I'M BAAAAAAAAAAACK HOHOHOOOO That was long, wasnt it? Sorry for making you guys wait for sooo long, as I told in my update for LION I had a few stuffs going about at school, luckily I'M FREE THIS DAYYY! ASDFGHJKL I have no class since there's an even at my uni and all everyone's in the party mode-well except me but I do consider this a party, *dances without rhythm in the corner* AHahhaha, anyhoooow with that aside, omg what did youy think about last chapter KUROKO BEING BRAVE AS HELL! ASDFGHJKL WHO WOULD LIKE THAT CUTE AS A BUTTON LITTLE SHADOWWWW. Ahahaha, but then again, ITS ONLY THE BEGINNING, more things are bound to happen between them, we haven't even met all the miracles YET. And Midotakaaaaa! Who wants MIDOTAKA?
BTW THANK YOU OMG THANK YOUUU TO EVERYONE WHO IS READING MIUZUIRO TO BENI KOI! We've been on fire since the start and I hope you guys to continue your support! i WILL DO MY BEST TO DELIVER AN AWESOME UPDATE because you guys deserve it! Thank you to everyone who went their ways to send Mizuiro to Beni Koi a fav and follow and those reading THIS. I LOVE YOUUUU! Forget about the haters who is dancing some crappy scheme to ruin your day, because WHO CARES ABOUT THEM when the KnB babies love you? AHAHAHA thank you to Ern Estine 13624, ahaha indeed what wouldn't it be silly if they were to MEET and speak with each other? OHOHOHOOOOOO~~ SilverWhiteDragon AHAHA THAT REVIEW REMINDED ME OF A MEME I SAW IN TUMBLR ONCE "AND KISS" it says ahahahaha! To Guest-san ohohoho IN DUE TIME MY FRIEND, but YESSS there is an AOKI! Why the hell am do I love those two nutheads again? AHAHAHA the AOKI is strong in this fic I promise. And AKAFURI will soon commence btw. To Guest-san ahahaha hooray, I am actually reading your review IN the bus too ahaha as I commute to my uni-what a coincidence, I might be even boarding the same bus as you*snickers like a stalker* To AJ-san ohohoho FATE indeed!
AND for Poloaris-san yes I LOVE THAT SONG TOO, its soooo sad. AND btw I will have a small confession to make. AHAHAHA, since Polaris-san had pointed that part, I would tell you a secret(its not a secret anymore, ne?) The part where Kagami gives Kuroko his necklace that he received from Tatsuya, is originally pulled from a one-shot I was about to make. Its a Kagakuro one-shot with a major character death, in which Kagami gives Kuroko that ring with the same intention that he wouldn't HAVE to leave him because Kagami would have a reason not to with something important to him in Kuroko's hands. The story was intended to end with Kagami receiving a call the other day, from Aomine, which would tell Kagami that kuroko was involved in a traffic incident in which the driver would claim 'he didnt saw him crossing the road'. Upon reachin the wake, Kuroko's mother would come to Kagami to return the necklace. As she tells the reason,flashback ensues, in which the necklace accidentally falls off from Kuroko's pocket while he was crossing the pedestrian, remembering it was Kagami's precious gift to him, he went back to retrieve it. I NEVER published it since I couldnt KILL Kuroko. Basically, yes I am lame and I can't do it.
AHAHAHA so YES, that's about it for now, HOPE you like today's update andddd REVIEW PLEAAAASE!
PS. guys OMG KENSHO ONO STARING AS KUROKO AHAHAHAHA. KnB the MUSICAL was announced a few weeks agoooo! Have you heard of it?
Chapter 9: Seek Your Turn
Only an idiot wouldn't notice, Takao thought as he taps the bottom of his pen over his desk. It has been a week after their band nailed the championship trophy in the annual battle of the bands, it still felt surreal, interviews right after the other and offers for television had been thrown at them, their names were slowly making it in the charts. And yeah, that was thanks for Kuroko Tetsuya's existence. A miracle that landed quite unceremoniously in their arms courtesy of Kagami, sometimes Takao wanted to laugh when he came to this thought thinking how stupid and a bit too cliché to think of. However he could never unsee the way those pale small and slender fingers would reach in that metal ring around his neck every time the camera would flicker and slightly focus in him, Kuroko was able to calm down because of it. Kagami had been more calm and rational when he is with Kuroko while the other was more cheerful. He had never thought someone would be this compatible as they were with each other, it was like it was fate that they were together.
