Moros

Prologue

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters

3rd Year Teikō Middle School

The sun rose without fail on yet another day. Like all other mornings, Midorima Shintarō had awoken at the crack of dawn, precisely 30 seconds before his alarm went off. Climbing out of bed, he began his morning routine methodically.

Correctly attired, he made his way downstairs, his right foot always stepping before his left. Arriving in the kitchen, he recalled the phone call from his father last night. 'Our business trip has been extended, your mother and I will not be back for another week. I entrust everything to you, Shintarō.' Midorima sighed, his normally calm face betraying hints of irritation and disbelief. Shaking his head, he took out a frying pan from a drawer and proceeded to cook something to appease his insatiable hunger.

Seated at the kitchen bench with his plate of pancakes in front of him, Midorima eyed the magazine in front of him distastefully. Fingering the edge of a page, his eyes wondered before settling on the horoscope section for the seventh time. The ranking next to Cancer stares innocently up at him, almost as if it's mocking him, daring him to explode. Today's horoscope … Cancer is second. Midorima breathes out shakily, burying his hands into his short green hair. Cancer … is second. This revelation slowly sinking in, Midorima groans as he realizes that there's a practice match with Shōei today. Debating on whether he should just call in sick today, he reread the article noting that Sagittarius was ranked 1st … He sat up in his chair immediately, nearly knocking over his cup of coffee. Isn't Akashi a Sagittarius?

"Oha-Asa predicts that today is the greatest day for Sagittarius!~ You have nothing to worry about today! Everything will go smoothly! … Today's lucky item is a stuffed Pikachu!~"

It will be best to be even more cautious around him today … his 'demanding' personality matched with Oha Asa horoscope rankingnumber one, he will be even more intimidating today. (Not that Midorima will EVER admit this to anyone.)

Stuffed Pikachu … hmm Kise should have one … I remember seeing one of his fans giving him one last week … I will to ask him later then.

" … The sign with the worst luck is Aquarius! Keep a low profile today and keep your distance from any Sagittarius! They will intensify your bad luck today so remember to keep your lucky item by your side to compensate!~…"

Pushing his glasses up with a taped finger, Midorima frowned. Aquarius is last … Kuroko needs a lucky item to nullify the bad luck. He closed his eyes momentarily. I need my lucky item today, Cancer is not ranked 1st … but Kise only has 1 stuffed Pikachu. Bringing his elbows up to the table, he interlaced his fingers. Resting his head lightly on his knuckles, he pondered, dou suru?*

Kuroko Tetsuya wiped the sweat off his face as he made his way off the court. It had been a very tiring day for all the regulars of Teikō basketball club. Their captain had insisted on 3 hours of training even though they had a practice match against Shōei afterwards. He said it was a warm-up. If given the chance, many would beg to differ. A certain blonde did complain, but ended up with his training menu tripled as well as after school cleaning duty. He had scurried back with his imaginary tail tucked between his legs, sporting a bruise near his temple courtesy to tall tanned teen.

Kuroko, on the other hand had maintained his stoic expression, despite the unmistakable dread he felt at the pit of his stomach. The rigorous training had nearly taken a toll on his petite body. Having taken note of his paler complexion, Akashi had pulled him out. Resting on the sidelines, Kuroko had helped Momoi analyse each player's weak points.

The match with Shōei ended with 148-63, Teikō's victory of course. With his poker face, only a handful of individuals were able to detect the mild discomfort the teal haired boy was enduring. Although he only played for 2 quarters, the pain in his muscles was almost unbearable. Ambling carefully towards the change rooms, Kuroko could hear the others' walking behind him.

"My whole body hurts!~"

"Shut up Kise! You only scored 15 baskets!"

"So mean Aominecchi! Help me Midorimacchi!~"

"I follow fate. I do everything I can. My nail care is exceptional. I brought today's lucky item with me. That's why my shots never miss. That's also why you only scored 15 baskets today, Kise."

"Not Midorimacchi too! Kurokocchi!~ They are bullying me!"

A loud bang resonated mercilessly in the gym as the door to the lockers room was slammed shut.

"NOT YOU TOO KUROKOCCHI!" Kise wailed, his voice echoing in the gym, which earned him another beating.

Meanwhile, Kuroko was rejuvenating himself in the shower. Stifling a groan, he shut his eyes and relaxed, letting the icy cold water wash away his fatigue. After 5 minutes, he heard the footsteps and voices from the adjoining room dwindle. Turning off the water, he wrapped a towel around his narrow hips and began to dress. He opened the door and found the locker room empty. Walking up to his locker, he placed his towel neatly on the opposite bench. He unlocked the door to his locker mechanically and that was when he saw it. Sitting harmlessly in the centre of his locker was a sheet of paper.

Picking it up, Kuroko read aloud, "Necessities for Rakuzan High Freshmen."

Eyebrows furrowed, Kuroko stared in confusion at the word 'Rakuzan.' Rakuzan? Isn't that the school that offered a scholarship to Akashi-kun? Then why is it in my locker? Lost in thought, Kuroko jumped slightly when his phone rang, indicating an incoming text message. He picked up his phone and read the message. Taking his bag and his other belongings, he made his way to his classroom.

'Come to the classroom.'

Sliding open the classroom door he looked around, finding his captain almost immediately. The window was open, letting a nice cool breeze into the stifling room. Akashi was leaning leisurely on the window sill, his head turned away from Kuroko. From his serene expression, one would think that the red-head was simply admiring the scenery. But Kuroko knew better, this was his captain we're talking about. Making his way to Akashi warily, he lifted up the piece of paper in his left hand and opened his mouth to speak. But before he can utter a single word, Akashi had already spoken.

"Come to Rakuzan with me."

Dou suru: What should/will I do?

A/N According to Wikipedia, the word Moros is Greek for doom/fate. "Moros is the personification for impending doom, who drives mortals to their deadly fate." - Greek Mythology

So I guess you can assume that the 'Moros' in this particular fanfic is Akashi :)

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