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"So there's this mysterious girl, and I think she stole my heart."

—Akashi Seijurou

Chapter I: First Day

April 6, 2064, Spring.

The gentle spring breeze blew past a certain girl. She wore loose plain white long sleeve shirt, black skinny jeans and a pair of brown knee-high boots. Her brown Chanel sling bag dangled on her left shoulder. She has a long and silky hair with a color that could rival with a clear blue sky. Her hair was styled into a loose French braid and her bangs that were swept to the right side reached her eyelids. She has a skin so smooth and flawless and white that it could put an actress or a model into shame. She has a face that could put a porcelain doll into an eternal humiliation. Her eyes—which has the same shade of her hair—shone beautifully under the sun that it could be easily mistaken into a prized gem. Her lips were so pink that any man would do anything just to touch it. She was the epitome of beauty, but on the contrary, she held no expression on her face. Furthermore, she has a ghostly presence. She was a reserved and dignified young lady. The girl's name was Kuroko Tetsumi, eighteen years old, freshman student at Teikou University. She came from a family of well-known artists.

Teikou University was known for its exceptionally high standards in both academic and extracurricular aspects. The exclusive university has stood for over a century and has produced the best students whether it'd be in arts, music, business, sports, showbiz, et cetera.

Today was Kuroko's first day as a university student. She quietly walked on her way to school as she watched the cherry blossom petals that swirled in the gentle wind. Beautiful, she thought. She continued walking until she reached the gargantuan university gates. She walked past two guards, who didn't even notice a single strand of her hair. Then she suddenly felt some shivers run on her spine; like someone's eyes were bored on her back. What's this feeling? She thought, but as fast as a speed of sound, she dismissed it and continued on her way.

A certain man watched the retreating back of the teal-haired girl as he went out of a luxurious black car. He wore gray wool cotton V-neck sweater, mocha-colored skinny jeans and a pair of red Vans shoes. He has messy crimson tresses that shone like wild and untamable flames under the sun. His bangs slightly covered his eyes. His skin was blemish-free that it could make a girl envious. He has a strikingly attractive face that every girl would die for. He has a pair of eyes that were of two colors: the left one was crimson like a blood that it would send shivers into one's spine, and the right one was a beautiful shade of amber that it could hypnotize anyone who dared to look at it. Either way, his eyes were entrancing. Despite his alluring features, his expression appeared stiff. He carried an aura that could surpass that of a king's. His posture was firm and straight, he carried an authoritative ambience and he gave off a vast air of confidence. He was the epitome of perfection. His name was Akashi Seijurou, eighteen years old, freshman student at Teikou University. He came from the influential, powerful and business-minded Akashi family.

Akashi's eyes stared at the retreating figure of the teal-haired lady—like he was scrutinizing her whole-being, like he was digging through her soul. Badump, badump. "What the heck is this?" He grumbled beneath his breath as he touched his left chest where his heart was lying. After a few seconds, he decided to shake off this foreign feeling that might be growing inside him. Heck! He hasn't even seen her fully. Anyway, he reached for his iPhone in his pocket and sent a text message to his underlings—that's what he call his friends.

"Ugh. So early in the morning, and first day of school, too! What does Akashi want from us?" A certain man with a midnight blue hair and dark skin expressed his protest to exactly no one. His name was Aomine Daiki, eighteen years of age, a man who liked big tits, basketball, big tits, basketball, big tits and basketball. One could call him the God of Laziness, too. He came from a family of sports analysts and enthusiasts.

"Actually, Aominecchi, it's already 10:30, so it couldn't be considered early like you said. And when did you start caring about studies? Going to school, even." A handsome man with blonde hair conveyed his thoughts about what his friend had said earlier. His name was Kise Ryouta, eighteen years old, a man who could easily rank first in the list of most desired men if not for the existence of a certain Akashi Seijurou. He was a famous model—he started his modeling career in middle school. But despite his pretty face, he was actually so bubbly and so loud that one could compare him with a girl. He came from a family of actors, actresses and models; their genes would be put into waste if not.

"Even though Kise is annoying most of the time, what he just said earlier was actually right, Aomine." A certain man with forest green hair said his statement with an underlying meaning: This is the first time that Kise had said logical words. He wore black framed glasses and held a green toy frog with his bandaged left hand. He was a tsundere—that's what his friends have noticed—and grumpy and a horoscope freak. He was eighteen years old. He came from a family of doctors.

"Tch. Shut up, both of you." Aomine grumbled.

"Wah! Why is it that I felt as if there's some different meaning in it, Midorimacchi?" Kise started to cry loudly that it would make anyone's ears—who were within fifty meter radius—bleed.

"Kise-chin, too loud." A certain man with a nape-length purple hair and an abnormal height said in a bored tone as he continued to eat his twenty-third snack this day. He didn't care about anything unless it was a food or Akashi's orders. He came from a family of promising chefs.

"Not you, too, Murasakibaracchi." Kise continued to cry.

"Tch. Just shut up. And where the hell is Akashi? He always comes late!" Another protest was heard from Aomine.

"Why is it noisy here? And did you say anything, Daiki?" A menacing aura just appeared behind the lively group, immediately shutting Kise up.

"Speak of the devil." Aomine quietly said, but it would not get past the ears of an Akashi.

"Speak again?" Akashi said with a sweet-sickening smile.

"N-no! It's nothing. I swear!" Aomine said while praying inwardly for his dear life.

"Good. I thought I heard something."

"Akashi, why did you ask us to gather here? It's the first day of school; can't it wait for some other time?" The second least abnormal of the group, Midorima, inquired the person who called for this meeting.

"Quite impatient, are we, Shintarou?" Akashi told the green-haired horoscope freak. Midorima just scoffed in response.

"So there's this mysterious girl," Akashi started, which earned his underlings' full attention, "and I think she stole my heart." He finished his mind-blowing and jaw-dropping sentence. All of them have different reactions: Murasakibara dropped his snacks, Aomine nearly got his eyes bulged out from their place, Kise's mouth had involuntarily opened so wide that a number of flies could actually fit in, and Midorima nearly coughed to death. Akashi smirked as he enjoyed his friends' reactions. After a few moments of awkward silence, the four have finally registered what Akashi had said. "Whaaaaat?!" All of them, even Midorima and Murasakibara, chorused.

In a classroom where a professor was teaching his arts class, a certain student named Kuroko Tetsumi suddenly got a feeling of being talked about.

Author: Sooooo, how was it? How was it? When would they actually meet? Yay! Who's excited? Me, of course!

'Til next chapter!

Story Reference: Love the Way You Lie, Rihanna

-Kim