GENERATION OF MUSIC.

Song 10 : Just try.

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The door's lock opened with a slight click and the door swung open. With a breath, the middle-aged man took a step inside the room, before bowing at the sight of his young master—already awake and in the middle of buttoning his white shirt.

"Young master, it is time."

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"Your friends have arrived," the man continued.

With a casual glance over his shoulder, Akashi Seijuro smirked. And with his alluring voice, he replied, "I'll be there soon."

"I'm home," six-year-old Akashi Seijuro said as he entered his home. Following the usual routine, he went to his father's room, first knocking. "Father, it's me, Seijuro." Akashi opened the door.

"Oh, Seijuro. How did it go at school?"

Akashi gave the male a paper, "There was a test today."

"A perfect score as always. You really are the perfect son." Akashi's father smiled proudly at the boy, ruffling his hair. "Now, go to your room, study as always. Remember, you are the only heir of this family, Seijuro."

"Yes, father."

Akashi Shuichi was seated at his mahogany desk, which was filled with paperwork to be signed. He did not complain however; he merely shifted to see the time and maintained his poker face. He thought about his only child, Akashi Seijuro. Although he was an only child, whose mother had run away when he was young, he was a good kid.

He had done well, educating his son.

The father stood up, adjusting his necktie. "As far as perfect…"

"I still need to educate him more."

Six teenagers were all gathered in front of a big manor in proper attire. All of their eyes couldn't really believe what they were seeing, it was such a giant house. Of course, they knew that Akashi was certainly rich, but they hadn't expected this much.

They were now grateful they'd worn formal clothing (although Aomine and Murasakibara hadn't wanted to and it took some time for them to be convinced). After all, they were going to meet with the father of Akashi Seijuro, their demonic leader.

"I believe we should enter," Kuroko suggested, seeing that the gate had opened after he pressed the bell.

Momoi, the manager of the band, nodded as the others followed.

"Speaking of which, isn't Midorima used to this?" Aomine turned to face the man.

Murasakibara nodded. "Mido-chin is good friends with Aka-chin, right? Even I've never entered his house."

Said man sighed. "True, I've been to his house once but it was a long time ago." He fixed his glasses. "Let's not waste time here."

Kise looked up. "This is going to be a tiring daaay," he complained, thinking about how he should act in front of Akashi's father. If the son was that demonic, what kind of father would it be? Kise grumbled inwardly. "I'm a bit scared of meeting Akashi-cchi's father."

"Scaredy cat," Aomine commented.

"Aomine-cchi, you're afraid too, admit it!" Kise retorted.

Before the two could start a fight, Kuroko cut them off. "If Akashi-kun sees that you are making a ruckus in his house, how would he react?"

And the two boys shut their mouths, knowing well the threat the boy gave to them. If they valued their lives, they really should shut up. The six of them entered the house, greeted by many housemaids.

"Obviously an E-cup," Aomine mumbled, eyeing the maids chests, which earned him a whack from his childhood friend and a lecture about being rude.

"Ah. You're all here."

They looked at the stairs, only to see their leader, Akashi Seijuro—in a rather plain clothes, a white shirt and black jeans. Akashi slowly headed down the stairs, and spoke. "I expected you guys to be a bit late." He chuckled. "But you're just on time."

"Let's go to the dining room."

"Akashi-cchi, why did you call us?" Kise whined, sitting between Midorima and Aomine at the long, white dining table. "It's kind of scary, meeting your father suddenly."

Aomine remarked, "It's like seeing your soon to be father-in-law."

Midorima rolled his eyes. "Seriously, enough joking Ahomine," Midorima remarked.

Akashi listened to the conversation. "Well, you could say that. Except that none of you are going to be my bride." He chuckled. "It's nothing serious, just calm down."

"But Aka-chin, you don't look very encouraging."

Their leader didn't answer.

Kuroko opened his mouth to speak, "Akashi-kun—"

When the door suddenly opened, and a tall, old man came in. The atmosphere went tense, and the man broke it down, speaking formally.

"Good morning. I am Akashi's father."

I'm nauseous.

Kise, don't use that reason to go home.

I'm not...maybe. That's a good idea.

Kise-kun, if you dare go home…

I'm hungry… Is the food ready yet?

Mukkun, you're the only one who can only think about food at this moment.

Guys, someone really has to talk right now, urgh. The silence is killing me.

Well, how about you, Ahomine?

