A/N Sorry for all the extra errors in advance.
And I managed to get this published, like, fifty some minutes before midnight, so it's still technically on a Sunday.
A Reply To A Review:
HannokiKaen: Thanks again for the review. Kiyoshi's pretty fun to write, and since he's always seemed sort of cheerfully untouchable to me, I had fun adding some vulnerability to him. Glad you enjoyed it! :D
Timeline: One year after the end of Prince of Tennis (that includes all the U-17 shenanigans that will be completely glossed over except for the occasional mention of some high schoolers and some tennis moves that the characters learned during that time) when all the third-years are in their first year of high school, after Inter High but before Winter Cup, at the start of season 2 (this story will be going through Winter Cup)
Warnings: Fem!Ryoma, Fem!Kuroko, Nice!Akashi, Akashi and Kuroko as cousins, somewhat altered timeline (due to gender switches and all), dark themes (like with all my stories), BS tennis and basketball moves, potential (extreme) OOCness, cussing, SomewhatOverprotective!GOM, eventual and inevitable GOM/multiple other characters bashing, obvious partiality to multiple other characters
THIS STORY TAKES SOME INSPIRATION FROM PRINCESS OF MIRACLES AND THE ICE PRINCESS OF RIKKAIDAI by Starian NightZz (you guys should read those stories if you haven't yet). If you see some similarities, please note that this is why, and that I will try my best to come up with original ideas.
And sorry that this is a bit late, but this story only follows the anime. I have not read the manga, and will not search through it for everything I need to make this story as canon as possible, so just a (belated) little warning.
And another really late note: sorry for not mentioning this way earlier, but I have found that I am also drawing inspiration from the crossover fic A Friendship Of Sorts by herondalefan. Maybe some of you have noticed, maybe you haven't. Sorry for not mentioning this earlier! (But seriously, if you guys are still reading this fic, you'd love this crossover fic. It's ridiculously well-written!)
Another late addition to the plethora of permanent A/N stuff: if it's not already obvious, I have taken A LOT of inspiration from many different fics and fused those ideas with some original ones of my own. If I'm to be honest, naming all of the fics that inspired me would be a pain for both you and me. To not waste both your and my time, I'd just like to ask that if you guys think that my fic parallels a bit too closely to another fic that you've read before, or one that you have written, or that if you think that I have outright stolen an idea, either leave a scathing review or PM me. (though you guys are all really sweet about my fic-I swear, I haven't gotten a single hate review or flamer yet, so props to you guys XD)
Disclaimer: Neither Prince of Tennis nor Kuroko no Basuke belong to me.
Twenty Sixth: Wings
Kagami is grateful that his teammates understand, or at least, if they don't, they trust him enough to leave the inside to him, despite the fact that he can hardly be considered the poster child for intelligence and tactical plays.
Murasakibara's eyes drill into the top of his head from all the way up there, and Kagami's neck and spine are tingling in the bad kind of way. His ears catch on the sound of scuffing shoes to his right, where Izuki-senpai and Tatsuy-Himuro are. The tension is rising with every second that passes and number five continues to dribble the ball in place, slanted eyes darting around court.
The Yosen player's jaw sets, and then he's in form, jumping up into the air and releasing the ball.
"Crap!" Izuki-senpai exclaims, unable to react in time.
"It's an alley-oop!" Captain shouts, and Kagami turns just in time to watch Murasakibara jump up, reaching for the ball. Kagami follows the purple-haired giant into the air, arm reaching the same height as his just as the ball lands in Murasakibara's grip.
"All we have to do is pass," number five declares from his position behind Kagami, even as Murasakibara brings his arms backward, dunking the ball behind his head, the overwhelming force pushing Kagami's arms down and hid body back. "After all, our center is Murasakibara."
It's a bit disarming, to hear the sincere and genuine faith this guy's teammates seem to have in him.
"Kagami-kun!" Tetsuya's voice sounds more panicked than usual, and Kagami sends her a reassuring smile as he steadies himself once he manages to stand up.
Murasakibara lands a second later, wobbling for a moment before straightening and turning towards him. "Do you really think that you can stop me alone?" His eyes are slanted, pupils dilated as he looks down his nose at Kagami, who only stares defiantly back. "Don't be so conceited, Kagami."
His hackles raise, and he lifts his chin, spitting out through gritted teeth, "Do you really think that I'm playing basketball alone? I'll do what it takes to win. I'll stop you for sure."
