Author's notes: OHMYFUQ chapter 203. What does this mean?! alskdf;alskdjf Akashi bb… omgg their past?! Ima die. I'm sorry I'll stop ;-;

One day, I will drink from the fountain of artistic talent and draw the pretty scenes in my head… anyway, please enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own KnB. I know nothing of the modeling industry or anything it entails. I also don't know Japanese, so that little bit in this chapter may be prone to errors (if so please correct me).

Chapter 7


"Eh? You have a photoshoot today, Nagao?" a groggy voice asked.

"Yeah," Nagao answered from the bathroom.

"You don't sound too happy about it."

"The models are some amateur high school brats. Of course I'm not happy about it," Nagao said while brushing his teeth.

"Who are they?" the person asked curiously.

"Hell if I know. Some kids called the 'Generation of Miracles' or some lame-ass name like that." He rinsed his mouth.

The person in bed sat up, "Seriously? The Generation of Miracles? The famous basketball team of middle school geniuses, that Generation of Miracles?"

"So they're amateur brats with egos. My day keeps getting better and better." Nagao grabbed his coat and leaned over to kiss the young man on the bed. "Wish me luck."

"Good luck," he replied. "Don't forget to call." Nagao gave a small salute and left the apartment.


"Woowww~" Momoi cooed, "Everyone looks so handsome!"

This was the second Saturday the Generation of Miracles convened for a photoshoot. Location: the Lannister Hotel in Tokyo, set in a large elaborate drawing room, ornately designed, and elegantly furnished. Their client: Pierre Marcel, a luxury fashion and style house based in France. The boys currently wore almost identical single-breasted black suits. There were minute variances in the fabric, lapels, and designs, but they were otherwise alike. And while it would usually look boring to have five models in the similar outfits, the basketball players' distinctive features (specifically their hair) made it nothing of the sort. Even the staff who were used to seeing handsome models, were awestruck by the stunning teenagers. It was quite difficult not to be captivated. The suits were perfectly fitted to create striking silhouettes of their toned bodies.

Murasakibara whimpered, "Waahh… they took away my snacks." The stylists had tied the violet hair back into a tight ponytail, accentuating a defined jawline.

"It'll be bad if you stain the suit," Kise explained. "They're expensive." One side of Kise's hair was lightly slicked back while the other hung loosely over his golden eyes.

Aomine fingered the top of his fully buttoned collar. "Arrgghh, why is this tie so tight!" Since there wasn't much to do with Aomine's short hair, the stylists went for an edgy messy look.

"Stop playing with it, or you'll mess it up." Midorima adjusted his glasses. The stylists had asked if he could take them off, but he vehemently refused. He compromised by allowing them free reign over his hair. They tousled the green locks to let the natural waves show and swept his bangs over to one side for a better look at his eyes.

Akashi stood with his arms crossed, calm as usual. His hair was also styled back. "The Godfather Look," the stylists had named it. Standing there with his cool expression, no one would doubt him if he admitted to being head of a mafia.

Waahh… Momoi marveled, they really look good! But she swept her eyes over the room to look for someone else: a boy with blue hair and matching blue eyes…

"I see you're all ready," a voice brought everyone to attention. "I'm Nagao Jesse, your photographer for this shoot." The man himself could have been mistaken for a model except for the camera in his hand. He looked to be about Aomine's height, with short black hair, high cheekbones, and pale brown eyes that suggested foreign blood. He spoke politely, but his tone was coarse. It sounded almost… hostile? They all gave a polite bow. He looked around, "There's supposed to be six models. Where's the girl?" He had seen and heard about the female model who could disappear in photos without any type of image editing.

"Sorry, that would be me," a quiet voice spoke up a few paces in front of him.

All parties present jumped in shock. It had been awhile since Kuroko surprised them like that.

"Where did you come from, Tetsu-kun?" Momoi asked, bewildered.

"Ehm…" Kuroko scratched his cheek, "I was here the whole time."

"What? Then hair and make-up…"

"It seems they forgot about me."

