A/N: Aaand, it was not a double update. Sorry again for the letdown. Actually, I had the halfway draft for the last three weeks but I was completely drowned with meh werk, werk werk, werk, werk. Gotta finish the year end activities, and all those stuffs. Sigh. Well, I'll be damned. Another community adopted this series, so thanks for that. I guess? And like always, it's categorized again on those rare specs. Anyways, getting back on the story, and as you may or may not know, the title of the series has finally fleshing out its real purpose. I don't really know what kind of approach is this, but I think I'm doing it in a way that everyone has a mask to uncover. It may not be as grandiose as any award giving body, I just hope you like how I'm serving it.
For this chapter, I like to introduce Murasakibara (at last). You won't believe, I slayed it (I think?). Midorima will play the introductory part, and another suitor will pay his respects. God, you'll love him again. Oh, and there's another angst on the later part. Dear kind readers, enjoy!
Warning: I have no medical claims in the coming revelation. Suppose that there's non-fiction in here, combining it with fiction would not be a big deal, right? It's fanfiction. Get it?! Please, get it!
[Disclaimer] I do not own KnB, just the plot of this fic.
Finders Keepers
"Who's there?!," his question resembled a demand of sort. The mighty figure from earlier become lump as a spoiled eggplant. Midorima, being the fanatic of Oha-Asa astrology services, was also quite perceptive in the field of paranormal activities. And it's not that it remind him of his ultimate crush, but come to think of it, what if Kuroko got into this predicament again (fainting because he soaked too long)? It's possible that he might not be residing on the same tub that he's in like yesterday.
Spit drifted back to his esophagus, as he swallowed a handful of it. He needed to tone down if he's dealing with him. For quite a long time, he knew he'd been rude with his voice. Now that there are no other Generation of Miracles around, he's not going to repeat the same mistake he did. That, by little, the green haired megane could be understood, especially in the case of his romantic endeavor. Carefully, and not as the same level of a snotty girl, he asked another question inside the room, "K-Kuroko, are you here?"
Murasakibara found this hilarious, so he adjusted his vocal prowess to imitate their Phantom Sixth Man, "Midorima-kun."
Turned out, it was squeaky low. Aomine, visibly frustrated, wanted to punch him again for playing around. He took advantage of his neck raising position, and played his cocky attitude. Everyone (now) knows that all of them liked Tetsu, but hell, does he really need to do that? Acting like a prince of a castle, and handling him as if he was the princess. The nerve, man. If that was Tetsu, he would probably do the same, and hit him in his gut.
So, what now? It's potentially clear that they need to back out under their circumstances. There's no effin' way that he'll believe that poor performance. Any Tetsu lover would tell that it's a complete fallacy.
"Kuroko." or so he thought. Aomine saw in the smile of the purple giant that he's going to pursue this route. Midorima pulled out from the container of warm water, trying to sight some moving body in his handicapped vision. He, of course, doubted the voice, but what he thought was, maybe it changed because he soaked in the water for too long (again). Biting his lower lip, err, should it still be lips or leave it like that since it's not a pair that's indicated.. a-anyhow, he did that as he move, and search around.
PLOOP. His zombie-like trance aimlessly proceeded in that direction. It seems like a sound of something that was raised from the tub.
"Don't come," said the irregular voice. Ostensibly, he already signaled Aomine to fetch their primary objective.
Midorima stopped midway, complying with the request. Right. He's also not covered with anything. The silky white skin that he imagined was defenseless in his position. And when thought about that, his body flexed on its own. His feet resumed in his merry walking, off to the paradise that he dreamt of. He would just have to chant a hollow excuse when he get there. It goes with guys not being ashamed with one another when they're naked. Hail Mary, just let him see him up close, and feed his desire. He shouldn't be worried though, he'll just examine. It's a promise.
Touch. He grabbed some kind of flesh with his arms fully extended. The Shutoku Ace skipped a beat in that contact of heat. Who would have ever thought that his small changes could be paid off in this matter of time? Or is this a divine blessing from Oha-Asa, brought upon his consistent patron? Maybe not. It's basically, and only referred as effort. This is the result of him, diminishing his tsundere acts. 'Finally, some alone time with Kuroko', he thought. A bottle of sake would be preferable if they're not underage. And some post scrubbing, if he want. Heh. How he wanted to spend some time with him, of so many things he wanted to show him. That Midorima Shintarou could afford a beautiful view, just for his beloved.
Behind the foggy area, it was Murasakibara's right arm which was cupped by the horoscope freak. The feeling of disgust welled [quickly] inside him. He tried to shake away from him, and complained, "S-Stop."
*Kuroko's leg improved.. no doubt, it'll be like this after all his practices,* surely, he was proud of his unofficial bae. He didn't really mind, when he realized that it's somewhat bigger, the voice also. He's only thinking of the passing specialist, and nothing more. Formation of #FF69B4 hex value shadowed his cheeks, *I-I'm only checking.. it's not that I..*
WHOOOO! *Are~. Why am I flying?*
The purple giant executed an uppercut. It was an obvious molestation, no room for proper discussion. He's breathing hard, after what had happened, fist still closed. Believe it or not, this was the first time he hit someone directly.. 'cause mostly, he only threatened someone by opening his big hand in his face. The same thing he did to Kuroko's secret suitors. Somehow, the rage built up in his chest subsided in an instant as he achieved the satisfying feeling of hurting his love rival. He thought that it wasn't that bad, despite the fact that he was surprised with his action.
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Midorima's landing wasn't that fatal—it didn't damage the portion of his skull, nor his face. His butt, must have been an amplifying factor for a safe trip. He mesmerized the feeling, and thought that Kuroko has gotten strong - that kick could almost leave him unconscious. He touched his jaw, checking if he lost something. Good thing, he didn't. Everything was still in intact, except there's blood coming down his princely nose, *Eeeeh.*
He looked again from where the figure had stood earlier. And oh, he's sorry that he's not sorry for what he have done. The act has been done, so he better take responsibility of ending it.
As he got a closer (blurred) look, this time, it troubled him since he grasped that he was taller than the usual Kuroko. He banished the idea of touching the strange fit, and stared at it, from upper, down to his groin part, *Unggh.. why is he wearing shorts inside the tub.. what is he, a kid?*
"Oi.. where are you lookin' at, Midorima," said the big guy. From the rough and insensitive intonation, he recognized immediately his voice, "Kagami."
The proud, aloof student of the prestigious Shutoku High, transformed back to his cool composure. NO SIGN of softness from earlier's affair.
Kagami, with a much clearer eye sight, he noticed right away his injury, "Hey! Your nose is bleeding.. are you alright?"
He shot his usual, high and mighty glare. Midorima adjusted his, huh? He doesn't have his glasses on. Either way, he acted sophisticated, touching the upper part of the bridge of his nose, "I'm fine.. it's none of your concern -nanodayo." By then, he swiped off the sanguine plasma coming down from his nostrils.
