"Kurokocchi!" Kise shouted, throwing himself into the smaller boy's arms. He pressed his cheek into Kuroko's chest, his shock of blond hair pressing into said boy's jaw. Kuroko spat the offending strands from his mouth, his face contorted in disgust.
With detached, systematic movements, the phantom pushed the clingy boy to the ground, his face as expressionless as always. "Kise-kun, please stop jumping on me. You're too heavy."
Kise let crocodile tears well in his eyes and a pout sit on his lips. "Kurokocchi, you're so mean. Why would you call me fat? We haven't seen each other in forever and this is how you treat me?" Kise blubbered, hands reaffixed to the fabric of Kuroko's shirt.
"Kise-kun, stop exaggerating. We saw each other a month ago, remember?" Kuroko stated, voice monotone. He attempted to pry the enthusiastic male off of him, but to no avail.
"But Kurokocchi…"
"Kise, stop bothering Tetsu." Aomine interrupted, his hand gripping Kise's shoulder.
With the attention span of a three-year-old, Kise forgot all about pestering Kuroko and instead launched himself into Aomine's arms. "Aominecchi! I'm soooo glad I can finally see you again. When we get to the gym, will you play me one on one, please? I've been training soooo hard ever since I got Akashicchi's letter. I'm…" A strong, tan hand clamped over Kise's mouth, rendering the rest of his sentence inaudible.
Aomine copied Kuroko's earlier actions, pushing the blond to the ground unceremoniously. Dust motes flew into the air, encircling Kise's figure. He coughed, the powder catching in his lungs, before glowering playfully at the looming male before him. "Aominecchi and Kurokocchi are mean. Why'd you have to push me? I'm just being nice."
"The problem is you're lack of manners, Kise. No one will ever take you seriously if you always jump around like a child." Taped fingers slid glasses up the bridge of a proud nose, lenses glinting in the sunlight. A carved apple rested in the palm of Midorima's hand, a forefinger curved around the rounded sphere as to prevent it from tumbling to the concrete below.
At the shooter's entrance, both Aomine and Kise let out a sigh of irritation. Kuroko, on the other hand, responded with a polite greeting, nodding towards the taller boy. "Hello, Midorima-kun. How have you been?"
"I have been just fine, thank you for asking Kuroko." Midorima replied, his answer also holding the air of politeness. Although both men spoke to one another politely, there was hostility in the air between them, on borne from unresolved irritation.
"Midorimacchi, I have manners! My manager says that…" Kise cut in, seemingly unaware of the tension strung like a live wire between the two other boys.
"Please don't bring your extracurricular activities into this situation. Relying on an old man that's paid to make you happy is embarrassing." Midorima retorted, sniffing haughtily.
"Whoa, Midorima, be nice to Kise. It's not his fault that he's stupid." Aomine shouted, followed by a bark of raucous laughter. Kuroko attempted to silence him with a light blow to the stomach, but his intervention only resulted in Aomine's laughter increasing in both pitch and force, booming throughout the courtyard in which the four of them stood.
Kise, ever-offended by this unfair treatment, took the chance to slink away, taking refuge over by the wide trunk of a nearby oak tree. He sulked in silence, forehead resting against the grainy tree bark.
"Kise-chin, when I see you acting like a baby, I really want to crush you." Murasakibara intonated, his colossal hand resting upon the top of Kise's head. The purple-haired giant was bending down in order to reach Kise's head, an empty chocolate wrapper crushed in his unoccupied fist. A bored, yet condescending expression was in his face, as if Kise was a bug under his gaze.
Kise jumped at the sudden appearance of the other boy, a feminine squeak breaking the barrier of his lips. "Murasakibaracchi! Why'd you scare me like that?"
Murasakibara glared down at Kise, malice in his gaze. "Because I want to crush you!"
With an "Eek", Kise scrambled away from the other boy, running to the sanctuary of Kuroko's arms. "Kurokocchi, protect me! Murisakibara's going to crush me!"
Kuroko let out a small sigh, before turning to his unwanted hitchhiker. "Kise-kun, please stop being so dramatic."
"B…bu…but Kurokocchi! He seemed really scary this time! What if he's serious now?" Kise wailed, wringing his arms around Kuroko's neck.
"Murasakibara isn't serious and you know it, Kise. Your idiocy is already grating on my nerves." Midorima grated out, irritation flashing in his green eyes.
"I'll crush you, Kise-chin." Murasakibara threatened, his tremendous figure towering above Kise's.