Maybe really…it is fate.
Scribbling the words fate in his paper, Takao tried to focus in his current demise. After getting drowned in a number of reviews and band related stuffs, they were given a week of rest which means three days to get his manuscript done by the week and two days to pass them and two days for real rest. If that wasn't enough to convince anyone that being a mangaka is no easy job, then one has to see the papers of doom or so he would call it.
Two days ago Aida found out about his job as a mangaka, surprisingly she has been a fan of it—saying Kuroko was the one who told her about it—and just like some funny twist of fate, the next day this happened; some rich person urged an animation company to actually make an OVA for his manga. He couldn't even understand who on earth has such money to fund a huge animation project—and the expenses for an animation is no joke. Though the popularity of the manga may increase because of the anime adaptation, being nervous is obviously an understatement—why?
Well the answer was simple. When a manga becomes an anime, there is a small party that is held sponsored by both the publishing house and animation studios where all their authors, editors and staffs in the department are called to join the fun and so does everyone involved in the animation—which means EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM. And that meant Takao HAS to be there.
Takao slumped in his seat realizing this, everyone was tad bit too excited knowing about this. Kuroko even bought him a congratulatory gift, a small very sophisticated looking handkerchief. Furihata sent an expensive fountain pen while Kagami sent a mountain of coupons for a small fast food chain just a block away from his office. But on top of that was Aida's gift—
"Do I really have to go?" Takao whined in a low voice as he looked at the side of the room where a box of suite was placed there. Sometimes he wonders just how Seirin Productions survived with how generous Aida had been, she wouldn't take no for an answer with sparkles in her eyes she insisted for the mangaka to come to the party.
Does anybody at all understand that he had never told anyone that the author of that manga is actually a guy? Disappointment, yeah, totally, they would be disappointed, Takao thought as he removed his eyeglasses and placed them down on the table. What will they say if they found out that the a guy is writing a girly manga, and if they found out that he is a member of an all boy band—damn.
"Why aren't you dressed yet?"
Takao gasped at the voice, raising his head he found his younger sister smiling standing at the door. Takoa couldn't help but to sile back, she was one of the few people who supported him from point blank to here.
"I thought you had a party to go Onii-san." She said as she walked towards the box of suite, lifting the lid, her eyes sparkled in delight. "THIS LOOKS AWESOME ONII-SAN!"
Takao couldn't help but to chuckle awkwardly he couldn't really help it when his sister looks like that. He has always had a soft spot for her.
"Ah, Onii-san, before you leave today would you ask your friends and you to give me a few signs?"
Takao blinked and slipped from his seat, "Signs…but for what?"
The big eyes of his younger sister sparkled comically as she raised her head, "I told my classmate I would get your band's autograph!"
Takao laughed, "Have you been boasting about me again?"
She nodded vehemently making Takao chuckle.
His sister had always believed in him, so much that sometimes it makes him a bit nervous. However, whatever he did, however messed up he seems sometime, she always talked about him with pride. And this little angel, was the way she came to know him.
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A few years ago…
"Onii-san!"
Takao almost jumped out of skin hearing his sister's calling his name with such intensity, turning from the kitchen counter Takao raised an eyebrow at the teenager running towards him. Leaving the dishes for later, Takao tilted his head in question.
"What's up?" he asked and the little girl automatically sent him a huge grin.
His sister placed a magazine over the counter top, in the front page was a picture of an a boy band. He had heard of them but never actually tried to pay attention, they were popular and Takao barely had time to get in the trend.
"Let's see a concert!" she said happily.
"Eh! I'm sorry but I don't think I have enough for the—"
Before Takao could finish his sentence his sister placed two tickets over the magazine, they were VIP tickets making the brunette almost gasped in shock. "I won them!" she said before pointing at the magazine again. Takao turned his eyes on the magazine and indeed saw a raffle contest in the corner written. "I got two so…will you go with me Onii-san?"
