A/N: Probably, some of you are already wondering how the hell I can type so much new fanfictions when I need to update my older ones. LOL. No need to wonder and ask, I have no answer.

I mean, ideas just pop out of nowhere, it's amazing how I can even type them out. Sometimes, I just wanna shout: "Ugh! Let me update -FF's title-first then I'll type you out! Besides, let me concentrate in my studies first!"

But then it would be like: "Poke. Poke. Poke. Poke. Hey, hey, hey, hey. Type us out, type us out, T-Y-P-E -space U-S -space O-U-T! Poke. Poke. Poke. Poke."

Yeah, that's a short story of LFMH021's Fanfiction writer's story. Yes, I'm weird. No, I don't need to be checked by a doctor, it'll be useless.

By the way, I love, love, love, love, love you, guys!

Thanks for all those who had, have, will read (or maybe reviewed) my other fanfictions. I truly appreciate the effort.

For others, I hope you'll try my other KNB Fanfics. They're not that great, but not that bad either.

Alright, I'll quit the chit-chat and blabbering. (First time making a fanfic with Kuroko as a female, beware of mistakes and OOCness. XD)

Here's the Summary!

Summary: Kill her. She's the last one and they'll finally be free. That's easy for the MiraGen who had already killed many innocents. So why couldn't they seem to slit her throat? She's just Tetsumi Kuroko. Why couldn't they seem to kill her? Was it because she could be a reason for their fate to change? Was she the answer they've been seeking? AU! Fem!KurokoxAkashi/GoM.

"Our Ray of Shine"

CHAPTER ONE:

The sun had risen. It was a great start of the week. The weather was not that cold neither was it too hot, which probably was the reason anyone would kick his alarm clock once it had rung for it definitely was the kind of day you would want to stay in bed, dream that you're living a house filled with either money or food. It was the kind of day you would rather stay in your pajamas without brushing your teeth and roam around the house as if you're drunk and stare on your laptop's monitor.

But reality was tough and everyone painstakingly stood up as his alarm clock rung wildly beside his ear.

Everyone except five certain individuals, who were still lying under each bed's covers and sleeping loudly as if it was just the middle of the night.

"OW!" A dark bluenette growled as a foot kicked his face. "Who the heck-Ugh, Kise! Ugh, stinks." He grunted and kicked his roommate's face as revenge.

"Gaaaah! Ouch!" A golden-head grumbled as he opened his eyes and pulled the other's hair. "Aominecchi, how dare you?!"

"Ow, ow, ow, ow, damn it, Kise, stop pulling my hair!" Aomine Daiki, the dark bluenette of the group cursed and started pulling his roommate's hair.

"Gaaaah, ouch, ouch, Aominecchi! Ouch!!!" Kise Ryouta, the model-looking blonde of the five, cried and stopped pulling the dark-head's hair. "I'll stop, so stop it too!"

In the count of three, both men released each other's hair and fell again onto their king-size bed in synchronization. "Ugh, it's morning already?" Aomine complained and punched the alarm clock at their bed's side table.

"Yeah, annoying, right, ssu?" Kise agreed and threw one of their four pillows against the wall to his right.

In another room...

A loud thud shocked a certain green-head, which also woke him up from his deep slumber. He removed his sleeping mask, grabbed his glasses before putting them on. After doing so, he sat up and searched for the source of the loud noise.

He blinked twice upon seeing his violet-head roommate lying face-first on the floor. The latter was still asleep, he was also sucking his right hand's thumb as if it was a pacifier as he mumbled, "Pocky, pocky, pocky~"

All the former could do was sigh, and knowing he couldn't go back to sleep anymore-he then went down from their bed and poked the violet-head's sides. "Hey, Murasakibara, it's already morning. It's time to wake up, nanodayo."

The other blinked. "...Nnn....nanodayo?" Murasakibara Atsushi, the violet-head titan of the group, murmured, looked up at the other and smiled idiotically. "Ah, morning, carrot-chin."

"I'm not a carrot!" Midorima Shintarou, the only bespectacled green-head of the five, protested and sighed once again. "I'm Midorima, you idiot, nanodayo. It's time to wake up."

Murasakibara sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Already?"

"Yeah, already, nanodayo."

The violet-head pouted. "Aw~"

In the third room.

It was already empty...?