"Wait a minute," Nagao held up his hand, "Please tell me what's going on."

The Generation of Miracles froze. Kuroko was supposed to model as a girl. Did they blow their cover so soon? Momoi sputtered, "Eh- well you see, this is-" she looked between Kuroko and Nagao trying to remember their cover story.

"The sixth model, Kuroko Terumi," Akashi finished for Momoi.


"A stage name?" Kuroko asked. He had arrived at Iris' main office to sign the contract for his modeling.

"Yes, you'll need one since you can't use your real name," Masamune answered.

"Eh? Both family and given name?" Kise inquired. The rest of the MiraGen minus Akashi had come to sign their contracts as well. Kise, already a model for Iris, just wanting to tag along. Akashi had simply mailed the contract with his signature.

Masamune rubbed his chin. "That might be a bit complicated since it'll be hard for all of you to call him by another name…"

"Why don't you change the kanji in Kuro-chin's name?" Murasakibara drawled.

"There's not many characters you can substitute 'Kuro' with," Midorima said over his miniature cuckoo clock.

"Ehh… what are you saying Mido-chin. Can't you write it like this?" Murasakibara leaned over the table to scribble a character on a notepad.

Midorima looked over before objecting, "You can't read that as 'Kuro'!"

Murasakibara pouted with a chip in his mouth. "Yes you can!"

"That's okay, an interesting name will attract even more attention." Masamune acknowledged. Murasakibara smirked in triumph. Midorima pretended not to care.

"Then what about 'Tetsuya'?" Kise played with the name on his tongue. He liked saying it.

"If you shorten it to the first character, then can't you read 'Tetsu' as 'Tohru'?" Aomine asked. Everyone's heads swiveled in Aomine's direction. "… What?" he scowled under their stares.

"I didn't know you could read kanji," Midorima deadpanned. Back at Teikou, the dark skinned ace hardly ever paid attention in class. It was only thanks to Momoi's notes that he barely passed his tests, and the shooting guard doubted that Aomine would change his habits upon entering high school.

"I'm surprised too," Kise sniggered.

Aomine threw his hands in the air. "I'm not stupid!"

"Wait~ what kanji are you talking about? Kuro-chin writes his name in hiragana."

"Oh yeah…" they all remembered.

"Oh!" Momoi realized, "Because 'Tetsuya' can mean 'to keep vigil overnight.' Is that what you meant, Dai-chain?"

Aomine sulked, "Obviously."

"'Tohru' is a guy's name," Midorima pointed out.

"It can be a girl's name!" Kise thought of a manga his sisters read when they were kids. The main character was a girl named Tohru.

"Oh~ the second character of 'Tetsuya' can be read as 'Yoru.'" Murasakibara stuffed another chip in his mouth.

"That's still a guy's name," Aomine objected.

"Wah, I don't like either of those names! It has to be cute. I want a cute name!" Momoi protested.

"Uhm…" Kuroko hadn't had a chance to express his opinions at all. His voice brought everyone to attention.

"Do you have an idea, Kurokocchi?"

"How about 'Terumi'? Written with the kanji for 'illumination' and 'beauty.'" He traced the kanji in the air with a slender finger.

"That's perfect!" Momoi squealed. "It's cute and pretty at the same time! And it can be shortened to 'Teru-chan.' Oh how cute!"

"Oi, Tetsu, where'd you get that name?"

"My late grandmother's name was Mitsuya Terumi. My parents named me by mixing some of the syllables together," he explained.

"Kuro-chin's grandmother…?"

"Yes, we used to visit her in the countryside before she passed away. She was always very kind." The evening light played upon Kuroko's nostalgic smile.

"Alright, Kuroko Terumi it is then." Masamune finalized.


"You're kidding me." The person looking up at Nagao with unblinking eyes was clearly a guy. Sure he had flawless pale skin, a slim build, short stature, wide eyes, full lips, and a slender neck, but he was still quite obviously male. Was this really the same person in the Leila ads? How interesting…

"We're sorry Nagao-sensei!" some make-up artists apologized from behind him. "We were busy with the other models and didn't see Teru-chan. Please let us get her ready."