The Generation of Miracles spared glances at each other, speaking telepathically. The whole room had been quiet ever since Akashi's father showed up. They didn't dare to speak to the almighty Akashi heir, however the silence was bothering them. Someone needed to talk. Unfortunately, most didn't have the courage or the topic.

They glanced at Akashi, hoping he would say something.

Shuichi opened his mouth to speak. "Well, you all must be Seijuro's so-called... bandmates." His lips turned up in a smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you all. If you don't mind, each of you could introduce yourself…?"

Well, he doesn't look that scary, thought Kise. "Uhm, I'm Kise Ryouta!"

Aomine was the second one to speak. "Aomine Daiki."

"Midorima Shintaro."

"Murasakibara Atsushi," slurred Murasakibara lazily.

"Momoi Satsuki!" beamed Momoi.

Shuichi looked at the last person, "How about you, boy?" he asked, pointing at Kuroko.

"I'm Kuroko Tetsuya," Kuroko answered. Shuichi nodded, pleased.

"I see, so you are Seijuro's friends." He smiled. "So, Seijuro. They are your… bandmates?" Tapping the dining table with his fingers, he asked. His scarlet eyes menacingly looking at his son.

Akashi glanced at his father, then at the Generation of Miracles. "Yes they are, father."

Momoi scratched the back of her neck. "I'm the manager, though." She laughed sheepishly.

The older male replied, "Aren't they lucky, to have a polite and beautiful manager like you." His lips turned upwards, smiling gently at the woman. "Well, why don't you talk about yourselves? I would like to hear more about Seijuro's friends and activities in the band."

Kise immediately reacted, his cheeks tinted with pink. "Sure!" His eyes sparkled. "Well, the first one to join was Midorima-cchi! He's good friends with Akashi-cchi, and they made plans to make a band, it seems." Kise continued rambling, while Shuichi continued to listen, resting his chin on his palm.

This isn't as bad as I thought it'd be. Momoi thought. I thought his father would do something to us. She smiled a bit. Maybe, he can support us in the future too...

While Momoi was thinking that, a certain man was deep in thought, eyeing the clock, watching it slowly ticking.

Two hours had passed, with Kise still rambling about all of their events.

"Oya? Boy, you keep watching the time, have you got another appointment?" Shuichi asked, looking at Kuroko.

Kuroko snapped out of thought, and shook his head. "No, it's nothing, sir."

"Ah, I see. Just say if you need something, okay?"

Akashi eyed Kuroko. "Tetsuya, go." Blue eyes met hetero ones, "I know you've got something to do today, I'm sorry for delaying it. You may go."

The others stared at the leader in disbelief. Usually he wouldn't do that. What had gotten into him?

"Erh…" A bit hesitant, Kuroko started, "Akashi-kun, it's alright. It's not really that important."

"Seeing your face, it's quite important."

He swallowed. "Then… is it okay if I leave early?" Kuroko looked at Shuichi. "Pardon my rudeness." Shuichi brushed it off, saying that it was okay. "Thank you. I'll see you guys tomorrow," he said to his mates, smiling guiltily.

With that, he left the room.

Akashi coughed. "Well, father. I think you should start sharing the real reason you asked me to gather my bandmates."

"Isn't it better if Kuroko-kun was here too?" Shuichi smiled.

"I will tell him next time, since he has something to take care of." Akashi smirked. "And I know, father. You wouldn't ask me to gather my friends for a reason as simple as getting to know each other."

"You're sharp as ever, my son."

Midorima raised an eyebrow, as the others shared the same look, confused.

The older male stood up, tightening his tie. He cleared his throat to gain their full attention. With a tough tone, he spoke. "Without further ado, I demand that you, the Generation of Miracles, disband."

"We will go different paths, and we will be reunited, fighting each other. We will see which one of us is stronger, there will be no one stronger than us. That is the oath we will take."

"KUROKOOOOO!"

It was nighttime and the loud scream of his childhood friend was heard across the road. The figure ran when the light was red, resulting in scolding from the drivers, but he paid no mind to them, and instead continued running until he glomped Kuroko Tetsuya.

"O-Ogiwara-kun!" Kuroko coughed. He pushed at the taller male. "You're heavy."

Ogiwara released his hold, and straightened up. He looked closely at Kuroko's face, and grinned. "Uwaah, you really have grown up!"

"Ogiwara-kun, you talk like my father," Kuroko deadpanned. "Please stop, it's disgusting."

