Seirin basketball club had a thing for crushing at Kagami's place. Every single stupid reason could easily be used as an excuse to go to the power forward's house, because there was no one in this world who didn't like Kagami's cooking or his angelic smile. Sometimes even players of other teams tagged with Seirin, especially the annoying members of the Generation of Miracles, a group of rainbow haired boys that found in Kagami the perfect rival and they simply adored him (not that they said it aloud, well, maybe Kise sometimes did but Kagami never took him seriously).

Tonight there was only the Seirin team and Coach insisted to cook with the redhead, much to the other members' horror, but Kagami reassured them that Riko's skill were better since he spent long hours teaching her the basics and he was secretly proud of the results the girl achieved.

After serving all the portions and using Koganei as a guinea pig, they all agreed that Coach really was better at cooking and began eating with big smiles on their faces, chatting and laughing together, telling the others how their days went, their grades and pretty much everything in their lives. They seemed like a family, a big warm family.

Kagami listened to the others and sometimes bickered with Kuroko to stop appearing out of nowhere, but loosing the argument when those blue emotionless eyes simply looked at him and the smaller teen said that "He was there from the beginning". Kagami hated that phrase, but it wasn't possible for him to win against Kuroko, so he just grumbled and continued to eat his extra-extra meal, stuffing the food in the cheeks like a squirrel and cursing Kise in his mind because one time e said that "Kagamicchi is so cute when he eats, -ssu!". Yeah, like a 190 cm teenager with red hair and a frown on his face could ever be cute.

Speaking of the Generation of Miracles, Kagami was troubled by something: sometimes their eyes showed a broken light that he didn't like. Maybe they didn't even notice it, but the redhead surely did. It didn't matter how much Kagami beat them in basketball, it seemed like something inside them was lost forever, like their love for the sport was torn between love and hate. Aomine sometimes had still that arrogant attitude in which "the only one who can beat is me", Midorima for brief moments looked to his teammates like they were just insects, it happened that Kise cheerful nature was, more than once, replaced by an uncaring one, Murasakibara still continued to say that basketball was boring (even if he was the first one to play when there was the possibility), Akashi was the worst: his second personality sometimes pop out of nowhere with that "I'm absolute and you're just a poor peasant" attitude. Even Kuroko looked at a basketball like he were in pain, maybe remembering all the bad memories that he experienced during his Teikou years. It was sad thinking that such talents were still trapped in their past, because they couldn't forget the hate they felt in their dark days, were they believed that nobody was better than them. Kagami tried to make them smile, playing with them and laughing together, pretending that everything was okay and that he didn't see those empty, hurt eyes. Maybe, if he knew them before all crumbled down (their third year, if he remembered Kuroko's story correctly), would have he been able to avoid to look at those eyes? If he befriended them and showed them that in the world there were people who were stronger than them, would have that changed anything? Many times those thoughts invaded his mind and he couldn't shut them up, even he knew very well that it was simply impossible to go in the past and change the future.

Sighing, Kagami swallowed another portion of curry and narrowed his eyes, tasting a strange flavour in his mouth. "Coach... what did you put in this?" He asked, not remembering any fruit or vegetable that had that taste (Riko had a thing for putting strange things in the curry).

The girl lifted her eyes from her plate, grinning ear to ear and Kagami had a suddenly bad feeling. "I just put some pills in there, don't worry!"

In that moment the cheerful atmosphere in the room changed in a worried one, everyone stopped eating at once, looking wary first at their Coach then at their plates with eyes full of tears.

"Y-You put drugs here?" Hyuuga was already crying and was distancing himself from the curry with a green face. Kagami didn't need a genius to understand that he was going to throw up everything once he arrived at home, the redhead was thinking the same and, from the others' faces, they had the same plan too.

"Don't worry, I only put this new cocktail in Kagami's plate! It's a new recipe that I made!" Hearing that, everybody let out a relieved sigh and continued to eat. Well, everyone minus Kagami who was the one that looked green now.

