Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroko no Basuke. It was written by Tadatoshi Fujimaki. ...Although, if I were the one who wrote Kuroko no Basuke, I would add more female characters. You know, at least five more girls or something.

Author's note: I will try to update this fanfic weekly.

Warning: This is an incest fanfic. Everything is fictional. ...And there may be other minor mistakes, for example: grammar and typos.

"What lies beneath the enchanting snowflakes floating gently from heaven to earth?" –Simon Jacobson

Red and not so White

Year 1
Chapter 1

She loved snow. The way they fell from the sky made her chest tightened. When they made contact with an object or a living being, they would simply disappear. That caused her to feel incomplete. Because to her, snow seemed like an imperfect form, only meant to just vanish upon all contact. However, the different shapes of snowflake were captivating. For such little existence, who would care if they disappeared?

With a sadistic smirk, she enjoyed the imperfect, yet beautiful forms dying on the warmth of the earth. She believed no matter how perfect a human being were, they would all meet the same end.

Everyone was as incomplete as she was. No one was perfect.

"Shiroseeeeee."

The girl's smile faded away when her friend called. Her head were on her arms that were leaning against the wide opened window. She was sitting on her ankles on the seat of the black sofa. A hand touched her long, thin, white hair and she turned her red eyes to meet a pair of eyes that were shady gray. "Hmm?" Shirose tilted her head a bit as she wondered what was up.

Her friend had thick, shoulder-length black hair and her bangs were just as long. It was tangled and messy, kept down without a single hair tie. "You kept the window opened for five minutes already," her friend said, staring down with a sulking attitude. "And it's not good for your health."

Outside where the sun was barely setting, the snow was a foot deep. Shirose, her neck-length hair was left untied as well and her bangs curled to her skin a little. "Just five more minutes, Kurosawa," she closed her eyes to rest them.

Kurosawa reached out to the window and slammed it down to close it. Her white hair friend pouted with her eyes closed and said nothing. "And we should take down those Christmas lights," Kurosawa moved around to walk across the living room. On all four walls of the living room, red and white Christmas lights were on a green wired that went around.

"Aw," Shirose demurely opened her eyes. She still kept her head on her arms and her red eyes followed where her friend went. "Just a few more days, please? I love Christmas lights."

"Then get off your ass and stop me," Kurosawa sighed. She stood next to the doorway to the dining room. Her right hand reached to the hanging Christmas lights and she tugged it down roughly.

"Geez, Kurosawa's mean," Shirose was pouting yet again. "You know I can't win against you in strength."

"I'm glad you can't," Kurosawa continued her path of destruction. She walked around, ripping the wired lights off of the high wall quite lazily.

Shirose slanted her head to the right and her bangs softly touched her left cheek. "Kurosawa-sama, please at least do it carefully," she pleaded quietly. When she used –sama, she meant it sarcastically.

Not listening, Kurosawa grabbed the wired lights tighter and pulled it back as hard as possible. All of the Christmas lights came falling down and a few fell onto Shirose's lap. The albino girl whined softly and tugged on the lights playfully. "There we go," Kurosawa threw the lights in her hand to the ground.

A heavy sigh came from Shirose's lips. "Kurosawa's mean…"

\~o~/

Kise was on the phone with Akashi. "Our closing ceremony is already over, Akashicchi." He grinned with his ear pressing against the phone on his right shoulder. Kise was busy signing autographs in front of his school and he still had six more other girls waiting in line. "There you go," Kise smiled to the girl in the front.

"Thank you, Kise-san!" the girl bowed politely before running off.

With a smile, Kise listened to Akashi on the phone. "Ryota, have you decide who to bring along yet?"

Kise smirked, "Of course. Two of my Senpais will be tagging with us."

"All right then," Akashi said. "I will see the three of you in Otaru next Monday morning."

"Right!" Kise beamed with a light chuckle. "See you then." He had just signed the second autograph and then hung up. Handing the signed autograph back, the girl took it shyly and ran off to catch up with her friend.

Last week, before the exams, Akashi invited the Generation of Miracles to a winter vacation to Otaru. And if they wanted to, they could bring a few other friends along as well. It was Akashi's treat too, so who would want to miss out on that? As unusual as that rare offer was, everyone agreed to go on that vacation together.

