DISCLAIMER: Kuroko no Basket doesn't belong to me.
Chapter 1: Meeting You
"Excuse me."
Kagami took the half-eaten burger out of his mouth and turned his head left, than right, looking for the source of the soft voice. It was getting dark – the streetlamps had come on a few minutes ago – and he had wanted to get home as quickly as possible in anticipation for tomorrow's first basketball practice with his new high school team.
He gave up his search, writing it off as some voice in his head induced by fatigue and hunger, and started to continue along his way. He reoriented his body in the direction of his apartment, but a short figure was suddenly blocking his way. He yelped as he registered the fact that the little person had been in front of him all along, taking a step back and almost dropping the burger onto the sidewalk.
"Excuse me," repeated the boy, looking up at him expressionlessly. He barely came up to Kagami's shoulders; did he miss the boy's presence because he hadn't really bothered to look down?
"Er… Sorry," Kagami replied uncertainly as he regained his composure and stepped off onto the road, making room for the boy to pass him.
"Thank you."
The boy politely nodded and proceeded in the opposite direction at a leisurely pace. Kagami stepped back onto the sidewalk, shook his head and started to walk home again while stuffing his face, already forgetting about what had just happened.
"Excuse me."
Kagami paused. He lowered the burger in his right hand, and slowly turned around, readying himself to focus on the slight figure he suspected would be behind him. He turned, and was relieved at the fact that he could clearly see the blue-haired boy from before standing in front of him. He was wearing a school uniform that looked familiar, and his messy bangs skimmed his wide blue eyes.
"What?"
"Well… you seem to have some sauce on your face." The boy calmly pointed to his own mouth area, still making eye contact with Kagami unblinkingly.
"Huh…" Kagami wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand, and saw that he did in fact have some strange mixture of ketchup and mustard smeared there. Feeling his face turning red, he hastily tried to scrub off any excess sauce that may have accidentally found itself onto other parts of his face with his palm.
"Ah, thanks-" The boy was thrusting a plain restaurant napkin at him with one hand, still with that passive look in his blue eyes.
Kagami felt his face flush and mentally punched himself in the stomach. He tried to accept the napkin in a delicate manner, but his hand refused to listen to his intentions. He snatched it without so much as a thank you or any other polite gesture.
He pictured himself jumping off of the bridge that was just a five minute walk from his apartment.
Kagami wiped his hand with the napkin, and vigorously rubbed his entire face again, hoping it would act as an eraser and remove him from the face of the planet.
"Hey, thanks for the tissue I guess-" Kagami had finally gathered enough courage to say something to the boy, but when he looked down at where he had been a minute ago, there was no one there.
Kagami looked all around him, making sure to not only look down at the concrete sidewalk, but also up in the branches of the trees that lined the road. He was nowhere to be seen. "Whatever," Kagami muttered under his breath. He balled up the used napkin in his hand, about to toss it basketball-style into the nearest trash bin, but again, his hand wouldn't listen to what his brain wanted. He scowled at himself and pocketed it.
He turned around once again, finally being able to head home. Instead of sacrificing the napkin, he threw away the burger he had almost finished eating. The burger flew perfectly into the trash can without hitting the edges, but Kagami hadn't even bothered to look. He had lost his appetite.
This time, the image of the blue-haired, blue-eyed boy stayed clearly etched in his mind.