Author's Note: Alright, I haven't really decided on much for this series. The title is temporary, unless I can't find a more fitting title. This is a genderbending of the Kiseki no Sedai, but I haven't thought too far into it. This is in the point of Kuroko to begin with, but it jumps around different points of view. I have the idea for chapter three, but nothing really is set. I have no set date release, and I guess I don't have much of an idea yet. I guess I just haven't put that much thought into this, and I wrote this when I was forced to stay awake. So, it might not be very good. Also, I'd like to have people review it, I want to know what other's think about it. I guess that's enough from me here, it's just an idea I have. I'm not sure if it's good or not, also, I have a lot of work I should be doing, but just couldn't help uploading this piece. It's my first one for quite awhile too.

One

Silence

As long as we have faith, then trusting other's is easy.

An alarm was buzzing as I opened my eyes. My cold, bare room made me shiver, even though it was only spring. I shiver because it's lonely, and today makes it feel even lonelier.

I sat up as my groggy, tired eyes searched the room in its entirety. My eyes finally resting upon a crisp, clean uniform. The uniform I'd be wearing for awhile now.

I dressed and wet my hair down. It is always a mess when I wake, even if I don't move so much at night. In the mirror, it reflected my image, a young woman with teal blue hair that reached to the top of my shoulders. My eyes moving from the top, down to my teal blue eyes, the same color to match my hair, down to my nose, my lips, and just searching to find the person I used to be. The image projected had pale, porcelain skin, pale red lips set in a line. I had no expression to show, even my eyes were cloudy and cold. It did nothing to show the inner turmoil I was really feeling.

I won't see them, the people I had called friends. We won't be in the same school, we wouldn't see each other. There won't be any more laughing, arguing, crying, or playing together. That feeling makes me so sad, but I can't turn back. I've worked so hard just to make it to this point.

"We'll meet again," I whispered as I ran out of my room, my words lingering to an old picture from back then, back when we were all happy. A group of multi colored heads showing the love and joy they held. Each personality being reflected by that one captured moment, forever in time.

Downstairs I was greeted by the empty, dark living room. The only light being produced by the slow, rising sun. It gave an illuminated shadow over the single, white couch, dark ebony wooden coffee table, and every wall held an array of pictures taken over time.

My eyes shifted to the coffee table where my teal phone lay. It was buzzing letting me know a new message had come in. I'd already taken a guess at who it was, there were only a couple of people I knew to leave me messages.

My hand hovered over the phone, in a moment of hesitation, then I picked it up. Flipping open the screen I saw the incoming message, Kise Ryouka, appeared on the message screen. She was a clingy friend I had made in middle school. We had spent an awful lot of time together, but that was for practice for the most part.

I hovered my thumb over the ok button, I hesitated in deleting the message. Ever since the last part of our final year, I had stopped talking to them. Would I continue to keep up my own silence, not talking to them even to this extent?

In the end I pressed the button and slipped the phone into my pocket. I had noticed the time and decided to head out to school. It would be bad to be late for the first day of school, though in my case, they wouldn't even notice if I was late or not.

I passed a picture on my way out, it was a picture that had three colorful heads. Myself and two of my closest friends from middle school. We looked happy while eating popsicles, a treat we bought on our way home. We looked happy, carefree, not even tainted by the pain that was to come. I blamed myself for what had happened, that if I had noticed sooner, then maybe we'd still be happy in our own little worlds.

Was it right for me to leave? Did I do the right thing? Can they forgive me in the end? I know the answer would be no. I left them at a crucial point, how can they forgive me?

"They didn't need me," I reassured myself, to not falter in my own goals. It was a mantra I started when I wanted to give up, return their calls, return to them. I had to keep going, to never look back. To find my own resolution.

I left my home, the sky starting to brighten even more as the sun climbed in the sky. The sky going from dark, to grey, and finally to a light blue. Clouds dissipating, clearing for the new day.

I felt my own turmoil start to fade, to brighten up. Even if I couldn't forget the past, I'd still move forward in my present, using my own past to fuel towards my future. Today, even if I couldn't find the solution right away, I'd still keep going. Without breaking down my own resolution.

I wasn't wrong, or that's what I wanted to believe. I wanted them to see it too, that my way wasn't wrong, the my play was how it should be. There wasn't a need to do things alone. We were missing something, and I was determined to find it. Then, they'll finally understand too.

With a deep breath, I opened my book to the last page I read, and started to walk toward my school of choice. I had new determination and I wasn't going to go back. If I let myself regret the past, then I'd really loose all reason, that I'd been wrong instead.

Faith is meant for people you trust, until that trust is shattered. I'll keep them in the dark, I won't say a word. Just as the pictures stood silent, but held many words, I would be the same.

Ending Notes:

My thoughts on the title is because different words captivate us without realizing it. For Kuroko, her silence to her friends, the silence of her home, and the wordless thoughts from her pictures have captivated her own heart filled with regret. I thought about what Kuroko would think in this kind of situation as well. What his thoughts are for all the words unspoken. A silent person has more thoughts then you could think.

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