Disclaimer: I do not own Haikyuu! or anything associated with it. I only own the OC's Akumu Yuki and Akumu Shiro. All rights go to Haruichi Furudate.
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Kuroo and Kenma's eyes widened as the ball slammed back into their court. On the other side of the net, Yuki and Shiro were falling back down to the ground from their block with twin looks of confidence.
How did they… Kuroo wondered in shock. He was certain Yuki had been standing in the middle of the court and Shiro was still on the left side from her previous spike.
"Nice block." Yuki praised her little sister, ruffling her messy white hair.
"Nee-chan, stop it." Shiro complained trying to get out of her older sister's grasp.
"When did you?" Kuroo tried to ask before trailing off not knowing exactly what he wanted to ask. Two pairs of green eyes focused on him. He felt shivers passing through his body at their stares.
"Easy." Yuki began, "Kozume-san clearly doesn't have the build or skill to make a spike."
"However, he is clearly very intelligent and already had the rally planned out as soon as you one-touched my spike." Shiro continued.
"With that information, the only logical play would be for Kozume-san to set to you from back there so you could end the rally with your spike, Kuroo-san." Yuki explained, not even pausing from her sister's interruption.
"All we had to do was lock onto you and follow you." Shiro finished with a nonchalant shrug.
Kuroo glanced at Kenma to make sure he wasn't imagining things. Kenma was also staring at the strange sisters as they built on the other's explanation. Noticing his stare, Kenma shrugged showing he didn't have more of a clue as to what was going on than Kuroo.
Looking back at the sisters, Kuroo narrowed his eyes, "Okay, fine. Even if you knew that, neither of you said a word. How did both know to mark me?"
Shiro and Yuki glanced at each other with confused looks on their faces. "Didn't you call out?" Yuki asked Shiro.
"No, that was definitely you?"
"Neither of you said anything." Kenma chimed in.
The white haired pair looked back at the black haired pair before shrugging. "Guess we just both figured it out." They said simultaneously.
"Okay that was seriously creepy." Kuroo shuddered. "You two are like those twin girls they show in horror movies that speak at the same time."
"I have no idea what you're talking about." They said at the same time with knowing looks on their faces. "We could never be that creepy."
"Stop! Stop! Stop! Kenma tell them to cut it out!" Kuroo demanded, covering his ears with his hands.
Kenma attempted to stifle a laugh at his friend's freak out. He was too used to horror games to be freaked out by something so simple; though, even he had to admit, it was a bit abnormal.
"Are you done over there? If you want to forfeit, that's fine. I want to get back home to open my new game."
Kenma looked hopefully to Kuroo. He didn't really care for this match and would much rather go home to play the game he had just bought. Seeing the annoyed and determined look on his friend's face, however, he knew they were going to see it to the end.
Time skip
7-7
Despite their good start, Shiro and Yuki had fallen behind on points. Kenma and Kuroo weren't some of the best in their middle school for nothing. Kuroo's blocks were brilliant. He managed to shut down almost half of Shiro's spikes despite the fact that Shiro and Yuki hadn't called out to each other at all. Though, it probably didn't help that Shiro was clearly the spiker on their team making her easy to mark.
Kenma's setting abilities were pretty good as well; however, he needed a good receive in order to set for a good spike. It was advantageous for the sisters, though, as they were able to judge how hard Kuroo would spike based on the receive. What threw them off was Kuroo's time difference attack. Somehow, he managed to hold himself in the air just long enough for them to fall from the block making their defences useless.
Kuroo smirked over at Yuki as Shiro walked to the back to retrieve the ball, "Won't be long until we win. Maybe we should have a deal: losers treat losers to food."
"Okay. I like tteokbokki and Shiro likes ramen." Yuki replied in a calm manner.
"Heh," he huffed at her implication, "And I like grilled salted mackerel pike and Kenma likes apple pie." At the mention of his favorite food, the aforementioned boy snapped back into focus from his daze.
Shiro cut in as she tossed the retrieved ball back to the boys, "I hope you brought a lot of money because I. Love. Ramen." Her peridot eyes were completely serious as she emphasized her love for the godly food known as ramen.
Kenma actually looked nervous as he went to the back to serve. Apparently the threat of treating the walking stomach to her favorite food was motivation enough to get him to take the game more seriously. He tossed the ball up and aimed for the side of the court Yuki was guarding in order to catch the setter off guard.
Yuki saw the ball flying her way. It would be too low for her to set with an overhand by the time she reached it. Her eyes flickered to her sister who was watching both her and the ball. Their eyes briefly met and Yuki took her last step towards the ball. Dropping down into an awkward crouch, Yuki let the ball fall into her underhand set. Quick steps and a shout of surprise then a loud bang.