"Ah so~. (oh, so that's how it is.)," why did he even bother, anyway. These Generation of Miracles have some cocky attitude, did he forget about that? Each one of them had their feet floating above the ground. The hell with them. It really pissed him to death. Yeah, confidence was fine, but that thin line between being arrogant sounded deflating. He couldn't take the air they're emitting for belittling other people and remarking themselves to be very important.
The red haired stud continued grumbling as he went into the water. This made the other guy to comment on his mind, *Huh?! He's really going to take a bath, with shorts ON?!*
"What?! Do you have something to say?," he eyed him for his mean(ful) gesture.
Midorima's response was showing his palm, trying to tell him that in a public bath area, Japanese male should take off everything, "That." He didn't point him since he thought that doing it was a bad habit.
"This?," he mistaken it for the regular crimson towel in his shoulders. Before Midorima could ever react, the Seirin Ace resumed on his statement, "Kuroko gave me this on my birthday.. pretty neat, huh? It has my name on it since..."
He halted for some milliseconds, "K-K-K-Kuroko made it for me." Kagami blushed when he realized that he was totally in glee on bragging about it.
Albeit, cynicism got through him. It's not the he doesn't believe his claim, he kinda knew that Kuroko was affectionate to his friends—a term he really don't like. The GOM got their gifts from him when they also have their promise day. It was Akashi, the menace, who suggested the idea since he said to him that it's common between buddies. Yeah, right. For all he know, their former captain only wanted something from him. Because of his suggestion, they observed everyone's special day during their second year.
By the way, he got a Kaeru Moon Flower Jacket, embroidered by him. Kuroko said that he finished it for about two or three months. And since it came to him, he didn't dare to wear it, and treasured it as one of his precious memories. The thought of wrapping it again occurred into him, but he's not much of an OC, and everyone would only take him as exaggerating if he did that. But really, he was very happy when he received it. He couldn't just show it.
That's the story. So, instead of incorporating jealousy, Midorima initiate the interrogation, "You're stuttering... are you perhaps?"
"NOOO! and.. t-that's none of your business!?," he exclaimed. This kind of secret should not be exposed.. especially to an enemy.
Apparently, it has a different spell bind to the amazing sharpshooter. He'd been hiding this feeling for three years, and he'll just tell him that it's none of his concern? Excuse him, but he doesn't know how it felt to pent up everything like he's okay on their daily interaction.. which is not. He wasted those time, for crying out loud. Because, what? He was supposed to be a MAN. Everybody expected him to be.
It's nothing, more than frustrating. It's to a point that he let it slip out in his murmuring mouth, "It is."
Three seconds passed. "HUH?!," Kagami reacted quite dearly with his sudden confession.
Midorima, little by little, widened his eyes, while the other player continued, "Wait.. then, that means—."
"Don't be so loud, BAKA! (Idiot!)," he shut him up with his hands, shaky from his own slipping. 'I WANNA RUN!,' must probably what he thought of doing.
Kagami lowered his voice, and whispered, "You also like Kuroko?"
He released his hands from his mouth, then crossed his upper limbs, and swing his head to some other direction, "S-s-so.. so what if I do? Do you have any problem with that? -nanodayo."
SCOOP ANYONE!? This is BIG NEWS to his basketball driven brain cells. He never thought, other than his brother (and him), that there would be another handsome guy who would also like his partner. It's shocking, really. This bugged him since the first one he asked about this kind of thing was from someone that he induced jealousy, of who was getting more close to Kuroko, which goes by the name of Kasamatsu. The older guy said that he only see him as a friend, so he felt relieved about that. BUT, now! He's getting confused. He thought that his mind was going to blow from his brooding. "Sorry.. but I find it hard to believe."
"And why is that?," he retaliated, calming his nerves.
Kagami also crossed his arms (not that it will also bulk his pectoral muscles in his chest, to fight off the other guy), as he explained his side, "'Cause you're always.. I don't know.. you're always saying that you do not care at all, in your sentences when you talk to him."
*Ahh.. he probably don't know what tsundere is,* he pondered. The sacred word was brought up by Momoi during one of his practice with Kuroko. He searched the meaning of it because the Phantom Sixth Man reacted to it—he smiled. At first, he thought that it was a compliment, but when he learned about it, he suddenly froze for about an hour. It was a direct hit to his personality, that there was a perfect word for someone like him. 'A word really exist?,' replayed in his mind. *well, the better if he don't know..*
"It does not mean that I do not care at all.. unggh," or maybe worse, actually. He forgot something about this person, *he's an idiot.. how should I explain this on his level?!*
The power forward just went on with his own, "So, you do care about him? Why make things complicated?"
*BECAUSE.. it is complicated,* God, he's totally clueless. In this kind of despair, everyone is expected to raise their arms together, and give all their energy force to Midorima. "You don't get it, do you?"
"I don't," he flaunted it, in a very straight manner. One more, he'll be picking earthly dirt inside his nose, just like a dumb monkey.
Midorima could only do a face-palm, "This is hard."
Maybe it's time to kneel, and pray for his sorry soul.. or post to FaceNook that he need one million likes for some encouragement. There's really no hope for him. He gather some breath before he speak, "Look.. When I said that I do not care at all, it means the opposite of it.. the reason I'm doing that is because.. I-I cannot tell him that I c-c-care for him... 'Cause it'd be too awkward for a guy to tell that to another guy.. you getting that?!" And as he finished his piece, he found it unsatisfying with the face presented in front of him, *Why should I explain this to you.. ugh.*
Dinosaurs growling. The sound of basketball. Location of the Chupacabra. Michael Jordan limited edition shoes. Smell of hamburger. Kuroko. One hundred yen worth of condom? Those are things that revolved around his head as he solved his mystery, "I see."
*Good,* he rolled his eyes, literally. If he keeps up, not knowing anything, he'll probably just take his leave, by then.
And so, Kagami came up with a conclusion, "So basically, you're a shy guy like me."
*You shy?! Where?!,* he just sighed, completely speechless.
"I see," he nodded his head.
Midorima ignored him, lowering his head. It was the perfect time to play with bubbles. BLLBRLBRLRBRLBR.
He repeated his action again, and let him be. The green haired guy thought that he's pretty harmless for a love rival.. but there he was, observing him thoroughly. It might be advisable to be wary of him, even if he's like that; one would never know when he'll go wild. Truly, there's been so many wrongs in his sudden bursting, but it's better than being a tsundere forever. And hey, if it's going to be an issue in the near future for dating the innocent guy, this could be just some stepping stone that he need to overcome.
Somehow, and though only by gut feeling, he can trust the other guy to shut up, about their risky feeling. 'Cause hey, Kagami looks more stupid when he's silent.
