Summary: Set in the distant future. AU. Genderbend. Kuroko helped several kids and guess what they are all related to the GOM(except Murasakibara). Various Pairing.

Chapter 5 - Shiori

"Hm... Who should I sent?" Akashi thought, tapping his chin.

"Akashi-sama... Your father had sent this." The butler, Tanaka, said as he knocked the door, and entered. He then handed the letter to Akashi and exited the room.

'Dear Son,

For the next few days, your adopted sister, Shiori, who had returned from London, will be staying in your care and I believed you can take care of her right? Then she will soon arrived about... Now.

Sincerely, Father'

It said and the dong bell rang. Akashi sighed, but paused soon. "I can use this chance though..." He smirked.

"Sei! Father said you'll do anything I want!" Shiori exclaimed childishly.

Shiori is now a collage student, 19 years old, red long hair with pink orbs. She is taller than Akashi by... 5 cm? And that made Akashi mad since he's older and a guy. Even though she's 19 years old, she behaved like a child but at times serious.

"Huh? But-" "No! I want to play!" Shiori interrupted.

"Fine! You want play? I'll give you play." Akashi said. It seemed he couldn't handled someone like her.

Akashi grabbed a box of intermediate puzzles and handed to Shiori. He went back sitting on his desk and grabbing the glass of wine and drank it fast. Okay, Akashi's drinking endurance is slightly higher than average but...

"Sei, ask me to play here~" Shiori said, pointing her hand out the window.

"Sei?" Kuroko asked. Shiori nodded.

"Yesterday, Sei... was... drunk..." Shiori stuttered and then paused, mentally slapping herself.

"And he got a headache now~" Shiori sang.

"So, what's your name and that 'Sei'?" Kuroko asked, smiling at the girl's tone.

"I'm Akashi Shiori~" Shiori introduced, Kuroko slight flinched but her expression is still nothing?

"Well, Sei... is Sei?" Shiori stared in confusion.

"Then what do you want play here?" Kuroko asked as she hadn't realized who 'Sei' is.

"Sei said plays with Atsushi... Who's Atsushi?" Shiori stated and asked.

"Atsushi..." Kuroko called out, heading into the kitchen. Shiori peaked over but Himuro kept blocking her.

"Why you, damm brat!" Shiori scowled as she kicked Himuro's leg, hard.

"Where do I have to be the brat?!" Himuro thought, rolling on the floor, yelping in pain. Then, she took the chance and peak inside. Her eyes lit up.

"Cake!" Shiori exclaimed, walking in and tired to eat the cake, which had just been finished. However stopped by Murasakibara, who gave the face, 'Mine!'.

"Giant!" Shiori growled. "Chibi!" Murasakibara childishly make a growl.

"Hm... How about a contest?" Shiori asked.

"Contest about?" Kuroko asked, amused.

"Eating! Sweets and Snacks lots!" Shiori said, eyes shining like a diamond. Upon hearing that, Murasakibara's feature brightened.

"If I win, I'll have Tetsuki-nee-chan for a day!~" Shiori said. She had taken a liking to Kuroko.

"What if you lose?" Murasakibara smirked confidently.

"... I'll buy you lots of potato chips?" Shiori suggested.

"Deal~" Murasakibara agreed while Kuroko just chuckled at the childish fight.

"Kids..." Kuroko mentally sighed. "Yup~" Shiori said, answering to Kuroko's thought. That shocked Kuroko.

"She can read mind?!" Kuroko thought. "I think so..." Shiori said again to answer Kuroko's thoughts.

"Stop it..." Kuroko thought as she became irritated. Shiori just nodded and apologized.

Kuroko smiled, forgiving Shiori. "So which place?" Shiori asked.

"The cafe there!" Murasakibara pointed, and thought, "Wait... Who'll pay?"

"Don't worry, I'll treat~" Shiori said, smiling. "She's doing it again..." Kuroko mentally chuckled.

"Wait, you read mind? No fair..." Murasakibara pouted out loud, making Kuroko chuckled more.

Shiori stick her tongue out.

Once they reached the cafe and they started ordering same stuff and started eating.

After about 40-50 minutes, Murasakibara finished: 5 Lemon puddings,7 Strawberry cakes,5 Vanilla shakes,20 Chocolate ice cream waffles,3 Honey pancakes;Shiori finished: 10 Vanilla shakes,10 Lemon puddings,10 Chocolate ice cream waffles,5 Strawberry cakes,5 Honey pancakes.

"Wow! They are evenly matched..." Kuroko thought as she clapped her hands.

They had been drinking water since then.

They continued, Murasakibara: 10 Peach flavored ice cream deluxe,9 Mango pudding,1 Peppermint shakes,10 Sundae;Shiori: 9 Sundae,8 Manga pudding,1 Peach flavored ice cream deluxe,10 Peppermint shakes; And they are done!

"I'm so full..." Shiori said in happiness, yet with hind of sadness.

"What's your name?" Murasakibara asked.

"Shiori." Shiroi introduced.

"Shiori-chin, I win~" Murasakibara said, smirking. 70 - 68, in Murasakibara's favor.

"Yeah, yeah." Shiori admitted, laughing.

"Ah~ But the taste of the peppermint shakes doesn't taste nice..." Murasakibara pouted.

"Anyways~ See ya, Atsu-chin, Tetsuki-nee~" Shiori said, smiling and no childishness detected. She went to pay the stuff before exiting the cafe.

"Sei, Atsu-chin was fun~" Shiori said.

"I don't want to worry about that now... But what happened yesterday..?" Akashi asked, bothered.

"... N-nothing..." Shiori stuttered, "Anyway, head home, Tanaka-san..." The limo moved, heading toward Akashi's estate.

"You're lying." Akashi narrowed his eyes, smirking. "Why don't we do the exact sam things and maybe you'll remember..."

"Scheming bastard..." Shiori scolded mentally as Akashi leaned forward.

"Well, how about you?" Akashi asked, still smirking. Soon, inappropriate sounds filled the limo. Luckily, there no traffic jams or it'll be awkward.

A few days after, two boxes of potato chips with the expiry date of next year end was sent to Murasakibara's estate, one from Shiori and another from Akashi. They were still puzzled about why Akashi sent them potato chips.

Just 5 months later, both Kuroko and Shiori's stomach are large. Murasakibara became ever so cautious. Shiori's at New York now while Akashi's at Japan, and calling her every 30 minutes, making Shiori irritated but she knew it was out of concern and decided to fly back to Japan.

Me: How 'bout this? Poor Himuro, letting someone younger than him, called him brat... ((I'm sorry! ;A;))