And the next day was the day he fell in love with music, the day where he forged the dream to stand by the same stage as that man. For him to recognize him in any sea of people, for the day that he will no longer be just a face in the crowd, for that green emerald eyes to turn towards him.
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Somewhere in a small studio a tall framed singer stood with a smirk on his face as a song plays in the room, he hummed in satisfaction as he held a local newspaper that was dated a few weeks ago, in the picture was the champion of the annual battle of the bands, almost unnoticeable a small figure with a teal blue hair stood there with his face almost blurred probably from moving with an arm slung in his shoulder pressed next to a taller male. Aomine chuckled to himself, how bold of him, and that red haired guy…Kagami Taiga, huh. He would be sure to remember at least his name, he who dares call the rage and oppose the miracles.
"Ah…you're just too dim."
Aomine chuckled loudly in the room as his new song played in the background. Who was Kuroko fooling, he couldn't be without them and him, they were his past—and no one…can ever run away from their past.
Not from him.
They always comes hunting down.
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"Why did you even bring that?"
Midorima looked at Nakatani with a frown as if he was asking the obvious, with a hmph the musician looked at the item in his hand, the first manga volume he bought from that author. It was a once of lifetime chance. His luck according to Oha-Asa is on top, which he think was the reason why he was right here now. From the numbers of things he should be doing right now, this might be the most important one, yes, this should be the most important one.
Two days ago, he was called up for an offer to voice a character he had only dreamed of doing—the main male character of his favourite manga which was getting an anime. Without hesitation or asking any further question he gave his okay—without Nakatani's idea as well. This is a chance he couldn't miss after all, to be the voice of that character he had been reading from so many years. And in this crowd, she should be here, T. Kazue would surely be here. He couldn't care less for the other details. Finally he would be able to have a glimpse of her, after she had turned down so many signing events that was proposed by her fans, Midorima might be the first fan ever to see her face…in personal.
Nakatani started writing their names in the logbook as Midorima stood there watching everyone who comes in, what would she look like, he wondered. Maybe a younger probably right at his age, with the way she sees romance she might be quite young, and her words told him that she isn't quite so much into cliché maybe not too girly, perhaps she would wear something simple but solid colored dress.
"Midorima let's go." Nakatani said as he walked towards the door. Midorima nodded as he walked into the door.
Maybe she is already inside.
The hall was obviously filled with people, a small stage was set up where the name of the anime was plastered in there. From what he had heard of, this publishing company had a reputation of making a huge deal out of their best sellers ones they get an anime or an award. There were tons of faces in the room but non of them stood out. Too much lipsticks on women, and most of them seemed to range in the age between twenty and thirty, surely T. Kazue wouldn't be that old, yes?
"Ah Midorima-san!" Midorima blinked at the sound of his name. Turning Midorima gave the man a curt bow. He remembered the man, he worked once or twice with him in a small project after the disbandment. The man is one of the staffs of the animation studios, though this is actually Miodrima's first time voicing a character, the man had worked with him to arrange an insert song in a former project.
"Kimihiro-san, its good to see you." Midorima greeted the middle aged man.
"Oh looking good as always Midorima-san." The man laughed. "After hearing that you had accepted the offer I felt pretty confident with the project."
"Thank you."
"Oh is this Nakatani-san?" The man asked looking at Midorima's manager, after the two exchange pleasantries the ma started discussing Midorima's line of work. The emerald green haired musician could care less of this and his eyes started wandering in the hall in search of an outstanding figure. With the manga in his hand he hoped to have this once in a lifetime chance to meet with his favourite author.
However, in the sea of crowd, one face did stand out but it wasn't of a girl. He had seen him back in the arena. He blinked at the sight, why was he here, also dressed like that he must be really a part of the party. Did he work for the animation studios as well?
"Hm, isn't that boy…" Nakatani trailed.
"Oh Takao-san?"
Midorima blinked, Takao…so that was his name, huh?
"Isn't he one of the members of the recently rising band, ah what was it's name again—Hikari—"
"Hikari no Ou." Midorima corrected. "Why is he here?"
