~CHAPTER 3~

"What in the six depths of hell is that fucker doing here?!"

"Why don't you go inside with me, Mayu-nii-san?"

The latter shook his head. "If it means meeting with your arrogant teammates then no thanks. Though…"

"Though?"

"I really need to go to the comfort room."

He saw Kuroko laughed. "I see."

Mayuzumi pouted. "Don't laugh or I might kill you."

"Then let's go?"

Mayuzumi nodded and together they walked inside the three-storey building, not knowing what tragedy waits ahead of them as soon as they step foot on the building's ground.

Kuroko widened his eyes. He sure has been punched a lot since he arrived here. What kind of members are staying here, a bunch of lunatics?

Before Kuroko could even move to get up from the floor, Mayuzumi already pounced at him and started to punch the baby blue-haired teen continuously with tears in his eyes.

"Kuro…ko…" He voicelessly called out, his body weak, blood splattered everywhere. "Kuroko… h-help… me… p-please… save me…"

Things from above fell to him and he knew no more.

Even when there's already a lot of them trying to stop Mayuzumi, the dirty white-haired guy still continued to punch Kuroko. Even if the latter still continued to defend himself, he started to fear for his life when Mayuzumi held his knife and then…

BANG! BANG!

…the knife went flying while Mayuzumi's hand began to bleed.

Mibuchi's pistol said it all.

"Mibuchi!" Mayuzumi shouted then got up, Kuroko lying between his feet. "Are you trying to-"

"I'm not disrespecting my senpai, however, I'm trying to save you." Mibuchi replied then sheathed his gun. "Hitting a comatosed person with a knife is not allowed in Afterlife."

"Hah! I don't care if I'll vanish and be an earthworm or anything!" Mayuzumi replied with rage. "If both of us will suffer hell, it would be all worth it!" Then he gazed at Kuroko, who was being helped by Hyuuga and Riko. "After all, he's the sole reason why I'm here."

Gasps are heard throughout the room and Mayuzumi's all but smirking.

"Remember this Kuroko, we're not done yet." Was the last sentence he said before leaving the room.

There was a long silence in the room but it momentarily broke when Hyuuga whispered to Kuroko.

"Are you okay?"

Kuroko remained silent.

"Is it true?" This time it's Riko who asked.

"I…" Kuroko started, then looked down. "I don't know."


~REAL WORLD~

The doctor and some nurses emerged from the ICU of the hospital, alerting Nijimura from his seat.

"S-sensei… how's Kuroko?"

The doctor looked at Nijimura. "Are you one of the patient's friends?"

"Yes. I'm currently watching him since his grandmother's taking rest, although she'll be here tomorrow morning to bring Kuroko's things and check his condition." Nijimura explained. "So… how is he?"

"His condition is now stable and his pulse is now beating normally, but because of what happened earlier we will continue to observe him for at least 24 hours." The doctor replied. "This might be one of the signs that he's waking up, however we shouldn't get our hopes high."

Nijimura looked down. "Is… that so?"

The doctor nodded. "Please excuse me, I have other patients to attend to." He then had his leave.

Nijimura said nothing and instead entered the room 411, which is dim and the only source of light is the moon coming in of the open window. However it is enough for the black-haired teen to look at someone who's lying in the bed, unconscious.

A lot of bandages were on Kuroko's body including his right temple, and there was this funny-looking white collar on his neck, and there's a lot of tubes connected on his nose, mouth, and he knew there's more on Kuroko's body.

Lifeless would be exaggerating, unconscious would be understatement…

…comatose would be the right word.

I hope… Nijimura thought as he held Kuroko pale right hand. I hope you'll wake up as soon as possible, or the Generation of Miracles saving you would go into nothing.


~AFTERLIFE~

Kuroko looked at the scenery below him, letting the rooftop's breezy wind flow in his hair and body. It cooled him down for a bit.

