- Yaho, everybody! This is my first KnB fanfic in my life and I'm proud to be here with you guys! Warning: I'm starting to think that Chapter 1 is not necessarily (sorry if I spelled it wrong) important to read since its just a meeting of all the different characters. You could read it if you want for a bit of humor, but you might as well start from Chappie 2. Peace, I said too much. Enjoy!- Added on Apr 19, 2014
Chapter 1: Wary of You
"Hey Kuroko, wake up. Sleepyhead, you're going to be late for school again," Aomine Daiki said drowsily as he was busy adjusting his tie in the mirror.
He glanced at his friend still sleeping in an endless dream and he shook his head. "I can't believe this little fella. I gotta do all the work for him, don't I?"
Aomine crawled on the pure white and blue silk bed and rocked the small figure underneath the covers. "I said wake up," he repeated softly, "or else I'm going to leave you here."
There was no response until Kuroko shifted his posture and pulled his plump basketball designed pillow over his head again. "One… more minute… ngh…," he mumbled.
Aomine scratched his dark blue hair and sighed. (Well, there's only one way to solve this dilemma, he thought to himself evilly like he was mad genius). He took out his cell phone that matched his hair color and dialed a recently called number.
"Oi, Kuroko!," shouted an irritated voice over the phone that sounded awfully familiar. "DAHO, I'm talking to you! Wake up right now or I'll make you do triple times the training… with the whole Seirin team!," Hyuga concluded.
With that, Kuroko Tetsuya flew out of bed and ran into the shower room and slammed the door behind him furiously. There was a slight expression of fear on his face.
Aomine laughed happily. "Thanks a lot, Junpei-san, that really did the trick, ha ha!"
There was an awkward silence, meaning that Aomine should probably hang up before Hyuga Junpei has an unexpected outrage. Aomine bent down to put on his shoes and school bag. "I've got another game today. Hmph, I needn't worry. After all-" He cracked his neck cockily-"The only one who can beat me is me." And he left the building alone, leaving Kuroko to fend for himself if he reached 1st period late.
His foot was tapping impatiently at the ground, unaware of how much pain it had suffered already in previous experiences. "Where is he? Hyuga's gonna kill us!"
"You're right, Kagami. Coach forced us to do double training yesterday due to the game against Seishinkan; imagine the thought of triple time!" Koganei Shinji (a.k.a Cat Lips) cried.
Hyuga shot a three-pointer and turned around to face him. "Koga, I was just playing around. Something happened to Kuroko and I just had to say that to bribe him. Hey Coach, how's the training schedule going?"
Aida Riko, the Seirin High-school basketball team's coach was flicking her wrist with hypersonic speed across a large white sheet of paper. "Done!" she announced proudly as she rested her black marker down. She walked over to the wall with free space and pasted the paper on there neatly. Coach took a deep breath and blew her whistle.
"Gather 'round!" and everyone halted what they were doing and came together. "This is the training menu you guys asked for. What do you think?"
The whole team sulked miserably and sighed. "Coach, are you out of your mind?! We can't possibly do this! It will kill us, really!" Izuki whined.
Coach became quiet and put on a nice big smile; not good. "Oh really? Okay then." She took out her paper fan from behind and hit against her hand slowly. "OR else you wanna do… quadruple time if you'd like."
Hyuga flinched. "Oh shit! No, no, it's okay. For reals."
"I didn't think so. Line up and get started! Wait, where's Kagami?," Coach asked.
Koganei raised his hand and said, "He's still waiting outside for Kuroko. It seems he's not here yet."
Riko grew irritated. "Ano Bakagami!" She raced outside and found Kagami Taiga. "Ah, deta!" She pulled him by the ear and dragged him inside. "Get your ass in here and start the new training course I made!"
Kagami pouted. "Never. I won't start without Kuroko. It's my duty as his partner to wai-"
A recognized voice shattered his speech. "Sorry to say this, but I've been here the entire time."
