Inspired by a breakdancing competition I attended a few weeks ago. This will be updated at my own leisure; it's an experimental, general fic. I've never written anything like this before, so forgive me for anything that's less than satisfactory. Please enjoy.

BREAK

Chapter 1

"Aaaand here they are! The crew that's taking Japan by storm, the six princes of breakdancing, the Generation of Miracles!"

Music blasted as the teens entered the room, cheers and applause roaring above the beats. Led by their leader, the red-haired Akashi Seijuuro, the others followed close behind him in a V-formation.

To his right was Midorima Shintarou, the co-leader of the Generation of Miracles. The green-haired teen stood tall at 195cm, his ankles and hands bandaged as if he were recovering from an injury. He wore a tight-fitting dull green sweater with a collared shirt underneath, along with a pair of khakis and worn grey Vans, scrutinizing the crowd through his thin black-rimmed glasses. Known for his accuracy and precision in his moves, not once had anyone ever seen him fumble or fall during a competition.

Directly across from Midorima on Akashi's left was Murasakibara Atsushi. Tall, lanky, and with a bored expression on his face, he lumbered across the floor like a gentle giant, yet all who had seen him dance knew he was far from such. His shoulder-length purple hair was tied back in a casual ponytail, and he had on a loose grey tank top and black Adidas track pants paired with black high-top Converses. Murasakibara may have easily been the tallest member of the Generation of Miracles, but don't let his huge stature fool you – he could pull off power moves as easily as breathing. Anything that required strength, Murasakibara excelled at.

Behind him was the pretty-boy of the group, Kise Ryouta. With a black vest that rested on top of a plain white t-shirt and a comfy pair of jeans and red low-top Converses, he rocked the casual look. It wasn't surprising that most of the girls were screaming their lungs out for the blond either, since he was also a part-time model. Flashing them his signature million-dollar smile, he waved to the crowd, causing some of the more dedicated fan girls to swoon. Now, Kise's specialty was rather peculiar - you see, he could copy moves. This was especially useful in competitions, where he could watch the opponent perform beforehand and easily reproduce it – better, of course – within the next round.

Behind Midorima was Aomine Daiki, the "bad boy" of the crew. With short, cropped blue hair, his tan skin and perpetual scowl on his face made him look rather intimidating. He had on a dark blue dress shirt that was unbuttoned at the top, with a loose black tie looped around his neck. His hands were shoved deep into the pockets of his grey jeans, and he wore a pair of blue limited edition Air Jordans – rumor had it that he played basketball in his free time on top of breakdancing. The thing with Aomine was that he probably had the most unusual form of breakdancing out of all of them. While the rest of the group learned in a room practicing diligently, Aomine was out on the streets breaking with other dancers. Out of the six of them, he was the one who was most used to competitions. Not only was his style unorthodox, his moves were sudden and unexpected and that made him the wild card of the Generation of Miracles.

Today's competition was a classic 3v3 – one round, six men. A cash prize of 100,000 yen, and the title of best crew in Japan. There was a lot at stake here, but despite the pressure, the Generation of Miracles remained cool and calm.

As they entered the center stage, the group began discussing who they should choose to go in. Their opponent, Rakuzan, seemed to have already decided their line-up, as they stood on the other side waiting impatiently.

"Akashi-cchi, can I go? Please, please, pleaseeee?" Kise begged, whining to their leader. With a nod of approval, Kise pumped his fist in the air and whooped in joy. "Yeeees!" He exclaimed excitedly. "I've been meaning to try out this new move and this is the perfect chance!"

Akashi then turned to the blue-haired teen, and with a flick of his head, Aomine sighed exasperatedly. "Really, Akashi?" he grumbled, scratching the back of his head. "They're just small fry…" but he stepped up nonetheless. After all, none of them could oppose their king.

Then it came time to choose their third and final man. Akashi's heterochromatic eyes met with icy blue ones hidden in the back behind the rest of the members. "Tetsuya. You go." No one said anything, but stepped aside to make room for their sixth member. Out of all the members, Kuroko Tetsuya was dressed the most plainly, with a plain white t-shirt and a pair of blue and grey striped gym shorts. He had matching sweatbands around his wrist and a pair of white Nikes.

The MC tapped his microphone to get everyone's attention, the thump thump thump indicating that the round was about to start soon. On the other side of the stage, Rakuzan had chosen their three: Eikichi Nebuya, Kotarou Hayama, and Reo Mibuchi. They were famously known as three of the five Uncrowned Generals of the last generation, three years older than the current Generation of Miracles. They headed what was currently the best breakdancing crew in Japan.

Aomine smirked. It looked like Rakuzan wasn't taking any chances, pulling out all stops to show the Generation of Miracles that they could easily crush them. Well, he would show them not to mess with the younger generation.

Cracking his neck from side to side as well as his knuckles on both hands, Aomine stepped up first. "I can handle this," he muttered to Kise, who nodded. The blond was unusually serious, his face stoic as he stood next to his teammate. "All I need is one minute."

