GENERATION OF MUSIC
Song 6; That won't do.
"We're hopeless.."
"Music isn't the thing for us."
"Kuroko, understand that."
"You guys...how can I understand that? It's—"
"Goodbye."
He woke up.
Running a hand through his messy blue locks, Kuroko panted, a sigh escaping from his lips. He shook his head to erase that dream – memory. Looking out the window, he realized, "I should go already."
Aomine wasn't a person to dress up. Ever. He'd always hated how people encouraged or told (or in Akashi's case, forced) him to. So when he was suddenly told by Momoi to dress up, he was clearly annoyed.
"Oi, Satsuki. I'm only accompanying you to the studio," Aomine grumbled, "So why do I have to dress up?"
Momoi, responding to Aomine's question, pouted and continued to search through his drawers from some clothes. "Dai-chan, do you want appear in a magazine with that kind of clothing? If so, there will be a complete uproar and Akashi-kun will be mad at you, you know~" She giggled at Aomine's reaction which was to pale, imagining Akashi mad at him. "It will ruin your reputation and the band's too."
"Besides, the photographer wanted me to take some photos with you. It seems they are interested in us, because we're childhood friends." She sighed. "Even though I like Tetsu-kun only!" the girl squealed in delight, fangirling over the phantom singer. "He's very gentle, polite and handsome!"
Aomine rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah." He grabbed the clothes from Momoi – a pair of jeans, a white sleeveless shirt and a motorbike jacket. "Get out." He kicked her out to change clothes.
Outside his room, she smiled, looking at her phone. Today would be great - she already planned the day. This would be the day.
'I'm on my way. '
"Are we there yet, Satsuki?"
"Not yet, be patient!"
"..." Aomine glanced to his right in the car, boredom apparent on his face. His expression flickered, seeing a few figures playing with instruments. Street performers? Looking at the crowd gathered around the boys and girls who were playing flute, cello, violin and trumpet, Aomine frowned. "Classical music, huh?"
They were all smiling, enjoying the melody of their instruments, bonding together with harmony.
Aomine looked to the front, not sparing them another glance. Why must he care about those people playing music randomly? It's not his problem. At all.
Momoi saw the action and her expression saddened. "Dai-chan…"
"Hey, Dai-chan," she called, "Do you know? The kanji for music can be written as 'fun' too!" she recalled. Her mother had told her that in the past. "So…"
"Satsuki." He cut her off, grimly. "What are you trying to say?" He glowered at her, completely in a bad mood. He hated when she talked about music like that, he hated when people talked like that.
The hell. How could it be fun?
He always won in contests. He was hated…by his former friends because he was too enthusiastic about singing. It was no longer fun, merely an activity.
Momoi opened her mouth to say more but closed it instead, shaking her head. "…Forget about it, Dai-chan."
She couldn't give up.
But, why did she say to him to forget about it?
Her palms tightened.
Both of them were greeted by a staff member as soon as they reached the destination. "You must be Aomine Daiki and Momoi Satsuki, yes? My, what beauty!" the person said, tilting her head as she puffed out her cheeks. Aomine twitched in disgust; another woman who was flirting with him. Although he read magazines like that, he utterly hated it when a woman only approached him for his looks.
The bassist sighed. "Just hurry up, woman."
Momoi gaped at him. "That's rude!" Lecturing over Aomine again, her mind remembered their past together-when Aomine loved music. "... Don't say things like that to a woman." She looked away.
"..." Aomine was silent towards Momoi's sudden behavior. As he was about to ask her what's the matter, the woman interrupted.
The woman giggled, "Your friend has arrived already. He's waiting in the dressing room."
Friend? Aomine raised an eyebrow at this as Momoi thanked the staff member. He guessed Momoi knew something. "Satsuki, who's this friend, huh?"
She ignored him and walked to the female dressing room.
"Oi, Satsuki- Argh."
He was truly annoyed.
Walking to the dressing room, he slid the door open only to find a half-naked teal-haired boy he knew very well – the guitarist of the band, specializing in rhythms, Kuroko Tetsuya.
Why is he here?
Was what Aomine thought.
With a merely calm, not shocked or embarrassed at all (because he is half naked.) Kuroko bowed "Oh, good afternoon, Aomine-kun."
Aomine's expression read, "What the hell?"
Looking Aomine's gaping mouth, the blue haired teen spoke. "Aomine-kun, if you continue gaping like that, flies will get in."
