Disclaimer: Kuroko no Basuke doesn't belong to me.
All credits to Fujimaki-sensei, you rock!
And as you can see, I own only the story plot and some OCs.
Also, the image serving as my book cover belongs to its rightful artist.

Teiko Corporation was one of the largest, successful business firms in the world. It was a veteran in the business world, which has been flourishing since its birth. Under Teiko came the alliance of five other powerful companies: Rakuzan, Shutoku, Yosen, Touo and Kaijou. Each company was led by a genius. There were five such geniuses, also known as the 'Kiseki no Sedai'. Their appearance shook the very foundation of the business world. Never in history had such geniuses appeared at the same time; each very talented and skillful in their own ways. With their intelligence combined, the success of Teiko was guaranteed for years to come.

But that was just a façade to the naïve, outside world and media. With business, also came its dark side, the underworld. Like the business world, this world was ruthless and brutal but here money and profits was second to the pleasure of having your enemy's head served to you in a silver platter, literally. Oh yes, it was definitely not sunshine and rainbows on this side. The Kiseki no Sedai of this world was even more deadly. They crushed, destroyed and showed what true fear was to their foes by bringing forth their high-leveled combat skills and power. True monsters in human form were the only words that could describe them. To most of the inhabitants of the underworld, they became the law.

Tokyo, Japan.

11:04 am.

A private meeting with the Teiko head and the respective heads of its alliance was being held at a lavish manor. The walls of the meeting room had warm gold tones to it with fine ivory silk drapes; a set of French windows opened to the well-maintained gardens giving off a peaceful scene. In the middle stood a large mahogany oval shaped table with all heads seated at their rightful places.

"Ne, ne, Nijimura-senpai, what will we discuss in today's meeting~?! Ne?" asked a bubbly, handsome Blond with beautiful golden eyes. He was the current head of Kaijou Corporation, Kise Ryouta, a genius who was known for his sly ways at handling business and people. Mostly known for his devilishly good looks and charm, he was a sought out personality by the media who would do anything to have him graced their magazine covers and other profiting articles.

Nijimura Shuuzou, the current president of Teiko Corporation, let out a deep sigh in reply as he put down the fountain pen he had been twirling with, infront of him, on top of a stack of blank papers. He was a knowledgeable, black-haired man who held the reins of Teiko since he turned twenty-one. One of the few people known to gain the respect of the Kiseki no Sedai, he held the pride of Teiko and was merciless when competition aroused.

"Kise, I would appreciate if you pipe down that hyper side of yours. It's already giving me a migraine. Both you and my never ending piles of paperwork," Nijimura replied, whilst staring sharply at the said person.

"How mean~! You're not even with your paperwork~!" came the expected reply and a bucket full of crocodile tears.

A groan came from a tanned-skin man with indigo colored hair seated just next to the now weeping blond-head. "Kise, shut up, you annoying bastard!" growled the man in annoyance. Aomine Daiki was his name. He was the current head of Touo Corporation; another established genius in their world who hunted down his prey like a true predator would. He was lean, tall and bore striking features. A man full of arrogance and laziness, living with the belief that, 'the only one who can beat me is me'.

Cue more wails and an exaggerated cry of 'Aominecchi!' which had everyone present getting more annoyed. "Kise-chin, I want to crush you now. Even maibou agrees with me," a lazy drawl from a childish purple haired giant was heard followed by a crunching sound. Well, he was not exactly a giant, but you will think of him as one when you came face to face. Standing at over 6'10, he was a sight to behold. He carried with him a childish demeanor who had an obsession with snacks and was often known for having a screw loose outside of work but he was not to be underestimated; childish as he seemed, he had a sadistic streak when it came to crushing his opponents. He was Murasakibara Atsushi, head of Yosen Corporation, a true sadistic genius.

"Oha-Asa did mention that Gemini would have an unlucky day, nanodayo. A good thing that I brought along this lucky item," said a green-haired man with glasses as he flashed out a green frog made of porcelain, which he held with his slender, long bandaged wrapped fingers. "Who knows what luck will befall me being next to an unlucky person? And by the way, Kise, your lucky item today is a red umbrella, nanodayo." He continued on.

The person speaking was Midorima Shintarou, head of Shutoku Corporation. Just like the rest, he was also a genius who had a wide knowledge in the field of science. He was a firm Oha-Asa believer who always carried his lucky item with him wherever he went, much to the annoyance of his colleagues and friends. Nonetheless, when push comes to shove, his skills became more deadly and dangerous, and like Aomine, he also went on with the belief that, 'Man proposes, God disposes.' Amongst his many successful accomplishments was the fact that he was an established pianist who gave private concerts every now and then.