"You put WHAT?!" He yelled, jumping and planning to go to the bathroom in that exact moment, he didn't care if he hurt Riko's feelings, he wasn't going to be her guinea pig, no way in hell!

However he suddenly felt like all his energies were drained out of him and he feel on his knees on the floor with a loud "THUD". He wanted to throw up, his legs were like jelly and he felt his head start to spin. It didn't help that his vision was fuzzy and the faces of his worried teammates were nearly unrecognisable.

"Kagami-kun, are you okay?" Kuroko's voice came from his right, but it seemed faraway and the words were so slow. Kagami tried to blink, but he was tired... black points started to invade his vision, and it seemed like they were chanting "go to sleep, go to sleep". He wasn't the type to listen to others, but it seemed sp easy, to close his eyes and take a quick nap.

Yeah, just a quick one... he'll wake up later and laugh with the other members of Seirin team of how much dumb he was to eat Coach's cooking... laugh and cry... sounded like a plan to him...

He didn't hear the voices any more and everything was covered in black. Closing his eyes sounded great. With a groan, his body fell on the right, his mind completely swallowed by the darkness.

Kagami woke up with the greatest headache of all the times and grumbled under his breath. What had happened? He was eating with his teammates, he was laughing and having fun when... the redhead suddenly realized: Coach's food! The ultimately evil weapon, one that could kill without you even knew about it... that's how he passed out! Who knew what that spawn of Lucifer could have put in his plate... he feared to know.

Shaking his head, he looked around him: that was his room and he was in his bed, the cover were actually warm and soft, surely Hyuuga and Mitobe brought him there to make him rest. He should thank them later, when his headache went away. He was also so going to yell to Coach once he saw her.

Something caught his eye and he forgot his anger, he instead narrowed his red eyes and sat up after making sure he wasn't going to throw up once he moved. Kagami, with wary movements, stood from the bed and began to walk, realizing that with each step his headache was disappearing. His room was the same but... there was something wrong here, he felt it. Where was his school uniform? Were was his photo with the member of Seirin team? And was his closet always so big? More than anything, his room was too clean. Not that he didn't do chores, but there was always some magazine or shirt on the floor, but everything was just... too in order, like he transferred for too short to feel he was at "home". But that wasn't possible, he lived there for more than two years, however what was that bad feeling in his chest? Maybe that was some kind of joke from Kuroko (the little bastard found fun to tease him and Kagami knew it very well)?

Kagami scratched his head and stopped suddenly, looking at his hand in disbelief and tentatively touched his hair again. Weren't they... too short? Not that he didn't like them like this, but he clearly remembered that he was planning to ask Hyuuga to cut them because they were too long. Maybe his senpais cut them for him? Well, it could be, but there was something not right, he could feel it in his bones. It wasn't fear or anything, just a solid weight on his chest that made him feel uncomfortable.

He exited his room, stepping on the corridor, noticing that there wasn't any photo on the wall, not even the nail to pin them there. He touched the white marble with his fingertips, feeling the roughness on his skin and searching any little hole, but he found none. It was like there never was something attached to it. Okay, that was the strangest thing, because he didn't think that his senpais could pull such a joke in such short time.

With a heavy heart, Kagami sighed and continued to walk, but each step seemed more difficult than the other, like his feet were made of steel instead of skin and bones, it seemed they were saying that they didn't want to go ahead.

Entering in the living room nearly gave him an heart-attack, since it was so ordered. Now he really began to think that there was surely something not right there. His senpais, it didn't matter how much Mitobe helped with the cleaning process, never left his house so clean. It looked nearly shining, like the ones you see on a publicity for furnishings.

"What the fuck?" Kagami cursed, taking an instinctively step back with sweat running down his spine. Okay, he needed to calm down and think. Pity that "think" and "calm down" weren't in his vocabulary.

