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Anime/MangaKuroko no Basuke/黒子のバスケ
Follow/FavIridescent
By: thefictionfreak
We've met before, every once in a rare while. I sail in the cluster of the night, you outshine in the daybreak. The cataclysm that is our union made your splendour known to me, but never once have I considered looking at your face. I should've known you were lovely. Izuki x OC.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Spiritual - Izuki S., OC - Chapters: 5 - Words: 19,237 - Reviews: 17 - Favs: 35 - Follows: 49 - Updated: 5/8 - Published: 4/3 - id: 10240114
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1. Chapter 12. Chapter 23. Chapter 34. Chapter 45. Chapter 5 Next
I have a thing for contrasts and conflicts that's why I gave it a try to write this fic. There'd be no insanity here, don't worry, just pure hypothetical and sort of philosophical stuff. There'll be romance too if that's what you're looking for, but (hopefully) this will deviate from the typical love stories that are usually presented in many KnB OC stories (I've read a lot).
This fic is formerly known as Give and Take, I apologize for having to change the title. I realized it wasn't quite fitting seeing how far I'd gone from the original plot (this was supposed to be a fluffy one-shot, lol). I also apologize to those few who have read this as Give and Take before; I had to revise it entirely with some alteration on the important dialogues. 8 months of gruelling over what to do with this fic made me realize the need so I'm really sorry.
Anyway, the story explores topics such as the meaning of victory, athletic values, sportsmanship, and the whole falling in love crap.
Also, I'm pretty sure there'll be some who will disagree with me about the things I'm discussing here, but I guess my years of experience as an athlete make it eligible for me to have my own weird opinions too so yeah.
Disclaimer for all chapters: Fujimaki Tadatoshi owns Kuroko no Basuke. I only own my OC and the plot.
EDITED 9/27/14
"What does it mean to love? It means to see a person, a situation, a thing as it really is, not as you imagine it to be, and to give it the response it deserves. Love entails clarity of perception, objectivity; there is nothing so clear-sighted as love."
-Anthony De Mello
Iridescent Chapter I
Sometimes, Izuki thinks being a point guard is a role too large for his clumsy, less athletic body to handle.
Being a point guard requires maturity, a huge sense of responsibility, and of course, a heaping amount of intelligence. He may have a decent percentage on these areas ‒plus his Eagle Eye, definitely useful special ability‒ but sometimes, his physical strength just won't complete the image.
He pondered on this exasperatedly as he jogged with his teammates on a rainy Sunday, clutching at the side of his stomach to try to ease the cramp that formed there since the first lap. The searing pain just wouldn't go, and every step felt like a blow at his appendix he felt like it's going to rupture soon.
Why were they running laps around the school again? Ah, because the pretty pink-haired manager from Touou suddenly showed up, all wet and in tears, looking for her Tetsu-kun. Coach sent them out, ordered them to run 10 laps around the school, into the rain, after making Momoi wear this tight shirt with a bear on it.
Izuki had no idea why Coach had to make them run just for that. And it's Sunday too. Maybe Coach just wants to talk to her, but still.
He tried focusing on other things.
They passed by the smaller gyms again so he tried watching the girls' volleyball club—the only volleyball club at Seirin—as they practice. His teammates were always looking at them every time they pass by here anyway.
The court they were using wasn't exactly a gym, it was just a covered court so they get to see what's going on inside.
He spotted a few familiar faces, a girl from his class and another one he have seen in the hallways a couple of times.
Koganei and Hyuuga were whispering at each other as they jog behind him, he heard it goes along like who does the other think about hitting on or something.
"The girl by the net. Did you see her?! The one with the braid?"
"Oh the setter? Nah, I think the one who just hit that ball like how Kagami would if he was playing volleyball."
"Heh, you really like tough girls do you?"
Silence. Izuki could tell Hyuuga was narrowing his eyes.
"And what makes you say that?"
"Of course, I can tell you like Coa―ow~!"
"Shut up! Izuki, remind me to kill this idiot later when we finish our laps."