The middle aged man placed a finger in his chin as if in deep thought, before suddenly clicking his finger, "Oh yeah maybe he's been asked to attend in behalf of their band. We've been thinking a lot about asking them to do the opening song."
Midorima's brows furrowed, no, something wasn't right about that statement. They wouldn't invite a single member, that would be an insult to the whole band. However…what would this person do in this place anyway if that wasn't true? He doesn't seem like he would be part of the animation team, nor the publishing team. And don't they seem quite rude to invite him here and let him stood in the corner alone like that? Midorima supressed the urge to shake his head, ah some people just lack courtesy.
"Eh, isn't that the bassist of the band who won last week?"
"Hm? Really?"
"Yeah, yeah look!"
Midorima tried to ignore the chattering, unfortunately the two women were standing next to him, both wearing quite a very revealing clothes. As much as the musician wanted to ignore the chattering, he found someone walking up to the boy with a glass of champagne. Curiosity somehow got better of the emerald haired musician and he found himself listening and turning his eyes towards the brunette.
Takao raised his head towards the man approaching him and bowed his head meekly.
"Eh, look whose here." The man said chuckling, "Finally got fed up with your interviews? Or is it your girl in here?"
"None of that." Takao answered sighing.
This was one of the thousand reasons he hated parties. About quarter of the company has not seen his face at all, to most of them T. Kazue is a sweet and polite girl, a lot of them had not known him in person yet, most of the time he would work at home sends his manuscript via fax or a courier. And getting this kind of impression almost didn't shock him anymore. Straightening himself up, Takao tried to get out of the situation by slipping away but he was shock when an arm was pressed against the wall in the side of his face trapping him in place.
"Hey, hey, where you going, I wanna have a chat with a celeb." The man said.
"Please, just leave me—"
"So tell me how was it?"
"Huh?" Takao raised an eyebrow at the man.
"I'm pretty sure it was great having a friggin Miracle in your band." The man chuckled humourlessly, "You don't think everyone would be oblivious, right? I know, I know for one you only won that contest because you were lucky enough to get a miracle in your hands."
Takao furrowed his eyebrows. How dare someone tell them that Kuroko was the only reason they won. Kuroko is apart of it, but for their efforts to be ignored like that, how dare he speak like that. Kagami rehearsed as much, so did Furihata and him. Everyone did their best. It wasn't luck. It was paved by pure effort. Takao lowered his head and chuckled dryly before pushing away the man, not enough to make him stumble and call attention, but enough to give him space.
Midorima who was watching for a far was not prepared for the next moment. For some reason he was suddenly drawn to the other's eyes, the sharpness of those blue silver eyes, and that fire that seems to burn cold with his confident strides. Somehow… that very moment felt like a deja-vu, for a moment he could hear the way T. Kazue would describe that exact moment if she was watching it.
He walks with pride, no hesitation painted his face.
With a smile he approaches the stage, asked the man there if he could borrow his guitar.
The sharpness of his eyes could be compared of that of a Hawk, a predator with his mighty wings.
Ah, but he was yet to soar…
Midorima could swear his mouth gaped at the sight, despite the busy crowd, Takao made his way to the side of the stage where he leaned and borrowed a bass guitar to someone, with a confident stride he walked up to the empty stage which finally gathers the attention of the people. Shedding his jacket, Takao placed them on the empty chair set there. Midorima watched in awe ignoring whatever his manager was saying then, something told him that there is something special that is to be witnessed that moment. He could feel the stage screaming that brunette's name. It was a rare occurrence when the stage calls for you, for little to few people were born like this, with their name etched in the skin of the stage.
"Good evening!" Takao waved from the stage. Everyone started chattering about and looking up at him as if he was some lunatic. However, his smile did something else in Midorima's mind.
He couldn't be mistaken, this boy…he isn't just—
"Tonight due to a request of one of our guests, I, Takao Kazunari will perform for you."
Losening his tie, thee brunette started strumming and the whole crowd was swept by its feet.
And that moment, his wings spread proudly in his back.
