Hello again, everyone. I am currently sinking into the seas of depression, because as soon as I wrote the exceptionally long chapter 3, the software crashed. That was at 1 to 2 a.m.
Please forgive my errors. I am really tired right now. Also, I will not really follow the Teiko arc. Kuroko will start in the 'Gold' category. However, Kise will not have joined the Generation of Miracles yet. Haizaki will also be an antagonist, since I am simply a mean person.
Loner72:Thank you for sticking with me. It is very much appreciated and comforting.
Akashi Lover:I apologise, but I cannot grant your wish. I do not have the information necessary to write smut, but I do have a surprise planned in the next fanfiction I will write. I, too, intend to spread the love.
Disclaimer:I do not own Kuroko no Basuke.
A figure stood at the top of the carpeted stairs, where a throne-like chair sat, waiting. Casting an ominous shadow on the cold, marble floor underneath him, he slowly made his way down the steps. Reaching a bony arm out, he handed a stack of documents to a figure, which went by the name of Nijimura Shuuzo.
"Are these the brats selected for the first-year student council?" Although his sentence was structured like that of a question, it was, indeed, a statement.
"Yes. You have been specially selected to mentor them. I expect you to perform your job flawlessly and dutifully. Pay close attention to Akashi Seijuro and Kuroko Tetsuya in particular. They are interesting."
Giving the older man a slight bow, Nijimura excused himself. As he walked towards the exit of the hall, footsteps echoing and bouncing off the walls, he spared the stack of papers a quick glance. The scowl on his face briefly disappeared, replaced by a smirk tugging at the ends of his lips.
Exiting the hall, his facial expression converted back into a frown.
"Hmm... Interesting, huh..."
It was a relatively mediocre day for the first-years of Teiko Academy. After the welcoming speech by the director of the school, the top entrance scorer, Akashi Seijuro was called up to give his entrance speech.
As motioned by the director with a swift nod of his head, Akashi began his speech. Oozing with grace and charisma, many students found themselves enchanted by his silky smooth voice. Once finished, he skilfully ended his talk and walked down the stage, taking his seat next to the director of the school. If you are questioning how well-received his speech was, well, it was good enough to make a certain blonde copycat fall heads for heels for him and start adding the suffix '-chii' to his name.
As I would like to proceed with this starting, It was a rather boring day for the students. Students from each category were tested on their intellect and intensity of their magic. Although Aomine Daiki failed the intelligence part, his magic was so intense that it made several holes in the ultra-hard walls of the training room.
After sheepishly apologising and meekly scratching his head for the eighth in a day, Aomine was both mentally and physically exhausted. He wanted nothing more than to sink back into that oh-so-soft couch of his back home, lazing under his artificial sun and enjoy the comfort of his only known relief - pornography. He had just been tracing those beautiful curves of Horikata Mai's breasts, when his train of thought was rudely interrupted by two harsh facts in life - that Teiko was a boarding school, so he would have to make do with the couches in the school dormitory, and that that 'b**** Satsuki', as he put it, had made sure that all his gravure magazines had disappeared without a trace and had submitted an application for the student council for him with her as the manager without his consent. In Aomine's eyes, doing something without his awesome self's approval was unforgivable, and getting rid of his pornographic magazines was the gravest sin one could ever commit. But then again, this was Momoi Satsuki, his childhood friend who had already committed the gravest sin many times, resulting in him getting used to it. As soon as class ended, Aomine sauntered out of the training room, and walked into the canteen.
Horikata Mai, he chanted in his head. Horikata Mai, come to m - " So lost in his chanting was he that he did not even notice someone in front of him in the queue for food. His wide body bumped into a smaller one, the latter falling to the floor. A feeling of dejá vù overwhelmed him and dark blue eyes met teal coloured ones. Kuroko's normally expressionless face donned a small frown as he felt the impact of the floor.
"Shit! Sorry man, I didn't mean to do that...?"
"Kuroko. It's Kuroko Tetsuya, Aomine-kun."
"Wait, Tetsu - Can I call you Tetsu?" After he received a nod of approval from Kuroko, he continued, " - How do you know my name?"
To his surprise, a small smile graced Kuroko's lips as he answered, "You have a notorious reputation for breaking eight walls today, Aomine-kun. Anyone who does not know your name would either be very dumb or someone who does nothing but sleep in class."
Seeing that it was his turn to order his food, Kuroko turned around and gave his order. He then got out of line woth a tray of two vanilla milkshakes. Aomine, upon seeing this exclaimed," That's not enough, Tetsu! Screw this, you're not even eating!"
Kuroko was about to launch into an explanation about how their body proportions and nutritional requirements varied, but then realised that they were lining up, and shrugged, stepping out of the queue and waiting for Aomine to finish ordering his food.
Being he caring and nice friend he was, Aomine ordered an extra portion of meat for Kuroko, and despite the latter's silent protests, dumped the chunk of meat onto his his tray. Call it unhygienic, but Aomine did not care. Kuroko and Aomine then walked around to find an empty table, but their efforts proved futile.
Resigned to his fate of having to stand up and eat, Aomine stopped beside a table, sighing in frustration.
"Aomine, would you like to join us at our table? You too, Kuroko." a soft and smooth voice sliced through the air and reverberated in Aomine's ears. Looking down, his gaze met Akashi Seijuro's, and he glanced at Kuroko. Akashi was sitting at a table with two others he recalled as Midorima Suntarou and Murablablabla Atsushi.
Ignoring Aomie's questioning looks, Kuroko stared dreamily into Akashi's ruby orbs. He absolutely could not believe the fact that someone had noticed his presence, much less the top entrance scorer.
"Anything for you, Akashi-kun," he said as he placed his tray beside Akashi's. He had gained some - no, a lot of newfound respect for Akashi.
"That is unhygienic, Kuroko." Pointing at the piece of meat, Akashi cast a spell and had it replaced with a cleaner one.
Kuroko supplied Akashi with one of his rare smiles.
Akashi gently smiled back.
Everyone present at the scene felt the paces of their hearts quicken.
Aomine took a seat next to Kuroko.
Done... Everyone, I am done... I feel tired and sleep-deprived. Now, I just have to write the part about Kise and the examinations and we can bid adios to 'Teiko Academy First Year' and say hello to 'Teiko Academy Second Year', which I have already planned the storyline out for.
Sweet dreams, everyone, no matter your timezone.