Of Secret And Mafia
Warnings: OC, grammar mistakes, typos, OOC'ness, semi-canon-semi-AU-ish, some words are written the Australian way; colour, realise, grey, etc…
Disclaimer; KHR belongs to Akira Amano
'Silence is the most powerful scream'
-Anonymous.
Truth to be told, the Sasagawa siblings did have parents, even though they were never shown. Their parents looked like typical Japanese with dark hair and eyes, and honestly, sometimes Kamiko questions how they get their colourings.
Their father was a doctor, not well known but famous enough to be overseas to do his job, only coming home once in a while.
Their mother, a normal, yet slightly prettier than the average Japanese female with long hair that shined in the light and warm, dark brown eyes. She was a lawyer, currently overseas and trusting the three siblings not to cause any damage to the house, and to themselves.
They come and visit once every few months, no longer than 5 months per interval, but only stayed for no longer than 4 weeks.
Kamiko may miss them greatly, but forced herself to only ask them to come home when necessary.
Both Kyoko and Ryohei also have a longing to see their parents, but dismiss their loneliness and found a place within each other each other.
But sometimes, Kamiko is lost at what to do, such as today.
When she caught up with what was happening around Namimori and the incidents and fights, she is ought to be worried and her brother was a victim. She had an urge to call her parents and rage on and on about how messed up this family is. But she surpassed it, and hoped that everything would be okay again, and be all back to the good o' normal days where Namimori was normal, nothing happens and was a bit boring, but safe. The days where she can sit behind the school and no one would talk to her and for her to go on for days without saying single word or syllable.
It was hard to say that she was scared, because she was not, but at the same time, there was a hint of fear and the want to go and hide in a hole, especially when she found out her brother is involved in the mafia.
Now that she thinks about it, everything turned a one-eighty degree for her ever since Tsunayoshi bumped into her, and she honestly wants to know what would happen if she wasn't at that exact spot that day.
She pushed everything to the back of her mind before running to school, taking notice that she was going to be late, and clearly, Kamiko had never been late and she is not in the mood to start now.
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She narrowed her eyes, finding a strange feeling inside her when she saw that the class had a few missing students, less than yesterday, but perhaps they are all staying home in fear of getting hurt with all the new involvements of fights.
She slumped into her chair, dropping her bag down and placing her head lightly on the desk.
She just wants everything to be done and over with. Quickly.
Perhaps it was pure coincidence or perhaps it was faith, but either way, Kamiko knew it had to be something that made her come to this place.
Perhaps it was the sight of seeing the blue-haired male that attracted her attention and somehow gave her the urge to follow him to this abandoned place that used to be an amusement park?
But she wasn't so secretive about it, after all, she walked directly behind him- maybe not directly but close- and he has yet to say a single word or syllable that whole time, so she continued to follow him.
It wasn't until they arrived at the abandoned place that she should've walked back but she didn't.
She knew that he knew that she was follow him, after all, he was smirking and she was absolutely sure that she caught his eyes glance back and looked straight at her yet he just turned his head and continued to walk, as if he was inwardly calling her towards him and she followed.
"Oya oya?" He turned back and faced her when they were at the entrance, face plastered with his usual cocky smirk, "Shame on you for following me"
"…You clearly saw me, yet you still didn't say anything…until now." She tried to keep calm and make her breathing even, but she was sure that he saw through her façade and saw how frighten she was, because after all, she was nothing more than a weak girl who did wrong by following him. She knew nothing about self defense and it was absolute that he would be able to beat her within seconds, with a simple chop to her neck or a punch to the stomach and she was out.
He chuckled, and she found herself a bit more afraid, but then as he held out his hand and smiled she was left with feelings and emotions of confusions, fear slowly drifting away.
She was aware that his smile was not a simple smile of solid kindness, yet it was something more of a smile of acceptance and left her with the sense that perhaps he wants her to join his side in whatever he was doing.
Kamiko was conscious that she couldn't fight and didn't delude herself that she could learn to, and she was for sure that she wasn't the smartest or the kindest and 100% absolute that she was not hero or villain material.
So why was he giving her that smile?
"Would you like to join me?" His voice was soft, yet clear, and she couldn't help but to whisper out something she would always ask.
"Why?"
"…Because you're special, and have something that could help the both of us. After all, wouldn't you want to see a world free of evil and the dirty, dirty Mafia? We could change the world, together. Just join us." And when he sentences it like that, she could see no wrong to accept.