"EH?!," the whole team screamed, but Kagami knew something was wrong. He changed his attitude and pointed towards Kuroko.
"You're lying this time, I know it! You barely made it on time here running! There's sweat on your face and Number 2's panting!," he addressed.
Kuroko took a deep breath and sighed heavily. He went over to the bench, dropped his bag and Tetsuya #2. He looked at Hyuga. "Are you-"
Hyuga held his hand up. "No, but next time…" His glasses twinkled, giving off the sign he was in clutch time. He walked away stubbornly with his fist in the air. "You first years should give your seniors more respect. Pull your pants down or something!"
To release his unknown rage, Captain Hyuga told Mitobe Rinnosuke (the guy who doesn't talk and nobody cares about) to pass him the ball and he did so. "I'll show you guys," the captain grunted cunningly and he shot the ball into another clean three-pointer, but Kagami blocked it with his high jump.
"Uahhhhhh!," he yelled smashing the basketball down, unaware that he wasn't supposed to do that until Hyuga came over to him with a friendly face.
"Ya Kagami, that was mine you know. The ball, right? You see that laying over there, right? The ball, right? That was mine to go in the hoop, right? The next time you do that-"
Kagami felt a large shiver go down his spine. "- I'll kill you, moron."
"Yes sir!" Kagami apologized while frantically bowing his head down. He wouldn't normally do that because of his rude-like attitude, but since it was Hyuga he had no other choice.
Koganei clapped his hands to get their attention. "Freaks, the coach said to get in formation. We're gonna have a practice match to test out the new training menu. First years against the second years."
A fire was lit in Kagami and he fist pumped the air. "Yosha! Let's get it! Huh, Kuroko?" He turned around, but Kuroko wasn't there. "Where'd he go?," Kagami muttered. Next to him, something tugged his shirt. "I'm right here, Kagami-kun," Kuroko said plainly.
His partner's mouth widened and he got slightly annoyed. "Kuroko, when did you get there?! I didn't expect less from you though, with your disappearing act or lack of presence bullshit."
Kuroko smiled and they walked away, standing in their game positions. Coach was in the middle as always, with the ball in one hand and her whistle in the other. The tension in the large gym was building up, when the whistle finally blew and Riko threw the ball in the air to start the tipoff.
Kagami plunged in the air to reach the ball like a tiger does with its prey, only to find out that his senior, Kiyoshi Teppei had jumped at least six inches higher. In other words, the ball was stolen and it belonged to the second years. Kagami cursed at himself and started running.
Fortunately, Kuroko caught up with him to poke Kagami in the ribs. "Don't get mad so quickly. Calm yourself down and follow the flow of the game. There will always be a light and dark to every situ-"
Kagami grew bored with every word he said.
"Alright, alright I get it. I don't need any of your so called inspiring lectures."
Kuroko gave out a small laugh and ran faster away from Kagami. "Hey, get back here!," He called after the short blunette. And the match continued on so, with the second years leading the first quarter 20-15.
"Be quiet fool," Midorima Shintarou stated pushing his glasses up as he entered the classroom.
"Oh come on, Shin-chin. Lighten up a bit; it's almost Christmas."
"Takao, just because it's close to a certain season doesn't mean I have to change my attitude. I'm staying the way I am. There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"
Takao stared at his green-haired friend for a while. "What's with the frog?"
"Don't change the subject!," Midorima complained to Takao Kazunari. "Go to class, Takao."
Takao put on a cheesy smile and gave his friend the peace sign. "See you at lunch, Shin-tan!," he ensured and he walked away quickly.
Midorima went to his seat stealthily and sat down. He took out his daily horoscope book and began reading in silence, occasionally pushing up his glasses. "It says that today Cancers have the best luck and the lucky item is a green frog. I have the worst compatibility with Leo." he sucked his teeth at the thought of Kagami, that hard-headed beast. "No matter," he told himself. "Nothing could possibly go wrong… can it." As class began, Midorima tucked away his prized possessions and acquired his appropriate text books.