And I saw the flight of freedom
Midorima's eyes widen, that kind of strumming, and that tune, it felt like it was alive beating to the wave. Just…how? The crowd was mesmerized by the single person upstage. He couldn't believe what his ears was making him hear, he sure was warned by Kise about Kuroko's new bandmates, but this was beyond that. With this kind of guitarist, they don't need to rely on Kuroko alone. He knows his tune, he knew the guitar like it was the back of his hand, and the way he could make it sing alone on its own is just…beautiful.
"TSUBASA wo hirogete miwatasu no sa
'sorry what's your name again…?'
Kiete ku flame of freedom
AS FAR AS I CAN GO dakishimete!"
His throat suddenly felt dry as he watched the brunette up stage, he didn't look lost in there, he looked like he belonged there, like he was made to fit there. He looked so beautiful and brilliant there. People started smiling at the one at the stage, the same people who looked at him earlier like he was some idiot is now looking at him with admiration. The crowd suddenly was infected with his own energy, and if Midorima wasn't himself he was sure he would have been swept by the same flow.
So this was this huh…the storm. Indeed what a frightening storm, it wasn't a storm of water and wind, it was a storm of blazing passion like fire, molten solid rocks of will, with a hidden core of latent talent. Such force was frighteningly beautiful and tyrant, a moment where you would momentarily forget how it is to breathe as if you suddenly sunk in the bottom of a warm water, he couldn't breathe and yet he doesn't want to get out of.
"TSUBASA wo hirogete miwatsu no sa
'sorry what's your name again…?
Kiete ku flame of freedom
As far as we can go
Why don't you come with me in the frame?
AS FAR AS WE CAN GO dakishimete!"
Finally Takao finished the performance, for a second the crowd was quiet until the room was filled with applause. Takao smiled widely and nodded thanking the crowd. Midorima couldn't help but to be awed, he isn't just good with his guitar his vocals is beyond good as well, his voice cannot be compared to any of the Miracles' it was rough, dangerous to have but he still could manage to perfectly utilize it. He knows everything about his voice and that alone was a very impressive thing. He knows his tune and his notes, just like his own wings.
"DID YOU HEAR THAT?!" the man behind Midorima exclaimed, turning around, he found Kimihiro with his eyes sparkling in joy. "HE AND HIS BAND NEEDS TO SING THE OPENING SONG NO MATTER WHAT!"
Midorima couldn't agree more, he needs to know more than what Kise had told him. And seeing this, he could be pretty much sure that this isn't just a whim Kuroko had. Now he understood, aside from finding a smart way to utilize Kuroko's voice, they as an individual were no ordinary as well, they were more than ready for the stage's call. Takao was no ordinary, aside from his skills with the bass his voice is impressive, powerful and diversed, it has been well structured both weakness and strength already been made obvious to the owner.
However to the musician's dismay, he found the same man who had mocked Takao walking towards him to the door. The man had a gruff look with both hands in his pocket. He didn't seem happy about whatever has happened. Takao suddenly appeared from the sea of crowd running after the man.
"Hey you!"
The man stopped and turned to Takao with a cocky grin, "So what was that about? Tryin' to out smart me?"
"Let me get this straight." Takao said with eyes staring right at the others, "So what exactly do you want about us."
The man scoffed, "Ha! As if you could have won without a miracle!"
Takao pursed his lips, his word went straight right at him. That was correct. He is right, if Kuroko didn't came then…they might have not won. They may not have been able to at the very least get into the contest. His own pride was suddenly bruised by the other's words. The man started laughing at him.
"Don't…make fun of my bandme—AH!"
Before Takao could finish his sentence he felt someone pulled him from behind by his arm. To his surprise, he found the man's face blurred and suddenly he was standing behind someone. A tall, broad back covered him from the man. Then suddenly-
SPLASH!
"WHAT THE FU—"
Takao was shock as well, looking up he found a familiar emerald green hair. Stepping aside, Takao almost found himself gasping at the sight with a frown the tall green haired musician was holding up a dripping empty water glass in his tapped fingers and was now standing in front of the soaked man.