Tired of his previous activity, Kise just pouted, sulkily. "Everyone is so mean. Maybe Oha-Asa is right about my unlucky day. I mean, just look, I have a ganguro, a cookie giant and a tsundere ganging up on me!" His voice went a pitch higher as he pointed at the accused people respectively.

Chaos ensued once more. Nijimura just fell back on his seat with a look of defeat. This happened every time they got together. The media would have had a field day when they realized that this was the true nature of these so called geniuses behind the cameras.

Sometimes, no, scratch that, he always felt like a strict grandfather taking care of his grandchildren. Well, he was the oldest among them whether he liked it or not. At this point, retirement sounded like paradise to him, which unfortunately was possible maybe after 30 years or so. He was just in his late twenties for goodness sake! With a huff, he decided he would simply wait for that person to end the disturbance.

And as if his prayer was heard, in the midst of the chaos, seated at the opposite end of the table right across to where Nijimura sat, heterochromatic eyes finally snapped open from its brief serene state and swiftly scanned the scene infront of him. "Silence," an icy cold voice that promised pain and suffering, commanded. Almost immediately, pin-drop silence filled the room. The beast had awoken and they would very much become best friends playing a game of basketball then go against him.

Only Nijimura seemed unaffected as he adjusted his seating position. "Akashi," he simply nodded at the now revealed owner of the heterochromatic eyes. Retirement could wait later, he decided, it was time to get serious.

Akashi Seijuurou, also known as the Red Emperor, headed the Rakuzan Corporation. He was a man widely feared and respected by his peers and foes alike. A genius among geniuses who grasped victory like one would breathe in oxygen. Born from the elite Akashi household, success was bound to follow him since birth. Despite his short stature, for someone his age, he carried himself with an air of authority with his words being absolute and if those were not enough, his crimson red hair, heterochromatic eyes and strikingly handsome features made him stand out even more. It was also a known fact that he was a brilliant shogi player and the true mastermind behind every success that Teiko achieved. In comparison to the others, he was the one to be truly feared; a combination of the other four geniuses or even worse than that and hence, the given epithet.

"Nijimura-san," Akashi paused as he caught sight of Aomine and Kise making faces at each other like they were five year old's. They immediately dropped their antics when heterochromatic eyes stared them down. "We have a guest coming over, yes?" He continued were he left.

The said person just nodded not surprised that the Red Emperor knew, "Requiem," His charcoal colored eyes twinkled in amusement when he saw the other four apart from Akashi stiffen as if someone asked them to jump down from the top of the Eiffel Tower. "An agreement has been made and Requiem will come under our alliance. A representative is expected soon," said Nijimura as he glanced at his watch.

"EHHHH?! NO WAY!" Kise stood up abruptly from his seat, resulting in the dramatic fall of his leather chair. "IMPOSSIBLE! UWAH!" Trust Kise to bring in his theatrical skills to a meeting.

Nijimura sighed, "Sit down and behave for once, Kise." He ordered.

Instantly, Kise had his chair back to its former position and sat down. He was curious alright, very curious. Requiem, a feared, ruthless organization mostly made up of assassins, in the underworld, was a name spoken in whispers. To have their alliance was like hitting jackpot. Rumor has it that they ruled the underworld from the shadows. The head and its members were never seen except by their victims. To summarize, they were a truly enigmatic group who could rival with the likes of the Kiseki no Sedai.

How Teiko got an alliance with such an organization was a question left floating in the now quiet room. "Well, firstly, please be on your best behavior, okay? Secondly—" began Nijimura but was cut off by a soft hum.

Weapons were drawn out within seconds flat as five different pair of eyes narrowed in response and scanned the room for the unwanted intruder. There was no one present, which didn't make sense. They were sure someone was with them.

Nijimura, who didn't bother reacting from the start, slowly lifted his right hand up as an 'it's okay' sign. "Drop your weapons," was his reply to the baffled looks he received.

"What's the meaning of this, Nijimura-san? Do you know this peculiar individual present here with us?" Akashi demanded. To think this individual could escape even his famed 'emperor eye'; a unique gift received by an exceptional member of the Akashi household after ever three centuries, infuriated him greatly.

"The representative is here," said the black-haired man with a knowing look.

