Hello! This is my first time writing a fanfic and I would like to see how I did so constructive criticism is welcome. Please R&R, thanks!

Disclaimer:I do not own Kuroko no Basuke or the characters, they belong to Fujimaki Tadatoshi. I do however own this story line.

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On the continent, Teikou, there are five countries that boast wealth and power. These five countries are Rakuzan, Touou, Kaijo, Yosen, and Shutoku. The rulers of these countries are dubbed the Generation of Miracles because they brought their countries the power and wealth others didn't think were possible before their reign. In addition to being outstanding rulers they are also fearsome generals. Meeting them on the battle ground meant ultimate defeat and other countries often surrendered to prevent losing more casualties. But rumor has it that the Generation of Miracles acknowledges one other ruler as their companion. They say this mysterious companion is more deadly in the war zone than any other. To think that there's someone that surpasses those monsters called the Generation of Miracles induced fear in many other countries. But the strange thing was that he was never seen on the battlefield, not even once. People at the battle claimed they didn't see anyone, but people mysteriously fell dead one after another. No one knows his name nor the country he rules as it was kept confidential. Others assumed it was just a rumor with no truth behind it and dismissed it, while others nicknamed him the phantom of the Generation of Miracles.

Footsteps echoed in the massive room toward the shadowed figure sitting regally on the red and golden throne. With a wave of his hand, he gestured for the person to talk.

"Sir, the situation in Kaijo is getting out of hand. Criminals are on the loose everywhere in the country and recently they've sneaked across the borders into Touou and Shutoku. They've been reporting burglaries and murders non-stop since last week, but the King of Kaijo couldn't care less and has been ignoring them."

"Hm, is that so," the shadowed figure murmured in a sadistic tone. "Has Touou and Shutoku showed any signs of starting a war?"

"Yes, they've started preparing weapons and are gathering people into the army. They are waiting for you to tell them to proceed."

"Tell them it's unnecessary and to eliminate any thoughts of war. I will settle this in two days."

"Sir, bu-" She fell into silence when a scissor whizzed by her head, almost grazing her cheek.

"Are you doubting my abilities?" He asked in any icy tone. He motioned for the woman to come forward until she was in arms reach. He slid his hand along her jaw bone and lifted her chin up with his index finger. He looked directly into her eyes and with a smirk he said, "You think I'm not capable of handling this pest of a problem?" She knew better than to talk back and just shook her head. "Good, then notify the Generation of Miracles and tell them to arrive at the usual place by tomorrow afternoon. Oh, and also invite the prince of Kaijo as well. Make sure he gets the message separately from the king and comes without anyone knowing." He raised an eyebrow, waiting for her response and forced a "Yes, Sir" out of her trembling mouth. He grinned and released his spell on the girl to see her walking quickly out the door.

Later that day in Touou

"What did you say?!" The King narrowed his eyes and glared at the trembling messenger. Momoi whacked him on the back of the head and glared at the tanned King, silently telling him to keep his temper in check. "Please continue," the bluenette huffed in an agitated tone. The messenger glanced nervously at Momoi then the King before continuing. "In addition to the dismissal of the war, King Akashi requests for your presence at the usual place tomorrow afternoon." Aomine narrowed his eyes at that and dismissed the messenger. Once the door clicked into place he started his rampage.

"Ha! As if I need him to deal with my kingdom's problems," the bluenette retorted.

"But on the other hand Ahomine, he can deal with this with a flick of his hand, so maybe we should be grateful instead…" Momoi said thoughtfully.

"Stop calling me that! Anyways, I don't care anymore, as long as he stops that bastard." After several moments of tense silence, he glanced at Momoi who was standing next to him when he thought he saw something coming from her direction from the corner of his eye. He gaped, horrified as her eyes turned into hearts. Flowers and sparkles danced around her. He just stared at her with a 'what the hell is wrong with you' face. She didn't notice the stare she was getting because she was still off in her own dreamland. He couldn't take it anymore and just said "What's wrong with you now?!"

In a daze she replied enthusiastically, "If we are having a meeting at the usual place that means everyone will be there and I'll see Tami-chaaaaan! I haven't seen her in forever!" she gushed. Aomine deadpanned at the 'revelation' and just sighed. Even though the three of them were childhood friends, he sometimes wondered if Momoi swung the other way since she always stuck to the bluenette. 'Well, I can't really blame her…she is really pretty.' A faint blush appeared on his face but he quickly dismissed the thought. "Well it would be pretty nice to see Tami again…but try not to suffocate her this time."

"What are you talking about Daiki? I should be warning you. You always challenge her to a sword fight any chance you can get."

King Aomine smirked. "Can't help it, she's the only one besides Akashi that can entertain me. And Akashi is a pain to fight, not to mention scary."

