Adventures. Lucky days. Heart rate. Ascending.
Light and Dark. Encounters. Life. Mutual love.
{ Burning heart of love, crossing a thousand dreams.
Running as you please, gripping the world in your hand.
The clouds disperse, the sun sets again . . .
A one-person parade begins to move. }
It's one of those rare days where he just lays on the grass and stares at the sky. Normally, he's active; always doing something even when no one notices that he's doing those things. Today, however . . . He does nothing.
That doesn't change that he still goes unnoticed. It's fine, he honestly thinks to himself. It's really nice sometimes, to go unnoticed, to be behind the scenes. His shadow, ever-growing large because of Kagami, is at peace with its position under the brightening light. Especially now that things with his former teammates are better. Not perfect. Never perfect, but on its way to being just fine.
They're a little uncooperative, and he's fixing things mostly alone, but it's been like that for a long time so he's used to it. It's not true what they say, he thinks, about one-person parades not working; all anyone needs is the bright colors and the passion. Kuroko has both of those things now. It could only go up from there. He would become a one-person parade that would never stop functioning, moving, and improving.
Improving. Kuroko smiles. ( He can even shoot now. )
A shadow can't stand alone, but maybe he isn't just a shadow anymore. He might have his own glimmer of dusky light. Credit was given where credit was due, and there was one person that he couldn't stop thinking about. Was it possible that it was thanks to another source of illumination that he was slowly nurturing his own? It started . . . It started with Kagami. Dim. Weak. A bit broken, really. Scared, but determined. ( It was almost nonexistent then. )
No. That was the aftermath. It really started with . . . Aomine. However, that was when he officially became a shadow. Invisible shackles had been put on him then, but he still followed his light – that fierce, burning will to cross a thousand worlds, reaching for a thousand dreams. Because of Aomine, he could run where he wanted. He could grab the world in his hands and hold it. ( Except not really. )
. . . All of those things that Kuroko could do were a shade of the real deal, in reality. Aomine was the one who could run where he wanted – was the one who could tightly grasp the world in his hands. ( And crush it. )
Crush the world. Crush his world. The sun set on the Generation of Miracles after the rose-tinting clouds of Teikō dispersed. Kuroko and his one-person parade had begun to move. Kuroko closed his eyes.
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P . A . R . A . D . E
Hi. This could technically be considered a string of drabbles, and they're not going to be in chronological order. The stanza of lyrics at the beginning is from the song パレード ( Parade ) by the Japanese folk rock band CHABA. The song was also featured as the 12th ending theme to Naruto. It's been one of my favorite songs for a long time, but it wasn't until earlier this week that I thought the string of words could be drabble/story prompts. Seeing as I've been having a bit of a writer's block lately, I thought this would be good for me.
If you're interested in more stories I have planned for the future, head over to my profile and click the link labeled 'Future Story Ideas!'.
Reviews are always appreciated.