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Mission status: ACCOMPLISHED.
One of them made a slapping stick in his legs, almost wanting to crack out, "Dude, you're not virgin anymore."
*Serves you right, turd,* the tan skinned male internalized, smirking all the way to the taller guy. Not that he forgive him already from what had happened before, Aomine had his energy drain off from the entire day. He's too tired to get angry anymore, so he let bygones be bygones. BUT! If he do that again, he should have known that he would wage for World War 3.
Akashi, despite being busy in his watch, he also threw a comment in the atmosphere, "My condolences, Atsushi."
For the record, Murasakibara contemplated that he can forget everything if he ate too much sweets, but when the cold-hearted point guard blabbed, he suddenly lost his will of appetite, *Aka-chin is such a meanie.. I hate him..*
Inline [Partially-called] Omake:
There are More to Purple than Meets the Eye
"Hey, look! Look! Look at that, okaa-san! Is he a girl?," a passing young lady of age seven uttered. To describe her, she has short bobbed hair, dyed in common black and wearing a floral yellow dress.
*I'm not a girl,* he mumbled. The receiver of her innocent insult was way too absorbed in his umaibo snack. He grabbed another one in his plastic bag, so as to ignore the annoying brat, *hmph.. does she want me to show my pee-pee to her?!* The next flavor he got was crunchy seaweed, *annoying..*
Atsushi Murasakibara. Purple hair and purple eyes. These are the distinguishing parts in his appearance, apart from being freaking tall. Because of them, he truly believed that he had been infected by Alexandria's Genesis syndrome. It is a mythical disorder, a mutation of genes, which causes pale skin and natural purple eyes. Further features of this disorder allegedly include the skin's immunity to tanning or burning, despite its extra-ordinarily pale hue. It is also said that apart from the hair on the head, eyelashes, brows, and in the nostrils, no other body-hair exists on those afflicted with this disorder. This would mean that there is no hair on the arms, legs, torso, or pubic area. Apart from the areas mentioned, the whole body is devoid of body-hair.
Inter-racial individuals can be afflicted with this mutation, but it's mostly evident with Caucasians. They rarely fall ill, and are immune to most diseases. Neither do they gain excessive weight, or produce much waste; regardless of how much they eat. In some other claims, it was argued that there are mutations which lead to the fact that some children age very quickly, causing those afflicted to have very short lives. This is a known and confirmed fact, they say and, by the same token, there's no reason why the opposite cannot be true. Since there is a known mutation which causes premature aging and a shortened life-span, they argue, then it's quite reasonable to expect that a mutation exists with the opposite effects.
He's easy to believe since he doesn't want to exert himself too much.
"Oh no, he's a guy, darling.. his hair might be long, because maybe, you know.. he's an aspiring rocker," the mother of the child informed. They were walking inside the private park of Teiko High to enjoy their free time. Her husband, which happen to be a teacher, must have been busy with some meeting, and instructed them to stroll around the campus.
*Wrong, I am not a rocker either,* there he was sitting in a bench, refusing to take an interest with the outside world. He retired in a secluded area wherein he can laze round. But before that, he needed to recharge. Man, Aka-chin sure was a slave driver. Some big part of him regretted signing up for the basketball team since he only joined it because when the club recruitment took place, it was the nearest stall next to him, as he entered the school premises. Considering his unusual height, he'll be flocked by many students, just to get him.
Peevish, he grabbed another pack in his inventory which seems to be the last.
"A rocker?," she mused. The curious little girl touched her chin, scratched her hair, then remembered what she saw on the television, "Ah.. you mean the crazy guys who bang their head when they sing!?"
"No.. no. They're not crazy," her mother corrected. It's certainly not good judging others based on their one, two or three-times action and/or appearance alone. "It's partly because they're enjoying the music too much, and doing it unconsciously."
"I thought so, too," she agreed. "Mr. Purple head seems not to be the type."
*Hrmmm.. when will they leave?,* he's getting irritated, alright. First and foremost, he wanted them to drop the subject already. Murasakibara thought that it's not nice for people to talk about other people, as if he's not there. Okay, he has long hair. It stayed like that because he's too lethargic to go to the barber shop. When one month ends, it'll get longer, either way.. so why bother?
"At-chan.. At-chan.. calm down," a tiny voice entered, docking its way to his broad shoulders. Impaired with his vivid imagination, it was a chibi-sized version of him.
Contrast to the attempt, the testiness didn't dwindle down. Why? Because he hates little beings. Most likely reason, would be their tendency to be easily crushed. Just one grab from it, and they'll be easily squashed to death. That's how vulnerable they are. This has been testified by he, himself when he got on a date with her grade six girlfriend. Surely, it wouldn't surprise anyone from kids these days, huh? Anyway, even if it's worth braggin' or not, on their way home (from their whole day mall hopping), his girlfriend was about to get hit by an over-speeding vehicle, when, out of his big reflexes, he snatched her arms in a safe alley.
The shocking event occurred as he looked back at her, and she was already whimpering. The dainty brunette said that it hurts, and her arms were swollen with rashes of red. Due to that certain incident, they broke up after days of no direct communication. What he realized was that it served as a reality to him of how strong he was, despite the slight effort. He, then, hated how weak she was. And take what, he only answered her confession because she was becoming of a pest in his lazy life, insisting that they should go out since they're a hot item in their campus. And this is how she repaid his kindness, by dumping him? *..annoying*
"Murasakibara-kun," so much with the small problem, this ghostly, yet, diminutive voice came out of nowhere.
Synonymous to the one of the seven deadly sins (which is acedia), he had no proper time to react.. very different from a shouting (surprised) Mine-chin, and a girly shriek from Mido-chin.
"Akashi-kun told me that you are here," he muttered. The petite boy goes by the name of Tetsuya Kuroko. Cute face, sky blue hair and eyes, smooth skin and short. Everybody likes him. When he said everybody, what he meant was his only friends—the two he remarked from his invisibility, Aka-chin, and Momoi-chin. Since they were already liking him, it was best for everybody's convenience to like him also. Defying the ambiance would require more energy so he rather go with the flow.
Also, "Here." From Little Lord Fauntleroy, Hinterkaifeck murder, the Gilgo beach killer, Calculus equations, what-to-do-with-overflowing-money problems or any unsolved mystery, he took an interest of feeding him. Sometimes, he accept his offer wholeheartedly, but that's what make him do it more. Even if it was the last bite, if it was him, everything was fine (in his perspective).
*Bubbles? But it seems like it's shining? Hrmmm.. Where did they come from? Why is it hanging around Kuro-chin?*
He's experiencing this event, every time Kuro-chin eat his food. This will make him feel lightened for a couple of unmatched seconds, "You didn't eat anything again from our break, Kuro-chin?"
"(Hai.) Yeah," he answered. There were still patent sweats in his skin, indicating that he practiced non-stop on his own.