Oh right, the owner of the biggest room of the mansion was no other than Akashi Seijuuro, the red-head hetero-chromatic eyed leader of the group; and he had already risen right after hearing the loud growls of two certain guys from the bedroom to his right, and the loud noise that came from the room to his left. And, after taking a short shower, he had made the first move to go downstairs and open the windows and curtains all around the house for they could never run away from the reality.

They could never run away from the truth that they were bound to wake up today as well.

~LFMH021~

"We really ought to stop eating pancakes everyday, it'll be the death of us." Midorima commented as he sliced the pancake placed on his plate into two to eat chew and digest it easier.

Kise massacred his as he glared at it. "I know, right? I mean, we're living in a freaking big mansion with four bedrooms."

"We sleep on king-sized beds." Aomine added.

"We use chandeliers as either our light or electric fans." Kise agreed.

"The whole mansion is air-conditionerized. If that's even a word."

"The walls are painted with amazing wall-paintings."

"The doors have golden doorknobs."

"This mansion is three-storey high."

"Each floor has two bathrooms, which is six in all-- the bathrooms in the rooms not included there yet. Hey, I just did Math there!"

"We're like kings in this mansion, ssu!" Kise shouted and stabbed his pancake in its' middle-part. "But we eat pancakes every morning."

"Eat tofu soup every lunch." Aomine grunted.

"And bread with coffee or any beverage in the evening, ssu." The golden-head finished as he sighed.

A knife passed through between Kise's face and his plate before it hit the small space between his plate and Midorima's.

Another did with Aomine.

And there was no reason to question who threw these dangerous things and almost killed them if ever he missed: Akashi Seijuuro.

The said guy spread some butter and maple syrup on his own pancake before stabbing it, sliced it into two equal halves and ate the one on the right for no apparent reason. He smirked before swallowing and facing the two. "Are you complaining with the dishes I'm cooking?"

"W-Well, n-no, of course not...Uh, we...uh..." Kise stammered, stood up from his seat and hid behind Midorima. "Gaaaaaah! I'm sorry, Akashicchi!"

The red-head nodded before turning towards a shivering bluenette. "And you, Daiki?"

Shuddering in fear of his life, all Aomine could do was shake his head and clasped his hands together as he begged, "I was kidding! Damn it, Akashi, I was kidding. Spare me."

Murasakibara, as usual, finished their breakfast first and to satisfy his craving, grabbed a pack of potato chips, opened it and began to consume its' contents in an incredible speed. "It's not like we wanted to spend our daily lives like this."

"No one among us learned how to cook." Midorima murmured and finished his, as well.

"No one among us can eat outside often especially with our work of expertise." Akashi mumbled and abandoned his spoon and fork on top of his plate. "I've lost my appetite."

Kise, after going back on his seat, played with the maple syrup and drew symbols on his plate. "It was such a disgusting sight."

Without snapping his head, Midorima scolded, "Kise."

But the blonde pretended he didn't hear anything and continued on scribbling on his own plate. "I can still smell the fresh blood on my hands. I can still hear their cries and pleas before we killed them. I can still see the tears that trickled down their eyes as they see the knives we held. I can still feel the way I killed the infant, whom the woman held dearly in her arms. I-"

Knowing he couldn't stop the blonde, the green-head shut up and stared at the glass of water infront of him.

"Do you still remember the kid we killed a month ago? The kid who possessed such honest emerald eyes. Eyes that would never be seen by anyone again. I feel disgusted at myself." Kise murmured and covered his face with his hands. "I still smell blood. I feel so disgusted."

"Ryouta, quit it." It was Akashi, himself, who had spoken the words of command, but he was too late. The blonde had fallen into his regret state. The state wherein he becomes hysterical once realizing what he had done once again. It usually happened a week after they completed a mission. Sometimes, he would recover easily, but this is the kind of time he couldn't.

Kise was about to start again when a foot stepped into his own, which brought back light in his eyes. He screamed in pain before kicking whoever stepped on him. "That hurt, ssu!"

"You kicked me too, you dumbass! How dare you complain?!" Aomine complained and kicked Kise's leg as well. "Besides, it was your fault in the first place. You turned into the other Kise without warning."

The blonde blinked. Guilt slowly enveloping his aura. "I did...? I'm sorry..."

Sensing the change of atmosphere, Murasakibara spoke the words you would rarely hear from him. "We only need to kill a thousand people. We'll still be free. Right~?"