That had everyone's attention. Trusting him, they went back to their former positions but with more alertness. A member of Requiem was here and they let the said individual enter into their midst, without them noticing. Just how trained were they to be left unnoticed by even the most skillful people?

"Hello," a soft monotone voice called out just as a small hooded figure resembling a shinigami appeared from the only corner were light did not reach, which happened to be on the left side of where Nijimura sat.

Any shrieks of alarm were left disregarded from where it was formed. Every pair of eyes in the room were now solely on the hooded figure. "Pleased to meet you," continued the hooded figure in a polite and calm tone.

Heterochromatic eyes narrowed as its owner observed the enigma before him. Intriguing, he thought. To have a person like this one working for him would be very beneficial, he decided. A small smirk made its way as he licked his lips in amusement. He would for now, forgive the person for infuriating him earlier.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?" snarled Aomine, totally perturbed by the abrupt happenings. Today was definitely not his day.

A clap of hands brought everyone's attention to Nijimura. "Did you not hear me earlier, Aomine? This is the representative from Requiem." His tone left no room for further arguments.

Aomine held up his hands in defeat. "What crawled up your ass and died there?" was his brilliant reply to which he received a hard glare.

"Daiki, mind your manners. We have company." Akashi had his attention back to where it initially was. The hooded figure seemed to be in deep scrutiny to its surroundings.

Midorima who had been quiet for most of the time, finally articulated out an, "I believe introductions are in order, nanodayo?"

"As you wish," The hooded figure gave a slight bow and introduced itself as 'Kuroko'.

Nijimura cleared his throat, "well, Kuroko, I'm—"

"Nijimura Shuuzou, Teiko's current head, yes? No introductions required. I've done my research on everyone present in this room." A swift reply came from Kuroko.

Somehow, the tense atmosphere rose to a certain level once more. "I see," Nijimura gave a small nod. "Shall we begin this meeting then? Considering as all vital members are present."

"Before that," Akashi cut in. "I am curious to know something, Kuroko."

"What is it, Akashi-kun?"

He then asked the question which everyone had wanted answers to. "How long have you been with us? Seeing as no one took notice of your presence."

"Since the very beginning," was the blunt reply.

That didn't settle well with the Kiseki no Sedai. "How intriguing," Akashi said. "Is this low presence and perfect merging with the shadows, a peculiar trait that comes with being a member of Requiem?"

"Only a few possess it," Kuroko replied, cryptically.

"Ara? My whole box of maibou is finished. I'm run out of snacks," announced Murasakibara, breaking the tense atmosphere.

"Eh? Murasakicchi, that was too fast!" Kise exclaimed as he peered into the now empty box.

"What the hell, Murasakibara? That was your fifth box!"

Midorima pushed his glasses up as he turned to the purple-haired man seated beside him. "Murasakibara, your eating habits is very unwholesome, nanodayo."

"Atsushi, I believe that is enough maibou for today." Akashi frowned in disapproval.

Murasakibara looked devastated. "But, I'm still hungry," He whined in protest.

"When are you not?" snorted Aomine.

Nijimura sighed for the nth time. "Murasakibara, if you behave well throughout the meeting, I will have the cooks make your favorite dessert later."

"You're spoiling him, Nijimura-san." Akashi stated just as Murasakibara eagerly nodded in reply.

A box of vanilla chocolate flavored pocky, unexpectedly, landed infront of Murasakibara. "Here, you can have mine, Murasakibara-kun," Like a phantom, Kuroko appeared next to him.

"When did you get there?" Kise finally let out the shriek he was holding in.

"I simply walked?" offered Kuroko.

Again, Kuroko's vanishing act was at work. Was there a trick to it? Wait, why was a box of pocky in Kuroko's possession? "Just how low is your presence?" Aomine stood up with his index finger pointed accusingly to the person in question.

"Is that a compliment, Aomine-kun?"

"Like hell it is!" came an exasperated cry as Aomine fell back on his seat, spectacularly.

Murasakibara didn't bother joining the conversation as he immediately lifted the box of pocky he received and began observing it from every angle. It looked so tempting and delicious.

"Its not poisoned, if you're wondering. I wouldn't stoop to such low means." Kuroko said with the now established monotone voice.

Murasakibara looked from the hooded figure and back at Akashi. "Aka-chin?" He said as he waited for Akashi's consent.

"Where are your manners, Atsushi? Daiki's rude habit must be rubbing off on you." The accused person grunted in protest. "I believe, you're supposed to thank the person who shares with you their possessions, hmm?" Akashi said in reply as he gave his consent whilst slightly chiding the childish purple-haired on his conduct.