That final description brought them together as complete opposites—the hardworking type. He really don't get the idea of futile effort. If that kind of thing was hard from the very start, why do they have to waste their energy, struggle for their life when in the end, it's not meant for them? Will that satisfy their complete being if they at least try? He didn't get it, since when you think about it, avoiding it would save the time for other enjoyable things like sleeping or eating. Those without talents should just buzz off.. watch some porn, and masturbate from all they want. Maybe they'll get tall if, no, it's still not effort. Hide in a hole like a NEET, for all he care.
"Let's go, Kuro-chin.. I'm still hungry," he told the teal haired guy. It's really not best for him to think too much, and as a result, he consumed his stamina unconsciously.
"Okay.. I'll accompany you.. Murasakibara-kun," he consented. Actually, he was holding a white plastic bag, and showed it to him, "but I already have mine.. I'll just eat it later when I get home."
Disturbed, he asked, "Apple?"
Kuroko nodded. "Midorima-kun gave it to me.."
The purple haired giant went back into his internalization.. back to the part that he didn't understand. Between an unsatisfying amount of apple, and to the unknown bug in his heart, Murasakibara had a hard time deciphering his relationship to him. It's almost a love-hate feeling when you asked him.
He kept looking at him, whereas the two people from earlier cleared out when they realized that he was with someone already. The mother of the girl nearly had an heart attack from it. "or should I say someone pass it to me, and told me that it was from him."
"but when I thanked Midorima-kun, he only ignored me..," his thoughts ran through the mess of umaibo in his soft, plump lips. What does it taste like when it was from Kuroko's lips, he wondered.
"I know it was from him since he was the only one who's eating apples..," the Phantom Sixth Man noticed his ogle, and licked it with his tongue. "hmmm, Midorima-kun seems to be shy when it comes to people."
The sight impacted a big change in his well-being, forcing him to do things, out of his own accord. He stole the juice-filled fruit from his pack, and massacre it in his mouth, *are~? What am I doing?*
Murasakibara kept on gobbling it, paying no heed with his reaction, though from the looks of it, he's not someone who's close from throwing a fit. But this confusion, he must say, that instantly bugging inside his head, got him thinking, *w-why am I so bothered with this..?*
Only the stick handle remained. And he's unashamed of what he had done. "I'll give you something better," he exclaimed.
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From then on, he figured out that he must have liked Kuro-chin for a while, as in the real sense. His selfish desires wouldn't be that strong if he just let things be. He get more worked up when someone, other than him, feed the mouth of their passing specialist. No exemption with their captain and data analyst.
He even more realized it, on that one day.
"Are you tired?," he called him. Kuroko had a sweet smelling vanilla after taking a shower. And there he was lying at the center of the court. To spice things up, they were all alone in the coming night. Akashi had already dismissed the team, and the two of them were assigned to their captain's tactics of teaming up with his unusual skill.
But instead of falling into the depths of love making, he threw in the towel of his thoughts, "Kuro-chin, do you still not hate me?"
The tone resembled of a person who have done something wrong. A longing feeling, perhaps. From the very first day that they met, he knew that he'd been rude with his height. Then to his third string practices, he'll always remind him to give up already. And now that he's inside the squad, he treated him like a hamster that can he can feed with. All these things, he shouldn't find a sane person who would keep up with him. Still, there's one currently existing.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Murasakibara-kun," he feigned it. And just like the sluggish giant, Kuroko laid down beside him. "How could I hate someone who encourages me to do more?"
Shaken, he refused to believe it. Their scene looks like they're having a heart-to-heart talk, and he knew that he wasn't ready for something like this when he started it. He kept on listening to the guy whose sight set on the covered starry skies, "I know from myself that I can't play basketball no matter how hard I tried.. I tripped all the times.. I'm always on the last.. I vomit when it's too much from me.. it really was hard."
*Told ya?,* he mused. Everything that he said back then, were nothing but all true. Though, as he navigate to his talking eyes, they seem to have sparkled, "But, when I saw you guys play, the way you guys move.. I suddenly felt like I wanna play again."
"I thought that it would be nice if I could play along with them.. even if I was only seated in the bench," carefully, he raised his right arm. "watching you, was enough to inspire me."
After his statement, from the thirty four seconds of awkward silence, he looked straight to the impenetrable titan, "you're so silly to ask me that question when I already made it here.. and I'm beside you."
He, consequently, ignored the other things. So, meaning to say, he just need to go with the flow, and don't think too much. It's what maybe he's getting at. The little being that he hated, morphed into something that can accept him, no matter how many times he insulted him. How tragic that was. Murasakibara, then, assumed that he was inviting him to do more also, "Then, what if I told you that I want to eat you right now.. will you hate me now?"
The teal haired guy reacted with a soft chuckle, and answered him, "You can't eat me up, you know."
"I can," serious aura, on. He'll bet the stocks of snack that he' been hiding from Aka-chin, if he want to. Though, on second thought, leave him at least, some two or three items when they get home.
"Then, I'll eat you up, also..," counterfeiting it to his same old blank look. SFX: Grumbling stomach. "You hear that?," painting a smile in his face.
His current mood switched to hating again. All 'cause he's being defenseless. He may have a way at his words, but he'll never know when someone would take advantage of his attitude. Kuroko being crushed by someone? His envision widened with this kind of realization. Like, he didn't feed Kuro-chin from all these times, just to be eaten by a nobody. It's incomprehensible. Unforgivable! He's going to hate himself if that happened. Ah... he said it, *whatever... I like Kuro-chin.*
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"Murasakibara-kun," so much with the small problem, this ghostly, yet, diminutive voice came out of nowhere. Well, in actuality, they were playing cards, as of the moment.
It was his final turn to be the loser for the round. Apparently, on the next day that Kuro-chin visited, someone from the group, namely Kasamatsu who had recovered from his sickness, proposed to play a cards game. He's been hiding them in his bag, and he got the urge to speak of what will they do on that time. He said that it was a safe match. Nobody had to get outside (and be accidentally discovered by the Seirin and Shutoku teams).
It was too safe for the Old Maid that Akashi had to insist penalties to the loser. It was lighter this time since they just had to draw black marks on him. But then, Kuroko shouldn't be punished since he'll be caught if he had some funny objects in his visible white skin. The red head rejected it, and told the group that they can put on these tints on him as long as it can't be seen. For example, his nipples.
If it wasn't for Kuroko who said that he won't lose, two of the raunchy male may have flipped the table.
As a matter of fact, the small bluenette never cease to raise his white flag since he was always winning, along with the Rakuzan point guard. These midgets had no signs in their faces, compared to the other guys. The entries they have were Akashi who drew a dick besides Aomine's mouth, Kuroko sketched Panda-shaped circles on Aomine's eyes, and so on.