She was already involved by her brother and there was no way out, so why not change it? There was a saying that she could remember from the back of her memories, something along the lines of, 'Since we're all going to die, it's obvious that when and how doesn't matter, what matters is what happens before we die.' She wants to at least change something, and be remembered, no matter how bad or good.
So she reached out.
When Hibari Kyoya entered the park, beating students that was present, he was smirking the whole time.
It barely broke a sweat for him to win every battle, barely sparing a glance and a minute to make the other go unconscious in pain.
When he reached that room, he was smirking, and even through the dark, his smirk was visible.
"Hello. Thanks for coming." A clear voice called out, absolutely calm and knowing, yet ignoring, the battles.
"I've been looking for you for quite some time. Are you behind this little prank?" And Hibari's voice was calm and even, but with a hint of annoyance. Mukuro's eye twitched slightly at the word prank but pushed it aside.
"Kufufu~ Something like that. And I'm also the new order in your town."
"You must be talking in your sleep. Namimori does not need two source of discipline."
"I agree completely. I will become the new order, so you are unnecessary."
Hibari stared with no emotions, but his hands moved to make the spikes on his metal tonfas pop out.
"I can't have that. I'll bite you to death right here." And he smirked.
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"What's that?!"
"Leon's tail was cut."
"Do chameleons lose their tails?"
"This occurrence is…ominous."
Kamiko was aware, but she couldn't move.
She was conscious, mentally, not physically.
She forced herself to stay still, head laying on his lap and body curled. His hand was on her head, brushed her hair slowly whilst he talked with amusement to the other male, the perfect of the school.
This was something she agreed to, to just stay still and let him take over, to let him lead her and for her to stay back and support him mentally.
She felt as if he was foolish to set the conditions, after all, she was nor a genius and if he just let her stay back, she'll be a burden for him to protect, and all she'll do is to sit back and act pretty.
And she doesn't like that.
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Now there was seven flames type and Mukuro had gracefully provided her with the information connection towards the flame and how it works.
Apparently, she has even chances to get either sun flames or mist, something that Mukuro hoped for her to receive.
How they knew this?
She has no idea, but it seems as if Ryohei showed significant signs of obtaining sun flames, meaning one of her parents would have sun flame, and the other should have mist, as stating in a 'supposed ranking.'
She somehow understood the concept that sun flame heals –somehow. Flames should hurt, not heal. Logic.- and mist creates illusions. –what?-
And only currently is mist and sky flames are used visually and be used in action.
She somehow figured she had more chances in getting sun flames than mist, after all, one ranking showed that one of the ability of the sun flame is regeneration, and supposedly could grow back hair and nails at a faster rate, making Kamiko believe that it is the reason why her hair is always so long and no matter how much she cuts it, it grows back at an alarming rate, such as last year, where she cut off a good 12 inches, yet her hair is still long.
Now she's just rambling off.
She had a feeling that sun flame would be a better choice for her, all because she is too much of a wimp to go and create illusions horrifying enough to mentally scar her opponent.
She'd rather go out into the battle fields to heal her team when they need it, giving them the chance to live longer, and if that's all she is needed for, she'll gladly accept it because it means she is worth something.
"…I…don't get it…" Kamiko spoke out, breaking the silence between those two.
"Don't get what?" He tilts his head, indirectly telling her to continue.
"…Why Namimori?" Her face soon twisted into a looking of utter confusion as she caught sight of him smirking and chuckling his weird laughter –kufufu~-
"Because Vongola's tenth boss resides here, in Namimori."
"…Vongola's…tenth…boss…?" Her eyes soon widened, she swears she heard that quote once before.
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"Juudaime! Are you okay? Do I need to blow up this girl for you?" The sliver head male shouted.
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"…Juudaime…?" She inquired, and if she wasn't wrong or mistaken her information, the term 'juudaime' is something along the line of 'tenth' and what other reason would a person call the other 'tenth'. And she was sure that Gokudera-san was implying that term towards Tsunayoshi…
"Oya? Is that what they call him? Would you know who he is?" Mukuro turned towards her, silently and mentally seizing her up and trying to get information out of her.
He knew she would be useful.
"…I know…of him" And she refused to acknowledge their relationship, and in all honestly, that relationship is all of her imagination, thinking he would actually accept someone like her. But when he quickly turned away from her and took extra notice of her sister, she let him ago. But Mukuro, on the other hand, shouldn't and wouldn't know of her sister, and she would try to take hold of this advantage of someone liking or welcoming her more than her twin.