Kise was not certain who else was coming along, but he knew Kuroko and Kagami were planning on coming with the other Generation of Miracles and with their own friends. But then Kise thought back to how Akashi brought up the idea. Oh, right. Murasakibara was complaining about the snow in Akita. As in Tokyo, Kyoto, and in Kanagawa, there was not much snow. And in response, Kise wanted to experience a lot of snow. Maybe make a snowman and play snowball fights.

That was when Akashi suggested the plan. Simply because everyone was talking about it through texting.

After signing all of the autographs, Kise looked around to see if any of his senpais were around waiting for him. But he did not see any of them. With a smile, he thought, I can't wait to go on that vacation. It would be such a nice change of pace. Maybe I'll meet more fans over in Otaru too. He smiled to himself, putting his hands into his pockets to avoid the cold.

\~o~/

The sound of basketball shot through the hoop. Midorima lowered his arms and stared at the ball that bounced on the gym floor. "Shin-chan, did anyone else said they were interested in going with us yet?" Takao called positively.

Midorima's eyes shifted to the corner of his eyes, noticing Takao waving to him from the doorway. "…It'll be just you and me," he answered unconcernedly.

"Huh?" Takao frowned. "That's too bad! I was hoping all of us would go!" Takao smirked and turned around, "Let me go and confront them right now."

Grabbing for another basketball from the cart nearby, Midorima focused on his shooting again. They already said they didn't want to come, Midorima said to himself. And the reason was either because of Midorima or Akashi.

\~o~/

"So it'll be Sakurai and Imayoshi-senpai," Momoi smiled, texting to Akashi. She sent it right away and closed her pink phone. Her eyes fixed over to Aomine, who was playing against Wakamatsu and Sakurai at the same time. When Wakamatsu had the ball, Momoi asked loudly, "Are you sure you don't want to come, Wakamatsu-senpai?"

Aomine stole the ball from Wakamatsu like a child's play and scored a dunk right after. Annoyed, Wakamatsu's head snapped to where Momoi was. "Yes! I am sure!" he told her, trying not to yell. It was the sixth time she asked.

"I'm sorry!" Sakurai bowed to Wakamatsu. "I couldn't stop Aomine! I'm sorry!"

Wakamatsu glared to the shorter boy, "I know, shut up already!"

Bored to death, Aomine glanced to the two of them and looked away. "Can I practice against the whole group?" he questioned, his head tilting over to Imayoshi.

"Ha, no," Imayoshi smirked. "We're doing this Momoi's way."

Aomine sagged his head dramatically and really wanted to yawn. Why did we have to practice after the closing ceremony? He asked himself, rubbing the back of his head exasperatingly.

\~o~/

"I'm tired of snow," Murasakibara whined hopelessly.

Himuro chuckled, walking with the tall guy. They had just left a small convenient store. As saddened as Murasakibara was, he munched on his snacks like there was no tomorrow. There was no snow falling from the sky, but the road was filled with them and the air was freezing. "Winter will end in the next month or so," Himuro smiled.

"Maybe by the end of May," the tall young man mumbled with his doubts. The long winter seemed to last forever for him.

As for these two, they were the only ones going to the winter vacation with the others. Their teammates all said they were busy and all kinds of sort. Or maybe they did not want to travel north, where there would be even more snow.

\~o~/

"Kuroko and I will be taking the plane to fly to Otaru," Kagami was telling Aida. And Kuroko was nodding, holding Tetsuya Two in his cozy arms. They were on the sidewalk and their school was just a block away.

Aida blinked a couple of times before stating, "So it's just the two of you. Why are you telling me this?"

"Er," Kagami squinted his eyes at her. "I just wanted to double check with you, ma'am. Cause… I don't want you to snap when we're gone for an entire week."

She chuckled and smiled, "Thanks for checking then. You and Kuroko will be fine. It's not like I'll forget once you're both gone. Everyone is free from training for the break too."

"Right," Kagami nodded, bowing to her.

Kuroko wore a faint smile and he said, "Then we'll be off."

She winked the moment she walked away. "Okay," she nodded. "You two have fun now! You both deserve it!"

Kagami and Kuroko waved at the same time and Tetsuya Two barked as a farewell. Kagami flinched when the dog barked and rushed away. "Kagami-kun?" Kuroko blinked over to him. "Do you think we can bring Tetsuya Two along?"