"You really got beautiful purple eyes, Murasakibara-kun," telling the whole group as he befouled with the loser. Kuroko took his sweet time on printing eye bugs on him. On that point, he didn't hate it.
The weak had no right to complain. And to think that this guy had no reservations of telling good things to him, Murasakibara concluded that there was really no way for him, not to fall in love with Kuro-chin. He thought that he was the perfect food taster for his future dream of creating cloying confections. He'll be busy eating his food while he, himself would be busy eating his boyfriend. YUM!
Finders Keepers (continuation...)
If there's someone in this world that he wouldn't dare to oppose, that someone would definitely be his father. Simply because, he's damn right powerful. Being the highest stockholder of the largest companies, he had fought his way, countless of times, just to get to the top. Of course, it's expected that he'll take over this legacy.. as the only heir of the Akashi clan.
"I have an important topic to discuss with you.. it's regarding your future.. whatever you are doing right now, drop it already and move here at our first house," is what he said.
Oh. He has some pretty guesses about it. One, his proposal of starting at a different company, and he'll get the lowest job possible, as in, from scratch. Two, supporting for advocates of gay rights, backing certain personalities in Japan to win the cause of homosexual marriage, and the respect after it. Three, empowering the basketball industry in their country, either by influencing it with reasonable funds or televising matches in prime time. Fourth, would be controversial since it has something to do with research and development. He'll be part of the team to insinuate the further improvement of placental stem cell regeneration or the uterus transplant for a natural male pregnancy.
This is how should an Akashi acts, thinking ahead of time. By the way, he'll be doing those stuffs at the same time. Sounds complicated, no?
Anyways, not that it's a problem to him, there is only one big thing that he's agonizing with. And that is, the peace and welfare of his beloved.
It has only been three days of Seirin and Shutoku training camp, but everybody who likes him, have already skin out their real selves. The sight, yeah, it was unbearable for him to let them live around Tetsuya. He already pictured himself, slitting Taiga's deep throat, stabbing Teppei's man balls and Midorima's green Hulk eyes, and slicing Kouki's sealed lips (event when Kawahara spoke), all of them with scissors. If only Tetsuya would permit him to be a murderer, then he'll kindly do so.
And before he forgot, the Kazunari Takao guy has been observing their Phantom Sixth Man. He's to be listed inside the undecided group, along with the outsider—Kasamatsu.
Now. He's burdened to leave the throne with his current people. Will he give the remote control to Aomine who's mind only preserved with violence and idiocy? Or to Murasakibara, being the obedient rook, but has a childish outlook and filling a portion of indecisiveness? Oh dear. He can't choose among the two.
Because of it, he had to take the risk, "Here."
"What?," profound in his state. Kasamatsu can be seen texting to his so-called special friend, after their game of cards.
"I like you to have it," less with the superiority and age-defined complexes. He, right after, announced his leave, "I'll be out for a while.. Atsushi. Daiki.. Take care of other things when I'm gone."
He didn't expound any further, and packed up his things. He needed that extra time to get himself composed. Frustrating himself would bring no good in his future engagement with Tetsuya. Yesterday had been a big scar to him when his love doubted his relationship with Midorima. That kind of event, hearing him undertone, he realized how imperfect he was. It was a shame on him. He thought that he had to improve himself again.
Meditate under a waterfall? Nah. He just need be himself again, the perfect Akashi.
"Yukio, I'll trust you with that," he said, without ever looking back. "I hope you wouldn't fail us."
That guy seems to be straight enough. Right. Straight enough to be gay, all-over his Tetsuya. Their ganguro already proved a lot of inconsistencies in his boobs-loving anthem. It's going to be a long nut cracking session with Kasamatsu-san, but he promised that he'll squeeze out everything on him so that they can frame him, in front of his friend.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
*Bokushi, is that you?,* mumbling on his own. *No.. we don't laugh like that.*
Somewhere beneath their mind, it was supposed to be 'Kufufufufu.' They passed out the time, not doing it.. totally ruined by an anonymous backdrop.
XXX
'And here we have a report that a new version of Pokemon will be released in the near future for the iPhones.'
Another day, another game of pretend for the boys under the configurable mattress. They immediately switched on the television, after they saw their target making its move. Gaming news came out, and they played along with the coming charade.
"Sheesh, aren't they over it?," Aomine started a conversation. And yeah, the three of them knew that Kuroko will be coming over again. "I played one when I was a kid, and sure it was fun at first.. but when I tried another version of it, I got bored already."
*Eh? Do we really have to talk?,* Kasamatsu pondered, "A-ah. you're right about that.. they're just the same."
"Darou~. (See, I'm right.)," grumbling in his seat. *Oi.. oi.. oi.. I'm giving you guys a fuckin' favor.. I don't really talk much, you know.*
"And who on their right mind would try to catch 'em all when you already had the strongest Pokemon," he resumed, as he heard that catchphrase from the popular game. "what are they, idiots?"
*ugh.. he's looking at me,* the problem was, he can't keep up with the topic since it wasn't that interesting for him. More so, he didn't like bringing up his painful past with them. His ex-friends used to play that craze, and he was just tagging along. He managed to trade his Pokemon on another version, and that's all there was to it—not exciting as playing basketball.
*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*
"Ano~. This is Kuroko." The jet black haired captain got relieved from his quick turn-around. He need not to continue their petty talk, despite the continued staring.
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From his standing point, he kinda knew that he's not being himself, *I hope I'm not being intrusive.* Between these past two days, he had been visiting them, out of his own volition. Since duh, would he let this chance slip by? He's not some shy guy who would afford crawling up to his knees not doing anything.
Akashi gave him the permission on spending time with them.. just don't tell anyone that they're in there. Well, it would be chaos if they knew that the other Generation of Miracles were residing in the same place as them to commemorate their summer break. Normally, Riko would impose some of her wicked ideas, or Kagami, confidently challenging them, once and for all. Midorima might be surprised but he didn't know what he'll do.
Going back at them, sure it was awkward meeting his old friends by some weird chances, and he's not moving on until he get back at them, but because of his weak heart, he was submitted to like them again. Yeah, and again, the days when he was happy. He feel so twisted of accepting them like they haven't done anything bad to his emotional affairs. Heck, he only see the good in them.. that they were only blinded by their own light, and it's a shadow's duty to drag them back to the human ground.
And he wouldn't forget about his new bachelor, right? Above all his worries, he's no. 1 on his list since he didn't know what will happen to him, in the hands of the GOM. Akashi said that he'll take care of him, yet he seriously doubted him. Like seriously? After the heartbreaking Ogiwara case?
Kuroko didn't want to hear his response when he (finally) asked him why they do that.. which by the way, he's keeping that for himself. He was afraid for the obvious. Winning is everything? It will still be the same outcome, no matter how his friend struggle? It was near to the term, fucked up. 'Cause honestly, no, he can't say it. His heart only clenched in sooo many directions, just by thinking about it.
