Hey Guys! Again another thank you for all of you who stuck around for so long! I'm sorry for my absence. And for those of you just joining me welcome! I hope you put up with me. I changed the rating to T, just because *ahem* I would rather be able to share my stories with everyone. Yay. Hopefully my other rewrites will not take as long as this one did, but then again Im also changing/adding a lot now that I know more as a writer.

I also would like to apologize for any errors in character names or personalities. I Honestly haven't touched the KNB fandom since the last season aired. I'm completely hooked, like literally sold my soul, to the Haikyuu Fandom. I've become total trash. I am sorry. xD but, that just means when this is done you can all expect Haikyuu festivities :D

But other than that, I hope everyone had a wonderful Valentines Day!

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REWRITTEN


Pale fingers drummed against the oak table, pausing every so often, before continuing as his thoughts would continue. Akashi alabaster eyes narrowed slightly in frustration. Sure he'd always known the four others. They'd all known one another because of the alliance treat formed six years ago to combat the dragons. Them, as toddlers had been left with each other as their parents plotted.

One might say being a mer two years old wasn't enough to recognize the meaning of things or understand feelings just quite yet. However, Akashi had known, and still knew to this day, him and his prince counterparts were far from normal. He felt it every time he was around them. The haunting power that seemed to lay dormant under their fragile skins.

But that was something that was always there. It never suddenly just exploded out of no where like a cannon ball would. It never just disappeared like a nymph either. It was supposed to be a constant feeling. A reminder to all that they weren't to be messed with. Much like he'd felt from the crimson haired knight to be. But… That one small boy… with those brilliant sapphire eyes, had ruined what he thought to be an absolute truth.

His fingers paused again, before he suddenly glared at his servant, who yelped and quickly bowed. Funny that a grown man would cower at the sight of an eight year old.

"Y-your Highness!" He quickly squawked out, before standing stiffly straight in front of his door. " T-the other princes demand to see you!"

Akashi glared again, a scowl covering his lips before he sighed slightly resigned. " Let them in," he paused as the servant went to open the door, before continuing, "then leave."

A visible shiver came from the man, who looked back in slight fear before nodding quickly, rushing out before the others could spill in. The ruby locks swayed in his eyes, which he gently pushed out of the way before the chaos begun. It truly was, literal chaos.

"Akashicchi! You felt that right!" Kise burst forth first, trotting over and whining as he tugged his sleeve in an obnoxious manner. " Man, that was appearances, I thought there was a witch or a elf trying to kill one of us!" He exclaimed loudly, causing a scoff to emanate from a certain green haired boy.

" You know Kise, you are awfully immature for being the oldest out of all of us." Midorima held on to a stuffed dragon which he'd insisted on getting at the fair. Something about the stars and signs again. Kise whined dramatically, moving away from Akashi before pouting.

" So mean Midorimicchi…"

Aomine yawned as he lounged in one of the empty chairs, his eyes rolling at the blonde's antics. Akashi cleared his throat, eyes narrowing at the commotion Kise and Midorima were causing. They both silenced, before sitting down at some of the other chairs that encircled that oak table in the room.

The room seemed to immediately loose its life when they all quieted, returning to what it truly was. A stone castle. Akashi stood, resting his hands on the table as he looked around. " He obviously wasn't a elf. Witches are only supposed to be girls anyways. So, I have only one conclusion left." His eyes moved around to all of them as he let the thought sink in. " He is probably just like us." he purses his lips. He truly didn't like admitting that. How could a peasant be anywhere near their level? It seemed to impossible to find any type of power outside of royal or noble blood. His eyes narrowed again. He didn't like all this uncertainty.

Aomine snatched a apple slice from Murasakibara, who growled in return, before speaking with his mouth full. " That's probably a load of shit." He ignored Kise's soft gasp from his language, " It was probably not even him. Maybe we are just confusing him with that other boy. The knight's kid. He was really strong." He shrugs dismissively, ignoring the murderous glare Akashi had sent his way.

" Daiki, maybe then you should go see if you can educate yourself." Everyone shivered at their leaders harsh words. " While we are here, Go find him. If he's the person we felt, you should find him right? You're like a dog anyway." He smirks, watching the navy haired boy scowl, muttering a few things before returning to silence. Slowly his eyes panned over, focusing on the blonde, who seemed to fidget nervously.

"Ryouta."

"Y-Yes!"

