oh God.. I actually grow some b- to adopt a fiction idea.. when I myself been suffering in writer's block for Teiko Koko..
oh, btw, Twins is originally Tuna For Desert's fiction. see the real thing here: .net(slash)s(slash)9158546(slash)1(slash)Twins , and I adopted it.
I actually finished this days before I posted my newest story, His Other Side. but I JUST. COULD. NOT. POST THIS RIGHT AWAY. I've been rereading this for hundred times, and I think, oh God, this is so plain, and made me think, how dare me to turn the original awesome one into this.
but I just had to post this. I changed some things in here. but gah. I still think this is too plain. I'm not exaggerating, but I feel really bad for the original author.. I'm sorry for my entire life. I'm just scared I cannot fulfill anyone's expection about Twins.. especially TFD-san's readers who really wanted to see her/his continuation of Twins. I'm just scared that I'll disappoint them. this is scary.
but I had to admit, I had fun writing her plot. I had to tell y'all that.
enough with this chitchat, let's start with the story ^^
Kuroko No Basket (c) Tadatoshi Fujimaki-san
Twins (c) Tuna For Desert
Tetsuya bowed slightly before an altar, which a photo of a woman with long blue hair and sweet smile was placed.
In his hands, there was a small plate with some green tea flavored scones placed on it. Tetsuya placed the small plate next to the photo of the woman. He clapped his hands again and closed his baby blue eyes. One minute later, he opened both of his eyes, then bowed once again.
"Happy birthday, Okaa-san."
He smiled.
"This is my first day in middle school. Nii-san and I enter Teiko, yours and father's middle school when you're still young… or that's what you told me, Okaa-san. Wish me a good luck, okay? And pray that I won't be in the same class as nii-san…"
Because being in his grasp length equals as being controlled by the entire family.
"Ah, and one more… you said once that Teiko is a good middle school for basketballplayers… I think I'll join them. That means I won't be home until dinner time, Okaa-san. I hope it's alright."
Then, he left, preparing himself for school.
It wasn't a secret that he was the unlikeliest to inherit Akashi Family wealth.
He was born with the physical characteristic, and even frame of mind that was different with the entire family's—fierce eyes, red hair, determination to win, capable in almost everything without giving off way too much effort, you name it. He was physically weak, had the light blue hair from the grandfather of mother's side, looked really fragile with his way too pale skin, had the face that was too flat to even looked fiery, possessed a "Kuroko", his mother's maiden name, as his last name instead of "Akashi", much more.
But he was that type of father's favorite son. Always obedient and reliable—though limited to few cases.
He was obedient as long as his father did not choose him to inherit the family's wealth anyway.
He was free to do anything, as long as his older brother was okay with it.
He was Kuroko Tetsuya.
On the other hand, he was born a True Akashi. He breathed victories. His calculating red eyes made everyone a bit scared of him and thinking twice before messing with him. The shade of his hair even screams Akashi. He practically had everything in his hands.
Everything but freedom.
He refused to obey anyone, let alone giving in to people who told him whatever he must do, especially when it was against his liking.
But his father is his only exception.
He was Akashi Seijuro.
Though both had the clashing personalities and family name, if they were to stood up next to each other, and had the same color of eyes and hair, one would immediately know that they were a pair of twins.
It wasn't a secret that Kuroko Tetsuya was granted freedom in exchange of family's wealth. He didn't need to listen to those family's demands, but in return, he had to obey his older brother.
It wasn't a secret that Akashi Seijuro was granted victories and the control of family's wealth in exchange of his freedom. He had to listen to those family demands, but in return, he could tell his younger brother whatever he wanted.
But only a few knew that, none of them would not hold back the urge to bring the other to his downfall.
"Seijuro-sama, the car is ready,"
A man in his middle age bowed to Seijuro slightly, then opened the door for Seijuro to enter.
"Thank you, Gou-jiisan."
In a minute, they were already heading to Teikou Middle, with the man sitting on the driver's seat, and Seijuro on the back. It only took ten minutes ride, or equals twenty five minutes walk.
"Where's Tetsuya, Gou-jiisan?"
"Ah…" The man looked a bit hesitated. "I believe Tetsuya-sama is on the way to school, too, by walking."
A glint of irritation found in Seijuro's eyes.
It was not like Seijuro wanted to go to school together with his beloved younger twin. Instead, he was irritated because his sibling didn't have to have a ride to school. But in other hand, Seijuro had to.
However, the car did not reach Teikou. It stopped somewhere near the T-Junction that was a metre away from Teikou. Gou got off the car to open the door for Seijuro.
"Are you sure you're alright with getting off here, Seijuro-sama?"
"Yeah." Seijuro sighed. "Also, after today, don't fetch me to or from school anymore." He added.