I know everyone and everything is weird but, this feels like home. Minus Mayuzumi-kun. Kuroko thought. But the comforting silence was interrupted by a familiar hand holding a large cup with straw in front of him. Looking on his right, he saw Riko beside him. Riko also held a can of milk in her other hand.

"Riko-san." He said as a term of acknowledgement, then accepted the cup in front of him. "What is this?"

"That Sadist President told me to give it to you." Riko answered with a pissed expression and watched as Kuroko took a sip and looked surprise. "That's a cup of vanilla milkshake."

Kuroko took another sip after pausing a minute, liking the beverage. "Wait… you just said 'Sadist', right?"

"Yeah, he's the one who bought that and told me to give it to you."

"Did you attack him?"

"Almost, but…"

"Riko."

Riko, who heard that familiar voice, instinctively looked at her back where Akashi is and showed an attack stance. "What do you want?"

The red-haired showed a large blue cup. "I'd like you to give this to Tetsuya."

"To Kuroko?" Riko asked confusedly, dropping the stance as soon as she realized that he's not going to attack him.

"Yes."

Riko, accepting the cup, raised her right eyebrow. "How can I be so sure that this drink doesn't have poison?"

"I don't have any reasons why would I put some poison in his favorite drink. Oh, in case he asks, that's a vanilla milkshake." He replied.

Riko sighed. "Okay, okay, I'll give him this. Thanks."

Kuroko hummed in agreement. "Do you know what?"

"What?"

"I…" Kuroko hesitated, then shook his head. "Nothing Riko-san, I'll tell you when I'm ready."

The brunette's ears and nose fumed.

"But… thank you for accepting me in the Battlefront." Kuroko continued, then looked at the scene below. "By the way, are they lost souls too?" He pointed at the students and teacher who were at the open campus practicing sports with their respective clubmates.

"Huh?" Riko looked below too. "Oh, maybe some of them who chose to live normal life here, but most of them are Humanoids."

"Humanoids?"

"Yeah. They are the creatures who lived like humans but not really humans. They're here to guide the souls on what they should do if they were to stay here because they don't have any memories." Riko said, then showed two pieces of paper from her bag and gave it to Kuroko, who accepted. "Any of your questions that are unanswered in this two papers will be answered tomorrow in our HQ meeting after class. Make sure you attend classes tomorrow to scout the Generation of Miracles."

Kuroko watched Riko walking away. When she opened the door, she rummaged through her tote bag again and threw something she found to Kuroko, which is a black gakuran covered in plastic.

"Welcome to Integrated Resistance Battlefront, Seirin Faction, Kuroko Tetsuya." She said then closed the door, vanishing from Kuroko's vision.

Kuroko's a valuable asset, notably that the Generation of Miracles knew him, so it is only just that he should belong to Seirin, Riko thought as she remembered a memory regarding Generation of Miracles.

"We knew that we should fight God, but how?" Riko said aloud particularly to no one as she walked by the dark hallways when she suddenly saw a bright light illuminating from one of the classrooms. Running to it, she halted and took a peek and was surprised when she saw the Generation of Miracles talking to it.

"How can we be sure that you're not just fucking us around, huh?!" Aomine shouted in rage.

"Yeah, and how come we remember our own memories?!"

"Calm down Daiki, Ryouta!"

"Simple. You are made in the first place to be my representatives here in Afterlife. I will give you powers to defend yourself…"

"I knew it in the first place! Now I know how to fight him." Riko said excitedly and ran to the HQ to spread the news to the members.

"You seem happy." Momoi commented as soon as Riko got outside.

"Of course, why wouldn't I?" Riko replied. "The real war starts now."


Notes: I'm currently working on the other chapters now but at least for now, if you can, I wanted to ask a question for you to answer: Please give me an example of a trap. Trap. I mean baits or whatsoever that you usually find in horror or mystery movies in a haunted house location or something like that. Example: When you stepped on the trigger, the ceiling and the walls suddenly moves and threatens to sandwich you alive. If you already watched Angel Beats, you know what kind of traps I'm talking about.

Aside from that, please review!