Akashi scoffed a little at his reaction, before shaking his head softly. " Why don't you go see if you can go find this Kuroko. Maybe you can befriend him, find out what he is. I will ask my father to see what he believes. " He pushes his chair out more before moving away, the others quickly followed suit, getting up on their feet. They didn't need verbal consent to know they were supposed to leave. The boys all quickly filed out, one more leaving Akashi alone to his thoughts. Those wide blue orbs quickly filled his mind again.

This, was going to be a long week.

.~.~.~.

It was the dull throbbing in his head that finally dragged him from the painful abyss he'd tumbled into. Kuroko weakly blinked, the morning light harshly punishing his eyes. Grimacing, the small boy curled up in his bed, his arm covering his face before realization snuck up on him. He'd missed it. The Dragon Festival. He'd missed the games still to be played, the fireworks that were to be launched into the sky, the sickly sweet candies that made their appearances after the stars woke, the plans him and his friends had made and most importantly... He sits up quickly, looking around before spotting the raven hair of his mother. He was supposed to get her a gift... His small fists curled softly, tears welling up in his soft blue eyes.

She was always there for him... Even now she was sleeping on his floor beside his bed, making sure he was okay. Yet he couldn't do that one thing. Get her the jade dragon pin. He swallowed thickly, wiping his face before his tears could stain his alabaster cheeks. Licking his cracked lips, he carefully swung his feet out of the bed, getting up slowly. Pain laced his head, making him see black spots for a moment before fading softly. Sighing, he palmed his forehead, trying to rid himself of the dull throbbing.

Climbing down his latter, he did his morning chores as quietly and the best he could. He had to stop at some points due to his head splitting head ache. When he had just finished sweeping the floor, gentle hands came from behind him, hugging him softly. " How are you feeling sweetheart?" His mother's voice sounded weak, drained of all energy. Frowning for a moment, he quickly turned, smiling up at her worried expression.

"I'm fine Momma. Can I go to Hyuuga's when I'm done?" He tried to seem okay, so that she wouldn't worry. So she could rest. Her brown eyes worriedly searched him, before she sighed softly.

" Yes, alright. Please be careful though, and if you feel sick again, come home..." she caresses his soft cheeks, before pressing a kiss to his brow. He nodded into her hands, before setting the broom he'd been using to sweep in the corner by the door. He hesitated by the door, his small hands grasping it's splintering frame, he looks back at his mother, before smiling warmly.

" I love you Momma. "

" I love you most..." She weakly smiles, waving him along. He disappeared from the doorway, trailing through their paved path in the vegetable garden. Yui's gazed out the window, long after he was gone. Could it have been something to do with how he'd been forcibly born too early? The fact that his mother had been so weak when carrying him?

Her pale hand trembled a bit as she raised it to her mouth in concern and anxious thought.

Could it have anything to do with the magic Teiko had had deeply rooted in its foundation...? In it's royal blood? She hugged herself as slight fear gripped her. This was her child, the only child she would ever have... and now, it seemed like her reality was about to be torn away. What was going to happen to her baby...?

.~.~.~.

Kuroko trotted up to the rotted wood fence that lined the Hyuuga property, listening to the bickering voices of his friends as they fought. He pushed the gate open, showing away maple the sheep, who always seemed to be plotting escape and world domination, before spotting his friends over by the pig pen. Two of them were standing in the middle of a empty pen, while the rest all stood on the fence that surrounded them.

" I totally hit you! "

" Nah uh! You hit my sword!"

Kagami and Koganoi kept going back and forth, the crimson haired boy getting more frustrated while the brunette more childish. Kuroko jumped up on the fence, sitting on the top watching the argument argument go back like a ball toss. The little blue haired boy leaned over to his oldest friend, whispering softly.

" How long have they even been fighting?" he deadpanned slightly, his eyes narrowing as Kagami tried to hit the other with his wooden sword again. Kiyoshi yelped, looking over at him, before chuckling a bit.

" Kuroko!"

All of the other boys snapped their eyes over, gasping softly. They swarmed him, collectively yelling his name. Koganoi hugged him harshly, making him choke a bit before laughing as his friends all fought for their questions to heard. He waves his hand, trying to dismiss their worry and excitement. All of them looked at him so expectantly, but he honestly couldn't find much to say.