"That's true…" Aomine jumped in his seat as Momoi started exclaiming excitedly about her beloved Tami-chan again.

"She's so cool when she fights! I can't wait to see her! Tami-chaaaan, don't worry we'll be able to see each other soon!" and sped out the room. Aomine face palmed before following her to start the preparations for the long trip to Akashi's.

At the same time in Shutoku

His eyebrow twitched dangerously as he listened to the messenger and recalled what his privately appointed astrologist, Osamu Asa, had told him this morning. Your luck is second to worst today and your lucky item is a dandelion. You will receive unexpected news and your plans for the day will get thrown out the window as you start a long journey. 'Osamu Asa is truly always right,' the green haired king thought as he sighed heavily. He dismissed the messenger and twiddled with the white dandelion in his grasp. 'What the hell is he planning this time? Well, he is always unpredictable but this is ridiculous!'

"Takao," Midorima called, frustrated.

"Hai?!" Takao responded cheerfully, ignoring the foul mood the King was obviously in.

"Get the carriage ready within five minutes."

"What?!" the royal advisor groaned. "That's impos-"

Midorima whipped his head around to glare at the official through his thick framed, black glasses; challenging him to talk back. Takao instantly shut up and sighed as he dashed out the make the necessary preparations.

At the same time in Yosen

"Eh? Aka-chin wants a meeting?" The purple headed King murmured around a lollipop. "It's an order from Aka-chin so we have to go… but it's so far!" the childish king whined. Wanting to cheer him up, Himuro Tatsuya, his trusty second in command, approached the pouting figure.

"But there's that limited addition flavored cotton candy you wanted there," he suggested, chuckling. At this, Murasakibara looked at his best friend with stars in his eyes.

"I want some! No, I need it! Let's go right now Muro-chin!" he pleaded while staring at Tatsuya with puppy eyes. Smiling, he nodded and let himself be pulled out of the room to pack their things. 'Maybe I shouldn't have said that after all.' He sighed inwardly as he thought about the long trip with the child high on caffeine.

At the same time in Seirin

"Does he think that we have nothing to do besides listen to him?! Tch, so annoying, I don't want to travel all the way to Rakuzan."

"We can't help it Kagami-kun, it's Akashi-kun we're talking about."

"But if he summons the Generation of Miracles doesn't it mean that there's something seriously wrong? It probably has to do with the increasingly frequent murders and thievery in Shutoku and Touou." Kuroko's expression darkened at the mention of the growing predicament in the neighboring countries.

Kagami shivered and gulped at the sight of an angry and pissed off Kuroko. If there was one thing the powder blue haired Queen hated, it was people who were irresponsible and violent which perfectly described a certain King of Kaijo.

After finding his courage to speak again, Kagami furrowed his eyebrows and said, "I'm just glad they haven't made their way here yet."

He was met with Kuroko's icy stare and internally gulped. 'Oh, shit what did I say wrong now?'

"Are we supposed to be glad that we're not suffering when others are? Are we supposed to remain ignorant and pretend nothing's wrong as long it doesn't happen to us?" Kuroko asked in her usual monotone, but there was a dangerous glint in her usually blank eyes.

"N-No, that's not what I meant! Of course I'm worried about the situation in Touou and Shutoku. I could never turn a blind eye just because it's not us in that situation and especially because it's our friends, well if we can call them that…But I'm just glad that you're not in danger. I'm worried about you…" A light blush spread across his face and he looked anywhere but at Kuroko. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly when he realized how corny and out of character that sounded.

After a few moments of silence, Kagami glanced at Kuroko's face to see a happy and amused twinkle in her eyes even though her face remained deadpanned.

"Thanks, Kagami-kun but please say that after you beat me at swordplay."

He widened his eyes in wonder at the minuscule smile on his best friend's face.

Besides, I can protect myself, look at these guns," and she flexed his arms to show, sadly nothing.

"You don't have any!" Kagami scowled and wondered how the hell she kept a straight face saying that.

The bluenette pouted slightly at this and murmured, "We need to pack for the trip," and walked down the corridor with Kagami following briskly shouting "Oi! Wait up."

'We should be more worried about the situation in Kaijo…It must be hell there right now," the blunette thought, her face grim and eyes hardened.

A tentative knock sounded on the door of the King's bedroom. "What is it?! Can't you see I'm not to be bothered right now?" the King growled.

"B-But your highness, it's an urgent message from King Akashi," the messenger said nervously.

With a grunt the King signaled the man to come in. The official's eyes bulged at the scene and tried with no avail to keep calm. The King was seated on a plush red couch with gold linings in the corner of the room where he was surrounded with numerous women clad in nothing but skimpy lingerie. To make it worst they were all in suggestive positions with one of them seated on his lap.