"Now, now, Atsushi. Please stop riling Ryōta up. You know that he tends to be melodramatic." An elegant voice sang out, causing the five to turn towards it unwittingly. "And Ryōta, please stop clinging to Tetsuya; its unsightly, not to mention completely unwarranted."
"Akashi, it seems that you have finally arrived." Midorima nodded towards the slighter male.
"Ah, yes. I had been delayed by some unexpected setbacks; however, everything is taken care of now." Akashi responded with a delicate flip of his wrist.
"Aka-chin, Kise-chin is being annoying again. He's hiding behind Kuroko even after you told him not to." Murasakibara droned out, his hand reattaching itself to Kise's head, pulling the smaller man out from his hiding spot.
"Hey, let go of me, Murasakibaracchi! Kurokocchi asked me to hold onto him so that he doesn't fall down." Kise wailed, limps flailing comically. Murasakibara simply stared at him, obviously not believing him in the slightest.
"Kise-kun, please don't lie. And don't drag me into your punishment, either." Kuroko droned out, staring blankly at Kise.
Aomine, who had just recovered from his earlier laughing fit, began chuckling yet again, murmuring to himself, "Kise's so getting it this time. I can't wait until he gets punished." A maniacal grin contorted the dark man's face, giving him an almost demonic presence.
"Why did I agree to come here again? Ugh, all of you are still so immature." Midorima bemoaned, pushing his glasses to the bridge of his nose out of reflex.
"All of you, please calm down. Shintarō, you came because I ordered you to do so. If you have any objections, please confer with me in private, where I will be more than happy to discuss assist you with anything that you should need. Daiki, please stop gloating. If you continue to do so, I will punish you as well. Atsushi, there will be no tattle-tailing. You cannot call Ryōta a baby if you are acting as one as well. And finally, Ryōta..." Heterochromatic eyes riveted on the blond, causing the boy to turn an unnatural white. "I understand your excitement; however, I do not think that your behavior is appropriate at this time. Is this understood?" All four of the reprimanded boys nodded towards the shorter boy, sheepish looks upon their faces. Kuroko simply stood there, staring vacantly, as he had done nothing wrong.
A peculiar expression crossed Kuroko's face before he turned towards Aomine. "Aomine-kun, where is Momoi-san?"
Aomine blanched, sending a petrified look towards Akashi. 'Uhhh, well… Ya see…"
"Satsuki will not be attending Kyōto with us this year. She was unable to get in, so she is at the University of Tokyo instead." Akashi finished for him, eyes like flint chips.
"Whaaa?" was the general consensus. Even Midorima looked shocked, his non-bandaged hand covering his gaping mouth.
"I do not understand the school's decision, either. Especially since her academics were far above the rest of ours, sans me. This is one of the things that I needed to smooth over. She will be attending with us next year; however her integration into our current school year will be impossible."
The rest of the group shuddered at the ridiculous amount of power that Akashi toted around. The fact that he could convince a prestigious university like Kyōto was both humbling and terrifying.
"I'm gonna miss Momocchi." Kise keened, albeit much more reserved than he had been earlier.
"There is nothing that we can do about it at this point. The only thing that we are able do is to move on with the rest of the year and await Satsuki's return next year. With this being said, we should all move into our rooms and familiarize ourselves with the campus. After all, we have our first basketball practice this afternoon." Without further ado, Akashi strode towards the registration building, the five other ex-Teikō members trailing behind with a mixture of grief and exhalation in their hearts. Finally, the day that they had been waiting for had commenced. The 'Generation of Miracles' were once again reunited.
A/N. It seems that my labeling was a little unclear. I'm sorry about that. When I said GomXGom, I meant that all of them were involved romantically with one another. Having said this, some pairings will be more pronounced than others, but the general idea is that they are all together. I understand that this will be a difficult concept to write, but I want to further explore the emotions behind all of the Generation of Miracles, not just one or two individuals. The part that captivated me most about this story is the deeper inner workings of Teikō and the complex emotional connections between the 6 characters. That's why I feel that all of them could be compatible, whether it be in friendship or romantic involvement. If this makes you uncomfortable, I'm sorry, however it is the way that this will be written.
I'm sorry about the rambling, but I just wanted to clear that up. It'll be at least a week until I update, as I will be on vacation, so I churned this out for all of you. And thanks to all the reads/follows/favorites/reviews. They are very much appreciated.