"Kufufu~ Then it should all be easier." His tone was semi-even, rising up a notch towards the end with amusement.
She tilt her head, she really doesn't understand what is going on.
She set the first aid kit down next to him, and although she knows deep within that she has absolutely zero experience and knowledge in medical, she would still try her best to help him because she is meant to be a sun flamer user, goddamnit!
But as she looked over at him and saw all the bruises, and no doubt that there would be a broken rib or two hidden under his clothes. He was unconscious, and she took advantage of that and poked his ribs, cringing as her finger sunk down deeper than what is normal.
Her hands quickly found it's way towards the box, and with inexperienced hands, she took the items out and laid it for her eyes to recognise them better. She bit her lips as she racked her memories to see if she could remember any tips that could help.
She quickly took the instant ice pack and hit it hard and wait for it to turn cold before laying it on Hibari.
She gulped as she looked over at the multiple pill bottles before grabbing a few and seeing if any was aspirin or ibuprofen, and she's not going to lie, it took a while.
She skimmed over the note at the back of the bottle before taking two and placed her hand at the back of Hibari's neck and tilting his head upwards and placing the two tablets in his mouth and shoved water in and forcing it down.
The whole time, she was sweating in fear of Hibari waking up and biting her to death even in his half-dead state.
She worked her way to his bruises and wrapped up some cuts after applying cream. After fixing the box and leaving it next to the unconscious boy, she ran.
Far, far away.
She crawled over to the fallen bowling pins, fixed them and grabbed the ball, stumbling when she underestimated the weight.
"…" She looked over at the other two males, deadpanning at their conversation.
"So how was he, Mukuro-san?" The blond male –Ken- asked with amusement laced in between his words. "The Nami-middle boss. Was his name Suzume? Or was it Ahiru?"
Kamiko couldn't stop her lips from twitching at his words, quickly turning around so that the males wouldn't see her snickering, but she had an inkling feeling that Mukuro was watching her laugh at the small joke about someone who she admires.
"He was a 'miss'. He's laying down there for now." The blue-head looked over at Kamiko, knowing that she had previously gone and tried to help the fallen perfect.
"Hahh. I wonder if he's still alive."
"By the way, where is Chikusa?"
"Kaki-pi went off hunting for number 3. But he's probably saying, 'This is a pain,' by now and may not be able to hold back." Kamiko knew who 'number 3' is, because after all, she was shown the ranking when she had accepted the invite to join them. She didn't know if she's regretting the action or not.
"I understand how he feels. We haven't gotten a 'hit' yet." When Mukuro said this, a shiver went down her spine and her eyes widen at his smirk.
Oh Kami-sama.
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"…" She cringed when she heard a slight rumbling from her stomach. 'Damn. I forgot to eat my bento.'
She went over to her bag, kneeling down and took out her lilac cloth covered bento and opened it, smiling at the aroma that lingered in the air with the steam.
She felt a stare burning into the back of her head and turned around, seeing two male stare deeply into her bento with hunger shown clearly in their eyes.
She sweatdropped.
"…Want?"
They nodded.
She sighed.
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"…Can you make us a bento tomorrow?"
"…"
'Isn't Yamamoto number 2…? Seems like Chikusa's going to get him, after all, if he went to get Gokudera, then it seems more than likely Yamamoto would appear…'
"Mukuro, seems like…'juudaime' wouldn't be in the top 3…strongest out of Namimori" Kamiko's voice and her statement caught Mukuro's attention as he turned to face her.
"Why do you think that?"
"…Number 3, Gokudera Hayato couldn't be as he is the one to address the title to another. Number 2, Yamamoto Takeshi…I have no words. And number 1, Hibari Kyoya…" She paused, and Mukuro frowned.
"…Hibari Kyoya…?"
"It doesn't matter. The boss, if I'm not wrong, is Sawada Tsunayoshi. But…to be fair, he doesn't look the strongest." Kamiko cringed, feeling a slight sense of her betraying someone that was nice to her, but quickly pushed it to the back of her thoughts.
"Oh? You know this because?"
"I go to Nami-Middle." She deadpanned.
"…Kufufu…"
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She winced as a male figure stumbled into the room and dropped dead on the ground, covered in blood.
"Is that you, Chikusa?" Mukuro's voice broke through the tension. "Oh? Did we get a 'hit'?"
Kamiko frowned, if she hadn't mistaken, Chikusa was someone close to Mukuro, and for him to act this way when he just saw the other male covered in wounds was unsettling.