"I need to reorganize my thoughts..." He whispered, stumbling in the bathroom with movements that could have impressed Aomine if the jerk was there, but thinking at Aomine wasn't good because just his face in Kagami's mind sparkled that anger he always felt when he was together with the dark skinned teen (and the sudden need to murder him).

The redhead shook his head and closed the door behind him, running to the sink and opened the water with hasty movements, chanting under his breath to calm down. He splashed the cold water on his face, wetting also his shirt but in that moment he didn't care, he just wanted to wake up from what it looked like a dream.

However, once he lifted his head, he let out a scream that scared the birds on the roof and made them fly away, echoing in the building like someone was getting murdered.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Kagami yelled at the mirror, touching his face with shaky hands and pinched his cheeks, hoping that that nightmare to disappear in that exact moment. In front of him there wasn't a monster or a ghost (he would have liked it more), there was – obviously – himself. But it wasn't exactly himself: it was a younger version of him, with shorter hair, short height (but still tall for Japan standards), with less pronounced muscles and a kid face. It was the third-year version of himself, and he was a first-year high school student, dammit! Plus he was wearing that stupid red t-shirt that Alex bought him like a goodbye gift with a girl in bikini and tiger ears on it and a "Make me Roar 3" printed under the beautiful lady. He clearly remembered to have burnt that shirt once he arrived to Japan.

"THIS IS BETTER BE A FUCKING NIGHTMARE!" He screamed again, proceeding to torture himself to wake himself up.

It turned out that it was all true, since Kagami didn't wake up after punching, pinching, slapping himself and nearly crushing his head against the wall in desperation. Plus once he found his cellphone he clearly read 5th March 20**, so it meant that he was fucked.

"How did this happened...?" Kagami asked himself, sitting on the couch, with his hands against his face and the cellphone forgotten besides him. His first year of high school wasn't a dream, he knew that, it was too realistic to be one, but even if he knew that, there was nothing that could explain why he suddenly went back in time.

Yesterday they were laughing, chatting and joking... what did went wrong? Kagami thought to the other night... the usual bickering between Hyuuga and Kiyoshi, Kuroko who continued to disappear, Izuki's horrible puns, Koganei who translated Mitobe's language, Furihata and Fukuda that were trying to persuade Kawahara to tell them about the girl he was crushing on, Tsuchida who was speaking with his girlfriend on the phone with that smile said "I love this woman", Riko's food... Wait. Kagami nearly fell out the couch from how much he jumped high, but he quickly regained his balance, thanking whoever was up there to not let anyone see his dumb self (especially those jerks from the Generation of Miracles). That was the solution! Coach put some pills in his food and made him eat it, so he went back in time! One could say he was delusional, but it was the only possible explanation for all that mess.

And, if his cellphone was stating the truth, he didn't even take the exam to enter in his third middle school year. What to do now? Was he going to repeat everything? Be a loner in middle school and deciding to join Seirin in high school? Meeting Kuroko, Coach, captain, and everyone else? Fight with the Generation of Miracles until they understood that how they behaved was wrong? Have to see their broken smiles when they thought nobody was looking?

That thought made him stop on his track (he didn't even realize that he was walking in the first place). The Generation of Miracles. An idea began to crept in his mind. No he shouldn't put hand were he wasn't supposed to, he couldn't change the past, no matter how hard he wanted. But... was that really true?

Kagami sprinted to the drawer beside the television, opening it and throwing all the useless papers on the ground, never glancing at it twice (even if he knew he was going to put them in place once he calmed down). After what it seemed ages, he finally found what he wanted: the pamphlets of middle schools that his father sent him once he arrived in Japan and began to search through them. The not-so-past him chose to enter Maou Middle School, a school situated near his apartment that didn't need too much study to get in, but now... there it was! With shaky hands he opened Teikou Middle School pamphlet, reading through all the description, Kagami snorted at the "victory is everything" and shook out his mind the imagine of Akashi's dual eye colour. The kanji were difficult, but thanks to Coach, Momoi (bless those women) and sometimes Midorima (when he had nothing to do, even if even a child could say that he was concerned for Kagami's grades), so it was easier for him to read, he actually didn't find any particular difficulty.