At Kaijo High School…
"Kasamatsu, let's play basketball!," Kise Ryota suggested to Yukio Kasamatsu.
"No way. Can't you see I'm trying to study? Play on your own, or better yet; one on zero," he responded dully.
"That was really corny, Kasamat-"
"It wasn't supposed to be funny, baka!," he noted while kicking the back of Kise's head with his shoe.
"Ow, ow. Sorry, I'll leave you to your work, Yu-ki!"
Kasamatsu gave Kise an angry/confused look. "Since when did you start calling me that? Yuki, Yukio? Why?"
Kise's face expressed a light red blush. "Because you're my friend and now that it's getting a little closer to winter, I'm guessing that you and I should have more fun."
"Fun?," Kasamatsu repeated as he got up. "Shut up; there's hell in way that we're gonna have fun. I have a lot of work to do as captain, remember? I'm sorry Kise, but I won't have time for you anymore. Except when I have my days off, of course. I'll spend time with you only when I can-"
Kise's face lit up automatically. "-And don't push it," his friend with black hair finished.
"Do you have time now?," Kise asked excitedly.
"Idiota, I already told you that-" His words got caught off when the scene of Kise staring deeply in his eyes surprised him. "Don't stare at me like that. It's creepy," he muttered looking away from the blonde.
Kise directed his finger at his own eyes. "I look cute, don't I? Admit it."
Kasamatsu didn't admit anything, afraid if he said he was cute, Kise wouldn't feel the same. "No, no way. Since I'm the captain, you leave now. I have some more work to do." He motioned for Kise to get off his papers that were scattered all over the gym floor, but he wouldn't budge an inch.
"I would never leave you, Yu-ki. I want to spend time with you. Take a break now and play basketball with me!," Kise groaned.
Kasamatsu drew in a dash of air and let it out frustratedly. "I already told you I can't! The coach wants all these papers filled out by tomorrow morning, so I don't have any time to waste!"
"Fine," Kise gave up as he stood and left the gym slowly. "See ya later… I guess. Kasamatsu.
Kasamatsu just analyzed the way his poor friend departed-sadly. Sitting back down to organize his papers, he thought a thought that he never thought before because the thought never came to mind. (Wow, that was first I've seen Kise like that. I hope I didn't hurt his feelings, after all I'm sensing that he- sort of likes me. Dude, the jerk gave me a new basketball last Christmas for Pete's sake.)
FlashBack to last year
"Here you go, Senpai! Merry Christmas!," Kise presented joyfully.
"What's in the box, damn it?,"
Kasamatsu proposed as he shook the beautifully gift-wrapped box with pictures of falling snow on it that he took from Kise. He really hates it when people give him gifts that don't have any meaning at all. "It's a basketball," Kise responded.
"A basketball. Heh, nice trick. Wait a minute! A basketball? But I already have one-"
His friend had already started to walk away, leaving him to figure out why the hell he got a ball when he had so many at the current moment.
Return to Now…
"Ever since that happened, Kise and I got a lot closer. Tch, what have I done? I don't have time for Kise was a lie. I just didn't want him to get any closer 'cause that'll get awkward."
Kasamatsu got up again and started thinking. "Kise…"
Wakamatsu-senpai slapped his hand against the gym's stage and cursed.
"That damned Ahomine! Where is that bastard?! Nothing pisses me off more than him not coming to practice!"
"Eh?," Sakurai Ryō puffed. He looked around wide-eyed, suddenly realizing that Aomine wasn't here. Then, as usual, he began to panic. Bowing his head non-stop, he cried, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Sorry! I'm so sorry! I called him early in the morning to come to school on time, but I failed! Please forgive me! Sorry!"
Imayoshi Shoichi, the captain and point guard of Touou Gakuen patted Sakurai on the back. "It's alright, Sakurai. It's not your fault. If it's Aomine, it's Aomine. Since it's not you, you have no right to panic, be sorry, or blame yourself."