He received a small smile from his seatmate, Midorima, who was preparing his lucky item for today: A Bikini Set. It amazed the others how unashamed he was with the unusual lucky items he needed to have at times. "Yes, we can still be free."

Right after saying these six words, the special Television placed infront of the dining table suddenly turned on-revealing the face of their 'manager,' Shuzo Nijimura. A black-haired guy, whom you can say the wisest and sharpest among them all.

The said guy smirked before scanning the five's surroundings. "Looks like your end's pretty good. No trouble there?"

Akashi sneaked a glance outside the window, blinked, and turned back towards Nijimura. "Everything's fine in our end."

The other nodded before taking a deep breath. "Tetsumi Kuroko."

Silence.

He received silence from the group.

"Tetsumi Kuroko." He repeated, still serious.

Aomine raised an eyebrow, obviously confused. "Wait, what?"

Nijimura blinked and echoed his previous words, "Tetsumi Kuroko."

"Damn this shit, I heard you the first time!" Aomine growled. "I mean-- what of that name? Not like it's a name we know."

The dark-head scratched his head. "She's the last one."

"Huh?"

"She's the last one."

Midorima frowned. "Can you please stop speaking with phrases? We're not fortune teller who can predict what you really mean through abstract phrases, nanodayo."

Nijimura laughed before nodding. "Oh. Alright, alright. I'm so sorry if I'm all over the place." He apologized and after taking few more deep breaths, became serious again. "Tetsumi Kuroko, she'll be your thousandth target. Remember the deal we made when this group was formed?"

"Kill thousand people we assign you to kill..." Kise started.

"...And you'll be all free." Akashi finished.

Nijimura nodded before presenting the most current picture he had with the target on the screen. He virtually dragged it towards the lower left of the monitor before explaining. "She's the daughter of two most well-known people in Japan. Her mother is a world-class actress while his father is a well-known, honest politician. A client called Mr. Eiji, our Mastermind, yesterday and wanted her dead. It was said that she's going to be targeted by a lot of people tomorrow at her celebration."

"Celebration?" Murasakibara echoed and opened a new pack of potato chips.

The dark-head shrugged. "I don't have an idea on what kind of celebration it is. She's your last target and your only opportunity is tomorrow at the Kuroko's Mansion. She would be there all day. It's up to you how, where and when you'll kill her. Kill her, secure that no one would know and leave no traces. This is the last one and you'll be free to do whatever you want. After this, there would no more chains to bound you. But remember, no refunds, no exchange, no returns. The target is the target. Fail and you'll be chained forever. You're the well-known yet never seen Generation of Miracles, a secret teenage assassination group. Show what you got and show them another miracle."

"Understood." They said in synchronization and right after replying this, the special inter-communication ended and the television switched into a Cartoon Network with the show:

"Jake, what time is it?"

"Adventure Time!"

She's the last one.

Kill her.

All we need to do is kill her.

And then we'll be free.

All free.

To gain happiness, you need to make sacrifices.

To attain your desires, you need to keep secrets.

To attain victory, you need to be sharp and wise.

There's only one rule: Never get caught.

~LFMH021~

The room was silent, but it didn't mean that the two men had already fallen asleep. In the contrary, when it's this silent-it meant both were still wide awake.

"Aominecchi..." Kise called out to his roommate. "You awake?"

The bluenette nodded. He was facing the opposite direction while Kise stared on the ceiling he couldn't even see. "Yeah, wide awake. Why?"

"I cannot sleep."

"That's pretty obvious, dumbass."

Without looking, Aomine was sure that Kise just smiled. "Aominecchi, you meanie."The latter mumbled before covering his eyes with his arm. "I'm nervous, ssu."

"Hah?! We already killed nine hundred ninety-nine people and you're freaking nervous over killing a single girl? Want me to kill you?" He gasped.

That earned him a bemused chuckle. "She's the last one."

"She is." Aomine sighed. He was feeling the pressure too; it was their last kill but one mistake could take all their freedom away. He was the all-arounder and he contributed a lot in their assassinations, but sometimes, his hands still shivered as he pointed the gun at someone's heart.

"Can we really do it?" Kise whispered, his voice cracking.

This was the time when the bluenette rolled to his other side and made Kise face him. They stared at each other's eyes. Slowly, tears poured down onto Kise's pillow as he began to cry.

