Chapter 1
Prologue:
The Generation of Miracles
No one quite understood how they came into existence, that strange and wondrous group named the Generation of Miracles, Kiseki no Sedai. It seemed as if it occurred over night, or at least in the eyes of immortals with very little sense of time it seemed that way. Very few even knew what to make of these special individuals who stood so far above the other members of their race, and so often these notorious people came to be revered, nearly worshipped. However, a privileged few saw a different side to these powerful figures. They understood that the miracles lived lonely lives where none could defeat them where they almost seemed to hold nothing dear. The only time they found an equal was when they met together face to face. So much did they resemble brilliant, celestial bodies that all others seemed like candles in comparison; so much so that only amongst themselves did they cease to feel lonely.
These five people came together over a long course of time, born from a prophecy long forgotten, a prophecy whose importance no longer mattered. Fate bound them together as a single inclusive group of individuals who surpassed the other members of their race by leaps and bounds. These few people outside of their small circle knew how these miracles struggled to escape their lot, struggled to pull away from one another. More often than not, they ran. More often than not none stood side by side. However, an inexplicable magnetism always drew them together once more. No matter how far they ran, fate would eventually bring them together again. Even more, the miracles could not deny the deep connection they held with one another. But they never delved deeper or explored the nature of their bonds, for they spent so much time trying to flee from it. Everyone noticed the way they separated from each other. Even more, they witnessed those awful times when they came together again. That only happened when fate played her hand, and together they faced enemies who themselves worked hard in order to obliterate the Generation of Miracles. Those privileged few, friends of the miracles, were fortunate (or rather unfortunate) enough to see with their own eyes as they cast these enemies into lives of humiliation at best, and into the gates of Hell at worst. They saw with their own eyes the way they argued, the way they laughed, mourned, fought, competed with each other; the friends of the miracles saw the way that they unwillingly and unwittingly played into fate's hand time and time again despite their struggles to prove that they did not need one another. Because in reality, the Generation of Miracles knew the truth: the real reason why they continuously came together is because they felt incomplete, and wanted to seek out their counterparts. The reason they could never stay together long is because they held tumultuous group dynamics, an instability that caused everything to collapse.
Deep in their hearts, the miracles felt torn. An immortal life without completion is utter torture and absolute suffering, the equivalent of purgatory. But the instability they shared felt just as unbearable. And so they continued to struggle against fate, frustrated by the way fate used their struggles to bring them together again. One day, fate manipulated them in a way that conjoined their paths, leading them to a single life-changing event that would define their inexplicable, inescapable magnetism, and completed their circle for all eternity. And though their path together began in that place, the encounter did not touch their heart until many years later, for the way it all began is strangely simple, and normal…
A blonde model, dressed to play down his attractive appearance, walked down the hallways, looking around for his classroom. On his way he heard the whispers of a group of girls. He looked towards them, giving them a friendly smile, his golden eyes twinkling with the promise of a hidden secret.
In the cafeteria a tall student with purple hair drew attention as he walked away from the kitchen with an arm full of snacks he coerced the staff into giving him. He remained oblivious to the stares, his eyes distant, as if deep in thought.
A guy with dark blue hair sat against a tree, avoiding his classes despite it only being the first day. A few people saw him and they whispered about him, thinking of him as a delinquent. He heard the whispers and every now and then his eyes would twitch. His dark eyes, however, remained fixed on the space straight ahead of him, nary a thought to be disclosed by them.
A tall student with green hair and glasses walked to school, fingers taped. He drew many people's attention, but he did not acknowledge them, determined green eyes set forward, stubborn and resolute. A shamrock keychain dangled from his belt loop.
Inside of an empty classroom sat a student with hair bright like fuchsia, eyes a similar vividness. He waited patiently for class to start, gaze firm and purposely empty so that no one could determine what thoughts ran through his mind. He looked distant, eyes seeking a change in his future not yet there, a moment in the future he could not yet see.
They all had a secret, had a certain intention. And they would meet that day…
The blonde walked into the gym, ready to learn something new…
The delinquent drew nearer to the sound of basketball, wanting a challenge…
The giant looked up, found himself pulled towards the gymnasium by an upperclassman eager to have him join…
The superstitious one walked past various tables, the basketball club stopping him…
The leader went there early, wanting to see something nostalgic so he could forge a new path…
One went through the backdoor, another through the side door. Someone emerged from the locker room, and one had been there talking to the other students.
They saw each other at the same time, the same moment. Their eyes widened.
"What—" Aomine began.
"No," Midorima muttered.
"Huh?" Kise asked.
"Interesting," Akashi murmured, a faint smile on his mouth.
Murasakibara hummed.
Unnoticed by the rest, however, another person entered, unknowingly about to be the pivotal part of the Kiseki no Sedai's lives.
A young student, average in height and build, with light blue hair and eyes, walked into the gym. He went to stand by Aomine who himself stood shell shocked, and tapped him on the shoulder. The delinquent jumped, yelling in surprise.
"Excuse me," the strange new arrival asked. "Is this the place for basketball practice?"
And so they met Kuroko Tetsuya, the catalyst for everything that would bring them together for the last time.