Hello there everyone! This is my second Kuroko no Basket fanfic and seeing that I'm currently head over heels over Midorima Shintarou-chan, I decided to dedicate this fic to him. Please tell me what you think about it and I promise that I'll try to update as soon as I can. This idea came to me all of a sudden after reading the light novel Kuroko no Basket: Replace. I do hope that you enjoy reading this one. Thank you so much.

An Overrated Stroke of Luck

First Shot

Midorima Shintarou groaned in pain as he tried to muster every ounce of strength left in his body to force himself to wake up. The smell of booze and cigarette from last night's party was still pretty much evident as he lazily plopped his left hand on the floor and rummage through disheveled pieces of clothing scattered around in search for his glasses. After a minute or two of lethargic scrambling, he finally got hold of his glasses underneath something which somewhat resembles that of a girl's pantyhose. Carefully putting his glasses in place, he struggled to sit up straight on his bed and attempted to focus his vision on the floor to confirm whether what he saw earlier was indeed a girl's pantyhose or if he was still hallucinating as a result of the drug that Aomine secretly placed on his drink the night before. Just as he tilted his head on the left to scrutinize the tousled garments lying messily below him, he suddenly felt an agonizing and excruciating migraine threatening to attack him that very instant. He rubbed his temples in an attempt to stave it off but his anguish became more intense when he suddenly felt a piercing ringing in his ears. He whimpered like a helpless puppy as he strived to calm himself and remember the events that took place yesterday evening which lead him into this arduous ordeal.

A week after the Winter Cup, Akashi Seijuro had invited the Generation of Miracles and a few of their teammates for a free ten-day cruise around Asia aboard the ship that the prominent Akashi family owns. Not wanting to lose such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, each of them happily concurred to the offer and even brought some of their teammates. Midorima brought Takao with him, explaining that he wanted to have someone carry his luggage for him when in fact the real reason why he brought his teammate along was because he was actually grateful to his fellow Shutoku player. Being the kind of tsundere he is, it would be, of course, embarrassing to say something like that aloud. So on the premise of having his own personal assistant; he invited Takao to tag along. The night after they boarded the ship, Akashi immediately held a party for them which lasted until the wee hours of the morning. And as the laws of Japan or of any country are rendered ineffective on Akashi's ship, they were all forced to drink despite the fact that most of them are still minors. They were given two choices to decide on: 1.) drink and spend time in luxury on the ship or 2.) defy Akashi and be thrown out of the ship to a shark-infested are of the sea. Yes, time and time again they were reminded of the demon that was Akashi. Not wanting to end his basketball career or rather his life at such an early age, Midorima agreed to drink and absent-mindedly scanned through his pocket to touch the stuffed frog that was supposed to be his lucky item for the day according to Oho-Asa. After a few seconds, Midorima's face petrified as he realized that his lucky item was nowhere to be found. Takao noticed that his friend was currently having an internal dilemma and asked what was wrong but before Midorima can ever tell him that he was bound to face an infinite assault of bad luck, he felt the world spinning as his consciousness slowly faded into oblivion. However, just as everything around him turned pitch black, he heard Takao's shrieks of worry and Aomine whispering curses under his breath, scolding Takao on why he allowed Midorima to drink the booze which he had purposely prepared for Kagami. He then saw Kagami standing up and angrily demanded Aomine for an explanation before he finally drowned into a dreamless state.

Well, that was pretty much all he could remember. The moment he woke up, he was already in his room and suffering an indescribable and throbbing headache which threatened to break his head into two. No matter how hazy his recollections might be, there was one crystal thing that he could remember though. That the prime suspect who had put him into this tormenting condition was none other than a certain detestable blue-haired bastard who goes by the name of Aomine Daiki. Midorima knew himself very well to know that he could handle a little alcohol without any difficulties. What made everything worse was the fact that the liquor he drank was drugged. Drugged by the idiot who had primarily planned to trick Kuroko's new light. Fixing his glasses on habit, Midorima thought about how ironic it was that Aomine was dubbed as the Generation of Miracle's and Tuou's ace, and a genius on top of that despite the fact the he couldn't even perform one petty plan successfully.