"Speak like that when you can overthrow the miracles on your own." Midorima's voice was confident as always, stoic and cold, "Can you even pick up your tune? You don't have any idea about music, to speak of people you barely know…such stupidity irks me."
"YOU! Do you even know the cost of this suite that you just ruined?!" The man growled in anger.
Takao was speechless; Midorima…just defended Kuroko's band mates in the presence of this many people. His words were indirect however they were going to the same direction. They were directed towards defending Kuroko's choice of people. Also such display of actions, who would have thought the ever composed and stoic Midorima is able to show of something such as this. Ignoring all the chattering noises in the background Midorima walked towards the table and placed the empty glass of water there.
"M-Midorima…-san?" Takao wasn't sure what to say, as he was witnessing this. Midorima spoke in his place with a confidence of a true born, real, and pure Miracle. Yes, this was the kind of beauty and coolness they possessed, both in and out of the camera—the kind of self-assurance only they could weild.
To the brunette musician's shock Midorima lifted another water filled glass and turned to face the man.
"I may hate Kuroko's decision to leave, however I do commend him for his choice of companions…and respect his talent." Midorima gripped the glass, "I couldn't let something like you to speak my choice of rival like that, however, I do know for one that what I did is wrong…so in return—"
SPLASH
"Oh my gosh!"
"W-What's happening?"
"Midorima what are you doing?!" Nakatani exclaimed in shock as he witnessed the sight.
Takao was no different from the green haired man's manager's reaction, his mouth was gaped at the sight, Midorima Shintaro, the former member of the most prestigious band of prodigies just poured a glass of water to himself. His hair dripped and his glasses were fogged up. People stared in awe at his action, even the man before him stared at him in disbelief.
"Now we are even." Midorima said with composure, "Saying that to my chosen rival, is the same as telling me that I am no better. I wouldn't let that happen."
Placing the empty glass on the table, the green haired man walked pass the frozen figure there. Takao couldn't believe the things he was seeing, yet again his heart was stopped by the moment. Midorima just acknowledge them as his rival, he used his own words to defend him. He poured water on himself in the name of protecting the integrity of his chosen rival, what he did or they did to earn this from the ever composed and stoic musician is beyond Takao. The broad back of the musician he always looked up to was just an arm length away from him now.
At first glance it was easy to lump him with the rest of the Miracles who left Kuroko, he even admitted that he did not agree with Kuroko's decision to leave the band, however along the very same sentence, he also admit his outmost respect to Kuroko. His words were sharp and might sound insensitive but in truth he respects people who were able to pose him real challenge. Takao didn't waste any time, he stormed out of the hall following the very same figure whom he had admired and mould his dreams with. He thought people like he would not understand, people like him to make them look their way would be close to impossible, he thought it was a strike to the moon for him to even turn their way, people like Midorima, people who were born as prodigies to acknowledge them sounded ridiculous…and yet—
"I couldn't let something like youspeak of my choice of rival like that…"
"…To speak of people you barely know…such stupidity irks me."
"MIDORIMA!"
Midorima turned and raised an eyebrow at the sound of his name, stopping and turning towards the source, he found a heaving brunette bassist running after him. With a sigh the musician waited for the other. "What is it?" he asked as the other stopped a few feet a way from him collecting his breath.
"I-I want to thank you."
Midorima huffed, "There is no need. I didn't do it for you."
Takao raised his head to meet the green eyes that were fogged behind the glasses, "I know. But please take my gratitude anyways."
"I don't understand you." Midorima said before removing his glasses.
Takao swore his breathe hitched as he found himself caught up in the image of Midorima without his glasses, his cheeks burnt bright scarlet. Midorima had such subtle pair of eyes, long lashes framed his emerald green eyes that were the same color of the luscious rain forest you'd see in a beautiful coffee table book. Midorima sighed and placed his eyeglasses back cutting Takao's internal monologue of how beautiful those eyes were.
"Your name…its Takao?"
"Uh…Yeah." Takao answered, "Takao Kazunari."
Midorima stared at him for a moment wondering how on earth does he seem to sound like someone yet he couldn't quite fit who exactly or how does he get this feeling he had known this person for so long. He doesn't seem like someone who would have studied in Teiko, and if he did, Midorima was sure he would remember him instantly. Sighing and giving up on trying remembering where he had met this guy before, Midorima settled for the matter at hand.