" I just forgot to eat thats all..." He blushes at his small lie. He didn't like lying but, he also didn't like making others worry about him so much. All of the boys cried in relief, before going back to their crazy antics. Kiyoshi eyed him softly, before forcing his attention to go back to Hyuuga's new game proposal. Capture the flag. Koganoi quickly declared himself one of the captains, grabbing Hyuuga before anyone could protest.

" Fine then, if you get Hyuuga, I get Kuroko and Kagami. " Kiyoshi smiled a bit porcelain, before grabbing the tattered rag they used for flags, and guiding his smal group away.

" Eh?! NO fair!"

" What I'm not good enough for you?"

"Eh?! I never said that mischievously!"

.~.~.~.

Kuroko pouted a little, hitting his stick sword against the wheat stalks around him. While he loved capture the flag with his friends, he was always put on guard duty of the flag. They always said it would be unfair if he was hunting because no one would see him coming. The wind rustled the golden grain field, carrying the scent of fresh soil with it. His sapphire eyes looked out over the stalks, trying to see if he could see his teammates or the kids on the other team, but there was nothing so far-

Something snapped behind him, and he whirled around to look. The wheat swayed before him, then a flicker of golden movement. Kuroko frowned softly, before shaking his head. It was probably just a bird or rabbit. Looking back at the ratted rag, he pouted again. If only it would disappear, if it did he could join the others and play with them. Walking over, he reached up touching its fabric softly between his thumb and finger. Maybe if he hid it or stuffed it in his shirt? NO that was cheating. It would be easier if it would disappear...

Suddenly, as if his thoughts had summoned some unknown power(Which in all reality it had), the rag vanished. But so did his hand, and the rest of his body.

"AH!" Two voices cried out in shock. Kuroko stumbled backwards mid cry, falling on his butt and appearing once more, while the other boy who'd cried out rushed out from the wheat. Koganoi pointed at him in shock. " Whoa how did you do that!"

Their screams had caused the other boys to rush forward, to see the commotion. Hyuuga shook his head as Koganoi frantically told him what he'd seen. "That's impossible!"

"But it happened! Kuroko show them!"

The baby blue haired boy bit his lip nervously as all his friends looked to him. He felt very shy suddenly, before looking back at the rag which hung from its muddy stick. Going back over he grabbed it with his porcelain hands. Disappear. Disappear. He closes his eyes concentrating. After a moment, his friends gasped collectively, causing him to open his eyes again. He was gone again. Letting go of the flag again, it reappeared, but he didn't. All the boys cried out.

" Oh no! He's dead!" Koganoi cried out, frantically looking around. Izuki frowned, unable to sense the boy anymore.

"I'm right here... " Kuroko appeared behind all of them, making Kagami scream out in surprise, jumping away quickly with his hands up in the air. All of the boys begun laughing, watching the red heads face turn as dark as his hair.

"Oi-i thats not funny!"

The boys continued to mess around with Kuroko's new found talent, sticking their noses into trouble as they all grew closer. Another child watched everything with wide golden eyes, before running back to tell his friends what he'd seen.

.~.~.~.

" Yah right Kise. Then what? The pigs started singing elvish and the cows flew?" Aomine rolled his eyes at the others flustered face, which seemed to grow redder every moment. Everyone else except Akashi was facing him, giving him disbelieving eyes.

" I know what I saw! He just suddenly touched the flag and both of them disappeared! Then he just kept doing it!" He scowls, feeling his frustrated emotions well up, making small tears form in the corners of his almond shaped eyes. Clenching his fists he looks up at all of them again, his voice raising. " Just because I'm not as smart as all of you doesn't mean I'm delusional or a Liar!" he turns away, quickly running out of the room before his tears could start falling, slamming the door behind him.

Midorima scoffs, straightening his glasses on his nose. " The idiot probably fell asleep and just wanted to make it seem like he had been doing his job," he pauses, holding up a green apple to inspect as he thought, " Or maybe he's just so desperate in his fantasies of wanting to be normal that he's making up stories that make peasants our equals. Theres no way, that a peasant could have...abilities, like we do."

He turned to look at the red head, who'd been quietly listening to everything as he watched the courtyard festivities through his window. He sighed softly before shifting his gaze over to the green haired boy. " Even though we are still children, Ryouta is the oldest, and we all know, that he does not lie." Those words settled heavily on to the others shoulders, making guilt sink in for being so harsh. " And while I hate to admit it, what we have isn't limited to us. For all we know maybe it was just coincidence that we have this power. This Kuroko, could be more like us that we originally thought."