He only laughed. "That part of you hasn't changed! Didn't you miss me?"

The boy smiled. "It's really has been a while. I'm glad you're okay."

"Heeey, you're not answering my question!" Ogiwara laughed sheepishly, then his eyes traveled to what the other was wearing. "Huh? Did you have something important today?"

"Akashi-kun just wanted me to meet his father, that's all."

Ogiwara raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

"My band leader."

"Oh, your band leader! Makes sense."

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Ting.

"WAIT, WHAT? BAND LEADER?!"

His eyes grew comically wide, his mouth gaping.

Kuroko chuckled. "Yes,"

Ogiwara's eyes fell. "But, Kuroko..." He bit his tongue, looked at the floor. "Are you—?"

"You've missed a lot while you were gone. Let's catch up at my home, shall we?"

"It's a shame we can't continue making music together..." Ogiwara cried. "K-Kurookoooo, I don't want to move, really. I want to stay here with you and make music again!"

Kuroko clenched his fists. "Ogiwara-kun, that's rather selfish…"

"Even though we're apart, we can still play music right?" Kuroko smiled, a smile almost no one had seen. "See you next time, Ogiwara-kun."

Near the riverbank, Kise was sitting, watching the midnight sky. "Uwaah," he mumbled. "The stars look tremendously bright today." His auburn eyes continued to stare.

His hand reached for the sky, "Akashi-cchi…"

"HUH?" Aomine shouted, standing up abruptly, enraged. "What do you mean by that?"

"Aomine-kun, calm down!" Momoi shouted back. She looked at Akashi's father. "Um, pardon his rudeness, he is like that…"

"From my observations, I can see that you are all childish people," Shuichi said. "The activities you do, all of them are not supporting Seijuro's future."

Midorima frowned. "Excuse me, but…"

"Aka-chin's father… I don't really like you phrasing it like that," Murasakibara mumbled. "Aka-chin is not disturbed at all by our presence, so it's not bad right?"

Coughing, Shuichi continued, "Seijuro is the only heir of the family. He can't continue playing music forever. I've tolerated him playing music for a while but it's been long enough. It's not like Seijuro loves it, and you all too. It's not a big deal."

That ticked everyone off.

"No, that's not true." Kise scowled. "We all love music, it was the thing that united us. True, we hated it, but we regained that love. You can't just disband the band just like that, when we were starting to value every moment!" Kise cried.

"Ki-chan…" Momoi stared at the model. "Yes, it's true. I, as their manager, would like to explain more about the band."

"If you all love music so much, just make a band without Seijuro, isn't that simple enough, then?" Shuichi sighed. "Seijuro doesn't need you teenagers."

"Enough, father," Akashi spoke. "All of you, just go home."

"But, Akashi-cchi—"

"It's alright." Akashi smirked. "This matter will continue next time, when Kuroko is present."

"Akashi…"

"This is an order. Go home."

Rolling on the grass, Kise pouted. "He did say it's going to be alright but…"

"After a long time, I finally feel that we were really a true band, a true team that loves music." Kise sighed. "Just like old times—" He stopped, eyes widening. "Wait, what? Old times?" He raised an eyebrow, cupping his mouth. "Strange…"

"The Generation of Miracles was made when all of us didn't enjoy music so why did I say that?"

"They are just normal teenagers who love basketball more than anything, heck they're basketball idiots," Nijimura scoffed, answering as a reporter went up to him and asked about the team. "They're unbreakable, they're friends, true friends. Even though it doesn't look like that."

"Their friendship is weird, I know." Nijimura rolled his eyes. "All because of basketball, they can value each other and have an unbreakable bond."

"It kind of makes me want to puke."

TBC.

A/N; Let me say something, that I'm really sorry that I didn't updated until now, and this update was half assed too. Damnit, I can't write :'D I am very sorry for the late update, and t=for the lame update as well.

There are many errors, I know. I didn't get my beta reader to read this yet, this is a beta, I'll try to re-write it again. Until then you all, I love you guys *hugs* Even when I was gone, you all continue to support me. I heard that SOPA is intending to ruin our beloved site, i hope it's not really real.

And I'm sorry that this chapter isn't up to your standards, I'll make something much more better than this next time :) Now I shall try to catch up with the anime! It's been a while since I watch KnB, that I feel that this is OOC. So, I hope you all a nice days. And good luck on exams! GBU always.

Love,