"Idiot." Aomine mumbled before placing the blonde's face against his chest. "You're such an idiot." He repeated, yet decided to stroke the blonde's hair anyway because this is the kind of time when Kise's cheerful smiles crumble and break into pieces to reveal what he truly felt.

You fake smiles to pretend you're alright.

You play tough to hide your weakness.

You need to know how to roll a ball under your two feet because that's how the world revolves. You can never predict it, but you hold your destiny, you're the one controlling it.

~LFMH021~

Murasakibara rolled to his right, which made him fall towards the floor again for the second time within this day. Thankfully, he got awake with the impact. Sitting down, he rubbed his eyes and blinked upon finding his roommate, Midorima, taping his left hand's fingers. "Again~?" He mumbled.

The latter looked over his shoulder before resuming on his work. "Tomorrow's a special case."

"Then, that also means this is the last case you'll be taping your left hand's fingers?" The violet-head queried and went back to bed.

The green-head nodded and flexed his fingers to make sure he could still use them as if the tapings didn't bother his movements anyway. "I'm all set." He mumbled and glanced at his roommate. "And you, Murasakibara?"

The said guy threw himself backward onto their bed and answered, "I dunno~ I just wanna be free from this work~ I just wanna be free, but I have no real idea why~"

"Then you're all set for tomorrow's mission?"

The violet-head shrugged. "Not like I need to get ready. I'm fine the way I am~" He replied and went back to sleep.

Midorima stared at his roommate for a little while before turning off the lampshade and going back to bed. He stared at the ceiling for a minute before removing his glasses, placed them on the bed's side table, put on his sleeping mask and fully fell into deep slumber.

You just need to pull the trigger. Lock the target, and kill.

Hesitate and you're dead.

If you do your best, surely, God will do the rest.

~LFMH021~

Among the four bedrooms, a certain red-head's room's lights were still on. When you enter it, you would realize he was not even on his bed yet. He was there on the study table, sets of books, papers and blueprints all around his table as he scribbled data on his notebook.

He was already wearing his pajamas, but his eyes didn't portray a single hint of exhaustion, perhaps that's why he decided to make some strategy and study some things first.

He was their leader, the Generation of Miracles'' leader, he couldn't fathom a single lost. He must never make a single mistake. Every second that ticked was important. Every single detail meant a lot.

That was why he should become stronger, smarter, sharper and wiser.

He should never let emotions rule him.

Open your heart and that'll become your weakness.

Doubt everyone. Never trust anyone, it'll make your life longer.

This world is not filled with the answers: Yes and No all the time. You have to think over" Ifs, Maybes, and Perhaps too.

A single moment could kill you. Beware.

~LFMH021~

Pretending to fix their handcuffs, the five looked around and tried to spot their last target, but she was nowhere to be found.

They successfully infiltrated the Kuroko's Mansion by waiting for the hired butlers to exit through the backdoor, the only exit with no CCTV. They hand-chopped each's neck, made them naked and put on the butler clothes they stole. They did all of these with disposable, unnoticeable handgloves, which they also hid behind white gloves butlers and waiters usually used.

"Excuse me." A mid-thirties lady called out from behind them.

The five turned and approached the large crowd with trays of champagnes with sleeping pills and gave each one flute. Some sipped and hummed in satisfaction. "Great taste."

Midorima bowed. "Thank you. It's a pleasure to know it suited your taste."

"You five look so professional. How dazzling~" Another woman commented.

"If we're dazzling, then you, ladies are gorgeous and you, dear gentlemen are definitely worth raising the cup with." Akashi responded, a small smile on his lips.

The crowd, and almost everyone who was already gathered in the main celebration hall of the mansion, sipped their glass of champagne once again.

Kise smirked and approached the youngest woman he found on the crowd before dragging her into a corner.

Serving new guests their own set of champagne, the blonde returned after about five minutes towards the group. A dazed lady approached back towards her own peers.

Kise wiped his lips. "Tastes like clay." He spat. "Anyway, I got the information where out dear target is."

"Where is she?" Aomine mumbled through the small microphone clamped on the collar of his polo, and beastly offered new guests -especially women-their snacks and own glasses of wine. He was careful not to drop the wireless earphone, a device wherein he could use to hear the others' conversation and answers, on the ground.

Midorima served an old couple before turning away and murmuring, "The celebration will start after ten minutes."

