Prologue
Akashi's POV
My eyes were wide in wonder. Basketball was a big part of my family, and my older brother, Shiki, was the star of the family. I could hear the slapping of tennis shoes on the floor, the pounding of a basketball followed by the occasional squeak and a cheer of the crowd. Every once in a while you would hear a swish sound from the ball in the air and sometimes you would hear a swoop or just the sound of a ball hitting the backboard of the basket. When my brother got ahold of the ball, you'd hear the sound of it going through the net. He never missed.
The dribbling of the ball was going the same speed as the heartbeats of the players. Bump, bump, bump, ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bump. Speed was a big part of the game, but I watched that mop of black hair go from one side of the court to the other. Shiki Akashi had skills that no other had. He was the king of basketball, or so he was in my opinion.
I watched the large red numbers continue to count down, only in the seconds. 30, 29, 28… Those numbers didn't matter or compare to the numbers that were increasing on the scoreboard. 100 to 90, it was a close game. I watched my brother take the ball and run down the court yet again, leap into the air and dunk the ball. It was amazing to watch and I wanted to be able to do what he could. You heard the springs of the rim as hands grabbed and released it, the ball swishing through the basket and the sound of the buzzar signaling for another score.
My red eyes watched everyone's moves before flicking up to the score, 102 to 90. The clock ticked on. 20,19,18,17. It seemed like forever and both teams were still playing like they still had hours left. I couldn't understand why the other team didn't just give up. There was no way that they could get 12 points in 15 seconds. I watched the time, ignoring the rest of the game. I knew how it would end. Once the giant red digits red 00:00 a loud buzzer went off. The crowd roared in cheers and shouts. The losing team looked disappointed, but my brother's team didn't look happy either. Some looked annoyed and others looked bored. I stood up to walk down to my brother and congratulate him, but that's when I noticed it. One of his teammates had picked up a basketball and was dribbling it before letting it sit in his palm for a few seconds. Suddenly pushing it through the air, everyone watched it head straight towards my brother. If only he wouldn't have turned around in that moment, he could have possibly been okay.
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