Truly sorry that it took so amazingly long for this chapter to be posted but surgery is killing me and I leave the house at like 5 in the morning and don't get back until 8 in the evening. But no excuses, I'll try to write the next chapter as soon as possible!

Hope you enjoy this!

Chapter 5

"Kurokocchi~!"

Kuroko sighed internally, bracing himself for the inevitable enthusiastic glomp that would be bestowed upon him. Sure enough, a blonde blur could be seen streaking across the park and tackling a small boy with bright blue hair.

"I've miiiiissed you, Kurokocchi! You never call or answer my texts!" Kise pouted with his arms looped around Kuroko's neck.

"Kise-kun, please let go of me."

As the model frantically shook his head in denial, an annoyed voice interrupted his squeals.

"As usual, Oha-Asa was correct. Cancer's should stay inside and enjoy a peaceful quiet…" Midorima trailed off as he caught sight of the incredulous gapes Kise and Kuroko were directing at him. As silence stretched between the three ex-team mates Midorima shuffled in his spot, uncomfortable with the unflinching stares. Finally he snapped impatiently, "What!"

That broke the trance Kise was in, who promptly fell to the ground clutching at his middle, howling with laughter.

"Y-y-you're w-wearing-," the blonde broke off, laughter bubbling uncontrollably to the surface again.

"A tutu," Kuroko finished with an amused tilt of his lips. This sent Kise into another fit of hysterics.

Sniffing indignantly, Midorima pushed his glasses further up his nose, conveniently covering the light blush that had spread across his cheeks with his taped fingers then opened his mouth, preparing to blast the two with a well formed lecture on the important correlation between lucky items and the wellbeing of one's health when a tall dark shadow fell over the trio.

"Why is Kise-chin turning blue?" a disinterested voice piped in.

Midorima and Kuroko turned to look up at the purple headed boy who was cradling a mountain of snacks in one arm with a shopping bag bulging of what looked to be more food looped around the same limb and was in the process of tearing open the package of a chocolate bar with the remaining hand.

Kuroko wordlessly pointed at the pink atrocity adorning the shooting guard's waist. A barely detectable glimmer of humour entered Murasakibara's eyes.

The three players watched in silence as the blonde tried and failed to stand up whilst gasping desperately for air between residual giggles. It wasn't until tension thickened the brisk morning air that Kise regained control of himself and stood up straight. The four turned as one towards the red head who had appeared out of nowhere, dipping their heads in greeting.

"Good morning everyone. I'm pleased to see that you're all on time."

"But Akashicchi, Aominecchi isn't here yet…"

At that a wicked smile that would have made the devil himself squirm in discomfort spread across Akashi Seijuro's face, a smile that signified doom and misery on one Aomine Daiki.

Across town, Aomine woke up in a sweat, looking frantically around his room and half expecting his ex-captain to pop out from his wardrobe. Seeing nothing out of place, he pulled the covers over him and drifted back into a restless sleep still shuddering from the familiar heavy presence and a sense of dreadful premonition that enveloped his body.

Kise was still sullen by the time the plan was set into motion. He couldn't understand why Akashicchi would favour Aominecchi over him, it was clear that Kise was the one who belonged with Kurokocchi! But the captain had spoken and only a reckless, brainless, idiotic half-witted moron with no sense of self-preservation would dare defy Akashi. So whilst Kise sulked and whined, he had prepped and memorised his lines the night before and was ready to deliver the performance of his lifetime, not that much acting was required. Pretending to be romantically interested in Kurokocchi would be no hardship at all and since Akashicchi had decreed that the two blunettes were destined for each other – and what the red head said, the universe tended to put into action – this would be the last time that the model would be able to hug and touch his smaller teammate freely. Kise was determined to make the most out of his situation.

He turned his best model beam that had been known to send a roomful of girls to sigh and breathlessly lose consciousness on Kuroko who was seated indecently close to him on the diner bench. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the minute blanching of Aomine's hands as his fingers dug deeper into his palm. His smile turning smug and provocative, Kise snaked his arm around the shadow's waist and intertwined his fingers with Kuroko's. As an added measure, he gently nuzzled the soft blue tendrils of his companion's hair. The model received an approving nod from his ex-captain who was, as expected, seated at the head of the table, even if it was just a table at Maji Burgers. It was time to go in for the kill.

"So Kurokocchi, should I pick you up at eight tomorrow? We are still going to the carnival together right? And after, you can stay at my place!" Kise chirped happily.

The hell, Tetsu was going on a date with that air-headed blonde bastard, let alone staying the night!

Aomine was completely bewildered. While it was normal for Kise to be clingy and over familiar with his ex-shadow, Tetsu had never ever let the model do whatever it was that he was doing now. Just looking at the way Kise was twined around the small boy was enough to make his vision go red and his fists clench and earn to relieve the small forward of his teeth and maybe crook some of the straightness out of his nose. Imagining beating Kise's face in calmed the power forward down somewhat, this new found sense of peace was utterly shattered upon Tetsu's quiet reply of, "Okay, Kise-kun."

The chewed up remains of his teriyaki burger went spraying across the table, landing on Midorima's food prompting the Cancer to shoot a withering glare at him.

"WHAT?! T-t-tetsu- W-what? You don't like that twit! Not in that way at least!"

Kuroko sent an expressionless look to his previous light, "At least he had the courage to ask and act on his feelings."

The seemingly blank statement was loaded with undertone and, honestly, hint hint, Ahomine! The table collectively held their breath, waiting for the darker blunette to drag the other forward by the collar and plant a long awaited smooch then proceed to posture and yell that Tetsu was his damnit!

Instead, Aomine paused then blanched and stood up so fast the whole bench skidded back despite Murasakibara's considerable weight.

"I-I have to go."

A quick nod to Akashi then he was gone.

Silence reigned over the remaining members of the Generation of Miracles.

"Time to take things up a level."

This was stated with steel in his voice and a cold ruthless glint in his eye.

The four players looked at their captain, then each other and gulped.

Thank you for taking the time to read! If there are any suggestions as to where this story should be headed or criticism for this last chapter (I find Akashi extremely hard to portray) please leave a message!