He took a deep breath, erasing his negative thoughts. All he need to do was check on his special friend. And that's it. He thought, if only by the small hope, that he could still believe in them. It do sounded unpromising, and rather, unfulfilling for most people, but falling them into the category of bad guys (because of ONE red flag) would be an overstatement of doubting his version of love. That he'll get turned off once he get fed up with them? Where the hell was love, in there, if he doesn't know how to trust his own feelings?
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"Hello, Kuro-chin," the heightened man answered the door. He was the first one to rise from his lethargic position, since, well, he doesn't care about freemium puzzle games. Hard to believe, coming from a handsome, lazy bum, but it's the truth. Basically, he's just frustrated when he lost to some game, and he couldn't take it for compelling to make an effort.
Polite as ever, he redeemed himself, "Domo~ (Oh, hi), Murasakibara-kun."
As he looked around, Kuroko noticed that their former captain wasn't inside the room, *Maybe he went to the comfort room?*
"Ah, Aka-chin left last night.. we don't know when he'll come back," Murasakibara stated.
In the coming seconds, he paid his welcoming gestures to the other two, and sit down. He thought that it must be one of his father's orders. And if that was the reason, he suddenly speak up, "That's too bad, then." He hummed to himself, informing everyone in the room that he was up to something.
'This will be another spin-off game, outside the main series. Since people are getting caught on the phones, Nintendo finally set its wing on much bigger audiences.'
Aomine lowered the volume, asking him, "Eh.. what so bad about it?" Actually, he wanted to add that it would not be that bad because he's there, and he decided to stay. He wouldn't need to find more, if he can give him the company, *silly, Tetsu.*
"Well," sighing for a while. "I am assigned for the next two days for our food."
Ah. They knew about that. The three wanted to look at each other, yet they refrained from doing it so.
"And I was wondering if you guys wanted a portion of it.. cause I may secretly get some if, you know," he fidgeted on his japanese-style seat, puzzled of what will be their reaction if he wasn't that obvious that he wanted to serve them because of his secret feelings. Contributing to his nervousness was his heart, pumping hard when it should not be. Guess like he can't fake what's inside him, huh?
"I'll text Aka-chin about it.. wait," Murasakibara responded. The two other guys would about to say yes when they were clearly stopped by the mentioned name. Kasamatsu don't give a damn with the psychotic midget, though. He remained silent because of his matured features, and Tets-kun was in there.
They got their answer from the absent participant within just a few seconds. The purple giant was fast enough, but the other line was much faster and he said that he'll make sure that he'll be back by that day. Everyone thought that that settles it. They were more troubled as the teal haired guy insisted himself on buying the goods on that day. He told them that he still didn't informed their manager about it, and he was just determined when he get the A-okay from them that they would like a serving of his food.
"That's fine and all, but who would help you carry all of them?," this time, it was Kasamatsu who got concerned, lest the implication that his friend was not some sorry girl that needs protecting.
"Aida-senpai has a van, and Kagami-kun is out of the list, then," he browsed through the available teammates in his head, then he remembered one guy of who would likely help him, "Kiyoshi-senpai."
Soon after, choral voices danced together in the speed of light, "NO!"
Kuroko looked intently at the three hot guys, confused by the unanimous prompt.
"I-I mean, Tets-kun.. there might be other guys out there who would willingly help you without even a-asking.. right? RIGHT?," he shook the other guy next to him.
Aomine hammed it up, planting a smirk in his face, "S-senpai is right.."
The Phantom Sixth man, then, batted his attention on him. Aomine used his instincts on why this other guy passed the baton on him. He thought, that he was much reliable, and damn, he smirked inside for victory. Murasakibara sensed his idiocy, pointing himself behind Kuroko's back, then to Kasamatsu and him. "Hey, Tetsu! Aren't you forgetting about us?!"
A sense of relief was thrown between the other two, and by all means, they were already doubting the ganguro if he could read the atmosphere right. Speaking of the air, it somehow decapitated in a gloomy state, as Kuroko already had the countermeasures, "As much as I wanted to, that may not be possible, Aomine-kun,"
"EH? Why is that, Kuro-chin?," he tried offering another chip on him, but this time, he accepted it. Kuroko silently munched it before answering.
"Aida-senpai has a van, right?," he pointed out. "It would only be possible that Aida-senpai would let me use it with his father."
Eyes unwavering, "So if I asked you guys to come along, wouldn't it ruin our promise from Akashi-kun that we should not be found out?", his heart knew that he wanted to favor them.
Since Kasamatsu and Murasakibara kept on the silent treatment, Aomine broke his way, "T-then, we'll commute.. and meet with you in the city."
The two got alarmed, and didn't thought about it. They ne'er imagined that this idiot will have the decency to brood over. "Aomine-kun."
"What?," he exclaimed, feeling proud. "Did I just suggest a good idea?"
Straight-faced, the teal haired guy responded, "That's not also possible, Aomine-kun."
"Eeh?," a single sweat drawn down in his temples.
"Aida-senpai would still ask me to choose from our teammates to help, and because of that.. he'll be with me all the time," he said. The common possibilities were there, and being him, he'll tell that, flat out.. no points for rebuttal. He delivered the last point with another bite from Murasakibara's continuing actions, "Kiyoshi-senpai is the only one left with no orders from Aida-senpai."
The purple giant licked his forefinger, right after he withdrew it from his point of interest, *Aka-chin, help us.*
As for the other GOM member, he cast his wild gaze upon the eldest of the group, *Oi.. oi.. senpai.. you're in charge with this.. think a way out of this mess!*
*I know, you idiot! You didn't have to act like that.. tch,* eyes probed on twitching. Kasamatsu's legs started to cradle on its own, contemplating on what must be done. With or without Akashi's trust, he had this responsibility to lead the left-behind operation. Yeah, it's not right, but if it's for Tets-kun, and to repay something back from their reforged relationship, he's willing to make some wrong doings, just to confirm that he was safe from any harm that he didn't deserve.
Kuroko noticed their strange behaviors, so he intervened, right quickly, "Ano~. If it's not rude for me to ask.. but is there any reason why I should not ask for Kiyoshi-senpai's help?"
Shudder of shits jolted each of their shoulders. It came to a point that they need to resume their silence, or else, their cover will be blown. The three, then, avoided eye contact with themselves, and think on their own. They thought it was not the right time to fight one another. Since first, they need to clear out his sudden interrogation.
There's white lies, misdirection (change the topic), or tell the truth as their option. Lying? No, they rather dropped it. Their human observer had a strong inclination in regards to it, which would only make things worse. Next, sending off course. As much as they think about it, Kuroko's a double S-class in this field. He'll just get back to the previous question, and again, make things worse.