"... Asdfgh— Kuroko?! Why are you here?" Aomine stuttered as he closed his mouth. "And flies wouldn't get in."
Kuroko answered bluntly, "Momoi-san said that the three of us were assigned to a photo shoot together."
"Three?!" Aomine shouted disbelievingly. "She said it would be the two of us—"
"Well, the magazine will have the two of you be interviewed and get some photos of you together. And because I'm a new member of the famous band, there'll be an article about myself and a photo as well. Momoi-san suggested that to the publisher and he agreed."
…SATSUKI!
A few meters from the boy's dressing room, a girl sneezed.
"...Huh." A man with short, black hair parted to his left huffed. A lazy sigh came out of his lips next, his eyes twitching. "It seems that I'll be interviewing you guys again," he said. "It's been a while, I guess." Raising his right hand for a handshake, the man sighed.
Aomine growled. "Well, sorry about getting me again. You just have bad luck." He took the handshake. "Follow Midorima's obsession horoscopes, maybe you'll get better luck." The tanned snorted.
"Don't joke with me. Follow his weird hobbies? No thanks." The man rolled his eyes. "You're seriously like that Haizaki. I have enough of him already. Don't you start too." He sighed. "Aomine, how's everything going?"
"Like usual."
"Akashi?"
"Being the usual Spartan leader he is."
"Ah, I see." He knew that Akashi is a spartan. A true Spartan.
..
No, he's the devil's child.
Kuroko blinked at the taller male in front of him. The man looked at Kuroko, "You're…Kuroko Tetsuya, right?" he asked, receiving a nod from Kuroko. "You must be quite talented to join the Generation of Miracles."
"Thank you for the compliment," Kuroko said.
"Oh, my name's Nijimura Shuzo." Nijimura introduced himself. "I'll be interviewing you."
"Do take care of me as the interview goes on," Kuroko said politely, bowing his head.
"…if only Haizaki was like this, life would be easier!" Nijimura groaned. "Where is that kid anyway?! That lazy bastard."
"If you don't mind me asking, how do you know the Generation of Miracles?"
"I was a former singer of the band in middle school but quit. Now I work as a reporter. And because they're damn geniuses at singing, I often interview them."
The teal-haired boy nodded.
Nijimura looked at his watch, irritated. "Where is Haizaki?! He should be here right now!"
Momoi sweat dropped. "Um…can't we do the interview with Nijimura-senpai only?"
The raven-haired male sighed tiredly, running a hand through his short black hair. "I guess. Alright, let's start."
"Alright, that's all for Aomine and Momoi. Let's start, Kuroko," Nijimura announced, turning to Kuroko. "First, what are your hobbies?"
Kuroko answered easily. "Singing, reading, making handicrafts."
Momoi squealed.
Aomine yawned.
Nijimura continued, "What do you do in your daily life?"
"Read, write songs, take care of my family."
"Do you have any pets? Do you live alone?"
"No, I don't. I'm currently living alone, as my father and grandmother are in Kyoto. My mother had died."
Nijimura nodded, patting the boy slightly. "Okay, last one. Why did you start singing? And I heard some rumors that you rejected the offer to join the Generation of Miracles but accepted in the end. Why?"
Kuroko went silent at first.
That question got Aomine's attention, as he perked up, waiting for Kuroko's answer.
"I…" Kuroko started, "I started because of my friend. We both enjoyed singing. We have been singing since fifth grade but because we went to different schools, we never met again in middle or high school. I haven't seen him since. Then Seirin came into my life but we eventually disbanded. And here I am now," he finished.
"As for the last question," Kuroko glanced at Momoi. "It's because I want to change the Generation of Miracles one by one."
Nijimura's eyebrows furrowed in confusion; Aomine had also been confused. Nijimura asked again, "Change the Generation of Miracles?"
The phantom singer nodded. "Yes. I dislike how they view singing as a job only and do not find any pleasure in it." He said. "That's why, I'll change them. I'll make them find singing a fun thing to do—"
Laughter cut through Kuroko's words. The noise came from Aomine Daiki. "Hah!" The tanned man scoffed. "Change us? Kuroko, are you joking with me? That's impossible!"
"..." Kuroko stared at him blankly. "I can do it. I will."
"No, you can't!"
"Let's just see, shall we?" Kuroko challenged.
Aomine twitched.