Kise turned around as well to get new glasses of wine before unnoticeably placing sleeping pills on each. "She's on the farthest room on the third floor of this manor. She possessed teal-colored hair and eyes. She wore a blue dress with rose's ruffles around her waist."

"Got that. The guests are starting to become quite dazed. We'll abandon this place and start our mission in the count of three." The red-head commanded.

"One." Aomine started.

"Two." Murasakibara followed.

"Three." Akashi finished and the five disappeared as fast as they appeared.

After abandoning the trays on the tables, the group hastily ran upstairs and avoided or attacked every guard that stood or was in their way. Without further ado, they all arrived in the third floor in no time. They had knocked out about twenty guards on the hallways and stairs, and found only five here.

Midorima grabbed a vase glass from the table beside him before throwing it up. After few seconds, it hit the farthest guard's head bull's eye.

Aomine clenched his hands into fists before making one of the guards fly twenty meters away.

Murasakibara stood before one, grabbed the guard's hair and threw him away.

The guard before Kise dropped his weapon and made the stance one would do in karate. Blinking, the blonde also did this stance. The former started attacking him as he dodged. After he dodged, the guard backed away-that was when he applied the attacks he saw, copied them and used them against the guard before him. A total knock out.

While a single glare was enough for Akashi for the guard had knelt in no time after seeing his terrifying eyes.

They walked the hallway carelessly and kicked the farthest room's door. 'Ah, it's open." Aomine exclaimed.

They entered it and found no one inside.

It was surely a girl's room, especially with that smell of perfumes. The room was spacious. A queen-sized bed on the right corner, two bed's side tables, two lampshades, two closets, a study table, a mirror, and a table for her accessories. The walls were painted sky blue while the ceilings were painted light red.

Somehow, entering this room soothed their soul.

"W-Where is she?!" Aomine growled and looked even under her bed.

"She's not here!" Kise added.

"Maybe she found out about us and ran~?" Murasakibara offered.

"She cannot know that easily." Midorima disagreed.

Akashi blinked and looked around. He found an Iphone on top of the table and picked it up. "It's even an Iphone. Why would anyone leave it out here?"

"Her shoes are still here too." Kise mumbled and pointed two pointed pink dolly-looking, glittery shoes beside the bed.

"Stop touching my stuff without permission." A voice reprimanded.

The five turned, but found no one.

"Who are you guys anyway?" It said again.

They looked around and still found no one.

"G-Ghost?" Aomine mumbled in fright, his hands shaking.

Suddenly, they saw a dress making a spinning movement. They stared at the cute sway of its' skirt before slowly raising their head.

Their eyes landed on two teal ones.

"Hello." A girl with teal hair, shoulder length, and eyes, round and clear, greeted.

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Kise and Aomine screamed and hugged each other tightly.

Midorima blinked and backed away, his glasses' lens cracked.

Murasakibara rubbed his eyes in disbelief. "N-No way~" He mumbled.

Akashi just wide-eyed stared at the girl. "Wha..." He began but trailed off.

They stared at her.

She stared at them.

It was a staring contest for about two minutes.

"S-Since when were you there?" The red-head breathed.

The girl blinked. "I was sitting at the chair beside the door since you came in."

'No way!" Kise exclaimed.

"Yes, I am not lying."

"No way!" The blonde repeated.

The girl raised her head. "You're annoying, let me punch you."

'Waaah! So violent."

"Who are you?" Akashi murmured and slowly approached the girl now.

The latter blinked again before turning to Akashi.. "I'm Tetsumi Kuroko." She introduced causally and sat on her seat again as the five began to approach her more and more. "How about you guys? Who are you and what are you doing here?"

The five surrounded her before Akashi replied to her question. "We're the Generation of Miracles, a group of assassins. And today, we're assigned to kill you."

Usually, the target would cry or scream now.

It was actually annoying for them, but they were used to it.

Who wouldn't be afraid if a gun was pointed right at her head, right?

But even if Akashi was pointing his gun right at her heart, all she did was surprise them.

Surprise them how?

She glanced at the gun, looked up and smiled a little. "Kill me then."

A/N: I don't really have an idea where this came from.

The summary was always messing with my head, but as I faced my laptop and wrote Chapter One, I couldn't seem to continue it. Yes, well, it's done, the chapter one, it is...but I feel like it's not good enough, but I cannot what's missing.

I'm not good with genderbent, so I beg your pardon.

Reviews are appreciated! Thanks!

I hope you enjoyed it!