But Izuki was too distraught in pain and exhaustion to actually say a reply.
"Hyuuga, I think he needs to rest now," commented Tsuchida.
"Tch. Just a freaking side cramp," Hyuuga scowled. "Izuki, quit looking like you've been hit by a bullet and learn to deal with that. You're the point guard here, you should be better than that."
Oh. Yes he knew that, thank you very much.
". . . I'm fine."
And Izuki went ahead of them for the remaining laps, still clutching at his side.
He wasn't fine, Hyuuga can tell. He looked like his legs had weights on them, and the bastard was probably close to collapsing.
"Izuki."
"Urghh."
"Izuki, go rest for a bit."
"No."
"You look like hell, go rest for a bit."
". . ."
When Izuki continued to push his weight awkwardly from foot to foot, Hyuuga scowled further and yanked the guy by the shirt, making him sit on a stool by the covered court.
"Just sit there and be useless until we finish the laps. I don't want Riko blaming me if you pass out all of a sudden," the captain growled.
"But you just made a point, right? I'm a point guard, I should be better than this."
Alright, Hyuuga told himself, any more puns and he will punch the guy unconscious.
"Then get stronger, you idiot. Work on your stamina and stop making stupid puns! For now, just sit your ass down and wait."
The clutch shooter jogged away.
Hyuuga can be very cruel sometimes. Not as cruel as Riko, but cruel enough, especially during his random mood shifts. Izuki was glad this time wasn't one of those sometimes. For giving him a break before everyone else, Hyuuga must have blessed him with a year's worth of mercy.
Taking a deep breath, Izuki allowed his worn out limbs to relax. He exhaled and leaned his elbows over his thighs, his head bowed down, watching the drops fall from hair down to his arms and shorts. The strain on his side was starting to wear off too, his breathing more steady, and then—
"Izuki-san."
The point guard looked around. He recognized that voice.
"Fuyu-san."
It was the girl with the long maroon hair from his class. Fuyu Hikari was a member of Seirin's only volleyball club, he's aware of that, but it's the first time he saw her in her sports attire.
"You alright?" she asked.
"Yeah, just taking a break."
Then she dipped her mouth on the water fountain.
He turned away and hung his head again, thinking that was it for the conversation.
The two classmates didn't talk much after all.
But they ended up talking anyway; with her standing a fair distance away in front of where he was sitting, occasionally hitting a volleyball hard to the floor then catching it, and then hitting it hard again and catching it again.
"Good job making it to the Winter Cup prelims, heard your team's representing our block. Good for you." she told him, putting on a peculiar smile on, which Izuki thought was strange.
"Thanks, I guess, although I still have a lot to improve," he told her, getting reminded of his predicament.
"How about you guys? Did you make it to Winter Cup Prelims too?" Izuki asked, watching her hands and wondering why they were not swelling from the impact of her dribbling.
"Oh, us? We didn't make it of course," she told him unabashedly.
Izuki tilted his head in slight confusion at that.
"We didn't even get to play even a single nice set in our little time in the Interhigh Prelims. We got booted off almost a little too soon."
He glanced at her face and saw none of the resentment he was expecting. In fact, she looked unperturbed and even a bit enthusiastic telling him of her team's fiasco.
"It was terrible, really terrible. Hahaha," she continued, sneering down at the ball in her hands.
". . .Well it's a good thing you guys didn't give up," he told her, not knowing what else to say. "I'm glad to see you're still practicing even on this weather. And it's a Sunday too."
She shot him a quick tight-lipped smile. "Ah, yeap," she said, hitting the volleyball again. "It's really fun to play after all."
Izuki was confused, but he still gave the smile back.
"Right, that's good."
She glanced at the court and saw her teammates already getting back into position.
"Alright, break's over," she gave her classmate a last cheeky grin before yelling "I'm heading over!" to her teammates.
He watched her jog away, plopping a fist at the side of his lip in thought.
There was something odd about that conversation that he couldn't point a finger to.