"Is Kaki-pi here?" Ken knelt down near Chikusa. "Kaki-pi, you look lame! You look tattered and barbequed. He's cooked rare and looks delicious." Ken then proceed to wipe away his drool, and Kamiko cringe away with disgust.
"Kanna Ken. He's just unconscious. There's no way Chikusa would return empty-handed without information on the Vongola. Let's wait until he wakes up."
There was a slight in Mukuro's eyes that made Kamiko afraid, but she pushed it down and wondered how confident he is in his two other companion's skills.
She, on the other hand, has no skills.
Except being the cook.
Damnit.
Kamiko turned towards the source of the noise, hearing metal chains rattling together. She slowly pieced everything together and came to the conclusion that Tsunayoshi and his gang arrived at the front gate where the rusted chain was wrapped around. She looked out the window, being careful to not let anyone see her and peered at the group.
Her face turned pale when she saw a pink haired lady threw a plate of a food of some sort that was able to melt through the thick metal. She felt an urge to go and dispose the food she ate earlier.
"…Ugh."
Mukuro caught her voice, turning to look and her and raised a brow when he saw her pale and disgusted face.
"Hmm?"
"…How…poisonous does food have to be to be able to melt through metal…?"
Mukuro was confused, but smirked and laugh.
"Kufufufu~ What imaginative mind you have."
"…Explain that." She pointed out the window.
Mukuro laughed.
She scowled.
Damnit.
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She gaped at the scene of Yamamoto falling down the hole and wondered how he hasn't broken a bone and why he's still laughing. Her eyes twitched at the sight of Ken's tongue out.
But it never really registered to her on how dense Yamamoto could be until she heard him that very moment.
"Ahaha~ You're almost like a dog! Are you playing pretend?"
'Yamamoto. What the heck are you even….'
"Oya? What are you looking at?" Mukuro's voice caught her attention as she slightly jumped.
"…Is Ken…sane?"
"No one who has been involved in the Mafia is."
"...Figured…" Her eyes moved over to stare at Mukuro.
"Hmm?"
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"Did he really say….before he….what."
"The question is why this Yamamoto only serious when his bat was broken."
"…Am I the only sane one here?"
"…Not for long."
"…Tsk."
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"…That's Vongola Tenth."
"…Oya Oya. It's not nice to joke around."
"…That's Sawada Tsunayoshi, the boy whom Gokudera Hayato, otherwise known as 'Number 3' proclaim as 'Juudaime'.
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The group was crowded within the room, where only limited amount of light seem to pass through the ripped curtains.
"Rokudo Mukuro-sama." A strained voice called out, breaking the silence as the mentioned one turn towards the source of sound.
"So you've awakened. It seems that hunting Number 3 was hard work, Chikusa."
Chikusa leaned up and pushed his glass back up before facing the blue-head. Most of his wounded here already wrapped, curtsey of Kamiko, and his prior blooded clothes were changed, not curtsey of Kamiko.
"I made contact with the Vongola boss." He explained.
Mukuro nodded, "It seems so. They've came here to play with us. Ken's been beaten."
Towards the last statement, Chikusa gasped, looking down and made a move to stand up from the bed.
"Don't be in such a rush." Mukuro stated, "Our reinforcements has arrived."
At this, Kamiko glanced around the room, shivering as she look at the other 5 shadows in the room currently.
"…ngh." She made a sound at the back of her throat, standing silently near the other side of the room, away from other.
"Why have you come?" Chikusa questioned, and a bright red haired girl, with her bangs clipped to one side answered with a cheerful voice, "To work, of course! Mukuro-chan pays the best!"
Kamiko deadpanned. 'Mukuro-chan. Pfft.'
The old man in the other corner snickered, ad Kamiko has to force herself not to shiver and run out of the room.
'You should get plenty of rest, Chikusa." Advised Mukuro. "Let's leave the Vongola's team to them."
As he finished his statement, Fuuto dropped his thick book onto the ground.
Kamiko walked towards him and helped him pick it up, frowning slightly at the dull look in the younger's eyes.
"Kufufu~"
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"…Disgraceful"
"Hmm?"
"…Disgraceful! Using such instrument as a weapon!"
"…Oya oya. It's just-"
"Did she just turned it into nunchucks?...No."
"…Kamiko?"
"…I won't stand up to this…shameful misuse of an instrument meant for music and purely passion."
"…" 'Why does she only have courage when it comes to something like this?'
For the moment, Kamiko tuned out everything and wondered if she should really be here.