Murasakibara immediately reached out his rather large hand and patted Kuroko on the head. "Thank you, Kuro-chin. You seem like a nice person." The purple-haired had acknowledged the smaller one's presence because it took guts to approach the childish giant without being intimidated. Moreover, he had received pocky on their very first meeting. Murasakibara was definitely looking forward to their next meetings.

Just as soon as the large hand came in contact with Kuroko's head, it was smacked away. "You're welcome but I would very much appreciate it, if you didn't treat me like a little child, Murasakibara-kun."

"Eh? But Kuro-chin is so smaaaall," said Murasakibara, as he emphasized on the word 'small'.

Before any retort could be made, Nijimura spoke out, "Best get started already. I have a video conference meeting with the Italian branch at one sharp." With that said, everyone settled down including Kuroko who went back to the dim-lighted corner.

"Wouldn't you take a seat as well, Kuroko?" Nijimura offered, politely.

"No, thank you," Kuroko replied back with equal politeness. "I prefer standing over here."

"Very well then," Nijimura said as the proposed meeting between the Teiko head, the Kiseki no Sedai and Requiem finally began.

Kyoto, Japan.

11:26 am.

Inside a traditional well-furnished Japanese manor, turmoil occurred with the discovery of an unconscious man in his early twenties. He was found in the Master's garden just behind a large Sakura tree, blindfolded and tied up.

"Chihiro-sama," a man fully clad in pure black shinobi attire with only his amber eyes visible, called out, respectfully, before entering a dim-lighted room with delicate cherry blossoms paintings scattered on the walls. He walked a few steps before falling on one knee with the fingers on his right hand curled up and pressed to where one's heart is found, and head bowed.

Seated cross-legged on a cushion, a sliver-haired man in a black yukata with a rich plum-colored haori, casually draped over his shoulders, turned his attention towards the man who spoke. "What is it, Takeru?" His monotone voice held a tint of coldness.

"We found Yamato knocked out cold in the Master's garden." Takeru said as he looked up.

Chihiro clicked his tongue in annoyance, already knowing who the perpetrator was. "You are dismissed. Also, tell everyone to settle down. There is no need to start an unnecessary commotion just because he is not here." He said and went on to inspect a beautiful designed ivory colored fan which he held by his slender, pale fingers.

"As you wish, Chihiro-sama," Takeru bowed once more and left.

"That baka," Chihiro muttered to himself as he put down the fan and took out his cell phone. Finding the name he was looking for, he pressed the call button.

A few seconds of ringing, and the phone was answered by a cheerful voice. "Hello, Chii-chan! What a pleasant surprise! Did you miss me?"

"Drop that boisterous attitude of yours," Chihiro replied, grimly.

"So mean! I was expecting a sweet 'I miss you'!"

Chihiro scoffed at that. Why did he bother calling this person again? Oh, right, because of that other baka. "Enough chit chat," He said.

"Okay, okay," said the now serious voice from the other end. "What's wrong?"

"Apparently," Chihiro paused for a second. "My beloved baka decided to knock down the representative going to that meeting, and went in his place."

There was a long pause and then, "WHAT?! OH MAN! I BET THE OLD MAN IS BLAMING ME FOR THIS REBELLIOUS STAGE THAT BAKA IS GOING THROUGH! I SHOULD HAVE KEPT QUIET BUT NOOOOO I HAD TO EXAGGERATE MY STORIES ABOUT THEM!"

Holding the phone at arm's length, Chihiro replied in his usual monotone voice, "Unfortunately, I'm the only one blaming you."

"NOOOOOO!" wailed the person in anguish. "The moment I get my hands on that baka I will," he started off about all the things he would do to that person.

Chihiro let out a deep sigh, "Just bring the baka back home already."

"Roger that, Chii-chan!" came the enthusiastic reply and the line went dead.

Kiseki no Sedai - Generation of Miracles
Maibou - a type of sweet
Ganguro - a term used to refer to people with tan skin and bleached hair.
Tsundere - a term used to refer to people who acts the opposite of what they say. (Eg: Aisaga Taiga of ToraDora)
Shinigami - Death God
Sakura - Cherry Blossom
Baka - Idiot
Yukata - an informal type of kimono. (I think -.-)
Haori - A hip- or thigh-length kimono-like jacket.

My first KnB fan fiction. I hope it is up to your expectation. Once again, thanks for reading. Drop in a review or something like that. See you in the next chapter. :)