It really was a good thing that she was practicing even though with the way she sounded like it was clear that she didn't care about winning and losing. But still, Izuki still found this side of his classmate a little bit strange.
He waited for his teammates to return while trying to relax his still cramping side. While he distracted himself by watching the volleyball club practice, he discovered that Hikari was the team's setter.
Then, the court immediately came to life the moment they resumed their mini-practice game. He wasn't paying attention when he was still running in the rain, but these girls were surely pretty loud when the game is on.
Every time someone did a wallop from the service line, the opposing team would be shouting mild obscenities to distract the server, and the rest would be giggling like goofs. Every time someone committed an error, the whole team would be laughing at how funny it looked or how stupid the perpetrator was. When the ball stays in a rally, a series of yells would be heard along with the booming of every spike, every block, every grunt, and every squeak of shoes on the shiny wooden floor.
During one of the rallies, one of the shorter spikers on Hikari's side got another error. Hikari gave her a good set, and her approach step was good too, but the moment she came in contact with the ball, she failed the hit and it anticlimactically bounced on her instead.
Well that was. . . bad, Izuki thought.
In basketball, an error doesn't give the opposing team a score. They get the ball for the counter, but that's easier to take back. In volleyball, every error counts as a score for the opposing team. And an error like that can mean depletion of the team's morale, too.
He stared at the presumably first year spiker who committed the error, expecting her to be yelled at. Nothing happened, instead, Hikari placed a hand on the first year's head, not to pat it, she looked like she was intending to bury the girl in the ground, while laughing soundlessly, face contorted in mirth. The first year girl was chuckling too, which was odd to see since he actually expected her to be bowing apologetically at her senpai.
Izuki would never have thought that Fuyu Hikari was this laid-back as an athlete, seeing how she was in class. With the way she played the game and commanded her team, he couldn't help but get the feeling that she wasn't playing a sport. It felt more like she was doing it just for the fun and games.
Before his little observations could lead to things—something Izuki didn't fancy—he halted his train of thought and just quietly watched them.
He was almost enjoying the team's antics when his own team of soaked 2nd year basketball players passed by the covered court again where he was resting. Just one more lap to go.
Turning back to the girls, Izuki resumed watching the sort of game he couldn't afford to have in a basketball match.
A game without the stress of being pressured to win.
Maybe, girls' high school volleyball wasn't as tough as boys' high school basketball. Maybe they didn't have the likes of the Generation of Miracles waiting in line to get a chance to annihilate them along with many other strong teams.
Or maybe they're just having too much fun playing to actually care about winning.
He thought that maybe that wouldn't be bad considering the probability that they wouldn't be affected emotionally if they lost and could still continue to play, which is more likely the case why Hikari didn't react indignantly while telling him about how they lost in the Interhigh Prelims.
That's probably a good way of dealing with defeat, but still, as a competitive point guard in a competitive team, Izuki couldn't agree with that.
He remembered shedding tears in their tremendous loss in the Interhigh preliminaries this year and last year, him and is whole team. They vowed to redeem themselves in the Winter Cup, with their goal of being the number one team in Japan.
And here he thought girls were more emotional than guys.
-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-
The rest of the team watched as Momoi and Kuroko left together that early evening. The rain had stopped, along with the practice for the day, and all of the second years were still dripping wet from all those laps in the rain.
On the locker room, Izuki was having a hard time trying to get Koganei to stop badgering him about the volleyball players. He was a lost cause, because Izuki simply didn't have it in him to listen enthusiastically.
"Hey, hey. Did you talk to them? Did you get their names?"
Izuki opened his locker and looked about. "Yes, but I only talked to one of them," he said.
"Really? Aw man, do you know the setter's name? You know, the one with the red braided hair?"
"Yeah. . . I mean no! I wasn't focused on their uhh- them. I was distracted by their play, though," said Izuki, sluggishly taking off his soaked blue shirt by the back.
"And yeah, I mean I know the name of the girl you're talking about," he continued. "She's in my class, her name is Fuyu, or something. Forgot her first name. And nope, her hair is maroon not red."