"I'll never find singing fun…"
"The hell, Aomine? Face it, you're too talented for us!"
"It's just a job…"
"We can't keep up with you, you know?!"
"There aren't even any rivals for me."
"Enough with the whole 'singing is fun and everyone can sound amazing'! There are people who can't. You're the one who can, who's talented while we aren't. Don't push us!"
"Just shut the hell up, Aomine!"
"It's no longer the fun singing I've had. It's hell. I've only been doing it as a job," Aomine stated, before he bolted out of the room.
The three people who were still sitting on the couch blinked.
This interview sure was a mess, Nijimura thought.
D-Dai-chan…Tetsu-kun… Momoi bit her lips.
Kuroko returned to his poker face. "I'm sorry, but Nijimura-san, I would prefer it if you didn't include Aomine-kun's outburst in the article. As well as my answer for why I joined the band."
Said male nodded, agreeing. "Even if you hadn't asked me to, I wouldn't. That would ruin your reputation and Akashi would be mad."
Nijimura glanced at his watch. "We're done here. Thank you for your time."
Kuroko bowed, as well as Momoi. "Thank you for the hard work." The two spoke in unison, causing Momoi to blush while Kuroko kept his usual expression.
"However- since you said that you had a friend. This is the last question before you leave; Who is your friend?"
The teen's eyes were shadowed by his blue bangs.
"Ogiwara... Shigehiro."
A teen's alarm clock rang. Being awaken by the sudden noise, the teen's hand turned off the alarm as his eyes fluttering to open.
"... Woah. It's already this late?!" He shouted in shock. "Man, I have practice today too!" He whined, setting the covers right. "I'm going to be scolded-"
His phone rang suddenly. That must be the manager!
Answering the phone call, he replied while putting on his work clothes. "Hello?"
"You moron! You're late for practice!"
"I'm sorry! I overslept! The dream was amazing you know!"
The other line growled. "Whatever, what did you dream?"
He smiled. "A memory. A memory when I was playing music with my friend in fifth grade."
Ring. Ring.
"Hello?" Kuroko picked up his phone, greeting the one who called him. "Akashi-kun?"
Akashi went into the matter immediately. "Tetsuya, your reason for joining the Generation of Miracles was to change our style of singing, am I right?"
Blue eyes blinked. "..."
"I'll take that silence as a yes." Akashi sighed, then smirked. "I knew there was something wrong with Ryouta and Shintaro lately. So I investigated and it appears to be you – the cause of their odd behavior."
Kuroko responded, "So, is there something wrong with that?"
On the other side, Akashi smirked. "That won't do, Tetsuya."
His eyebrows furrowed.
"Daiki won't be that easy, as well as Atsushi and I." Akashi chuckled. "Singing is only an activity."
"Akashi-kun, I'm sure if you keep saying that, you'll end up at your doom." Kuroko glared at the ground.
His smirk grew bigger. "Well, I would like to see that. But it won't come true."
"Akashi-kun—"
"I'm always right, Tetsuya," Akashi snapped, his voice sharp and menacing. "That kind of method won't do." At that, Kuroko's eyes widened. "Remember Tetsuya, I am absolute. You will follow my orders. You are my pawn and I'm the king."
"The ruler."
The other line ended the call.
In his large, expensive-looking house, the red head played shogi by himself in the living room. The clock ticked; it read 11 p.m.
Dressed in his pajamas, Akashi ruffled his wet hair – moisture from the hot shower he had disappeared into the white silk of a towel. Drops of water fell on the shogi board.
His mismatched eyes glanced towards his phone. "Even so," he mumbled to himself, voice quiet as a whisper. He opened the phone, to the call history that read Kuroko Tetsuya. Hiding the smirk that came to his lips, he continued his statement, "I'm curious."
"How will you change them?"
"How will you change me? The absolute one?"
"Tetsuya was successful in changing Ryota and Shintaro, it seems."
"What is your reason anyway, Tetsuya? We will fall?" Akashi scoffed at the thought. "That will never happen."
Did you have a similar experience?
Did you hate music once?
Akashi couldn't help but chuckle. Kuroko Tetsuya's action were interesting. First, he dared to deny him. Second, he'd called him by ridiculous nicknames.
He ignored the second one.
That didn't matter right now.
"I would like to see you try and change us, Tetsuya," he said. "Let the game start."
Akashi Seijuro moved a piece, another smirk forming. "Oute."
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