Now that she really thinks about it, everything was fine before, before when nobody noticed her. And even though it hurts being forgotten, she learnt to get used to it and to not overreact or to want more.
When Tsunayoshi smiled at her, her long years of resolution broke and she found the urge to want attention. She was yearning for human contact, anything really, to know that she was still in this world and is wanted.
She could only go on for so long before it all crashed down.
There was a time in her life when she was treated and spoiled, but it was replaced.
If the infant never told her about her brother's involvement, she'd never had consulted him and questioned his connections.
She sighed and reached into her bag and pulled out her sleek white flute and slowly placed it against her lips, letting out precise puff of air and let her fingers push down on certain bottons, and for awhile, only a calming soft sound was left to float around the room. The room was dark and gloomy, and the music was a questionable decision, making her unsure whether it made things worse or better.
She slowly stopped, letting her breath trail off as she pulled away the flute, opening her eyes from the half-closed motion it was in just previously.
When her attention was fully on her surroundings, she was then aware of the eyes watching her movements and promptly flushed.
"Kufufu~ That was…interesting. Perhaps you should play more often."
Mukuro blinked twice, a bit unnerved from the sudden appearance of flowers popping in the background, colliding with the sparkles.
He did a double take, unbelieving of the glittery eyes that were abnormally large.
He deadpanned.
The girl in front of him is really opening up. He faintly remembered the first time he caught attention of her, hair down and had a gloomy atmosphere around her and when she spoke out, her voice was impossibly quiet and slightly croaky, as if she haven't been speaking for awhile.
That was the day he decided she had potential and he would slowly crack her and make her loyal to him, because who knows how useful she could be.
The second time he meet her, the aura around her was worse, as if she had lots of regrets and was slowly falling into depression, yet her cheeks had a tint of pink and her voice was less rasp, and maybe even slightly cheerful.
And on that faith morning, he saw her following him, not secretively or anything, just directly walking behind him with curiosity shooting out of her. He vaguely thought about where she got the courage from but overtake that by settling that it was the perfect time to get her on this side.
She agreed.
And he actually had to think about if she was just naïve and foolish, but had a hint of relief from the back of his mind.
He actually thought that the Vongola was foolish to let her out like this, because with enough training, she could be deadly. Not in fighting terms, but in other ways, perhaps like hacking or blackmailing. Her threatening could be terrifying. They do say the quiet ones are the most scary.
'And that quote was true, to a certain point.' He mused as he glanced towards the girl whose face was buried into a thick book on medical treatment. There was a slight grin on her face as her eyes scanned the book at an inhumanly fast pace.
She looked toward Ken, crawling over and poking him, glancing back at the book before facing Mukuro.
"…Can I use him…as an experiment? After all, he's already injured so…how bad can it end…" Her voice got quieter with every word.
Mukuro sweatdropped.
'Good luck, Ken.'
'I was told to stay strong, keep fighting; But they don't understand that it was a game that I've already lost at.'
-Anonymous.
Yo! Kamiko isn't what you expected, ay?
And even though it seems like a bit of romance going on (winkwink) this fanfiction is currently and purely just friendship and the kind of love you'll give to your family and friends. I don't intent to put in any romance any time soon, but there would be, probably after or Varia arc.
I'm still wondering how Kamiko would react when Vindice come and get Mukuro and crew, and yada.
Stay tune!
Here's a Kuroko No basuke Omake and what would happen if Kamiko was in that storyline!
Kuroko No Basuke Omake.
"…Aomine-san."
The mentioned male looked up, only to see a girl with long dark brown hair and matching eyes looking down at him with no emotion shown on her face.
He scowled, turning away. 'She's probably only here to tell me to go back to class.'
"…You're on my spot… Please move." At this statement, he looked back at her from his spot on the rooftop ground, seeing her face containing a heavy blush yet she had a determined glint in her eyes.
"…Tch." He pushed himself up into a sitting position and scooted over. She looked back at him, thinking for a moment before plopping herself back onto the ground and opened up a box, which let out a steam of air that reminded Aomine Daiki of his empty stomach that soon let out a loud grumble.
He looked away.
The girl turned to him, debating silently for a second before handing him the bento.
The 5'9 male stared at the box, turning his attention to her for a second before taking a bite.
He paused.
Then promptly digging in the meal.
She stared, unnerved, and then went to her bag and pulled out a melon bun.
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"…Thanks." He said as he handed back the now-empty box. She nodded at him and packed away the box, standing up to dust off any crumbs.