Number four starts with the ball, immediately guarded by Izuki-senpai. Kagami's away from the center, guarding Tatsu-Himuro. He can still feel Murasakibara staring him down from across court, but he doesn't let it bother him, breathing in deeply and sharpening his focus.
(He's grown a lot.)
Number four doesn't hesitate at the change in formations, sneaking a pass past Izuki-senpai. Tat-Himuro breaks past Kagami, grabbing hold of the ball, and then he's breaking, turning and streaking towards Murasakibara. There's a flurry of movement as all the Yosen players immediately follow after their teammate, and Kagami can only stare in confusion because he doesn't remember them doing anything like this in the last three quarters.
And then he's suddenly circling back around, coming up in front of Kagami, dark eyes wide and dangerous, sleek hair flying everywhere in a whirlwind of destruction, and Kagami can smell how powerful he is. It's like a potent spice, rich and tangy and he's going to be burned if he dares to take him on.
There's no choice to be made though because no one else on Seirin is in the right position to do anything but watch and rtest the weight of their hopes and dreams on Kagami's, on the ace's, shoulders. He gladly accepts.
Kagami lowers his head, sets his feet wide, raises his arms, "You're not going anywhere!"
The Yosen player responds in kind, tension crackling between them, and it hits Kagami right then and there that this game is a turning point in their relationship, for good or for worse. "Do it, if you can!"
His knees bend, and then Himuro is driving forward with all the intensity of a striking snake. Hs feet shift towards the left, and Kagami turns to follow when he blinks and Himuro's figure flickers out of existence because he had never been there in the first place. A sharp draft presses against Kagami, and he whirls round to find that his opponent is already past him, moving with a grace that's usually lost on court. Seriously? His fakes are good enough, but he's going even faster now!
"Muro-chin, stop!"
In the difference between a tenth and a ninth of a second, Himuro brakes, screeching to a halt and pulling his arm back, masterfully steering the ball with a single hand away from Tetsutay's outstretched hand. If not for her eternal poker face, Kagami's sure that she would be full-on pouting as she lowers her arm and falls back, settling into a defensive position, cool blue eyes locked on Himuro's frame.
Kagami rushes forward, followed by the rest of his teammates, inserting himself in between Himuro and the basket. A flash of white draws Kagami's attention to his face, and ice drips down his spine when he sees the expression Himuro is sporting. His teeth are gritted to the point that his jaw trembles with the effort and force, and his eyes are wide in a way that reminds Kagami of fucking Hanamiya Makoto and Akashi Seijūrō and Aomine Daiki-basically, every single fucking person that makes his heart beat faster, his muscles shake, his skin break out into cold sweat, and his mouth go dry.
He doesn't have time to ruminate any further on this because number five is shouting, "Himuro, pass!", and Himuro is shifting towards him, hands reaching out with the ball that Captain is reaching out for when the afterimage disappears and Himuro is ducking past Captain on his other side, dribbling the ball low to the ground. In an almost mocking manner, he continues onwards, straightening and taking steps in long, graceful swoops that leave so many openings. Maybe it's another trick, though, another illusion.
Kagami never thought before that anyone other than Tetsuya would make him question what he sees with his very own eyes.
He slides his right foot in front, arms loose and ready as Himuro continues directly towards him, the world around them erasing itself until only they, the court beneath their feet, and the basket behind him are left.
"Kagami!" Himuro's snarl is loud and shocking and full of anger. He sets his feet, leaping up until his hips are at eye level, but Kagami doesn't waver.
He knows what's going on now.
The truth behind the Mirage Shot is that he's releasing the ball twice. First he jumps and snaps the ball straight in the air at the peak of his jump. Then he catches the ball and shoots it again. To an ordinary player, it simply seems like he released the ball twice. However, Himuro's skills are so elegant, even his fakes look like real shots. When he does it, his first release makes the air shimmer, concealing the ball on his second release. In other words, in order to stop him, I have to delay my block!
He waits another long second before jumping up, arm reaching out to slam the second release out of the air, but something's wrong. Himuro still hasn't released the ball.
Another chill runs down Kagami's spine as his eyes meet Himuro's, and they're frosty with the intention to freeze and destroy. "I know you know."
His wrists snap up and the ball arcs over Kagami's fingers. He shot the ball on the first release!
