A/N: Oh wow, thanks so much for all of your amazing support! I seriously wasn't expecting so many reviews and follows/favs! xD Since a lot of you asked some of the same questions I'll go ahead and answer them here for ya...

YES. The shipping for this is GoM+KagaxKuroko - so KuroHarem if you will. However, the yaoi stuff doesn't happen until much later because I like to develop the story and characters before rushing that goodness~ I wanted to do a fic with that shipping because it's what I love to read the most. T^T If some readers don't want to read the yaoi bits then I will try to make it to where you can skip over that and still be apart of the story, but no promises since I'm still new at writing this shipping.

This chapter opens up with the GoM, in a post-apocalyptic setting. Hope you enjoy~

[DISCLAIMER] I do not own the Kuroko no Basket characters.

((01)) Our World, Your Future

Akashi Seijuro knew of two major annoyances for the day. One, Kise Ryouta was to be punished mercilessly (preferably right after this mission) for having interfere in almost all of his shots. Honestly, if the blond wasn't so good at what he does (besides being annoying) then Akashi would have just shot him down already. Two, the simple mission was turning out to be a more tedious task then he had expected. Thus, the redheaded captain of the infamous 'Generation of Miracles' was forced to re-think already pre-formed strategies. Talk about a headache, and on top of that he has to put up with complete morons.

"Agh, dammit Kise! You made the gun overheat again!" That was Aomine Daiki, complaining at the blond who just skippered about using multiple weapons in an effort to drive the enemy mass away.

"But, Aominecchi! I'm just doing my job here!" The blond pouted at the taller and darker blunet when he finished off the danger on his side.

"Do it right for once!" Aomine barked at the blond as he tossed the over-used gun to the side and grabbed a spare. There was a disgruntled noise from behind them as the sniper of the group walked up.

"Would you two just be quiet and learn to do your jobs? Do you even realize that you're attracting more of them by being so loud?" Midorima Shintaro pointed out as he pushed his glasses up his nose to conceal his frustration a bit. Not like it was helping much.

"Eh, Aka-chin I made another escape route." Came the lazy reply of the tallest person within the GoM, Murasakibara Atsushi.

"Well done, Atsushi. Now, toss this to the mass as a distraction." Akashi handed the giant purple-haired teen a strange circular device that shown in multiple colors. Murasakibara only gazed at it briefly before nodding. He threw the device straight into the large pile of mutated humanoid figures, and with two consecutive beeps, it exploded in a bright white light — and the teenagers made their escape at the harsh distraction of light and sound.

Akashi moved fast through the fallen buildings around them with the other four trailing after him. Murasakibara directed them to the tunnel he managed to find that would lead them to their underground base.

They all took one last fleeting glance at the darkening, murky sky of purple-blue before ducking down into the tunnel. Into the only safe place they've managed to salvage.

It was three years ago when the other dimension struck Earth's dimension. The two dimensions seemed to collide and almost fuse together. That was the dawning of the extinction of all living things on Earth. Before, there had been a rift and only half of the world had been affected by this strange, other plane of existence that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere in Earth's sky.

When the dimension completely took over Earth's, it literally became hell on Earth. Frightening creatures from the other dimension spilled into the world and began possessing any form of life. Nature was warped into something disturbing and dangerous. Animals and people were not any better. The life forms from the other dimension didn't have a clear form until they came to possess a living matter. Then that living form was fused with the strange energy that the otherworldly emitted. It changed their form into something bigger and worse, and completely enhanced all abilities and features. Not only that, but they were almost impossible to kill due to their unfeeling of pain, and fastly healing, almost-regenerating-level of power.

It was through fighting these monstrosities that mankind was able to learn a weakness that would cut the aliens to our world down for good. Whatever the strange life forms were made of, they each held a core of their selves deep within them. This core was what fused with any of the life forms they possessed — the core would attach and root itself into the heart of the being. Destroying this core was what would bring those possessed by the life forms to come to an end.