Sakurai shook his head. "But I'm in his class! It's my responsibility to watch over him as his friend!," he continued. Once again, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry I'm even alive!"
"Whoa Saku-kun, (my own nickname for Sakurai :) it's okay man. Calm down; don't take it all on your-"
"I'm sorry!" he said once more repeatedly bowing his head. Imayoshi sighed and walked away with a sign of 'Failure' hanging on his forehead.
Wakamatsu Kōsuke, without a doubt, had an outburst. "God dammit, Sakurai! Shut the hell up! We know that you're sorry! It's the fuckin' Ahomine jack-ass's fault-!"
Just then, Mister you-know-who entered the room and saluted everyone cooly. "Osu*," he said shuffling his shoes to wear his inside ones.
"Aomine!" Wakamatsu sprang to his feet and jumped off the stage and sprinted to where he was standing with sheer anger. "Where on earth have you been?! You were supposed to be here early for practice! What happened?!"
Aomine stretched his legs and arms, slightly ignoring his aggravated comrade. "I was sleeping on the roof. I'm tired; is there a problem with that?"
"No, but if you do that, it implies that you're not committed to the team enough! Aomine Daiki, this is the last time you do this act, do you hear me?," Wakamatsu established clearly.
"Shut up, Wakamatsu. I can do whatever I want since I'm the team's best player. If you want me to quit, fine. Lose all the games on your own." His friend with short white hair clenched his fists and grabbed Aomine by his shirt collar.
"Don't talk like you know everything, smart ass!," he said with vigor. Aomine's face straightened and he looked away. "I'll give you one warning: let go of me."
Wakamatsu scrunched his face farther than he ever did. "Never, I'll make sure to teach you respect-"
Just then, Aomine kneed him in the stomach hard and he landed with a 'thump'. "Second warning: be quiet and let go of me. Don't listen and it results in you getting hurt… by me." Aomine walked over to a random basketball laying on the floor and he picked it up.
"Hmph." He dribbled the ball madly and sped towards the net. Next thing you know, he jumped to dunk the ball so hard, the net tore off.
"-_-! A-Aomine!," Imayoshi-san stuttered nervously. Aomine looked at the broken net in his hand and scoffed. "Heh? Huh, I'm sorry. It happened again; this was the twentieth one I destroyed so far. Looks like y'all won't be able to practice." Then Aomine tossed the object at Wakamatsu, who was still on the ground shocked. "Wakamatsu, I have a piece of advice to leave with you. When you're better than me, come and talk to me about practice. Until then… leave me the fuck alone douche bag."
Finally, the dark-blue head left, with everyone staring after him. "I can't believe that bas-"
"Calm down, Wakamatsu. Let him do what he wants," Imayoshi told him.
Wakamatsu flipped his arms up and down and gasped at him. "How could you say that? He totally dipped the whole team! Please tell me that's unacceptable."
"Nani-ya?* Aomine-kun's one of a kind. There aren't many people around here like him, but in other places there are. People who have the potential to do almost anything they want. In the world of basketball, rules are placed for players with exceptional skill. For example, Shaquille O' Neal and Tiger Woods the golfer which has completely nothing to do with basketball, but eh."
Sakurai tuned in on the somewhat scary conversation. "So you're saying that…" he stopped to take a bite of his perfectly cooked bento. "That Aomine-kun is a mon-"
Imayoshi nodded his head, laid back and thought for a while. "Yeah, Aomine is a bakemon-ya*."
A/N: So yeah, this is pretty much my first fan fiction about anything. I know the title has nothing but something to do with what I wrote, but cut me some slack at least. See you next time!
Chapter 2: It Starts Again (KisexKasamatsu)
*Nani-ya: Part of Imayoshi's Kansai dialect to add ya or wa at the end of his sentences. Nani means what in JPN.
*Bakemon-ya: Same as above with Nani-ya. Bakemon means monster in JPN.
*Osu: A greeting or salute that cool JPN teens use; not to show complete respect.