"Did you think that my Mirage Shit was just some sort of trick shot?" The condescension filled whisper is more than enough to further infuse Kagami's body with ice, slipping in and infecting him all the way to his bone marrow. "I can shoot on either release after seeing how my opponent times their jump. Knowing how it works is useless. No one can touch the Mirage Shot."
Kagami doesn't see, but he can hear the ball sink neatly into the basket, the swish of the net unpunctuated by any other sound.
Kagami grits his teeth, breathing sharply as frustration roils under his skin. I can't win like this, but...if I could just enter the Zone like I did against Aomine...
And if he can't even do that, what kind of an ace would he be?
Izuki-senpai passes the ball to Tetsuya, who shoots it up with a Phantom shot hastily, her face scrunching slightly. The ball hits the rim and bounces off, and the desperation Kagami feels further rises. Their offense is collapsing, their defense is already in shambles, and Kagami can't seem to do anything about it, not even enter the fucking Zone.
He handsa curl into fists.
If their full-court defense is broken, Seirin won't be able to do anything.
Number five dribbles down court with the rebound, quickly tailed by Izuki-senpai. The ball is thrown forward, caught by Murasakibara who slams a dunk above Kagami.
Himuro scores another basket, bringing the score to 58-49 in Yosen's favor three minutes into the last ten.
Kagami stands under the basket, head lowered, hands braced on his knees. He takes another deep breath, but the air isn't doing anything to calm whatever chaos is currently reigning supreme in his mind, in his body, inside of him. He can hear his teammates bemoaning the score, can imagine them blaming him for it and they would be right-completely, one hundred percent right that he's letting them down. The ace meant to carry them to the heavens is instead dragging them through the dust and no matter how hard he tries, the door before him just won't budge. The wall refuses to be broken down, and Kagami has never been the smartest guy but when it comes to basketball, he's always been able to.
Instead, his confidence and his peace of mind are both being stripped away, shattered to pieces under the feet of the two monsters on Yosen's team.
"It's too reckless," he hears Izuki-senpai remark, and he resists the urge to twitch, to say any sign of him doing anything other than breathing and attempting to calm down. "Does Kagami have some kind of plan?"
His fists grow tighter, and Kagami feels the urge to-to hit something or someone, just get all this frustration and anger out when Tetsuya's calm voice stops him. "It's not that I think he doesn't have a plan. I'm sure that he does. He wouldn't be trying si hard if he didn't. But I get the feeling that we can't keep doing this."
Kagami grits his teeth and slowly straightens up, letting his head fall back and thump against his spine. The sudden motion causes a sickening cracking sound as his neck is snapped up and back, but it does a good job of clearing his head somewhat. As always, Tetsuya knows exactly what to say and do to make him feel better. Even with her conviction, though, that doesn't negate the fact that Seirin is in a tight pinch right now.
They need to figure something out.
Izuki-senpai starts with the ball, passing it to Kagami who dribbles past the rest of the players. He launches himself up, arm with the basketball aiming for the basket when Murasakibara's arm comes flashing in, striking the ball out of his grip and out of bounds.
"Out of bounds! Black ball!"
"Damn it," Kagami grumbles under his breath, the frustration and anger and self-loathing coming back as he jogs towards the ball. He comes to a stop, eyes widening when he sees where it is.
Inside of Kise Ryouta's hands, who stands not far away from the rest of his team. Are they even allowed down here?
"Why do you look so miserable?" Kise remarks casually, his usual smile and childish look gone. The blonde only ever gets serious on court, or when he's addressing something related to basketball.
It's a weird transformation.
"Kise."
Unusual yellow eyes that suddenly remind him of another girl, one that he isn't all that close to but apparently knows Akashi and Aomine and is practically attached to Tetsuya's hip when she's not on a basketball court. Their eyes are both such rare colors-a bright yellow, except Echizen's are more golden than yellow. Much prettier and much less harsh than Kise's.
The blonde closes his eyes, raising his chin. "Oh? Sorry, I mistook you for someone I knew." His eyes slit open, and there's nothing pretty about the coldness in his eyes, "Who are you?"
Kagami's eyebrows furrow and he leans forward slightly. "Huh? What are you-"
Kise's chin tilts up, and he stares down his nose at Kagami. "I don't know any idiots who rely on anything when they play basketball." Kagami recoils slightly, jaw trembling with the strain of grinding his teeth together. Kise casually spins the all on his finger before tossing it to Kagami, who catches it before it hits his chest. "Looks like I'll be playing Murasakibaracchi in the semifinals." He looks past Kagami, tilting his head to the side, face lightening into a smile. "I look forward to playing you."