What was even more peculiar was that when the core was struck, the being it possessed would instantly disintegrate into a white ash-like substance.

Unfortunately, even knowing this never led to mankind making a comeback against these alien invaders. The creatures were too superior once they possessed another life to control. The faster reflexes brought many nations crumbling down.

Now, there were very few survivors left. Most retreating to areas with no life found in hopes of keeping the invaders away. In this bleak world, there was no hope. So much was still unknown...

How the small band of seventeen-year-olds came together was at the start of the apocalypse. They all actually played a sport together, basketball. They had all been together in middle school growing up, and were now supposed to be in their second year of high school. Well, suppose to be. Ever since the crash of the two dimensions, school was one of the most furthest things from all of their minds.

They had all been in school during the chaos, all fighting for their lives. Somehow, they all found their way to each other and have been together fighting for three long years. Ever since they were little, they were taught how to fight and wield weaponry. It wasn't uncommon in today's world to do so.

They were called the Generation of Miracles simply because of their survival during the three years of hell on Earth. They would manage to make it out of every clash with the otherworldly creatures, even managing to slay a good lot of them and take in survivors.

They made a 'home base' in the city they felt most comfortable in, their home—Tokyo. There were underground bunkers found that they used for shelter since the creatures didn't venture down into the depths. It was almost like an underground labyrinth with all of the tunnels under the city.

The GoM are usually the only ones to venture above on raid missions — usually to scout for other survivors, and to find food and clothing for those that were safe. It wasn't an easy task, and more than once someone of the group has gotten close to getting killed or seriously hurt by the creatures, but they were the only ones able to do it. Even the adults looked up to the younger generation.

Some missions were healthy ones — resulting in finding food and water, and maybe even clothes and medicine for some — but then there were ones (like today's) that resulted in an almost casualty and nothing to show for it.

"Damn!" Aomine slammed his fist against the table in the GoM's shared dining room. "Those things just won't stop! More and more keep coming everyday!" The dark blunet let out his frustrations.

No one said anything to that, all just staring off and lost in their own thoughts.

"Hey, we did manage to get more weapons this time!" Kise tried to lighten the mood a bit, but it just had Aomine growling.

"Oh yeah?! What the hell can a measly dagger do to a bunch of those things?!" Aomine spoke harshly, tossing the small, dirtied dagger over to the blond.

Kise fumbled, but caught it nonetheless.

"Daiki, calm down." Akashi ordered, it would do no good to have a fight break out.

"It won't do any good getting worked up over a failed mission." Midorima spoke as he pushed his black-framed glasses up. "Momoi will be here soon on the food ration update."

At the sound of tentative knocks, Murasakibara opened the door that led out into the hallway outside their home. A petite and busty pink-haired girl walked through as the purple-haired giant of a teen closed the door.

"How was it?" Momoi Satsuki instantly asked, but when she saw her childhood friend's crestfallen face and frustrated posture, she didn't ask any more on the subject.

"Satsuki, how is the food looking?" Akashi stepped up, and Momoi handed the red-head the papers full of notes on their current inventory. Momoi was apart of the GoM team, though she didn't participate in the outings, she took care of the home base and was a genius when it came to calculations. She was the one who tended to the survivors and assigned them to their bunkers-for-homes. She was also good with precise calculations — able to estimate how much food and water would be used by the selective amount of people they had saved, among other things.

Hetero-chromatic eyes scanned over the documents before the 'emperor' sighed. "I see..."

"If you can't find enough amount of food by the end of this week, then we're all going to starve. The crops that we try to grow always end up trampled by those things, or they just won't grow at all. It's becoming a problem since we keep getting more survivors." Momoi spoke earnestly. If we were to stop saving other people and bringing them in, then... Momoi's train of thought was instantly halted by Akashi's intense gaze.

