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I had 1/3 of the chapter already written out when I posted chapter one... And I’m taking my time writing it... But, er, here’s a bit of it. Unbeta’d and probably will be changed/altered before I post the real thing though!

Yukigo no Kuroko: The Shadow Stagehand That the Snow Stagehand Plays (7695 words) by MsSuzuYuki Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke | Kuroko's Basketball Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kuroko Tetsuya/Ogiwara Shigehiro Characters: Kuroko Tetsuya, Kuroko Tetsuya's Grandmother, Ogiwara Shigehiro, Nijimura Shuuzou, Kiseki no Sedai | Generation of Miracles, Seirin High (Characters) Additional Tags: Self-Insert, SI!OC, SI!Kuroko, fem!Kuroko - Freeform, Self Insert into Kuroko, female Kuroko - Freeform, Final Pairing: Ogiwara/Kuroko (subject to change?), Starts from Childhood, Teiko arc, Family!Seirin (later - MAYBE), Sudden Body Transfer?, Substantially Rich Kuroko, Warning in First Chapter, Mild Language, lots of introspection, exploration of character, POV First Person Series: Part 1 of Yukigo no Kuroko Summary:

A/N: This was originally a Nana-bash fic, then I made her likeable but powerless.

Tags: Sawada Nana-centric, thoughts, no dialogue, reflection, mentions of R27.

Cross Posted on AO3 and FF.net.

Sawada Nana was not someone you could call a bad mother: she cared deeply for her only child, looked after him, fed him, worried about and encouraged him. However, just because she wasn't a bad mother didn't automatically make her a good mother either. She was always a little too ditzy, a little too careless with her words, and she hadn't quite taught her son a thing that'd be useful in life. In fact, her care had left her son being coddled - it did nothing for the bullies, the taunting, the lacking father figure in his life - instead of growing into his own person.

She understood this well; she wasn't quite as oblivious as she acted, after all. She had tried her best to raise Tsuna with the most careful of hands as possible. But she hadn't known what to do to help since Tsuna was five years old; that was where it all started from.

Unbeknownst to her, a part of Tsunayoshi's development had been stunted when he was about five, and it quite literally happened overnight. She didn't know what to do at the time, they were hosting her husband's boss and her husband had finally come home again. It was always a little suspicious to her that Tsuna might have been hurt by the men - even if they were her husband, and maybe especially because it was her husband's boss (the boss that Iemitsu dropped everything, even his wife, for; and if there was a little resentment, she felt it was justified) - so she had taken him to the doctors the moment they left.

They couldn't find anything, just that perhaps Tsuna had developed autism. So she did as they told her to do, it hadn't helped.

But she knew her Tsuna, she knew, that something wasn't right. It wasn't autism - or, well, it was not just autism - there was something inherently not there from her baby boy anymore. Something only she could see, apparently, and that was most frustrating when a doctor told her she was wrong.

But, she had nothing to prove that they may have done anything, and while suspicious, even if it was true she couldn't even pursue that avenue without some evidence (later, when Reborn had been the one to sit her down and explain to her what happened, she wanted to scream, destroy something, call her husband and give death threats - it was still Reborn that gave her the truth of why he was there, and how he could help Tsuna. She had no choice but to accept. And she hadn't regretted it to this day).

That's why she would always be grateful to Reborn. In some ways, Tsunayoshi was more Reborn's son than hers or Iemitsu's, no matter the fact they were his birth parents. It was Reborn's ideals, knowledge and protection that had been crafted upon Tsunayoshi's person - not hers, and certainly not Iemitsu's. She had tried, and perhaps the only thing she could claim to have imparted on Tsuna was kindness; but even that didn't help him when he was broken by bullying (and don't give her that look, she's done all a lone mother can to at least protect her son, not that the teachers seem to think anything of it. Nana knew that bullying was only truly prosperous if the enforcers themselves did it, or ignored it, placing blame on the student as if they had asked for it, instead of taking responsibility for being lousy educators. She had complained, still did, and all that got her was 'sorry, we can't do shit', and her being a seemingly single - she felt it at least - mother was apparently a sign that she was delusional, immoral or stupid. It was only her 'airheadedness' that gave her some leeway around these parts).

When she had first met Reborn, she had been wary beneath her sometimes-forced and sometimes-not airheaded persona. Even after all his explanations, and she knew Reborn knew (and maybe respected her for it), Nana had always held a sharp eye on the goings in her household, akin to a lioness and her cub. The reason she was usually in the kitchen more than ever wasn't so that she was out of the way but so that she had access to her knives at a moments notice. And if she went to Tsuna's friend's, Takeshi-kun's, father for some tips when he looked to be starting kendou, well, it was in the name to protect her family.