"You're right," Murasakibara responds just as casually. "Actually, I'm in a game right now. Don't talk to me."
The flippant way that they're talking over Kagami as if he doesn't exist...kind of pisses him off.
"Excuse me, sir, we're currently in the middle of a game. Please step off court right now or we'll have to call security down."
Kise throws his arm up in a mocking sort of wave as he turns his back on them, making his way back to his team. "That someone I knew was far scarier in our practice game."
He doesn't say anything else, and Kagami grits his teeth as he bounces the ball back in. Relying on something? When have I ever relied on anything when playing basketball? All I could do then was fight recklessly. I was far weaker then and I couldn't even enter the Zone. If anything, that was natural, but I-
Oh. Well. Shit, I really am an idiot.
As if sensing his thoughts, Tetsuya remarks dryly, "Kagami-kun, it looks as if you've reached enlightenment."
He ignores her remark, instead asking, "Tetsuya, have you ever entered the Zone?"
"The Zone? I don't know, but in any case, I don't think it's something that can be entered into so easily." It's a silent reprimand, and Kagami lets out a short laugh.
"You're right." Closing his eyes, he brings his hands up and slap both his cheeks simultaneously.
"Kagami?" he hears Captain ask.
Lowering his hands, Kagami takes another deep breath, and this time, he really does calm down. "No matter how much it hurts, I just have to do whatever I can now."
Warmth curls in the pit of his stomach at the small smile that graces Tetsuya's face in response to his words.
Number eleven races up to the basket for a layup, but Kagami's a couple steps ahead, leaping up with all his strength, and he loves the burning in his legs and his arms.
Number eleven changes his grip on the ball, bringing it down and passing it around Kagami's body to number four, who slams the ball into the basket forcefully.
Kagami frowns slightly, even as the whistle blows. "Seirin High, time out!"
He and the rest of his teammates make their ways to the bench. He's surprised to find that Coach isn't standing there, waiting for them with a tight smile and a reassuring look in her eyes. Once they're all seated with towels draped over their necks and water bottles in their hands, Koganei-senpai stands in front of them, flanked by Tsuchida-senpai and Fukuda. "I've got a message from the coach. Kuroko, Hyuuga, and Izuki triple-team Himuro. Kagami and Mitobe will handle the inside. Reduce Kagami's defensive range to the paint."
"We may be able to reduce the number of Himuro's attacks," Captain remarks, taking a swallow of water, "but we'll suddenly be weak on the inside."
Izuki-senpai chimes in with, "If we're not providing enough defense, we should focus on our goals, even if it leaves us open."
"Yeah, but..."
Kagami feels Captain's gaze on him, and he doesn't hesitate. "Roger that. I couldn't do what Murasakibara's doing. Sorry. In any case, I'll focus on the paint."
He glances towards Captain, only to blink when faced with the wide eyes of the rest of his teammates, "...What?"
A slightly muffles giggle sounds to his right, and it's his turn to stare in shock as Tetsuya hides her mouth behind her thin wrist, usually closed off eyes glittering with mirth. "Sorry, sorry. It's just...character development at its finest."
She cracks up again, and Kagami is too mesmerized by the rare display of emotion to question her on her questionable explanation.
The buzzer sounds, and Kagami steps out onto court first, much calmer than before. Harsh though it may have been, he had needed Kise's verbal throw down into reality.
Yosen starts with the ball, and it circulates around court before landing in number four's hands. He jumps up for a basket, but Kagami quickly follows, hand thrown up in a block. The ball grazes his fingers, and the ball bounces off the rim. Before he even lands, Murasakibara follows up with a putback dunk.
Kagami takes a deep breath, calmness pulsing in and out of his veins. (He's doing this.)
In the following few plays, Kagami manages to keep the ball away from the basket, and he can tell that some of them are getting annoyed-Murasakibara especially.
Izuki-senpai tosses the ball towards Captain when Murasakibara grabs hold of it with his long arm, dribbling in the opposite direction.
"Crap!"
"Get back!"
"It's a counterattack!"