"Satsuki," As if knowing exactly what she was thinking, he spoke seriously. "You know the rule. No one is turned away, we accept all human, and will save all the human that we can. That, is absolute." Akashi turned away to head toward his room — he would always relax there after a mission. The shogi board and pieces he found years ago would always help put his mind at ease when all else failed.

It was quiet once Akashi left the room, everyone was left in deep thought, until a harsh crunching sound broke it and startled the colorful-haired teens. All eyes turned to the source to see one Murasakibara chomping on a crunchy snack he managed to salvage from the last mission.

"What? I got hungry..." And then the purple-haired giant proceeded to snack even more, completely ignoring the group as he sauntered over to the old couch in their living room space.

"Ugh..." Aomine groaned before turning a blue eye over to the blond. "Hey, Kise. Want to go train for a bit?"

Kise lit up like a kid on Christmas Day. "Sure thing, Aominecchi!" And the blond hopped after the dark-skinned teen as he led them to a small area outside their home in the underground labyrinth that they used for a practice area.

Momoi sighed at the two idiots, but then she turned to Midorima who just looked on. "Something wrong, Midorin?"

"It's nothing." Midorima closed his eyes and turned away then.

"Aw, c'mon Midorin! Tell me what's wrong!" Momoi encouraged with a beaming smile as she went around to see the green-haired shooter's face.

"Fine, since I know you won't leave me alone with this and will continue bugging me to no end until I tell you." He looked a bit irritated, but went on to explain. "As you already know, we don't know what those things are called. All we know is the name of the other dimension — Nervola. How it came to be and why it struck Earth, the government refused to share to the public. But there is something else that is concerning..."

"What?" Momoi asked softly, feeling the importance in her normally-most-private friend's words.

Midorima had been looking away, but he met his manager's pink eyes. "We've all begun to lose hope. And if we don't have hope, than why are we still fighting?"

Momoi felt the shock of that statement course through her. "What are you talking about?! Just think of all of those innocent lives you've all saved, the ones you're fighting to protect now!"

Midorima frowned, looking disgruntled. "Of course I know that much, and am willing to keep fighting for their sake, but..." He sighed as he leaned his head down a bit into the fingers that were pressed against his glasses.

"But what?" Momoi urged, and Midorima just shook his head, looking tired suddenly.

"It's nothing you would be able to understand." And then he started walking away, and Momoi let him since she knew she probably wouldn't be able to get him to really talk with her, not that Midorima was ever much of a talker anyway. He just kept himself closed-up from everyone, though he does trust every member of the Generation of Miracles fiercely, there's still a big part of him that refuses to truly open up to someone. Maybe... they were all kind of like that.

Momoi didn't like it, and she really wanted to figure out what the megane meant. They're losing hope, the will to fight? She grabbed two bottles of water and started walking out of the GoM's base. But they have every reason to fight. She smiled as some children ran past her as she walked toward the training grounds. They approximately had 24 survivors, excluding the Generation of Miracles. It was a hefty amount, but in the time that they've been rescued, Momoi has really gotten to know them. Some of them had been on their own when the GoM found them, others were actually full families. It was uplifting to the pinkette, to see happy families together like that, especially in the time they were living in.

So why did Midorima's words continue to gnaw at her brain until she had to figure it out?

Due to their missions and training, the GoM were not able to come around the survivors as much as Momoi did. They would still make time to see each and every one they saved, and even helped train the men and some women on how to fight and defend themselves. But the five boys always tended to stick to themselves, and even as a close group of gifted individuals, they still had their ups and downs at getting along with one another.

It hit Momoi as soon as she reached the training grounds to give Aomine and Kise fresh water to drink from their work-out. They were just fighting because they had to, not because they wanted to. They were slowly giving up on this world, barely able to keep their heads above water as it is...

They didn't find any hope to light their way, a hope that they could fight for, a hope that would ensure happiness at the end of all this.

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A/N: Will pick up more in the next chapter, also the chapters will be shorter than my usual... But this will be updated every Friday~ =D I hope you can review!