And wasn't that a surprise? Tsuna finally had friends, and all thanks to a Baby-Man hitman. Her regret couldn't get more profound since some of those friends were from Namimori, the same people who ignored or outright harassed her son. If any of them were some of Tsuna's worst offenders there would have been a bloodbath, and nothing would get in her way - as it was, Takeshi-kun barely scraped past, Kyoya-kun was a good protector, and Ryohei-kun would only do good things for her son's confidence (or scar him, but in a positive way, in her opinion). She didn't particularly approve of Kyoko, either, sweet girl that she was, she reminded her too much of herself in all her flaws and strengths. She would have to say many of the females around her son weren't good for her son, Muira Haru had the right tenacity and will but was only responding to his kindness, Bianchi was too old for her Tsuna, I-Pin-chan and Yuni-chan was much too young, and Chrome-chan was in love with another. It was good, then, that none of them were Tsuna's significant other; her son had chosen his own Tutor for that special crevice in his heart (and the manga-esque flame of purity between the relationship of teacher and student was perfect, in her opinion).

Thinking of Reborn, now, always brought a smile to her face though; for ten years, he had helped shaped her son to be a man, and at first along with the danger there was always a desolate, inherent loneliness draped over his person. As time passed, and Tsuna passed his trials to be a mafia boss - she was glad he had chosen to at least try to change it, and romanticism aside, she just wanted him feel as important as he truly was - Reborn had slowly, almost imperceptibly, grown closer to Tsuna than he had ever intended for anyone. She was looking forward to the day Tsuna would utterly catch him off guard and woo him straight forwardly, she had seen the way Tsuna's gaze would always wander towards Reborn. More so ever since Reborn's curse was broken and he had returned to his original body.

It was a matter of time, she would know, it was Mother's Intuition, and mother always knows best.

So, while she knew she was a terrible mother, she was glad she had Tsunayoshi. Because, he had been someone to fill a hole in Reborn's life. It was all she could have wished for in a son.

Here’s something I started in April, and have not really planned at all. I have an idea of what I want to do, but it’s not a priority right now. Here’s the initial confusion from being reincarnated.

Title: Fleeting Violet Eyes

Summary: Being thrust into the arms of Yoruichi’s whims wasn’t what I had in mind when I first woke up to find myself in Soul Society. Well, at least Kisuke’s in this with me, right? Right. [OC/Self Insert.]

Warnings: Coarse Language (I don’t like to think I swear too much, but after writing some of this, it seems I do; not even creative swears at that LOL), OC/Self Insert, eventual OC/Kisuke (may or may not be one sided)

Helpful Information: Although it’s not stated in canon, I believe that Kisuke’s generation is younger than Hirako’s. In order of eldest to youngest (for possible characters to appear): Hirako, Aizen, Kaien, Tessai, Yoruichi/Kuukaku, Kisuke, Lisa, Hiyori, Tousen, Gin.

Inspired by: Dual Pendulums by StrangerInAStrangeWorld (AO3), and Vixen Tail's SI!OC Fics (fanfiction.net/AO3).

Chapter One Excerpt #1

There were just some things in the world that were meant to be taken on a purely theoretical level: time travel, human cloning and artificial emotional intelligence, to name a few. I had never really considered things beyond that level, at any rate; they were all vaguely impossible, if not borderline science fiction - that is to say,absurd. But, still, they were equal parts fascinating as they were unsettling.

I guess, you could say, that was the main appeal of fan fiction for me - no matter how much some of my ‘purist’ (cue obligatory eye roll here) friends thought otherwise - it was mostly the appeal of reading others’ takes of characters that I loved. Theories of how some particular canon universe worked, reflecting on others’ headcanons, and of appreciating characters I might have once hated before but gave another chance once they were fleshed out. Especially when it came to some shounen manga (or anime, depending) characters - let me tell you, no matter how much action you shoehorn into that, I am there for the characters and if they piss me off, I am a stretch away from discarding the manga from my brain forever. Who cares what happens, after all, if the protagonist had no compelling aspect to their character?

Hell, with fan fiction, I’m not afraid to admit that I learned more about tolerance, morality and the human condition through it than I did at high school -- I went to a Catholic school and that place was at least waist deep about all three -- but I also immersed myself with more fiction than actual fact, too. It was interesting, though, world building or expanding, and adding another scope of reasoning to an established universe.

That, though, didn't really help me much in my early twenties.

Later, when I went to University, I found out how unprepared I was for the ‘big’ world out there. I was sheltered before: I only knew of a small but diverse community of people, barely threaded by the common thread known as school. I guess, really, it was more of a reluctance to make time for others than anything else. I was never a social butterfly, but I did have a group of friends with common interests; I was lucky to not have the typical peer-pressure aspects in my youth. Outwardly, if you had asked me, I would have blamed my parents for letting me be an only child and spoiling me - inwardly, though, I’d admit to myself that I cringe whenever I was with anyone I’d call a friend because I always felt like I was continually being obnoxious, mostly deadpan, sarcastic and joy-killing. And while, at the time, I wouldn’t think so, after - once I could retract into myself again - it made me crawl into some form of self loathing for being so utterly negative all the time.