Composing himself, Midorima tried to stand up on his feet and groggily walked towards the table in the left side of the room, just a few steps from his bed. He poured himself a glass of water and fought the urge to throw up as he drank it at a snail's pace. He closed his eyes and did a simple breathing exercise to stabilize his sense of balance. Scanning the contents on the table, he managed to find a box of Alka-Seltzer on the table with a note attached to it. He picked it up and read the note which says:

To the No. 1 shooter in Japan who couldn't even handle a glass of booze.

-Aomine Daiki :P

Midorima felt his insides burn with rage as he forcibly ripped the note and slammed his hand hard on the table.

"That damn bastard! I'm gonna make sure Akashi throws him out into the Bermuda Triangle later." He thought to himself, suppressing his anger and calming himself down as fuming with anger would definitely not help him overcome the circumstance at hand. He plopped a tablet of Alka-Seltzer in a glass of water and inhaled deeply before finally taking it. He focused his vision on the wall in front of him as he felt his hangover subsiding. It was then that he noticed that he felt unreasonably cold even though he was accustomed to the air-conditioning system in the ship. He looked down and shock filled his eyes as his jaw dropped when he realized that he was butt naked. Yes, for the first time in his entire life, Midorima Shintarou slept without any clothing on. Who knows what his parents would say if they saw him in that ridiculous state right now. He did a facepalm as he clenched his fist harder and bit his lip. Forget about throwing Aomine in the Bermuda Triangle. He was going to feed him to the sharks in his birthday suit. Midorima grabbed his bag sitting on the corner of the table and went straight to the bathroom to take a shower.

After quite some time, he went out of the bathroom more refreshed than ever and thankful that the bathrooms in the ship were provided with the luxurious and the most fragrant oils and gels which virtually expunged the smell of booze and cigarette that contaminated his well-built athletic form. He wore his usual casual outfit and placed a towel on his head as he helped himself to a cup of weak coffee. He fixed his glasses for the nth time as he scanned his bag for his phone to listen to Oho-Asa's daily horoscope in the hopes that he may be allowed to escape the impending misfortunes that might possibly go his way. Placing the cup on the table, he did a couple of clicks on his phone when all of a sudden, he notice something moving in the crumpled sheets of his bed just beside where he lay earlier.

He placed his phone in his pocket and went near it and was horrified to see that there were blotches of red stains randomly distributed on the sheets.

"What the hell is this? Is this… blood? Did I cut myself last night? Or did a bleeding Aomine or Kagami carry me here? Or is it a stain from something I ate? But wait, it's too much to be just considered as a food stain. A trick maybe that Aomine set up for me? A dye? Something that dripped from the ceiling?"

Midorima felt his heart beat at an incredibly fast pace as he thought of various possibilities that might have caused his bed covers to be tarnished with red marks. Just as he was about to go insane from overly analyzing the situtaion in front of him, he once again detected a movement underneath the sheets.

Fear slowly crept in his body as he felt shivers run down his spine. He couldn't possibly think of a logical reason for his bed covers to move like that. He was alone in the room and it didn't seem like he brought a pet with him or something. Exhaling deeply, Midorima gathered all of his courage and grabbed the bed covers. It felt distinctly warm and it emitted a smell like that of a woman's perfume. Without wasting another second of his time, he forcibly lifted the bed covers with all of his might and what he saw nearly took the life out of him.

Just below the bed covers, just beside where he slept earlier, just a few inches from where he lied without any clothes on was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had the most peaceful expression on her face as she slept. Her long flowing red hair spread out like streaks of light against the black bed sheets.

And she was… butt naked herself.

To be Continued...

Just in case someone asks, in his birthday suit means butt naked. xDDD

Thanks for reading!