your friends… and I can get mines… and do a mixer…" he slowly explained as if he was thinking out loud. He actually had not plan this yet, but it sounded pretty good to him already.

"Sorry, no," Tomimura shook her head at him. "I don't have a lot of friends who may be interested. Are we done now?"

"Aw, come on!" Kise was on the verge of tears.

She glared, "Kise-san, please find someone else. You have a lot of fans who would do exactly what you say."

He rubbed his face and looked at her with his hands waving. "But their my fans, see?" he pointed out, his eyes pleading. "I don't mean to say this, but I don't think it's right to ask them to come along. My fans wouldn't pay attention to my friends."

"Those fans of yours can't be that senseless," Tomimura gave him a bored look. "Though, I think you may have a point."

"Yeah?" Kise smiled brightly. "That's why I'm asking you…" He paused and blinked. "Are your friends my fans too?"

"They don't watch any basketball games," she replied, smirking a little. "They never had seen a game on television either."

Kise smiled even more, "Then you and your friends are perfect for the job!"

Looking as if he trapped her, she had a long silence. "…Kise-san," she sighed, raising a hand to pause their conversation.

"Tomimura, pleaseeee?" he winked, looking even more desperate. "We had the same class in our second year. You're the only girl who I actually talked to more."

"Because we were stuck being partners," she reminded, rubbing her own face. "That was actually torturous."

Kise's mouth open in shock, "What? Really?"

She looked at him and to the side. After a moment, she grunted and looked at him again. He was still wearing a puppy face. She started to recall that year. It was during their second year in the beginning of school. His fans were jealous of Tomimura because she was his partner for a long-term project. She got bullied a bit, but then Kise saw it happened and stopped his fans. They stopped bothering her ever since. For being so popular, it was his fault to begin with. But Tomimura did want to repay him for being a good person and did what was right.

"…Alright," she closed her eyes, rubbing her face.

"Really?" he nearly exclaimed.

She nodded, gazing at him with another bored expression. "Just this once," she told him, pointing a finger up between them.

He laughed, almost taking her hand until she quickly moved it away. "Thank you so much, Tomimura! You won't regret this!"

"I hope I don't," she sighed deeply.

"Do you still have my number?" he blinked with a smile.

She stared at him blankly. "…I deleted right after our long-term project," she recalled.

Kise looked hurt. "Why would you do that?" he asked, taking his yellow cell phone out.

"Why would I need it?" she squinted her eyes at him. There was no meaning in keeping such a thing.

"Here," he smiled, clicking away on his cell. "I'll give it to you again. Just so we can contact each other for the mixer."

Being quiet for a second, she blinked at him as he getting his number ready. "…Kise-san, why in the world do you still have my number?" she questioned cautiously.

He smiled, "I don't delete a friend's number."

Tomimura nodded at him, "Interesting. I never really thought you as a friend before."

"Hey, that's just mean!" he said, his eyes getting teary. She said nothing and he gestured his phone to her. "Come on, are you ready to take my number?"

"I guess so," she sighed, taking her yellow cell phone out.

Kise smiled, "Hey, we have the same color! I forgot about that!"

"No, my yellow is a brighter color," she shot a glare to him. He showed his cell to her and she clicked on the buttons to type down his number. When she was done, she quickly closed it.

He also put his cell away in his pant's pocket. "Tomimura, do you like yellow?" he inquired rather cheerfully.

"You're a little late to ask a 'friend' what color she likes, don't you think?" she crossed her arms at him, looking emotionless.

Laughing, he put his hands in his pockets. "Ha, it's never too late," he shrugged. She rolled her eyes, but nodded in agreement. "So, is yellow your favorite?"

Tomimura glanced to him and he was still smiling with a radiant aura. She chuckled and smiled back, "Yeah. It's my favorite color since I was a kid."

"Heh, cool," he grinned happily. She lost her smile and walked forward. Kise stood where he was and said, "Call me when you ask your friends! I need at least seven girls!"

She waved without looking back. "I got it," she told him. 'Seven, huh? Strange that I do know seven girls.' And then with another thought, she asked herself in her head, 'If he's trying to get his friends to have girlfriends… do they know Kise-san is doing a mixer?' He never once mentioned they were looking for a mixer. Now she could only hope this mixer would not end up messy.

Thanks for reading!