'Kiyo.. who was that guy? err.. whatever.. Kuro-chin, that guy is a maniac!,' Murasakibara shouted in his mind. If he said that, he'll be asked, why. And sadly, he had no more argument after it. Tough luck.
"Fine.. I'll ask for somebody else," sighing. He chose to believe in them.. the irony. Truth is, he wanna ask Kasamatsu directly, but seeing him like that, who's close to lying, he rather let it slide, and turn a blind eye for him. It's suspicious, yes. They may be hiding something from him. It's just that they're taking his special friend inside their loop, which make him feel relieved. It's like they're into something, together. He thought that this was much better than not giving him an ounce of respect.
In the background, the three other guys wanted to cry in their pants 'cause damn, Kuroko was being considerate again. Because of this, they decided (internally), that even if Kiyoshi's wasn't picked as his escort, Kasamatsu, Aomine and Murasakibara would still tail him in the city.. to make sure that he'll get back, safe and sound.
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Deep red. The halls he's walking in, had this vibrance from all the pictures hanging from the walls. They were figures from the past that has greatly contributed in the business world, the Akashi legacy. In the intervening period of time which was located at the first castle of the Akashi household, the red haired midget held his head high as he opened the door of his destination.
Deafening quietude inhibited the room, with a single chair facing backwards from its desk. Seijuuro calmly placed himself on the available chair nearest to it.
There, he noticed some bunch of papers atop the wooden surface—civil registrations, medical records, marriage certificate and other legal documents from the Kuroko residence.
Amongst the pile, it also has one of his treasured photo albums of his beloved.. the theme, sleeping beauty. Those were the times when he was taking a nap, whether it be on the library, the sakura tree, the infirmary, events place (field trips), and from his other house. He didn't mind the confiscation but he rather give it back since it was his favorite.
The only thing that was not known from his mind was the brown envelope which was properly sealed, and labeled as highly classified. This might be an extra effort that an elite among the elites could do, he thought. In another few seconds, the old man finally picked up a reaction.
"I'm impressed, Seijuuro," he spoke, turning his seat. Just like their ancestors, their hair was in the extensive shade of ruby. Anyone can tell from his aura that he's someone you can call as bad news, strong essence of authority surrounded his personality. Right after it, he drew a thin smile in front of his son, "I expect no less from you, Seijuuro."
He clasped his fingers altogether, enabling him to lean on it, "I believe you know about these.. and you're planning to marry him, at all cost.. yes?"
"Yes, father.. I love him," he nodded, the word 'hesitation' has been forbidden in his vocabulary right now.
Kunio, his father, he picked up the unidentified item, then, wave it to him, "This would be great scandal, no?"
"I know," he said. Seijuuro answered his father, as if he knew about it, even if not. Faltering at a time like this, would not benefit him, at the very least. He just have to investigate more at a later time.
The old man sighed, as in lots of monoxide air. He put down the inflammable object on the desk, and eventually, staring back at his son. It's basic manner between the Akashi to read each other's mind. Whether, it was a child, their mother, relatives and grandparents. "Very well."
He stood up, moved beside his son, and tapped his shoulder, "You have my 100% blessing."
"Father?," his brows crumpled. Dumbfounded, yes.
"Didn't you hear?," he raised his voice, but not rough. "I approve your relationship with that guy."
He wanted to shake his head if he was dreaming, only to remain collected for his ego, "I am nothing but grateful to hear that.. it's just.. aren't you being too easy?"
"On what?," Kunio intercepted.
It has becoming unnerving, so he straightened things out, "About everything.. the Akashi threshold.. your reputation, the—."
"I have thought about it..," he whispered. Moving away, he moved back at his proper seat, "It is not about the matter of falling.. they'll come once in a while. I know it would greatly affect our business if you really push what you like.. but son."
"I am more curious of what you will do.."
"Will you fail your father or—," a buzzing sound interrupted him.
"Sorry," he apologized, picking up his phone. It was a text from his obedient rook, and replied to it with so much ease. His father continued when he got the okay signal from his son. "As I was saying.. I want you to show me of what an Akashi can do."
By the looks in their demanding eyes, the two forged an agreement without even saying another word.
"I'm bothered, though," seconds passed, Kunio opened his mouth again. The red haired midget, then asked, "of what, father?"
"Your love competitors," he said. The lids of his optic membrane turned half, infusing some seriousness in his position. More like, he was disappointed. "It's certainly not nice to have them around your love.. I found it, intoxicating. Do they know who you are?"
This time, it was his son who planted a playful smile in his face, "They do.. and they do not care."
"That's laughable, Seijuuro," he answered. Kunio raised his chin, in some order of mocking, "Didn't they know what I CAN—."
SFX: BLAGH. "STAY OUT OF THIS!"
Glare. The two competed again in their game of intimidation. Bokushi and Oreshi combined forces with their fire and gold orbs against an old man, shrouded by his known accomplishments.
Kunio plunged back, fiercer than before, "I believe you're fully aware that I won't listen to you.. but when you say it like that."
"Hmph.. don't go begging on your knees and come to me when you lose," he groused, wanting to spit, if only he was a yakuza.
"Ara~. Father.. are you perhaps, worrying about your son?," his tone has also come to determent. It's to a point that he can fight his father with his built character. "Now, that's what I found funny."
Darkness enveloped the upper part of his face, "Heh.. but I am."
"Hrmmmm?," only a small reaction. Seijuuro sensed something different from the figure in front of him. It's almost terrifying, to describe it.
"Didn't you know?," even the voice has become sinister. The father turned into an unknown being. His shadow at his back shaped itself in a malevolent form, extending an ominous breath inside the room. And there's killing intent from it. Afterwards, he stood up, continuing his speech, "I've only get to marry your mother.. because I had the money."
"It's because I had the money.. she chose to stay with me."
The monologue got him all acting, with his hands, full of rage and anguish, "I love her.. but she really didn't love me back."
He plummeted his fist on the desk, "Even though I had you.. her heart didn't waver from a mere commoner that she loved."
Bokushi and Oreshi became fully aware from that statement. He never knew that his gentle, ill-weave mother had another man. Well, he wouldn't know about it.. since it was only in his first grade that she gave up on her sickness. The times that they were together were only limited, due to her frequent check up. From there, he started breaking small sweats.
"I-I.. I saw her texting that sewer rat from the day that she was about to die!?"
"Do you wanna know what I did?!," he bickered. His eyes, the only heir's face reflected in those lens.
Seijuuro, involuntarily, lifted his hands, trying to cover his ears. He can see himself frightened, from the very first time in his life. He's literally shaking in his seat. No matter how twisted his father can be, he can't see him, strangling—. "I bet YOU don't want to know!?"
His heart almost stopped from the breath, fogged in his ear. The mismatched orbs became unified in a state of dead fish dullness.