"…Sasagawa Kamiko."
…And walked away.
Teikō Junior High.
Aomine stared at the back of the girl's head, watching closely and began to wondered off on how he never really noticed her before. But he easily put it into conclusion that she looks too normal. She has brown and eyes, like the rest of the student population, san the 'Generation of Miracles'. Although, he realised that her eyes was dull and when she did speak to him on that day, her voice was quiet, but loud, yet quiet.
He frowned.
It makes his head hurts when he thinks about this too much, and lately, his friends began to notice him, all because he is actually arriving in class and just sits there, doing nothing but staring at the girl.
From what he got, she's smart, not a genius, but easily being in the top 5 of the class. She makes tasty food. Really ordinary and average. And that's basically all.
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"Sasagawa Kamiko. Class 2-B. No involvement in any club and placed 2rd in class, after I, Akashi Seijūrō." He spoke out with a carefully controlled voice and even tone, but left no room for questions.
She faintly wondered if he was a stalker, but remembered he is the famous Akashi Seijūrō.
"…That's me…?"
"I am interesting into why you are noticed by Daiki."
Kamiko twitched, She knew there was someone watching her this whole week. She knew it!
"…I am quite sure I did nothing to…catch his interest." She replied.
Sometimes, Kamiko wonders why she enrolled into Teikō Junior High when both her siblings went to Nami-middle. Teikō Junior High is more based on their physical diversion rather than academic, but that doesn't mean that the students aren't smart, but they are more so involved in the sport aspects. Kamiko knows she isn't sporty, by any means, and would choose to stare at trees all day than to go and throw a ball with thousands of mortals watching your every moves and choose to cheer or boo.
But by the end of the day, she figures that it was all just because going to Teikō means that se has her own privacy away from her siblings and the people they interact with, knowing that they would only compare her to her picture-perfect sister and strong-willed brother.
Going to Teikō means that she can sit back and watch as students walk by without looking at her and mistaking her for her sister, even though they look as different as night and day.
Going Teikō means that she can make her own friends without them being taken away by her ideal twin sister, not that she has any friends currently, but that's beside the point.
"That is what I'm trying to figure out." To be frank, Kamiko is slight scared of Akashi Seijūrō. Everyone in the school knows who he is, and they must be living under a rock and buried 100ft into the ground if they don't. Akashi Seijūrō is a prodigy and someone who exceed any expectation, also adding to the fact that his father is extremely strict and his future is to own a company that seems to rocket sky high.
Yeah. Akashi Seijūrō really is something. And Kamiko would do just fine without interacting with that male, so why did he come up to her.
She faintly regrets talking to Aomine Daiki and giving him her lunch, even though she has a slight hate towards eating her own meals. And on that day, she managed to buy a limited edition choco melon bun. So, no harm done.
But what she gotten out of it is a little visit from a redhead.
She tried to register what is going on, before realising she is at a basketball stadium watching a match between Teikō -her school- and a random school that she has no mean in paying attention to.
Kamiko hates stadiums. They are loud and there are people everywhere, touch and screaming into her ear.
She sighed, clutching into a few boxes and wondered why Akashi Seijūrō , The Akashi Seijūrō, ordered her to make 6 lunch boxes and honey soaked lemons.
"And Teikō, as expect won! With a score of 76-58!..."
Kamiko didn't listen, nor did she care. She just stood there, wondering what to do. That was something that was soon answered as her phone vibrated in her pocket. She pulled it out, glancing at it before doing a double take. Normally, only her parents messages her, and ever so rarely call her, and the only contacts she has on the phone was her parents and two siblings. It makes her wonder why she was messaged by the Akashi Seijūrō.
'Go to Teikō's change room. We are waiting. –Akashi Seijūrō.'
She stared at the message before sighing, something she was doing often these past few days.
When she did reach that certain room, she stood in front of it, debating mentally whether to knock or to walk away, and before she made up her mind, the door opened and she was met face to face with a red haired male.
He opened the door wider and pushed her in, with a smirk plastered on his face.
Kamiko would've laughed at the face Aomine Daiki made when he caught sight of her, but she wasn't one to laugh at other's misfortune and just stood there staring back. She lifted the 7 boxes up and handed them over to the former red head, bowed and walked away.
That was what she was meant to do.
"Let's enjoy this meal together."
Had fun writing that. It was something that has been on my mind for awhile and I thought it would be a bit fun to write it. Kamiko has bad luck. Hah.
Bye for now.
Please review. They feed my pitiful writing habits.