The photographer's lips pursed into a straight line. "Get it done then." They dragged the now-visible Kuroko away. Nagao ran a hand through his hair, "Alright, while we're waiting for her, let's take a few solo shots of you guys." He pointed to the side of the room where the wall was just a large expanse of patterned gray wallpaper. Nagao looked at the lineup of boys before settling on the tallest one. "Murasakibara-kun, right? Can I have you go first?"

Said boy sighed and walked to the set. And he stood there, in the center, just standing. Nagao raised his camera, "Are you ready?"

Murasakibara shrugged, "I guess so." He shoved both hands into his pockets and looked down at the camera. At such a staggering height, Murasakibara looked more like a pole wearing a suit than a model.

Nagao took some shots before asking, "Can you keep your thumbs out of your pockets and give me another pose?"

The giant slowly blinked his violet eyes. "Eh? What should I do?"

The photographer frowned. "Turn your body sideways. Look to me. Tilt your chin down. Lean back. Take the arm closer to me and let it hang down, put the other hand in your pocket." Murasakibara did as he was told in the step-by-step fashion Nagao had instructed. But he looked stiff and uncomfortable. "No, like this." Nagao stood in front of Murasakibara to demonstrate and looked much more relaxed and natural. Murasakibara managed to do likewise to some extent, however lacking the seeming effortless-ness of Nagao's demonstration.

Nagao took a few more pictures before asking, "Okay, can I have Midorima-kun now?"

Midorima at least, attempted a pose instead of just standing there. He angled slightly to the side and held his hands as if adjusting the cufflinks. Nagao asked Aomine to come up after he took a few shots of Midorima.

Aomine wasn't much better than Midorima. He tucked a hand in his pocket and turned a little sideways but not much else. Once again, Nagao snapped a few pictures before calling the next model.

Akashi stood straight, unbuttoning his suit jacket so he could place his hands in his pockets with more ease. It was a powerful position, and Akashi's intimidating aura served him well. But it was still lacking. A couple shutter clicks went off before Nagao asked for Kise.

Kise instantly outshone his former teammates. His experience was evident in the way he continually changed poses, angling himself one way and another, putting on varying faces of indifferent coolness to suggestive half-smiles. Nagao took multiple shots until he was satisfied.

"Besides Kise-kun, do any of you have modeling experience?" Nagao asked.

"Waah… we had a photoshoot not too long ago," Murasakibara drawled.

Midorima corrected him, "Idiot, that was more of a promo shoot for Basketball Monthly."

"Basically, no," the photographer affirmed. One campaign did not a model make.

Aomine shrugged and replied lazily, "We just did this because we were asked to."

Nagao furrowed his eyebrows, Damned brats. They're not taking this seriously at all.

"Nagao-sensei! Teru-chan's all done!" the makeup artists announced.

A hush fell over the room as a petite figure entered the room. Sky blue hair cascaded over one shoulder to frame a small pale face. Dark eye makeup brought out the piercing color of azure eyes, and a gown of pale beige hung over a slim figure, the skirt trailing lightly across the floor.

Nagao whistled and gave the girl a once-over, Now that's what I'm talking about.

Momoi practically couldn't contain herself with the cuteness overload. But she forced herself to stay calm and only admire her beloved Tetsu-kun from afar. Professional, Satsuki. I'm their manager. I have to be professional! She peeked over to see the boys' reactions. Murasakibara stood with his mouth hung open like a fish. Midorima, tsun as he was, pretended to adjust his glasses to hide the look on his face. Aomine gaped and his eyes flew wide. Kise covered his mouth, blood rushing to his pretty face. Akashi kept a collected expression, but Momoi noticed that he had clenched his fists.

"Well then, Kuroko-chan, right?" Nagao smiled and walked over to him. I didn't realize that boy was so cute. He offered his hand to the blue-haired model. Kuroko took it, expecting a handshake, but was immediately pulled into an embrace. That snapped everyone out of their reveries. Nagao grazed a light kiss over Kuroko's knuckles. He managed to say, "You look quite lovely, miss," before someone jerked Kuroko away.