"Nice try Chibi-chan." Kuroo smirked at the younger Akumu. She glared fiercely at him, annoyed that her spike had gotten shut down.
Yuki herself had a small side pout on her face with one eye narrowed as she looked thoughtfully at the ball. As a setter, especially for a skillful spiker such as Shiro, she expected herself to be able to set a ball that wouldn't get shut down by any ol' blockers for any spiker. Unfortunately, Kuroo wasn't just any blocker. He was Kuroo Tetsurou. He was the best blocker in their middle school already.
Shiro broke her glare and pinned her sister with an intense stare which she returned easily. "Again." Came the simple demand.
Yuki bent down to retrieve the ball, no response needed between the siblings. She tossed the ball to Kenma who was watching them calculatively. He was trying to figure out the best place to send the serve to. His serve wasn't the strongest, so he had to be smart about it. Hoping to break their formation, he served it between the two girls.
His plan backfired, however, as Shiro ran in for a clean receive while Yuki ran to the front of the net to get ready for the set. Kuroo kept his eyes on the smaller white haired girl. He followed her as she ran to the left side of the court and jumped at the same time as her. His height gave him a better chance of blocking her since he could match her height for longer even if he started to fall earlier.
Bam!
Kuroo started to smirk as he felt the ball graze his hand. Just as he was about to call out 'one touch', his mouth fell open in shock as the ball flew farther left and landed on the outside of the court.
"Ugh, that stupid left hand spin." Kuroo grumbled to himself. Shiro saw his grimace and pulled the bottom of her left eye down while sticking out her tongue to taunt him.
It was now Shiro's turn to serve. She placed the ball in her hand and took a deep breath. Swinging her left arm behind her, she tossed the ball slightly up before swinging her arm underhand.
Her hand connected with the ball, but as it flew, it got lower and lower. Shiro tensed, unable to do anything but watch. The four of them looked on as the ball hit the top of the net before falling back into the girls' side.
"Don't mind." Yuki told her sister with a sympathetic pat on the back. She's experienced enough of Shiro's serves to know that it was more often than not a miss.
Kuroo, on the other hand, was laughing his butt off at the poor serve. Shiro glared at him but didn't say anything. He has a right to laugh. She thought to herself. It was a bad serve. Even as she thought that, it still felt bad to be laughed at.
"Kuroo, stop it." Kenma ordered with an unusual expression on his face. His tone wasn't its usual monotone, rather he sounded annoyed at his messy haired friend. Turning to Shiro, he gave what he hoped was an encouraging smile and said, "It's fine. Serves are hard for people our age."
Kuroo, who had stopped laughing, looked in confusion at his friend. He hadn't heard Kenma try to encourage anyone like that before. He didn't give himself time to contemplate it as it was his turn to serve and he was determined to not let Yuki be the only one to get a service ace in.
Going to the back, he served the ball. Shiro easily received it. Again, Kuroo followed her knowing Yuki would set it to her. Kenma followed him this time. Though it was unusual, he didn't have time to ponder the smaller boy's thought process. They heard the sound of the ball being set and jumped as Shiro swung her arms.
Shiro simply smirked as she pushed off with her right foot and swung her arms for another jump. Since she didn't get a proper run-up, her jump was much shorter, but it was enough for her to tip the ball past the net.
She watched with a smug expression as the ball fell almost in slow motion into her opponent's court. Just before the ball could touch the floor, however, a foot stuck itself out from the right and kicked the ball up. Four pairs of eyes followed the ball that flew to the right where a large hand just managed to push it over.
"Shiro!" A voice cried.
The girl's eyes widened and she dove for the ball, but it was too late. The ball landed right in front of her outstretched hand and bounced innocently away. She looked up to see a pair of golden eyes and a pair of hazel eyes staring smugly at her.
Yuki walked over to her sister who was still lying stomach flat on the ground. Bending down, she grabbed the collar of her shirt and hauled her up. Leaning down a little, she whispered in her ear, "Don't let them get into your head. That was a good play. They just got lucky that Kenma's leg was long enough to reach."
"Tch. I know, I know." Shiro pouted before going after the ball.
Yuki watched her little sister walk off. Shiro weakness number 4: She hates when her tricks don't score. Yuki listed mindlessly in her head. She knew her sister's weaknesses like the back of her hand and knew how to pull her out of it before it affected her playing. Looking through the net, she narrowed her eyes at the two boys, one who was unwillingly being forced to give the taller one a double high five in celebration. No way would she let them win.
Chapter 7 End