For those waiting on "To love a prince", I'm sorry. Give me atleast three more days. I've been dead tired lately. Also, I'm not a huge fan of how the chapters are in the story so you will see me update new versions of them.###
The zone.
It takes a dead mind and a passionate heart to lead you there. The mind must be empty but the heart must be overflowing with love, for basketball that is. The zone is a place beyond any normal humans reach. Only the best of the best can enter. Though many who have entered, usually regret it later.
Once you've left your world for the zone, you enter what is a beautiful room. The room is known to be so exquisite you can practically smell the perfection that is the decor. The room is made as such only for the privileged, good hearted, basketball lovers. Once you lose one of those traits though, the magical beauty will begin to fade. The walls will form into an old rust like state, the warm carpet becoming dead, black soil. All the furniture will burn and be cmarried by the wind. Then in the middle of the now cold and lifeless room their will be a giant tree. The leaves black and bark gray. Hanging from the lowest branch (9 feet) with rope around their neck, slowly killing them, will be you. Atleast, the old you.
If you are to either become cold hearted through winning, or stop loving basketball, your zone will become a nightmare.
Kagami knew that first hand.
The buzzer sounded right as a orange ball was violently slammed into the hoop. The buzzer signaling the end of the game. The score was 20-100, showing how much seirin improved(even if the opposite team was weak). Normally, after playing so hard with his team, the red head would usually be shouting victory cries and high giving people.
That was the old Kagami.
Now, instead of rejoicing with everyone else, he merely scoffed while running his hand through his hair. 'Tch...what a waste of energy, they weren't even worth the amount of practice we put in. And by we...
He ment the rest of the team.
Yeah...he's really changed. The once hot headed basketball idiot with a passionate heart is dead; he was replaced by this cold hearted man that when looking into his eyes seemed to no longer possess a soul.
"Kagami-kun," a voice behind him whispered. The red head jumped, almost having a heart attack due to the lack of presence from the shorter blue haired boy. "O-Oi ,kuroko, don't do that, you could have fucking killed me!" Atleast some thing hadn't changed about the redhead.
"I'm sorry for scaring you, Kagami-kun," his face and voice begged to differ. Another scoff from the red head, "well whatever, I'm gunna go hit the showers." He began to walk away but stopped suddenly. "Oi Kuroko," he called over his shoulder, not even looking at the smaller man. Said male looked up, giving a small 'hm'. For a moment kagami didn't speak. "Nice shot, work on your timing though," he called before disappearing off the court.
He missed the small but happy smile on the phantoms face.
Yeah, some things didn't change, and some things were slightly altered. He wasn't quite as bad as the G.O.M had been, but he wasn't the same by far.
His smile immediately died at the thought. Kagami had saved five almost empty teens, who had lost their passion for the sport that became their lives, from being overtaken by countless victories and few challenges.
Yet their was no one to save him.
^^^ I started this a week ago...I suck at life... :) anyway so this is the knew story "The rose in my graveyard". Now I know I said this would be a hanakaga fic but...I dot know. I would like to have people vote between aokaga, kikaga