"Don't touch Kuro-chin," Murasakibara towered over Nagao, holding a large hand over his chest. Midorima stood by his side, a baseball bat pointing in his direction.

"What the-" he shoved Murasakibara's hand away and evaluated the situation. Kise had moved to stand between them. Aomine had pulled Kuroko away by wrapping an arm around his shoulders. Akashi had stayed behind, seemingly unfazed.

Momoi spoke, extremely flustered, "Ah, I'm so sorry, Nagao-san! That was just really sudden," she turned to the boys, "Hey, apologize! That was beyond rude." They relaxed slightly and mumbled incoherent things that might have been an apology.

Nagao raised an eyebrow. Interesting indeed. I can probably use this to my advantage… He raised his hands as if in surrender, "No need to apologize. It appears I did something offensive," he smirked, "But I think I'll have to find new models to work with Kuroko-chan."

Five pairs of rainbow eyes glared in his direction. Momoi panicked, "Ehh-? They really didn't mean anything by it! I'll make them write a proper apology-"

The photographer shook his head, "No, no, it's not because of that. I want to replace them because they're not taking this photoshoot seriously."

Momoi blinked. "What do you mean?"

Nagao touched his chin. "Unlike Natashou Yuna, I'm not the type of photographer to tell my models how to pose for every single picture. Fashion is an art, and models are its canvas. If the models can't make the clothes look good then they undermine all the work put into making them."

"But… they requested to have-"

"I don't know shit about this 'Generation of Miracles.' All I see are a bunch of high school kids who think modeling is just standing in front of a camera and looking pretty. I don't know what you kids did to get this job, but let me say that I'm not happy with it at all. Do you even know what Pierre Marcel is? This brand isn't one that simply hands out its ad campaigns on a silver platter. Other people would kill to have this job, and you immature brats are half-assing everything." He turned his hazel eyes on the people in question, "If you're not serious about this, I will get other models."

"Just us? You're not going to replace Kuroko as well?" Midorima challenged.

Nagao smirked. "No, Kuroko-chan seems serious enough. And replacing her would be a waste of her remarkable talent."

"Tets- Teru, is under contract. You can't have her without us."

The photographer waved a finger, "The clause simply says that Kuroko Terumi cannot model without one of you present. Well, you're all here right? If I just bring in different models, I won't breach the contract."

"Akashicchi, say something about this," Kise turned to his former captain.

Akashi had remained unperturbed during the entire conversation. "Do as he says," he instructed calmly, though the weight of his words were absolute. His former teammates grudgingly submitted.

"So if you're done playing around, can I have one of you come up for a couple shot?" Nagao turned and walked towards the side of the room with a large French window.

Kise moved to follow, "Okay, why don't I go and-"

Aomine stopped him and walked ahead, "No way. I'm not gonna be insulted by some arrogant asshole. C'mon, Tetsu." His arm was still tossed around the boy's shoulders as he led him to the set.

When Nagao saw Aomine and Kuroko position themselves beside the window curtain, Nagao asked, "Ready?"

"Just go."

Aomine trapped Kuroko against the window. One arm against the glass and the other on Kuroko's waist, he turned midnight blue eyes on the camera. The sun shone through the window and cast its light on Aomine while Kuroko was half-hidden in the shadow of the curtain.

"You got better," Kuroko noted.

"Tch. I just have to copy Kise right? After all those times he shoved his pictures in our faces, it'd be hard not to notice." This made Kuroko smile. Aomine had to thank God again for dark skin.

After a few shots, Kuroko shifted his position so he could place one hand on the taller boy's shoulder, the other on the back of his neck, looking up as if confiding a secret. He must have said something interesting because then Aomine gave a devilish smirk. Click. Click. Click.

"But seriously, Tetsu when did your eyes get so big?" Aomine stared down at the round fragments of sky.