"Hah?!" Kagami snapped his eyes to him. Tetsuya Two was wagging his tail and Kuroko was blinking innocently. "I don't know! But you better not bring him along, you hear me?!"

"Hmm," Kuroko was sad. Kagami ignored him and walked away without another word. Kuroko lifted Tetsuya Two higher to look at him in the eyes. "…Maybe I'll ask Akashi-kun." Tetsuya Two backed happily in agreement.

\~o~/

"Hey, we're going to have a group of guests coming over next Monday," Kurosawa softly hit a clipboard on Shirose's head. "You remember that, right?"

The two girls were filing papers away at the front counter. With Kurosawa behind the counter, Shirose was on the other side, flipping through note cards in small box. She did not look up when the clipboard touched her head. "Yeah, I remember," she only murmured, searching for a certain note card.

Kurosawa frowned and waited a few seconds. Her white-hair friend was still going through the note cards and then she searched over again. "Alright, stop pretending," Kurosawa used the clipboard to hit her head again.

With a soft giggle, Shirose's eyes brightened up to meet Kurosawa's cool gaze. "I'm just feeling tired to listen to work," Shirose admitted, taking the clipboard. Her eyes stared at the names listed.

"Well, you better get some rest after this," Kurosawa advised, her hands moving to organized the folders. "And I'll tell the other girls to prepare arranging everything here… since we hadn't had any guest for the past month. We seriously have to clean up."

"Colors of the rainbow."

Kurosawa lifted her eyes from the folders and stared at her friend's small smile. And Shirose was still looking at the clipboard amusingly. "…What?" Kurosawa questioned.

"Not really a rainbow, but these people's last names have colors of the rainbow in them," Shirose smiled wider, showing the clipboard to the other girl. "Isn't that cool? I wonder if they're all friends if they're coming in as a group."

"Obviously they're friends," Kurosawa frowned to her. "If they were relatives, most of their last names should have been the same. Don't you think?"

Shirose smirked, "Kurosawa's smart."

Kurosawa took the clipboard and gently hit her albino friend's head again. "Shut up and let's do a little more cleaning of these papers and folders," she ordered.

"Yes," Shirose chuckled quietly.

That group of friends would arrive next Monday. Shirose remembered Kurosawa mentioned they reserved the place a week ago, but the caller did not particularly say how much people there would be. The least were about seven people and the caller mentioned there might be more later on.

Shirose wondered what kind of people they were. She always loved meeting new people and observed their beautiful personalities like how she studied snowflakes.

Next to Kurosawa, the phone rung and she picked it up right away. "Little House of Otaru," she greeted with a monotone voice.

"This is Akashi Seijuro."

"Hello," Kurosawa placed the clipboard on the counter. As for Shirose, she was finally getting her hands to start working and picked the piles of folders together carefully. "Do you now have a definite number of people, sir?"

"Eight more have confirmed. And a small dog."

Kurosawa blinked, "Alright then. That means fifteen people in total, plus a pet. And as we've discussed before, you can pay half through online. And when you come to stay with us, you can pay the other half when you leave if you were satisfied with our services."

"I will pay everything through online."

"How very kind of you, sir," Kurosawa nodded to herself, still using a monotone voice. "If you wish to do so, then I will not stop you. Thank you for considering us. We will be sure to serve with awesome hospitably."

Akashi had a pause for some reason. "…That is all," he said.

"Goodbye," Kurosawa said indifferently. She quickly hung up and returned the phone back. "Oh, gosh, we have fifteen of them coming over. There are enough rooms for them to share, but we need to hire a couple more people for this." Kurosawa was not panicking, even her voice was calm, but she was flipping through other folders rapidly. "Where are those resumes?"

"Right here," Shirose handed them out. All of the papers were stacked and clipped neatly.

"Thanks, Shirose," Kurosawa took them from her and begun looking through them. "I'll be fine now. Go get some rest. Thanks for helping me."

Shirose smiled and put her hands behind her. "I'll get up early and do some cleaning first," she offered. Kurosawa nodded and waved her hand to dismiss her. Shirose spun around on her right foot and walked off to the stairs that were on the right side of the wall.

Starting on Monday, a fateful encounter would take place. Nothing would probably change and nothing remarkable would happen. The fall of the snowflake never ended dramatically, only quietly. The flow of their lives would be smooth and slow… and would simply vanished when it was all over.

Author's note: Thanks for reading! A review would be awesome, just so I know how this is going.