Kagami's lips curl up, and then he's running, the air pushing back against him but it means nothing when he cuts through it the way a knife does butter. Murasakibara is in the air already, ball mere centimeters away from sinking into the basket, but then Kagami's on him, jumping up and pushing back with all his strength. One second of an intense battle, both mental and physical, and then the ball is pushed out from in between both of their hands, hurtling backwards.
They land at the same time, and Murasakibara draws himself up to his full height, growling out his name like its a curse, but Kagami isn't even paying attention to him.
Instead, his eyes are on blue-haired girl as she states, more to him than to anyone else, "I truly believe that Kagami-kun is Seirin's light."
Those are the last things his mind fully comprehends before all manner of thinking is shut down and he steps past the threshold of the Zone.
It seems more intense than before.
Faster, stronger, sharper.
Kuroko can only watch in a strange mixture of awe and terror as Kagami pressures Yosen without once stepping beyond his set boundaries. Red light crackles throughout the stadium, and Kagami's eyes are unfocused yet focused at the same time-one hundred percent zoned in on every nuance of the basketball, zoning out everything else.
Fukui picks up the ball, heading forward before pulling back as Kagami steps in between him and Murasakibara on the inside.
"Oi!" Himuro calls, and the ball is passed up to him. Kuroko moves ti the left, mirroring his movements when her ears catch onto something else, something that doesn't match up with what she sees, but by then it's too late, and thr phantom she had been chasing disappears in a flash.
She grits her teeth as Himuro continues onwards. Now that she isn't looking at him, she can hear the different patterns of his feet on the ground, telltale signs of exactly where he's heading. It annoys her greatly, the fact that she still relies so much on her sight despite training so hard, despite Echizen having gone through so much trouble just to improve Kuroko's basketball. She just wishes that she can apply what she has learned without hesitation, yet here she is.
Still, that doesn't mean that this is the end of the line, and her hand curls into a fist as she turns around, just in time to watch as Himuro comes up in front of Kagami. He pulls back, jumps up, ball in position and Kagami quickly follows him up into the air, arm up.
"He jumped on the first release?"
Himuro throws the ball up in its first release, but Kagami's still there, still in the air. Kuroko's jaw slackens slightly.
He looks like he's flying.
Himuro releases the ball, and Kagami slaps it out of the air.
"Nice block!"
"He stopped the Mirage Shot!"
Kuroko snaps out of her daze just enough to grab the ball, dribbling it down court.
"Crap! Get back!"
Two Yosen players come up in front of her to block, and she's readying herself to execute her Pjantom Drive when Kagami shouts, "Tetsuya!"
She immediately changes courses, twisting her wrist and passing it to Kagami, who comes to a stop at the three-pointer line. He executes a perfect three, turning around before it even sinks into the basket, knowing with one hundred percent certainty that it would go in,
Kuroko blinks. For a moment, she saw Midorima.
"Amazing..." she breathes, eyes following her light. Pride swells in her chest. Do you see, Seijūrō, Aomine-kun? He isn't a mistake. Seirin isn't a mistake.
Fukui starts with the ball again, teeth gritted, clearly frustrated and tense.
"Give it to me!" Murasakibara calls, raising a hand, and Fukui delivers, the ball landing solidly in the giant's hands. Murasakibara, bends his knees, jumping up and whirling around in the air, the full force of his leg strength propelling him up, up, and forward when all of it is just stopped by Kagami.
His hands grip the basketball as he holds the two in place. Kuroko can only stare in shock, This power doesn't just come from being in the Zone...he's adding power by jumping forward. Even so...
Not even Aomine would be able to disregard this feat.
Kagami forces the ball out of Murasakibara's hands, pushing him back, and as Yosen's ceter lands, he falls back, barely able to catch himself with one hand braced against the ground.
Even in the Zone, Kagami is able to focus enough to say, "Sorry, I used too much strength."
What a smart-ass.
Only someone in the Zone could possibly stop Kagami now. It's not likely that any of Yosen will be able to enter the Zone. After all, the most basic stipulation to entering the Zone would be to stake everything on the sport being played. In broader, more general terms, one would have to love basketball more than anything. Murasakibara has the body, the talent, the skill-but the one thing he lacks is the most important of all. Of the Generation of Miracles, he's the most naturally talented, but he'll never be able to enter the Zone. He lacks the the drive, the motivation, the passion, the love for basketball.
As for Himuro...well...he just has...problems.