Then, almost immediately, Izuki's dark pupils dilated, eyes wide, index finger pointing up.
Koganei already knew what's coming next.
"A moron should know more on the color maroon. Kitakore~!"
The point guard took his pun notebook out and scribbled the new pun.
Koganei gave him a tired look.
"Alright, alright. Enough with the puns, let's talk about the girls."
But Izuki had already turned and left him, heading towards the showers.
-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-
Peeling his remaining clothes off, Izuki stepped into one of the shower stalls. The warm water hitting his pale skin soothed him out of the rigorous Sunday he had been through. He wasn't complaining, he actually liked that he was training all the more, no matter how hard it could be.
Remembering the days' events led to the recollection of a certain group of female athletes, particularly that one maroonhead. It had been strange because he wouldn't have expected another sports club to be in school on a day like this, much less have them playing and laughing around for no other reason but to have fun. They didn't look determined to win a competition soon while here was he and his team pushing their limits for that single goal.
He wasn't sure, but that's how it appeared to him. The only motive the girls had for the day was to have fun—and they must really love having fun since they still opted to practice, even today. Hell, he couldn't imagine how much practice they usually have. He couldn't say a retort to that, seriously, because he enjoyed practice a lot too, even though the harshness felt like suicide most of the time. Still, it didn't change the fact that Fuyu Hikari's team were lacking something, and because of that, Izuki couldn't help but feel a little bit bad for them.
They have to learn how to pursue victory, he thought, that's what they lacked. They have to yearn and pay a debt in the court because working hard and seeing the results of your efforts—especially after a fall—is the joy of engaging in sports. They can do it; they just have to recognize the possibility.
But for them, playing is just fun, like what Hikari had said. And defeat could easily be shaken off.
That's true, somehow, but that's not really what being an athlete is.
Sports are about development. It's about testing your capacity if you can stand up again after defeat. If you lose, you learn from the mistake and get back up again—and that's what his team is doing.
Fuyu Hikari, with his impression of her as a calm and collected student in class, was actually a promising setter on the court. It took him by a surprise actually, especially after seeing how well she mingled with her team when in class she didn't really stand out as the friendly type. More like the serious, I-don't-care-about-you type, in his opinion.
He remembered how loud she laughed, how she almost dropped on the floor in mirth. It was a bizarre sight, one he never thought he would have seen from her. He never saw her like that in class, not even with her friends.
Izuki realized that it was really fascinating to watch a person get so much fun and be so out-of-character while doing something they enjoy, with people whose company they enjoy also.
She would have been easy to like, and it's a real bonus that she's not bad to look at, except he wasn't sure if he'd like someone who is an athlete but didn't have it in her to fight.
And maybe she just wasn't his type.
EXTRA:
"That guy, huh? You look cute together."
Hikari scoffed.
"Don't tell me those kinds aren't your type? You know, basketball player, sleek-haired, sort of popular, taller than you…"
"Hmf. I don't think so."
"C'mon, Hikari."
"C'mon Kai."
"Wait, isn't he that cutie from the basketball club?" squealed someone.
"Yeah, and I don't know if you'd still find him cute once he starts spewing stupid puns out of that mouth of his."
Well it looks like the feeling is mutual.
Author's Notes:
Before it leads to confusion, let me clarify that in this fic, I made Interhigh and Wintercup, probably even Kantou tournament, not just single event competitions that focuses solely on basketball. Here, these competitions also include sports events like track and field, some ball games, badminton, some contact sports, swimming, etc. Of course, volleyball is also included, that's why my OC and her team also competed in the Interhigh prelims.
English is not my first language so of course you'll see a bunch of mistakes. I am not a writer (despite apparently being an artist) nor have I ever been good at expressing my view on things wordily. Anyway, just thought about saying that in case I'm doing anything wrong.
There will be more or less 10 chapters for this fic and yeah, there will be development.
I would appreciate a review so please leave one if you don't mind, thanks.
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