I'm Gay!

Author's Note: Hi, I'm sorta back, I've been preoccupied with quite a hectic schedule and I could not make time to type, however, I did write at the back of my notebooks soooo...

Yea ._.

Disclaimer: The other day, I asked Midorima-kun for my lucky item but he told me that he didn't know me and threatened to shoot me if I didn't get away from him. I don't think I own Kuroko no Basket ;_;

"Mou...I can't take this anymore!" they watched as the yellow head pulled on a bunch of his own hair in a manner that looked like he was in the brink of insanity. Kise brooded even more when he didn't get the response that he needed and got disturbed stares instead.

Usually, they would give him apathetic tsks and offending remarks, but somehow, right now, the blond exerted a certain amount of intensity to his cliched statement.

"Ryouta, you're intervening with the flow of our training, this better be relevant," Akashi's heterochromatic eyes glinted with malice as he reached for the pair of scissors conveniently placed in his jacket, ready to kill.

The blond wasn't fazed by the lethal stare which mildly surprised the rest of the Generation of Miracles. The distant sounds of squeaking basketball shoes and dribbling filled the quiet atmosphere within the group.

Kise was fidgeting all over. His blonde hair was disheveled and his complexion blanched. He had to say it now or forever he'd have hold his peace. Aomine was the first one to speak.

"Spit it out blon-"

"I'M GAY!"

Silence.

Silence.

Silence.

Then a boisterous laughter. Aomine guffawed, Midorima held his glasses in place with his taped fingers as he shook- internally laughing, Murasakibara had a spark of life in his usually half-lidded eyes and gave a lopsided grin, and their captain was left unamused, as if he knew it from the start or simply wasn't pleased with what his underling said.

The phantom player was down with the flu and begrudgingly stayed at home, abiding by the strict command of their feared captain -not to mention the promised month worth of vanilla shakes. Too bad he cannot witness this very unique moment, not that Aomine would let him miss out on today's events.

"What an idiot," Aomine said in between chuckles, clutching his hurting stomach. Kise made a ruckus and whined like a child who just got robbed of his precious candy. Midorima quickly regained composure and Murasakibara ate his potato chips which magically appeared out of thin air.

Aomine's smile faltered in an instant as he felt a piercing pain on his cheeks, sure enough, blood was seeping out of it. This stopped Kise's annoying complaints.

"Daiki...Ryouta..."

They swallowed the lumps in their throats.

"We have no time for these kinds of jokes. Fifty laps around the campus. Now," and that was all that has to be said. Though Kise looked troubled and wanted to have a say in this, he just came to oblige. The two scampered out of the court and exited the gym in a blink of an eye. The remaining members of the group continued with their exhausting training.

After three hours of leg numbing sprints around the devastatingly enormous perimeters of Teiko, they finally met their quota and returned to the cool confines of their gym. They were famished, to say the least.

The third and second strings had long gone home, leaving the gym spacious and disturbingly quiet. Midorima was re-taping his immaculate hands, beside him was Kuroko's picture, which was his questionable lucky item for the day. Murasakibara was engaged in a conversation with Akashi, seemingly discussing something about a new flavor of Maibou.

Kise and Aomine both fell dramatically onto the freshly mopped floors of their court with a thud, causing the three to look to their direction.

Aomine's foot unceremoniously kicked Kise in the face after shifting it to relieve it of pain. The latter quickly responded with an equally forceful kick, but was obviously intended. The two bickered in the floor, now covered by their buckets of sweat.

"Kise, Aomine have you not learned you lesson yet?" It was obviously a rhetorical question. Midorima then sighed and motioned to the fuming captain, the two gulped in fear.

"A-Akashicchii..W-we're sorry," the yellow head said, standing up in the process. Aomine did the same.

"Yeah, we're sorry..."

Akashi seemed pleased and remained silent. He gave a little nod, which meant forgiveness, but this was short-lived, for Kise quickly caused chaos after saying a single sentence.

"It's true that I'm gay...for Kurokocchi!"

Outside the gym, the staff and some students prayed as they passed the suddenly ominous structure. Scurrying as soon as they enter a ten meter proximity.

Murasakibara's half-lidded eyes sharpened, Midorima securely placed Kuroko's picture in his bag, Aomine looked pissed and Akashi had a sadistic smile plastered on his face as he retrieved the long forgotten scissors from the stabbed walls, still baring a little blood form this afternoon's happenings.

"Kuro-chin is obviously mine. He has to be, so our babies would be normal in terms of height," the giant violet-head started. This garnered no replies. Instead, Kise slapped his hands which had caused his vanilla ice cream to fall. The two started a childish glaring contest.

"Kuroko always has good fortune, I always provide him his lucky items. Our signs are compatible too. Not that I care, but I suppose it would be most logical that he stays with me," the green haired tsundere heard a 'Boo!' from Kise.

"Kurokocchi is my coach! Me spend quality time together~! Sometimes, he even lets me touch his hands while he teaches me how to pass," Kise seemed to be glowing with happiness as he stuck his tongue out and made a piece sign with his hands. He was brushed off by the others after they've considered him as completely delusional.

"Tetsu and me are this-" he entwined his two fingers "-close. We're practically lovers! We even have this special fist bump," he said with a confident smirk. He earned a smack on the back of his head from the miracle shooter. No one had a say at this, for it was a painfully undeniable truth.

"Dark, Die, Daiki, Dispose. Strangely, these words start with the same letters," Akashi said, snipping his scissors. "Besides, I had Tetsuya's first kiss," the captain smirked mightily, replaying the scene in his head. That "accident" during their last Christmas party is to be cherished forever.

And the feud led to disaster.

Nothing was settled and everything was in disarray between the Generation of Miracles. They clashed in every aspect and got nothing in common. One thing was for sure though, although not verbally established it was clear that... They were all gay for Kuroko.

After GoM left, the ever industrial janitor arrived, a bucket at hand.

"What the..." the janitor muttered in disbelief. Not because the area was trashed, he was immune to that after all, what scared him were the few things that he found quite...peculiar.

He stared at the small smudge of blood on one of the dented walls, he also stepped on a pair of discarded scissors, he also heard a lot of panting and screaming earlier (probably the Kise and Aomine's fighting) and he didn't even want to know that white stuff on the floor was (Murasakibara sneezed from afar).

"Geez..What's with kids these days..."

Author's Note Again~!

DONE. I'm sorry. I wrote this out of happiness. Our classes were canceled today and I was so gay. So I thought..."Hey, that's a good idea". The this happened. I'm planning to make a sequel to this (where they try to set things straight).

I'm actually more inclined to writing angst, so I'm working on one right now. Hope you'd read it when I publish it.