"You shouldn't have lowered your head for someone like him."
"E-Excuse me?"
"You're insulting me that way." Midorima added. "If you're thinking about how that guy may be right about you, then you are wasting your time, quit now. There is nothing shameful of having a humble start, there is no shame in falling…the shame is in when you refuse to stand again."
Takao's eyes widen at the words of the Miracle, he was taken aback by the words of empathy of the prodigy. Who would have thought someone like him who from the start knew he would shine brighter than any stars would dare let those words slip his lips? Takao has no idea how much more one could actually admire a person, but he was pretty sure he was getting quite deep with his crush over this person. He cursed the way he spoke to him right now, the way his eyes seem to be more beautiful up close, ah, yeah that was right…he was in a heap of trouble falling this much.
"I expect no less from your band, send my regards to Kuro—"
"Takao-san?"
Midorima frowned as he was cut midway by someone calling Takao's name, looking over Takao's back he found a deliver boy walking towards the two. Takao turned to face the person and was actually shock that someone let a delivery personnel on his own to come in, usual procedure would have the delivery personnel wait by the lobby and someone from the staffs would come in ask the person to meet the delivery guy there.
"Uhm, who would Takao-san be?" The delivery guy asked awkwardly.
Takao blinked and pointed to himself, "That would be me."
The delivery guy bowed his head and smiled before handing Takao a clipboard and pen, "Please sign here sir." Takao complied and started signing the form, meanwhile the delivery boy pulled his messenger bag to himself and produced a letter. "A letter was sent for you, sir."
As the man was about to hand over the parcel to Takao, Midorima saw something that caught his entire attention. With a clean penmanship of a businessman a name was written in the back, and it wasn't Takao's name—
TETSUYA
Before Takao could receive the item, Midorima snatched it away.
"AH! HEY!" Takao exclaimed.
"Who sent this?" Midorima asked with eyebrows furrowed at the delivery man.
"I-I don't know sir, i-it wasn't indicated here."
"What's wrong with you that's private property?!" Takao exclaimed trying to get the letter back.
"This isnt for you." Midorima said with a firm tone. Midorima turned the letter with the name facing Takao. "Someone sent it for you, so you could take it to him."
Takao was surprised, Kuroko's name was clearly written behind it. But why, why wasn't it delivered directly to Kuroko? If it was really for him, why do all the trouble of sending it to him, when he could have send it directly to Kuroko? Before Takao could get himself an answer he found Midorima had already opened the letter.
"HEY WAI—"
As soon as the musician had opened the letter his eyes widen, and he froze in his feet, his shoulder's tensed and his hands fell to his side. What are they planning…what were they thinking while doing this? Are they planning to destroy him like this, from the inside out?
"Don't…"
Takao raised his head upon hearing the low whisper of Midorima, he sounded like he was pleading. What exactly did he saw? Curiosity got better of him, Takao took the letter from Midorima and revealed its content. Upon finding the content, his eyes widen-
"Don't give it to Kuroko."
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The title of the song Takao sung in this chapter is REALLY something from his voice actor—so basically something Takao really DID sing(am I making any sense though), for those who watched BAKUMAN you may be familiar with it—the title is FRAME IN FLAME. I really loved the chorus part, a friend of mine bought the OLDCODEX's album once and let me copy in my Itunes the songs. I haven't listened to it until a few weeks ago and just loved how explosive and contagious the energy of the song and plus the lyrics was like 'OOOH' amazing LOL(I think I sounded like Hinata(from Haikyuu) just now AHAHAHA). I really kinda wanted to put a singing Takao somewhere here hahaha, though I do LOVE Ono Daisuke's voice and Kamiya Hiroshi's voice—I think when it comes to singing, I'm still Tatsuhisa Suzuki's fan(I like his singing voice as much as I like Kensho Ono's and Yuuki Ono).
SEEK YOUR TURN is also a song from the same album where FRAME IN FLAME came, it is by OLDCODEX! If you time, listen to it in youtube *winks*