Theme: Kuroko-in-Rakuzan
I don't need to describe the character roles this time, do I?
Third-person POV
Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroko no Basket and its franchise.
Note: From tomorrow's post, I'm going to lie low for a while so expect a post once evert two-three days unless I finish my schoolwork in time OR if I get it done on my way to and back from school (which is a grand total of 80 minutes, just enough for me to get 500 words done)
"Hey, Mizuki, have you heard? That thing about the basketball club."
Kuroko Tetsuya, who just happened to walk past, paused in his step when he overheard two boys— most likely his seniors, gossiping.
"You mean about the thing about having a first year student as Captain?" The other boy, the one named Mizuki, replied with raised eyebrows. "I heard from one of my classmates."
"Yeah, that. Ridiculous, isn't it?"
"I'll say. I've never heard of such a thing."
"What a disgrace it must be for the guys there, having to bow down to someone younger than them."
"Yeah. Glad we decided to join soccer instead, huh, Takemoto?"
"And there's more to it. Rumour has it that the kid is the son of some super-rich family."
"Seriously?"
"Unfair, isn't it? Must be nice, being born with a silver spoon in your mouth. Bet he bribed the school to get that position in the club."
"You can do such a thing?"
"If you have money and power, why not? Heck; that's what the world revolves around nowadays. I'm not surprised if he doesn't even know how to dribble a ball properly!"
"Akashi-kun is a very skilled player, if you must know."
At the addition of a third voice to their conversation, the seniors nearly jumped in shock.
They look around for the source of the voice, and found a short boy with ice-blue hair staring at them with large eyes.
"W-Who are you?! And how long have you been here?!"
"My name is Kuroko Tetsuya, a first-year student in the basketball club. And I've been here for a while now."
"Seriously? We didn't even notice at all… Wait. You said you were from the basketball club, didn't you?"
"Yes, I did."
One of the seniors, Takemoto, now had a grin plastered to his face, raising his eyebrow at his friend.
"Do you know what I'm thinking?"
"Yeah. But don't get me involved; I don't want any trouble."
"By the way, if you are planning to use me to draw out Akashi-kun, it will be useless."
"Wha—?!"
"How did you…?!"
Kuroko sipped calmly at his vanilla-flavoured milk before replying.
"It was just a prediction on my part, and nothing more. However, I would discourage you from plotting against Akashi-kun. You might end up regretting it."
"What was that?!"
Senior Takemoto, displeased by the warning, growled. He grabbed Kuroko by the front of the shirt and lifted te boy into their air.
"Don't you get cocky with me, you first-year brat!"
"O-Oi, Takemoto! Calm down! People are watching!"
"Who cares? This brat needs a lesson in talking to his seniors!"
Just as Takemoto was about to raise his fist, something came whizzing through the air. It flew past his face and embedded into the pillar next to them.
"Wha…?" He turned his head to discover that it was a pair of scissors.
"O-Oi, you're bleeding!"
At his friend's call, Takemoto raised his hand to his cheek, only to see his fingers stained red with a thin, yet visible line of blood.
"…!"
In his surprise, his grip on Kuroko's shirt loosened, and the poor boy was dropped to the floor. He landed on the ground, bottom first, with a small grunt.
"Ah, I apologize; my hand slipped."
"You're—!
"Akashi-kun," Kuroko looked towards the red-head, who was now approaching them.
"Dear seniors, you seem to be mistaken."
"Hah?"
"While it is true that my family is a wealthy one, and also that I am the Captain of the Basketball Club in this school, these two facts are not connected in any way. I started playing basketball the same way everyone else did; but it appears that I possess an exceptional talent that others don't."
"What are you trying to say?"
"Those who are talented win; and because I always win I am always right. Those who don't have talent are like dogs that only know how to bark, but ed up fleeing with their tails between their legs."
"You…!"
"Stop it! It'll be bad if you do anything to him!"
"I have one last piece of advice for you." Akashi pulled the pair of scissors from the wall. "Insulting and moking me is a matter that I can overlook once or twice. However, if you were to lay a hand on my Tetsuya…"
"W-We're sorry!" Mizuki, who had understood the threat before it was even spoken out, bowed in anxious apology. "Come, Takemoto, let's go."
Once the two seniors were out of the picture, Akashi turned to Kuroko, who was still on the ground. He held out his hand to him with a small smile on his face.
"Can you stand, Tetsuya?"
"Yes… Thank you for your help, Akashi-kun."
"Why are you thanking me? Shouldn't I be the one doing that instead? You stood up for me, didn't you?"
"Yes, but it was only the right thing to do. That senior was saying such horrible things about you, I couldn't just ignore it."
"I know how you feel, but do think before you act next time. Do you understand?"
".… Yes. I understand..
"Good. Are you hurt anywhere? You fell rather hard."
"My behind is a little sore, but I'll be fine."
"That's not good. I'm taking you to the nurse's office." Akashi bent down, grabbed Kuroko by the shoulders and legs and lifted him up bridal style.
"A-Akashi-kun, this is embarrassing! Put me down; I can walk on my own!"
"No can do. You mit be injured. And what did I tell you to call me when it's just the two of us?"
"We are in the hallway? Of our school? During lunch break?"
"And so?"
"We are hardly alone. There are other people around; and they're looking at us."
"Let them look. I'll gorge their eyes out later."
"Akashi-kun!"
"You're still going to call me that?"
"… Seijuurou-kun." Kuroko mumbled with a pout.
"Don't eat up your words, Tetsuya; I can't hear you. What did you call me?"
"Seijuurou-kun."
"One more time."
"Seijuurou-kun."
"Pronounce each syllable properly."
"Se-i-ju-u-ro-u-ku-n."
"Now say it normally."
"Seijuurou-kun."
"Much better."
"You enjoyed hearing me call you by your name, don't you?"
"Hmm… who knows?"
"You didn't even bother to deny it. How thick-skinned can you be? Or are you secretly a masochist?"
"You know I'm an idiot for you, Tetsuya."
"… I can't believe you said something that corny without feeling any shame."
"Shame? Why? But we're so much in love."
"Seijuurou-kun!"
"Ahh, you're so cute when you're embarassed. That expression you are making on your face wants to make me eat you up…"
Kuroko buried his face in his hand, wishing he had a hole to hide it in.
"PLEASE stop saying thing like this in public."
Akashi laughed, and tightened his grip on & Kuroko's slim frame.
"Hold on tight, Tetsuya. We're making a run for it."
"Eh?"
"Prepare yourself when we reach the nurse's office. We're skipping the first period after lunch."
"EHH?!"
From a corner of the hallway, a group of three familiar people watched this scene, two of them with sparkles in their eyes.
"Go go, Akashi!"
"Wow, who knew Sei-chan could be so aggressive?"
"Urgh. I'm hungry."
"You're always hungry, Nebuya!"
"Hayama's right! You just ate a dozen yakisoba-buns, right?"
"But I want meat. Maybe I'll go grab some gyuudon or something…"
"There's only five minutes of lunch break left! How do you expect to finish by then?"
"I'll just swallow it down."
"Chew your food properly, for heaven's sake!"
"Say, Reo-nee, let's follow them!"
"Are asking to be killed by Sei-chan?"
"Meat…"
"Ahh, I had it with you two! We're returning to class!"
"But I wanna…"
"No."
"Beef…"
"Goodness, you two are a handful. Come, let's go back to class." The effeminate-looking boy sighed before giving one last look and smile down the corridor. "Fight, Tetchan."
-END-