Kuroko slips in between two players, easily intercepting a pass between Fukui and Murasakibara. She feels Kagami breeze past her and before Fukui can still the ball back, she punches the ball towards him. He plucks it out of the air without a problem, eating up the distance with long strides. Himuro comes up, face set into a snarl. Kagami pushes forward, feet dancing across the ground, and in a fake on par with Himuro's ducks to the left before whirling around Himuro's right when he falls for it. Murasakibara guards the basket behind Himuro, eyes narrowed, arms widespread. Kagami jumps at the freethrow line, his bent knees at the moment of launching propelling him forward. Murasakibara follows, and for all the laws of physics (and common sense), Kagami should be landing on the ground first, should be descending first-except he isn't.
Instead, Murasakibara is falling, eyes wide in disbelief as Kagami continues to float in the air, a bird hovering with outstretchef wings, and it's absolutely ridiculous and impossible.
Air walking.
Right over Murasakibaras hand, he slams the ball into the basket, nailing it in. The audience bursts into approving cheers, shrill whistling, and Seirin is smiling as the buzzer sounds for a timeout and the two teams make their ways to their respective benches.
The score is 64-60 with three minutes left of the game. In just four minutes, Kagami had almost single-handedly managed to reduce the point gap by five against the best defense team of the nation.
"Amazing!" Koganei gushes, flapping his arms up and down in excitement, "We could really win this! Kagami's too amazing!"
"Hey! It's too easy to celebrate," Aida reprimands rather sharply, always the voice of reason.
Kuroko glances towards Kagami, who sits on the edge of the bench, water bottle forgotten in his hands. He must be tired. It's honestly quite an accomplishment, the fact that he's managed to last this long already. Hopefully, he'll be able to last for the rest of the game.
Her attention is drawn from Kagami to Yosen's bench when she hears the sound of skin hitting skin and a loud crunch.
Himuro stands before Murasakibara, eyes wide, teeth gritted, fists clenched. The knuckles of his right hand are red, already beginning to swell, but he doesn't seem all that concerned about them. He grabs hold of Murasakibara's collar, pulling the giant up, the red mark on his cheek shining under the fluorescent lighting. "That's enough, Atsushi! The game's not over yet!"
For someone so cool and collected, it's strange to see him really upset.
"Ow," Murasakibara grumbles. "It's so annoying when you get hot-blooded. Besides, you're even more useless against Kagami than me. Can't you tell he's better than you?"
Cruel, Kuroko decides, watching as Himuro slowly straightens, his grip loosening as his face slackens. Crueller all the more because he knows where to hit where it hurts the most yet doesn't know the consequences.
Yet another reminder that Himuro will never be good enough. He'll never be chosen. He'll never be able to enter the Zone because although he's good, although he's almost at the level of the Generation of Miracles, he'll only ever be the best an ordinary man can be.
It hurts to say that, because all Kuroko is doing is admitting to herself that hard work doesn't mean anything. That in the end, prodigies are prodigies and will always triumph. It hurts, but Kuroko's okay with that.
Because with a team, even the strongest of prodigies will fall. Whether or not Himuro understands, or feels the same way-that's something that Kuroko doesn't know, not right now.
"I know." Himuro's voice is soft, broken. "I know that. I've always been jealous of his abilities. But you have what I desperately want, and you're trying to throw the game." From here, Kuroko can't tell, but she swears she sees a something drop onto Murasakibara's cheek. "You're making me crazy with rage."
Murasakibara answers in a low, unyielding tone. Cruel. "Get away from me. That's so annoying. Anyway, I can't believe you're crying." So she hadn't imagined it. "I sort of noticed, but I didn't know you felt this strongly. Actually, this is the first time I've been amazed by how much someone repulses me. I guess I'll stay on court until the end of the game." Murasakibara stands up, easily shaking off Himuro's grip on his jersey. "Masako-chin..."
"I told you to call me Coach!"
"Could I have a hair tie?"
Kuroko's eyes widen and she stiffens slightly.
"Kuroko?" Hyuuga-senpai blinks when Kuroko slowly turns around, eyes wide, paler than she usually is. "What's wrong?"
"We're in big trouble. They're more dangerous than ever."
Murasakibara Atsushi: 9
Himuro Tatsuya: 12
Wei Liu: 11
Okamura Kenichi: 4
Fukui Kensuke: 5
Yosen-Seirin game ends in the next chapter! Look forward to it! XD
Yeah. Peace, see ya next time, hope you liked it!
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