Blushing furiously, the messenger tried to quickly pass on the message from Akashi to the King before him but he stuttered and barely made it understandable before glancing up from his scroll to meet cold silver eyes. "Are you trying to mess with me?" His eyes flashed and reminded the man of how a predator would look at its prey right before they pounced. 'D-Dangerous…' the messenger thought as he started sweating profusely and his legs started to tremble like a cornered animal's.

"Stop wasting my time and get out," he lashed out sending the messenger scurrying out of the room. Not in the mood for any more 'fun' he kicked the women out as well and proceeded to trashing his room in anger. 'Don't think I'll listen to you forever Akashi.'

Kise scowled in disgust as he looked out a window that faced the city. Outside the palace gates it was filthy; the streets were littered with trash and rats can be seen running back and forth down the paths. With thieves and murderers running rampant there were hardly any people out on the streets even though it was still bright out. The market place was deserted, people too scared of the potential dangers to sell their goods in the city with the exception of a few brave souls to feed the whole population. But due to that, prices sky rocketed and few could afford the bare minimum to survive. Many citizens died of starvation or illnesses with the lack of medicine in the city. Food, medicine, and other luxuries however were delivered directly to the palace where you were safe from the horrors everyone else had to face. The King paid the citizens no mind and continued on with his life as if it had nothing to do with him. The people had their hands full with trying to survive and didn't have the time or energy to protest against the King.

Kise, horrified at the state the city was in, would often sneak food out of the palace, with bodyguards of course, and give food to the citizens. Kise's heart broke more times than he can remember.

He stood in the town square, surrounded by children that looked so skinny and fragile, they looked like they were going to break if you touched them, giving out food. 'How could Aniki ignore these children as they cling to that thin string of hope to survive?' He listened to them as they told him their stories and received tearful thank you's from the adults. "Prince Kise is the best! Thank you very much your highness!" Children shouted out gratefully. Kise particularly remembered a little girl at the edge of the group of child surrounding him. She had short black hair and freckles decorated her cheeks. Like the others, she was so skinny she looked like she was going to break. Her complexion was sickly pale and the bones in her arms and legs jagged out, looking like it was about to break through her skin. She wore dark brown rags and the shoes she wore were falling apart. But that wasn't what caught Kise's attention. It was her eyes, her light brown eyes showed defiance, anger, and her strong will to live.

After the crowd dispersed with Kise asking his numerous body guards to walk the children home, he went up to the little girl, offering her an apple. She looked at him briefly before quickly snatching the apple from his hand, like she was afraid someone would beat her to it.

"Akira! That's not nice. Say sorry!" Kise turned around to see a an middle aged women who resembled the little girl before him, Akira. Seeing as how Akira wouldn't apologize, the women bowed deeply and said, "I'm so sorry your highness. Please excuse my daughter, I will be sure to discipline her."

Surprised, Kise quickly said, "It's alright, she's just a child after all." By this time Akira made her way toward her house. Alarmed, the women quickly went after her to make sure she didn't fall prey to the criminals lurking in the alleys; but not before she insisted on treating the prince to a cup of tea. Deciding to let the women have her way, Kise followed her to her house.

The 'house' was more like a shack. The wooden boards that made up the house were barely holding together and the only window was cracked. Kise carefully settled into one of the two chairs available around a small wooden table and continued to look around. There was a small, if not non-existent kitchen tucked into the back left corner of the room he was in. To the right, was a doorway Kise assumed led to the only bedroom in the house. The place was run-down but well kept, or was as well kept as it could possibly be, and clean. The old women opened the single cupboard in the kitchen and pulled out a tiny metal container of tea leaves. She settled a kettle of water on the handmade 'fireplace'. It was a cluster of stones on the ground with a ring of larger stones to keep the fire from spreading. A pile of wood sitting on top was set ablaze and the black kettle sat on top. Waiting for the water to boil, the women seated herself across the table from Kise.

"How rude of me, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Himura Eiko. I'm truly very sorry for my daughter's behavior before."

"It really is alright. But if I may ask, why did she seem to…"

"To dislike you?" Himura finished his sentence for him. She had a little smile on her face but her eyes were full of sadness and something else Kise couldn't quite make out. "It's a long story but if you don't mind, I would like you to hear it."

"Sure, it would be a pleasure to hear your story." Although Kise knew it wasn't going to be a happy one, he felt he had to hear it. Something told him not doing so would make him regret it forever.

At that point in time, Kise still didn't fully realize how scary reality really was. He was a naïve, spoiled prince kept safely inside the castle walls. But he soon learned his lesson, the harshness of mere survival, because the story he heard next was forever seared into his memory.