The area around him wasn't his school. Shouldn't people dream up of their school, or at least schools they've attended? Kuroko shook his head, ridding himself of those trivial thoughts. It wasn't that odd, it just looked like any other high school, except it definitely wasn't Seirin.

He was in a school hallway, somewhere on the second floor, judging by the classroom number signs. It was nice though, the dream was more vivid than his usual dreams, which were blurred or never remembered. The atmosphere was nice as well, with a beautiful morning sunshine streaming through the many windows to his right. Kuroko tilted his head towards the windows, breathing in the clean breeze that drifted in.

"Why are you here, of all people?" a voice said, in barely controlled scorn.

Oh no.

Kuroko blinked, turning to face an unfriendly visage of the silver eyed Rakuzan senior. He stared at a loss of words, wondering himself. Why would Mayuzumi appear in his dreams?

Waiting irritably with no reply, Mayuzumi sighed and spun away. "Whatever, just stay out of my sight," then he proceeded to walk away in the direction he came from.

Kuroko was about to stop him and ask where exactly he was, but thought twice and stopped himself. Who needed a snarky senior? Not him. Plus, this was a dream. Most of the time, you never got a setting you understood. Kuroko didn't know what his problem was with the senior, but everything about him rubbed Kuroko the wrong way. It didn't help that after the Winter Cup finals, they parted on less than cordial terms.

'An aversion to your own kin…' Kuroko thought back to Takao's words fleetingly, and looked back outside, deciding to just enjoy the view.

Mayuzumi was in a bad mood.

Of all people to come and disturb his dreams, it had to be the old model of the Phantom Sixth man, with a penchant for turning basketball games into absolute chaos.

For a while now, the senior had been experiencing lucid dreams that he took full advantage of, and used as huge stress relief. With the loss of Rakuzan at the Winter Cup, Akashi only took it a step farther and doubled their regular training menu. He no longer had time for leisure and to enjoy his light novels. He didn't know how he did it, but his brain managed to not only make new stories for him to enjoy, but conjured up panoramas of the environment around him. With a little brain power, he would be able change the location in his dreams. Oddly enough, these dreams started after the Winter Cup, so it was almost like these dreams were made to combat Akashi's training regimen.

What he didn't expect was a certain blue haired nuisance to come strolling in. Quiet as he may be, he was still trespassing.

Why can't he read in peace for once? His own mind was turning against him now.

He sighed once again as he reached the roof, pulling out a light novel from his uniform's back pocket.

Looking out towards the scenery viewed from the roof, he let a content smile stretch on his face. He walked closer to the chained fence blocking anyone from falling off, and peered down below. He admitted he was surprised at what he saw.

Down below, instead of the regular courtyard of the school, there was a huge pool that stretched across. He couldn't tell from here if the pool ran into the building, but he didn't doubt it. Tiny colorful aquatic creatures swam around in the shimmering waters, other forms of marine life swaying deeper into the waters. It didn't appear too deep, maybe ten feet at most, but Mayuzumi really couldn't tell with a bird's eye view.

He was tempted to just dive from the roof, uniform and all, but he didn't have too much experience swimming, so it most likely wouldn't go swimmingly. He might also just crack his head open hitting the bottom of the pool.

He turned away from the beautiful sight, and lethargically sat down, leaning back against the chain link fence. Peering at the light novel's cover, he saw a picture of a girl in a battle stance materialize from a once blank cover. Not really his style, but he'll give it a try.

He opened up the book and began to read.

After getting rather bored of gazing outside the window, Kuroko had heard the quiet sound of running water below. He then noticed the huge pool that looked very out of place in the school courtyard, but was another wonderful sight nonetheless.

He immediately turned to walk briskly down the hallways, trying to find a set of stairs. Finding them, he realized these were the steps Mayuzumi had taken, so if he took the wrong way, he might end up meeting the senior again.

As much as Kuroko didn't want to confront him again, he decided that as long as they ignored each other, it'd be fine.

He descended the stairs quickly, surprising himself with how much vigor he had. Dreams usually weren't anything to get excited over, but to Kuroko, this was like a once in a lifetime opportunity. His dreams were never this vivid, and he wanted to take the chance to enjoy it.

Kuroko reached the bottom floor, shocked to see that the whole floor was submerged in about six inch deep water. He paused a few steps up from the bottom, taking the time to roll up his pants, take off his shoes and socks, and set them neatly in the corner of the steps.

