Title: This Was The Orchestra Your Mother Warned You About
Chapter: 1 - In which a certain tiger and ganguro can't agree on anything (approx. 881 words)
Rating: K+
Characters/Pairings: Generation of Miracles, Kagami Taiga
Summary: The only orchestra which might leave you running for the hills. Or leave you needing a lawyer.
Disclaimer: Figured it's time I added one D: if I owned kurobasu i would have made them all gay already.
Author's Notes: I was inspired by another fic I read somewhere else, to write this fic about the GOM (and other characters) being in an orchestra. I swear I didn't and am not going to copy the person's plot. This will be a collection of short stories of the KnB characters being in an orchestra; more detailed author's notes at the bottom.
The day Aomine Daiki is supposed to report to some university's auditorium with his double bass for the first practice of the year with the rest of the orchestra, he's late. Very late. He curses under his breath, as he impatiently wills the elevator to go faster. When he finally arrives on the correct floor he pushes the door to the auditorium open a tad too roughly, making a rather loud noise and startling the hell out of himself.
After he manages to get his instrument through the insistently stubborn door that refuses to remain open, he lets out another string of curses. Great, first day of practice and I'm late, and-
As he turns around he lifts his head, and all he sees is a sea of heads turned towards the back to stare at him. He blinks a few times, staring back in stunned silence, before an eerily cool and calm voice breaks through the silence. "How nice of you to grace us with your presence, Daiki," Akashi Seijuuro checks his watch. "Thirty minutes after practice has started."
Aomine swallowed and stuttered out an apology. "U-uh, I was caught up in traffic... Sorry." There were few whom Aomine Daiki was afraid of, and their 173cm tall concertmaster was at the top of that very short lift. Aomine looked ready to go down on his knees and be Akashi for forgiveness, not caring that he would be embarrassed for life, and Akashi sighed as he put his violin back under his chin, before saying, "It's fine, Daiki, now hurry up and get ready to play."
Aomine did a quick tuning of his instrument, and quickly went to where he was supposed to stand. Aomine settles down on his stool, before he realises that there's a new guy next to him. He glances at him sideways, and the guy, with two shades of colour in his red hair, turns to him and says, "Yo. Name's Kagami Taiga."
Aomine nods, and raises his German bow, noticing the guy had a French one. A French bow. Didn't the orchestra want them to standardise their bows? Who was this guy to use a French one as and when he likes when the rest of the section is using the German bow?
Aomine growls, and when Aida Riko, their resident conductor, stopped for a minute to correct the mistake in rhythm that Murasakibara had made on the bass drum, he turned to Kagami (whatever his name was) and whispered, "You need to change your bow."
Kagami only looked at him, and frowned, "Why? I'm perfectly fine with my French one."
"We have to standardise our bows. Didn't Akashi tell you that when you first joined?"
"Well, I don't really care, I play better with the French one. I'll ask Akashi later if I can use this."
Aomine growls again, and raises his voice a little. "The rest of the section's using the German one, you twit, you have to change it! You can't expect the rest of us to change because of you, you baka!"
Kagami grits his teeth, and retaliates. "Shut up, you aho! I'll do what I want! You can't stop me!"
Aomine huffs, and he turns away as Riko says aloud, "Let's start from the top, people. Then we'll go off for a short break."
Break only saw Aomine and Kagami wrestling on the ground as they argued which bow they had to use. After Murasakibara and Kise were forced to drag Aomine and Kagami apart, Akashi berated them, and told Kagami that he had to get used to using a German bow because the rest of the double bassists were using it.
Aomine gave Kagami a smug smirk as Kagami glared at him. "Ahomine," he muttered under his breath, as he walked away to grab some food from the Maji burger outlet downstairs.
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Just at the moment when everyone thought that Aomine and Kagami would finally stop arguing after multiple arguments that day, raised voices interrupt practice again, and Akashi sighs, bringing his fingers to his right temple.
"This is not how you play this part, you baka! You have to pause for a little while before you start again; did you even have proper lessons? How did you even get into this orchestra?" Aomine's voice rings out.
"Shut up, aho! I am playing correctly, you're the one who's wrong!" Kagami retorts.
Akashi found himself wishing that other double bassists were here, so Kagami and Aomine would stop arguing for once. His eyes snap open, and he looks at Riko, who nods back at him.
Akashi's voice rings out louder and clearer than both of theirs. "The both of you better shut up, make up, and not argue for the rest of rehearsal, or I will personally make sure that you play Bartok pizzicato on your instruments until your fingers bleed and fall off."
The rest of the string members, who actually understood what Bartok pizzicato was, start snickering, and Aomine glares at them all, before he and Kagami look at each other in fright, seemingly coming to a silent truce, and nods timidly at Akashi. After all, Akashi was pretty capable of doing what he said.
Aomine mutters under his breath, "Well, at least he didn't threaten us with practising Pachelbel's Canon in D for an entire day." He shrugged.
Kagami snicked, and mutters back, "True that."
A/N: hi I wanted this to be a comedic piece of literature but I suck so here have some shitty writing.
at least aomine and kagami agreed on something in the end amirite