So yes, call him a coward, but Furihata stayed put; his breath misted in the cold darkness. The flickering street light filled his entire world, the only illumination he had as the night stayed so silent.
So very silent.
And then someone grabbed him from behind and he screamed.
The familiar laughter from behind him was what finally made Furihata almost crumble with relief as Takao rubbed his ears, as if he was trying to wiggle them back into peak auditory performance.
Furihata would've apologized, probably would once his heart returned to a normal, healthy rhythm. Luckily, the hawk eyed male beat him to it.
"That was some show," he spoke then and at Furihata's confused look, he turned his face to stone and tried to recreate the scene. His face changing into the scene.
"I'll block you! We'll stop you! Seiren will stop you!" And then he dissapeared into the night...
Furihata felt most of his fear now completely leaving him as he stared at the hawk-eyed teen who was even now attempting to continue some kind of narration that made his face flame.
"W-well it's probably not going to happen..." he started but the other teen cut him off, a glint now showing in those silver depths.
"Never say never, young warrior." Furihata wondered if it was just his imagination, but it almost seemed that those silver eyes were suddenly glowing, an unnatural illumination that seemed to be almost accustomed to the night, as if Takao were a beast meant for the wilds, only borrowing human skin for the moment.
Shaking off the unsettling and extremely strange thought, Furihata tried to speak again when a door just to the left of the alley was opened and someone he had to be crazy not to recognize poked his head out.
"You're-!"
Takao couldn't blame the Seiren first year for the silencing shock that had apparently taken over him, or maybe it was awe. It wasn't every day that one of the most famous idols in Japan personally opens the door for you.
He could totally relate.
In fact, he himself had been in the very same state until just a few moments prior as he'd followed his mysterious leader into the studio, mostly thinking of how to apologize to the staff and Tino-san for his actions over Shin-chan, and then suddenly, SAIYA was there. All three of them.
As if his phone screen saver had decided to pull a Kool-Aid Man bursting intro into his reality and stand there, not ten feet in front of him.
Right... THERE.
He thought that he'd been dying, his heart suddenly dropping into unexpected places as all three turned to look at them.
Dear God.
"I knew it." Kasamatsu's words were murky in Takao's mind, but Kiyo's sounded much closer. Probably because the shorter male had come over to them quickly, his eyes shining, for the first time in Takao's memory, of some worry and guilt. Honey looked on from her perch in the corner, Tino beside her as they both glanced to the silver haired male who stood beside the two other members of his group that were currently commercialized around the world. Said bright haired teen, his eyes still of those endless glacial waters, grabbed his energetic partner's arm as Kiyo tried to hurry over and explain.
"Ro!"
"I pulled them in." The usually silent giant spoke now, his eyes that same electric winter storm from so long before, the glaze of the alaskan waters reborn with a vengeful passion Kasamatsu remembered clearly now. Everything made sense now. "When SAIYA switched over, I pulled them in."
"Literally," Honey spoke, her voice sounding as if she were condescending but her golden eyes dancing so brightly. "I get called back here to find it all out as this white haired giant shows up dragging Kiyo in here and starts a meeting. I can see now why you missed my club so much."
Kiyo's face seemed to heat some as he nodded, a bubble of laughter coming from him as well. "Dragged me here and wouldn't let me go anywhere until "everyone" got here and he could explain." Shiro looked down then, his grip still overlapping Kiyo's smaller wrist, and Kasamatsu noticed a look between them that took him back to their first meeting. Yep. Everything really did make sense now.
"I," Shiro started then, eyes now electrified in a way that Kasamatsu knew meant he was in his own zone, on his own court. In his own element. Perfect. "Have a lot to tell you." Shiro paused, looking around silently, but those eyes were unmistakably different now. "And we have a lot to do." Two males joined beside him now, one with hair of dark midnight and one with hair in a dark, bluish shade. They both grinned with him.
Oddly next, the blue-eyed idol turned toward the door to the far right behind them and started for it. Following loosely even as the other male opened the door, Kasamatsu heard Takao's laughter filter in along with a familiar sounding whimper even as said whimperer was brought into the studio.
And Kuroko was, for the second time in under half an hour, completely taken by surprise.
"Furihata-kun?"