Ah, and I monologue and over think to myself way too much; like right now -- I’ve missed the point of what I wanted to say because, if I didn’t, I would be freaking out right now.

Oh, wait, I am freaking out right now.

Because, in front of me is Soul fucking Society. It was quite disorientating, really, to suddenly just take in information of the world around you; like you were waking up for the first time and every moment before now was a haze of nondescript shapes, flashes and colour. I was in some kind of stretched alleyway between several Japanese-styled houses, the walls were lined with many small, individual houses that looked old but not in poor condition. Several people - souls? - were going about their day, content to ignore me. If I had to guess, I would say I had lucked out and ended up in one of the lower number districts of Rukongai. Deciding I was relatively safe for now, I finally took in my appearance by glancing at a puddle of water on the dirt floor.

I was wearing slightly a worn, plain purple yukata with a fading crimson obi and accompanied by a traditional pair of geta. My hair was back to its original natural black, though I distinctly remembering to have died it a dark purple when I was still alive, and my bangs were a messy chop in a poor-man’s hime cut. My eyes were a vivid purple - definitely not my normal brown - and shaped similarly to Rukia’s eyes, minus the constant angry-looking tick of her eye brows. I still seemed to be of my unimpressionable height of one hundred and fifty three centimetres (but still three inches taller than Rukia, so I counted that as a win), as well. And, hey, look at that, I’ve lost the weight I’ve always wanted to lose since forever, now, at last. Let it not be said that I’m ungrateful about that, at least.

But, yes, that means I’m dead. How? Well, who knows? Probably a car crash, most likely. There's some fuzzy blankness whenever I think of my last moments, along with a dull ache all over my torso. I'm guessing a common, accidental (or incidental?) kind of death since I wasn’t what you would call ‘cool’ or ‘bad-ass’ (and just thinking those words make me wince, yeash) and the most I did in my days was summed up with internet, classes, eat, sleep and sometimes hitting the gym. On the bright side, if I didn't feel a tinge of hunger anytime soon that means I’d be cannon fodder and would just have to try to live a normal life as a spirit, maybe die and be reborn as a human in this world with no memories of my first life (I use first here liberally, more exactly it’s the first life that I can remember). And if I had some possibility of having enough reiatsu to be somewhat useful? I guess I could attend Shin’ou Academy and interfere with the timeline - or not, I don't want mess with what had worked - but I'd think about that later.

In any case, my panicking seemed to be affecting some of the people around me (some had been oddly still for a while) and working myself up over this development didn't seem like the best idea at the moment. I let myself take a heavy breath of air - and strangely enough I could still feel a sensation akin to a heartbeat, but with a heavier buzz to it - and cautiously employed a deep breathing exercise.

My breath came out uneasy.

It took another minute before I seemed to at least have calmed down enough to not affect others. Some sheepish guilt settled into me for causing trouble for strangers, several of which turned to me in irritation (after recovering) before huffing and stomping away. I gave some of the people who looked my way an apologetic bow and swiftly moved (ran) out of the alleyway, drinking in my surroundings while my thoughts raced a mile a minute.

I wasn't sure where I was but, at the very least, it didn't seem that Rukongai was on a code red (pro), but it always seemed stuck in the same time period so I had no idea when I was (con). On the plus side, I knew I was in one of the four First Districts, the big Seireitei gate was quite the giveaway for that. So, I was somewhere small on lawlessness, and seemed to be in its marketing sector; if I squinted, I could see the signs of a forested area further south. Maybe it was a residential area, didn't Hitsugaya and Momo live in one of the first districts? Hm, food for thought.

Deciding to do some exploring - best start familiarising myself with the neighbourhood (yes, I'm treating this like a moving-out occasion, mental association and all that) - I let my legs trail the dirt road to find some kind-looking stranger to ask for help. Since this was a low district, there probably was some working system going on rather than a haphazard town that allowed people to claim their own haunts like in the 78th District that Rukia came from. I also was pretty sure there was at least some money system in place considering there were markets, and since I no longer had anyone to rely on when it came to work, rent or money, I better get that sorted first.

Basically, I was a jobless, homeless bum, and had little to nothing to work with.

Hopefully, though, I'd find some job - even if it's low paying - to start some savings if I wanted to join the Academy. I know Rukia and Renji had travelled from their beat-up district to the Academy, but I wasn't sure how they did it. Well, it'd be a learning experience, as I often would tell myself in my past life.

I let my feet drag me around the market area, head turning left and right every so often to take in a new building, sound or smell. It was like being back in Kyoto, given without electricity, and just...beautiful. It wasn't blooming in flowers, no, but for what it was, it was calm, inviting and very much lived in.

It's what many would call a safe neighbourhood, a middle class suburban area.

(I didn't want to know what the 80th district looked like.)

The whole district was populated, with both houses and businesses so close together that, from a distance, they looked like a uniform wall.