"They've always been like this," he responded calmly, pulling Aomine's face closer. Aomine turned bold. He lightly tugged Kuroko's wig to make him tilt his head back, and then he bent down to bite the smooth neck, eliciting the most delicious gasp. Click. Click. Click.


"Hey wait a minute, isn't that too much?" Kise was panicking when he asked his former teammates-turned models.

"Dai-chan…" Momoi wasn't listening.

"If it's Kuro-chin, I'd want to eat him up too~" Murasakibara said nonchalantly. Kise wondered if he realized the implications of that sentence.

"Don't you do that all the time in your own photoshoots?" Midorima twirled the bat around his wrist.

Kise opened his mouth to say something, but changed his mind. He couldn't deny what Midorima had said. But those girls were experienced models! They knew what they were doing. And this, Kise flicked his gaze to Aomine and Kuroko, was completely different!


"Well then," Nagao finally spoke. Aomine and Kuroko released their holds on each other; Aomine's blush hidden under his tan face, and Kuroko expressionless. "I'm impressed. That was much better." He turned around. "How about Murasakibara-kun next?"

"Ehh…" the giant looked over.

"Whaa~ I wanted to go next," Kise pouted.

"Don't mess up, bro." Aomine tapped Murasakibara's arm as he lumbered over.

"I don't need Mine-chin to tell me that," Murasakibara sulked. He too was unhappy at being called an immature brat and didn't plan on messing up.

Nagao realized the giant was too tall to stand next to Kuroko. "Wait, can you move over there? I'll need you two to sit down since I can't get you both in one shot." Assistants moved the lighting equipment to the chaise in the center of the room facing the fireplace.

Murasakibara immediately lay on the lounge and crossed his incredibly long legs. Kuroko sat on the its one arm.

"Whenever you're ready," Nagao called, lifting his camera.

Kuroko placed a hand on Murasakibara's shoulder and leaned over, tilting his neck so that the long hair cascaded over one side like a gentle waterfall. Murasakibara reached up with one of his large hands to lightly touch the pale face. Click. Click. Click. "Kuro-chin, your lips look like candy~" the giant singsonged.

"Please don't try to eat them," was the soft-spoken yet firm reply.

A small squeak, a rustle of fabric, and Kuroko abruptly landed in the giant's lap. Kuroko looked up at Murasakibara with knitted eyebrows. "If you wanted me to move, you could have just asked. I would have done it myself."

"Weehh… but I like lifting Kuro-chin. You're so light and small~" The blue-haired boy frowned. When he heard the shutter clicking, Kuroko shifted into a better pose. He placed both hands on Murasakibara's chest and rested his head on his shoulder. Murasakibara held Kuroko by the waist and cast a languid gaze towards the camera. Click. Click. Click.

Nagao lowered his camera, "Can you change positions so Kuroko-chan is laying on the couch and Murasakibara-kun is sitting on the floor?"

Once in position, Kuroko held his hand beside his face, and let his hair hang over the lounge's edge. Murasakibara sat close to him on the plush rug, keeping an elbow on the chaise, and his other hand in a loose fist at his side. In the dim lighting of the drawing room, he looked like a beast protecting the belle. Click. Click. Click.

"Kuro-chin~" Murasakibara sat up to drape his arm over Kuroko's sideways figure. Even while sitting on the floor, Murasakibara was tall enough to look down on Kuroko's face. "Do I look cool?"

"Hmm?" Kuroko's eyes barely indicated surprise.

"Muro-chin said I look cool while modeling. Is it true?"

Kuroko gave a small smile, "Yes, Murasakibara-kun. You look very cool. Especially with your hair like that."

Murasakibara grinned too. "I like Kuro-chin when he smiles." Click. Click. Click.


End of Chapter

Sigh… splitting up the photoshoot again, I apologize.

fanfic recommendation: Conquering Casanova by Amiyuu. Sexy T-rated AoKuro, superb writing, incredibly fast updates. Go read it!

EDIT: lol it's not t-rated anymore which gives you all the more reason to read it ;D