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Kuroko was relieved. As hard as Riko's and Akashi's training regiments had been, it made the warm ups at the studio that much easier.

"Alright," Their director said then, clapping his hands to signal the end of the warm ups. "It's time time to start now."

Kuroko felt his stomach jolt. Warm butterflies did acrobatics in his stomach as he felt the excitement encompass him.

"The song we are going with today is less intense then our other ones. It's about a Soda type of beverage. We're going to go for more of a 'night time alive' kind of feel. The song is 'The Time Our Lives' by the artist Pitbull. Of course a fast beat means a rapid dance."

Kuroko almost wilted. He hoped all of it would be worth it.

Glancing around at his group, he sudden felt sure it would be.

...

"Come on, Tet-chan! "

Kuroko sighed as he ignored the odd gazes his teammates were giving Takao as the male called him from his place by the gym doors. They had just finished up practice and were getting ready to disperse. The leaves were slowly changing and fading, the air chilling outside.

It was almost odd about their new schedule to meet up after school and practice now. Of course, after a small rest from the practice of basketball.

"I'm coming, Takao -kun, " Kuroko answered his friend, placing his bag on his shoulder.

"Why don't you just call me Kazunari -kun, already? " Takao asked even as Kuroko joined him.

"Because it will make me uncomfortable, " Kuroko answered, straight laced as always, but Takao saw the small light in his eyes that made him think that the boy was picking on him.

"It's not nice to pick on people, you know? " Takao grinned, elbowing Kuroko lightly. Kuroko only smiled, his eyes beginning to shine once more.

"Hey, " the soft growl of Kagami 's voice made both boys turn to the team of high-schoolers watching both of them. "Since when did you two get so close?"

"I'm wondering that myself," Riko said, her arms crossed as she stared at them.

"A few months ago," Takao answered, a bright smile stretching across his face. "Tet-chan is too cute for me too ignore!"

Kuroko sighed in apparent exasperation. "Takao -kun. "

Takao laughed, his eyes alight. "Gomen, Gomen. The reactions are just too good to miss."

Kuroko sighed again and turned to his team, his eyes calm pools of glacier waters.

"Takao and I joined a club. We have club activities and our senpais in the club can be very short tempered. "

Kuroko's explanation smoothed over the team in a wave similar to that of cool water. It calmed the arguments, even if just for the time that he and Takao used to leave the gym.

The closing gym door echoed loudly in the room of momentarily shocked students.

...

"Whoa. "

Takao's awed word echoed through the silent room in Himuro's slight bigger than normal house. Said male was sitting on the edge of the middle table in front of the couch. He and the rest of thier group had made themselves comfortable around the hard wood floor and the couch.

They had all gathered there to watch the end product of all their hard work on the Soda commercial.

They were not disappointed

"That one was better than the others ones, " Takao spoke, thinking of the scenes in the commercial that had upgraded it from the others on a completely different level.

The upbeat music, the heat and mist of the club in the commercial, the sweat inducing dancing and the short slow motion clips caught of it. Blinding music and sounds.

All of it fit together for a tantalizing mix of light, visual, and sound that got the viewer in the mood for a night out.

"It's crazy how good they are," Himuro smiled and the rest of his group nodded even as Kasamatsu spoke.

"Yeah, but the chance of us just being able to stop and fade into history quietly are very remote, now. At this point, the world may never let us go. "