"You forget that a round is longer than that," Kise chirped, reminding him. "So make sure you last at least three minutes, Aomine-cchi!" The blue-haired rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," he grumbled. "You think I couldn't handle a measly three minutes? Tch. I'm just saying that I don't need the full time to beat them. After all, the only one who can beat me is me." The crowd cheered as the music began, forming a natural circle for the boys to start dancing in.

"And here we are! The finals of Breaking Grounds! On the left we have the newbies who are taking Japan by storm, the Generation of Miracles!" Whoops and yells could be heard, cheering the multi-hued boys on. "On the right, we have the reigning champions of breakdancing, Rakuzan! Will they defeat the Generation of Miracles and hold onto their titles as kings, or will the new kids on the block snatch their title away from them? Prepare yourselves for the show of a lifetime!"

Aomine went up first, starting off with an elementary top rock before launching into his power moves. He transitioned flawlessly into a freeze before jumping back up with a kip and circling the ring they were in, simultaneously flipping off the opposing team. Fingers were snapped and shakes of heads from the opposing team were a few of the mixed reactions. Then suddenly Aomine fell to the ground – no, it was not a fall, it was a windmill. Using just his shoulders, he kicked his legs up in the air and spun his body around, his legs straight up and swirling around like a fan on high. The crowd went crazy, screaming and cheering for the impressive move. Finally, for his final move, he moved into an air flare, but at the highest speed he could muster. His body was a blur, he was moving so fast. He ended it with a head slide, stopping in front of Rakuzan's group. Jumping back up, he threw them a cocky grin before returning to his side.

The crowd screamed their approval, shouting for more. Rakuzan sent Eikichi into the fray. He was tall and muscular, with unusually tanned skin. His dark hair was buzzed with two stripes on either side of his head, along with a short, neat beard. He wore a white tank top and ripped blue jeans, along with old Adidas Gazelles. Spinning into action, the large teen literally spun his way across the floor, starting off with a power move – he dived into an immediate headspin, something not commonly seen as an opening move. The crowd cheered for this unusual turn of events, and the Generation of Miracles frowned. The unique opening was sure to impress the judges, but they didn't let themselves be fazed. His moves afterwards were mediocre at best, the impressive headspin at the beginning simply leaving everyone expecting more and not getting it. Finished, he returned back to Rakuzan, their faces stoic.

Next up was Kise. The model smiled, cracking his knuckles and stretching his neck before going into a generic top rock. His fangirls shrieked their glee from the sidelines, which only further fueled his ego. He smirked, flashing Rakuzan a devious grin before diving headfirst into a headspin. The crowd was shocked at the blatant copying of the move at first, but they soon cheered as Kise's headspin soon transformed from a simple headspin into one that lasted far longer than Eikichi's, flowing into flawless windmill. From that, he began to do hand hops, balancing his entire body on his right arm as he pushed himself off the ground with his hand and landed back on it a couple of times. Suddenly, a distinct, sharp voice rang out from behind him.

"Kise, that's it! That's enough!"

"Eh?" Kise panted in the middle of his move. He moved from his hand hop to an elbow hop instead, turning to face Akashi. "Now, Akashi-cchi?" He shouted over his labored breathing.

The crowd, confused, turned to look at the left, where the leader of the Generation of Miracles, Akashi, stood, his presence formidable and imposing. Aomine raised an eyebrow. The blond still had another minute to go. What was the red-haired teen talking about?

"Kuroko."

"Tetsu?" Aomine muttered quizzically. Before Aomine could realize what was happening, the sixth member of the Generation of Miracles had jumped into the middle of the floor, syncing with Kise perfectly. In awe, Aomine could only gape as Kuroko and Kise performed air flares around each other's bodies, their legs crossing over and under and in between. Both of the teens falling backward into a bridge, Kuroko threw his body over Kise's and landed in the same position. The crowd cheered louder than ever, astonished by such a feat. No one had heard of two people simultaneously dancing in a 3v3 – was this even allowed? Everyone loved it nonetheless, and when the two popped up with victory signs in front of their chests, the winner was obvious. Rakuzan didn't stand a chance.

The MC excitedly gripped his microphone as he yelled, "I don't believe it! The Generation of Miracles have crushed Rakuzan! It really is a miracle!" The crowd exploded one last time as they realized they had just witnessed the overthrowing of the kings of Japan – it was a moment that would go down in history. Rakuzan, utterly destroyed by the Generation of Miracles.

Kise, overwhelmed with emotion, threw himself at his teammates, tears streaming down his face. Aomine, disgruntled but unsuccessfully holding back a grin, threw an arm around the blond, affectionately ruffling his hair. Kuroko smiled, and Midorima entered the circle holding a green frog penny pouch, offering his congratulations. Murasakibara approached him from behind munching on a bag of chips that he had seemingly gotten out of nowhere, and chastised Midorima for being so weird and congratulating his own team. Akashi, with his arms folded across his chest, stared on passively and nodded. Everyone's chest swelled; getting Akashi's approval was certainly one of the best perks of winning. It was truly a day to remember.

Yet, despite this win, no one understood why, the next day, the Generation of Miracles officially disbanded forever. It wouldn't be until three years later that the secret would be revealed, tears would be shed, betrayal would be discovered, and someone would quit breakdancing forever.