"So if were you, Seijuuro," the father resumed on monopolizing him. His only concern was that, he didn't want for history to repeat itself. For it to happen, the same to his son, it would just break something inside him.. the one they called pride. "Do something about your love before I make my own."
He looked at him, with no more soul in his answer, "Don't worry.. I had them under control."
Smiling, he returned back to his throne, "You should be."
"Oh right," he uttered. "I want a grandchild from him.. will you give me the honor to name it?"
There's only a small reaction coming from him before he responded, "As you wish."
"Well then.. we'll have to visit your lovely mother and tell her that you're already courting one," merry, he had tamed a little lamb. He can visibly see the strands from his head, like a puppet that will follow the orders of his master. It may not be a one hundred percent of subjugation, but he can tell that there's something good that will come out from it. Unless, all he said was just a lie.
"(Hai.) Yes, father," he obliged. The fighting spirit that he had earlier, became a small force that couldn't be felt anymore.
XXX
One stressing day elapsed.
It's getting back again. The things around him, became lifeless once more. The goals that he set pooped alongside with the thin air. His primary objective was nothing but follow his father's command. It's already fulfilling since he get to marry the person that he loved. So what will he ask for more? Nothing. He thought that it everything will be fine, as long as he would not fail.
Akashi could not bear if his father would do something bad to Tetsuya. What if he did what he ever did to his mother? He doesn't have that power right now to oppose him.
Guess like it's time to break the oath.
The thought of laughing occurred, getting a glimpse of fake friendship behind it. Like, is it really hard to let go of manly promises between those guys?
From his rambling, the smart phone inside his pocket became active. He quickly picked it up, and read it.
To: Aka-chin
From: Atsushi
Message: Kuro-chin's in trouble. I think I saw him with Zaki-chin (Haizaki).
His first target has been confirmed. Akashi told his driver to hurry the fuckin' up or he'll get fired by kicking him out from his seat.
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TBC
Next piece: BTS meets Kise
Another version of omake, but will showcase the time ahead. 'Cause hey, I couldn't resist it. I just wanna have you guys/gals enjoy this short skit. Note: The time period won't be revealed.
Future Clip: My Dream
Class ended. Everyone was supposed to leave the room when their homeroom teacher called a specific name, "Kuroko Tetsuya."
"(Hai.) Yes," the soft-spoken guy responded.
"Come to my office later," he said. "I have something to discuss with you."
His classmates whispered words, and thought that this was the first time around, since never once he'd been called. Some were concerned but they knew that he hasn't done anything wrong. One of them took a glance at the face of the Seirin's trump card, and fixed his belongings.
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"What's the meaning of this?," the previous old man from earlier handed out a piece of paper—future application.
"I know that there is some fact on what you have written but—," he stopped midway, taking a short break for exhaling. He looked around the field of his vision, and there were still some teachers around. Therefore, he toned down his voice, and resumed, "a cute kindergarten teacher is kinda skeptical to see.. this will be recorded, you know."
Kuroko's eyes widened, and realized of what was eating his mind from the whole time.
You're so cute.. *toot* is sooo cute.. My boyfriend is so cute, I don't want to let you go..
Earlier from his wake, this handsome bae of his was spooning him, before he even get to prepare their breakfast. Actually, he was always like that, half asleep.
The whole thing was so nice in his ears that he unconsciously put it in his paper.
"I-I'm sorry for this, Narukami-sensei," he bowed, hiding no room for excuses.
"Number two is cute husband, and three is cute writer," the teacher teased, which was true enough and imprinted on the form.
Kuroko's cheeks redden, since he didn't know that he have done it on all his choices. It became even more visible when another staff have already took an eavesdrop on their conversation, "Woohoo, cute husband.. way to go, Kuroko-kun!" It was Akimoto-sensei from the rumour department. His voice attracted other personnel, making a flock to his entry paper.
The Phantom Sixth man wanted now to crawl inside a hole, from this embarrassment. He wanted to call his boyfriend and ask for his help, until—.
"But we can't deny it, right?," a familiar voice entered the scene. "Kuroko is cute, after all.. if not, then, we'll have to redefine that word, request for a protest to Merriam from its right usage.. no?"
The older people shrieked, not wanting a match from that important figure. They scattered from the circle, and moved away to avoid their early suspension.
"Thanks, *toot*-kun.. you shouldn't have done that," Kuroko remarked.
"I'm just telling the truth," he smirked.
The teal haired guy didn't budge, despite the frontal attack, "You know, you won't get me with that, *toot*-kun."
"I know," he retorted, accompanying him, to their next destination.
END of Future Clip: My Dream.
Acknowledgement: The toot from earlier is a mask from what will be his boyfriend (Kasamatsu, duh) would call him. Another toot from another recognizable character.. could you guess it, and why? Spoil: The title is credited for the mystery guy. What happens there next, well, read the whole series.
Rejected ideas from the current chapter (Skipped this if not worth reading):
Alternative Routes:
1. Murasakibara had an imaginary friend, someone like Ben (Michael Jackson?). He's the one telling orders, for example, disobey Akashi since he's stronger than him. I don't know if I can give justice to him so I'd rather just drop it.
2. Murasakibara kissed him, on the part the he was talking about Midorima.
3. In Kunio's past, his rival was Kuroko's father. - that's complete bull.
Chapter Details:
1. Removed Omake between Kagami and Midorima (bath scene). This include the red haired stud to ask the tsundere guy if Kise also like Kuroko, the same with the idiotic nigga, Aomine. Midorima's response to him was 'no telling' since they're not buddies.
2. Didn't include Midorima's reaction when he found out that his underwear was missing on the other day. *I'll just leave that to your imaginations*
3. Removed Kise's omake. To be distributed as an introductory part for the next chapter.
4. Removed (girl) cameo omake. This will also be featured on the next part.
A/N: So who's still bashing Natsuki Subaru from Re:Zero (shortened) after the episode 18? I saw him in GoBiano that he's listed as one of the worst anime protagonists of all time. I dunno, but we can't just expect him to be Son Goku, Tatsuya Shiba (Mahouka Koukou no Rettousei), Sora (No Game, No Life), Ains Ooal Gown (Overlord), Saitama (One Punch Man) or any of those strong characters, just because he's the MC. Come on, he's a 17 year-old NEET, feed with so many despair throughout the series, and what? Tsk. I'll just stop there and ship him with either Reinhardt (the perfect knight) or with his fellow human (who was also sent in the Another World), Aldebaran. Hahahaha. Cross finger with Rem 'cause I do like her, so maybe she'll marry me if her route wasn't taken. Teehee.
Harada x Nagakura from Battery, waah, they're nice together! A-and, oh, I'll shut up from now. Haha. Will Kasamatsu be alright from all the threats surrounding Kuroko's life? But wait, there's still more!
[Spoil: Kuroko will bring Akashi, back to his feet! Aaaand someone will get jealous.]
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