He poked a toe in the water, testing the temperature. When he found that it was almost warm, he eagerly stepped in, and began to tread out towards the front doors.

Before reaching the doors, a little blue fish swam up to him, and Kuroko stopped to squat down and stare at its shimmering scales. He let a small smile grace his features, and stretched a finger down near the mouth of the fish. The creature nibbled at his finger.

He stood up, deciding to take off his gakuran. He walked back to the stairs, and folded it nicely before setting it down near his shoes. Rolling up his sleeves, he walked back to the fish and passed it, hoping it would follow.

Noticing that it did indeed start swimming after him, Kuroko pushed open the already slightly ajar doors to see a much deeper pool out front. It looked to be at least twice his height.

The blue fish swam past him and away, mixing in with fish in a variety of colors, all with different appendages and patterns adorned on their bodies.

It wasn't only fish though. There were frogs, turtles, starfish, and plants all in an assortment of colors. Trying to look down deeper through the water, Kuroko squinted to see slightly larger silhouettes down towards the bottom. He slowly inched himself in, not really wanting to get wet, but not wanting to miss this chance. He decided to go for it.

He first sat down at the ledge where the deep water began, and pushed himself off and began treading in the water. He heard squeaking sounds nearby, and curious as he was, he swam around a corner to see…

Otters?

There were three otters chattering animatedly, almost like they were engaged in a conversation.

Kuroko was hesitant to approach them, but realized it was too late when one otter noticed him and swam over itself. The others proceeded to swim away, diving underneath.

The less shy otter stared at Kuroko, and Kuroko found himself frozen under the otter's unwavering gaze.

The otter squeaked.

Kuroko blinked back. "Hello."

The otter dove underwater, as he gazed after the retreating figure of the animal. After a few moments, the otter resurfaced, holding a clam and rock. It floated onto its back, placing the clam on its belly and using the rock to smash the clam.

Kuroko watched in wonder, mesmerized to see such a phenomenon up close and personal.

The otter successfully broke open the clam, and proceeded to feast on it. Kuroko slowly inched closer, still watching with great scrutiny.

The otter chattered as it finished eating, and taking notice of Kuroko, held the empty clam for the blue eyed teen to take.

Surprised, Kuroko accepted the clam, inspecting its contents. No pearl, but it was clean without any traces of meat.

At that moment, the clam slipped out of his hands, as he was suddenly grabbed by the leg from underneath, which pulled him under.

Kuroko panicked, and began coughing, bubbles of air streaming out of his mouth. He attempted to resurface, needing oxygen. He kicked his bound leg, yet was pulled down further. He struggled, and managed to get a look at what was pulling his leg.

A large octopus had its tentacle wrapped around his leg, and no matter how much Kuroko struggled, he couldn't free himself. He managed to resurface with a panicked shout, and used this to his advantage to propel himself back down towards the octopus, kicking it in the head with his free leg.

The octopus let out a stream of black ink, releasing Kuroko from its hold. Kuroko fought for air, wasting no time in trying to swim back up. Having lost plenty of energy though, he found himself seeing a figure above the water before blacking out.

"Stupid," the silver eyed senior muttered, as he pulled himself and the younger teen's body out from the pool. He questioned to himself if he really even needed to save the brat. After all, this was a dream, right?

That's what he told himself, and he totally did not panic when he saw the blue haired Phantom Player get pulled under.

At least he had good hearing, and had noticed when the younger teen had begun swimming around below. Nonetheless, the brat always finds his way into trouble. First he lost his misdirection during their match, then he found his way into his dreams, then this.

He set Kuroko against the stairs, as he plopped himself down beside him, slightly drained from saving the younger's ungrateful ass.

…

He didn't have to perform CPR, did he?

Mayuzumi shook his head vehemently to one, get rid of the water in his hair, and two, to deny himself of ever touching lips with the other. Dear lord, no.

The senior sighed heavily, his eyes sliding over to the resting face of Kuroko. He already knew that his upcoming dreams would cease being peaceful altogether.

And he dropped his light novel in the pool, too.

A/N: I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened this ship reigned me in and took control ugh.

Before I claim anything, this is not completely my own idea. There was a Naruto fic I read in the past that had this idea. I never finished it, and I forgot the name. This will be pretty different from that one though.

I admit I had been planning this for a while but the tipping point was jarofclay42 (she was posting stuff on tumblr and I succumbed). Either way, thank you for reading!