He knew he shouldn't put hand to the past, but those eyes in different colour haunted him, begging him to be saved from their fate that was already written if he didn't intervene. His mind was telling him that it wasn't his business, but his heart was screaming at him to move his ass and do something for those boys who thought that nobody was stronger than them and were slowly descending in the hatred. Still debating with himself he lifted his head and his eyes found the only photography he had in the house in that moment: a beautiful woman with a slight tan, full lips curled in a bright smile, a big chest (once Aomine made a comment about it and he punched him in the face), long, red hair moved by the wind, deep chocolate eyes that seemed to look in the watcher's soul (he took his red eyes from his father) and that aura of innocent that characterized her. His beautiful mother who passed away when he was little and didn't understand what "death" and "cancer" meant, but when it happened he felt so lost that the feeling still burnt in his chest. He didn't remember much of her, but one thing he had impressed in his memory was her angelic voice that spoke to him with such gentleness, never getting angry or sad, always smiling and joking even when she was at one step from death.

"Taiga, when you don't know what to do, remember that I'll always be proud of you and it doesn't matter how things will turn out, if you feel that you need to do something, do it, it's better cry over spilled milk than regretting to haven't done anything." It was one of the few phrases he remembered, but in that moment it warmed his heart. Knowing that she would still be proud of him whatever thing he decided to do was reassuring.

"Thanks mom." Kagami whispered, kissing the photo with a bright smile that matched his mother's and caressed the frame for some seconds before making up his mind and stood up, walking to the couch to take his cellphone.

He closed his eyes, remembering all the things that made him want to change the actual situation and he asked himself if it was worth it: Kuroko's emotionless eyes that could bright more than anyone's when he did something good, Kise's rare truly smiles, Aomine's laugh, Midorima's tsundereness that always hid his true feelings, Murasakibara's happy facial expressions when he saw something he liked and Akashi's friendship that once you had it, it was difficult to break it. Yeah, if he could see that things forever, what he was planning to do was worth it.

Dialling the number, Kagami waited three exact seconds before someone took the phone call and the familiar voice echoed in his head, making the redhead smile unconsciously.

"Taiga! You finally called, young man!" His dad voice was happy, but Kagami could heard the tiredness behind that cheerful tone (Kise did the same thing).

"Dad! Yeah, sorry, everything happened so suddenly that I haven't had a minute to rest..." He didn't know why he felt so awkward to talk with his dad and he hoped the old man didn't notice it. "But if you're tired I can call you later."

"No, no, no, it's nice to hear you! It's just work, but nothing you have to worry about! So, what did you want to tell me?"

"Ah, yes, do you remember the pamphlet you gave me? I think I found a school I may like..."

"That's brilliant! Tell me the name and I'll immediately ask for the paper works!"

Kagami stood silent for a few seconds, asking himself if it was what he wanted and that he couldn't go back once he said it. He could forget about his "mission" and live without thoughts until high school... but it just needed one glance from his mother for making up his mind.

"Taiga?" His father worried voice shook him out from his thoughts and he laughed nervously, wondering for how much he stared in the nothing.

"Sorry, dad, where were we?"

"You were going to tell me the name of your school!" Kagami could see his old man with a frown on his face and he laughed quietly in his mind, but decided to finally reveal his decision that – he was sure – was going to change his future.

"I decided that I want to go to Teikou Middle School."

Author's note: My new multi-chapter featuring GOM/Kagami! I wanted to do a time-travel story and I finally have the occasion to do it! I always wanted to fix Teikou Era and now I have the opportunity!

It's always AnonymousXY's fault, her stories are too good, you can't not love them!

M-Rated things will NOT appear soon because this is slow-burn! (I can hear screams of disappointment)

If you leave a comment I'll be really happy, this is only the prologue and I'm sorry if it didn't happen many things... I'll promise the next chapter will be better!