Gou looked a bit surprised. It was not like he did not find out the hint of disliking in Seijuro's aura whenever he drive the young teen to anywhere, but that was the first time Seijuro told him anything about it.
"Even if you say that… I was told by your father to see you off at school gates…"
"My father has nothing to do with this." Seijuro looked very serious. "Doing something like this every morning makes one stand out. People will laugh. I'm turning 14 by the end of this year, and that was not appropriate to let me become spoiled more than this."
Gou gave a slight nod. "Understood. I'll talk to Akashi-sama about this matter."
And before he left, Seijuro added, "…and at least, let me have my freedom at school."
Tetsuya was glad he wasn't in the same class as Seijuro. He was in 1-3, while Seijuro was in 1-1, as what was written in the announcement board. Tetsuya sighed in relief.
So, he made his way through the class.
The way from the announcement board to the academy building was crowded. Many new students had the difficulties to go through the crowd of senpais promoting their club. But Tetsuya was different, he only had to go through the flows easily, even he could do it while he was reading some Japanese literature.
But on the way to the academy building, he found a registration table for the basketball club.
He decided to just write his name on the registration list and took his leave to the class.
Boy, he can't wait for the first practice. He expected this afternoon will be interesting. And he knew he was true.
What Tetsuya didn't expect was, when people actually told him that there must be over a hundred of students joined Teiko basketball club was, they literally meant over a hundred.
He was stunned. The gym was filled with a lot of students that he thought that wasn't a club activity, but a ceremony with sports outfits.
"Excuse me… are the people here all a part of basketball club?" He asked the boy on his front.
The boy was surprised. "Whoa, you surprised me!" He yelped. "Well… yeah, they are. You didn't know? If you were in a youth basketball club, it should be a common knowledge. This school's basketball club is incredibly strong and has won the championship many times."
Well, actually, Tetsuya knew that.
In a few minutes, the murmurs of the crowd in the gym was gone. Instead, there was a male with a pair of glasses and a firm look in his face, stood before the crowds.
"Who is he?"
"I think he's the coach."
The man spoke, "First off, achieving victory is the premise of this club. Anyone who is not serious about this should go find another club. To those of you who remain, be prepared for extremely difficult training!
"Before we get to the self-introductions, we'll devide you off by class to test you. This will be a test of physical strength and skill. We'll use the results of the test to put you into the first through third strings.
"You'll only be able to play in matches as a regular after you've made first string. I'll be asking newbies and those who are late and therefore absent at the moment to join the third string.
"You will be tested periodically, so those who are in the second and third strings should not give up, but practice harder with the goal of being promoted. That's all!"
The murmurs were heard once again. And Tetsuya was all ears.
"…that apparently, there's never been a freshman who made first string on their first try…
"…then at the best, it's the second string?..."
"…then let's first aim to get into the second string…"
"…let's do our best!"
Subconsciously, Tetsuya firmly nodded, with a strong determination to enter the second string.
He had to be in the second string with all costs.
But, alas, the reality spoke otherwise.
"Third string number thirty, Kuroko Tetsuya."
Tetsuya couldn't help but felt a sting inside his heart. He failed. He couldn't even enter the second string on his first try, how will he enter regular?
"I did it! I'm in second string!"
"Me too!"
"Hurray!"
"Quiet! Now I'll announce who will enter the second string. "
The voices surrounded him couldn't reach his ears as he painfully walked to the third string coach. Sweats fell onto his chin. He was drowned in disappointment.
Now he was kicked into third string… what should he do?
"And now, I'll announce who will enter the first string."
Everybody began to whisper to each other again. Even Tetsuya was a bit taken aback by what the coach just said.
"…did he just say first string?…"
"…no way…"
"…I thought there'd never been a freshman who managed to make the first string before…"
The coach continued, "Number eight, Aomine Daiki. Number eleven, Midorima Shintarou. Number twenty-three, Murasakibara Atsushi. And…
"Number twenty-nine, Akashi Seijuro."
And it hit Tetsuya.
Tetsuya's heart beat faster. He clenched on his shirt. How could his brother entered the first string? No… that is not the case. After all, his brother is number one in everything. But… how could his brother entered the basketball club? He was sure Seijuro told their father that he was going to enter shogi club. Furthermore, since when Seijuro was interested in basketball?
And since when Seijuro entered the gym? How could Tetsuya's observing eyes missed the piercing red locks of his brother?
When Tetsuya was drawn back from his thought, Seijuro was already there, approaching him with his trademark haughty manner. The plain t-shirt and sweat that covered his body did not hinder his graceful aura.
A smirk.
"Hello… dear brother. It's nice to see you here."
ah.. I should have characterize Seijuro with his middle school personality, not high school personality..