This is my first time writing fanfic. Please comment and review and share your ideas so that I can improve my writing and content. Also, I would like some ideas for the plot. I apologise for mayuzumi's curses but I though it would be reallistic
I don't own Kuroko no basket. Some names are taken from the one shot.
Chapter 2
New model
"You want me to do what?!" Chihiro Mayuzumi asked, perplexed.
"Please teach me how to use misdirection" Kuroko politely requested.
After school, Kuroko approached Chihiro Mayuzumi who was reading a light novel on the bridge. Mayuzumi being Mayuzumi purposefully ignored Kuroko until Kuroko put forward his request.
"You created that tactic, didn't you." Mayuzumi said picking his ear.
"I have lost the ability to do it. The only one who knows it, is you, Mayuzumi-San" Kuroko replied.
"No" said Chihiro flatly.
"Excuse Me?"
"No Baka NO! This doesn't make sense. You drop me from my grace; made me run out of the misdirection; hurt my pride and made my final year an utter loss. And now you come to me begging for help. Also, why should I help you. What will you give me in return" the greynette scolded.
For the first time, Kuroko felt the impact of his actions. After winning continuously, he had forgotten how a loser felt. He had forgotten his Teiko days where he had got the lowest marks in basketball.
"I'm Sorry Mayuzumi san" Kuroko apologized.
"what?" Mayuzumi couldn't believe his ears.
"I'm sorry Mayuzumi san.I really am. That day I was completely focused on proving that my style of basketball is better than the generation of miracles'. In the process, I have forgotten about the impact of winning. I have forgotten the feeling of being helpless and being used only as a passer" Kuroko was in tears.
"what is this idiot speaking?" Chihiro thought.
"What do you mean Kuroko?" he asked.
Then Kuroko spilled his flashback. About his failure into getting into the first string; his meeting with Aomine; How Akashi inspired his abilities; how he had witnessed the Miracles blooming; his question about victory: Everything. At the end, the usually deadpan Kuroko started crying.
"Da'aho! one moment I want to ignore him, the next moment I sympathize him" Mayuzumi thought.
"Your story sounds similar to a light novel I read. Whatever, you idiot, guess I'll help you after ready tomorrow morning at the streetball court. I will teach you the technique you have discovered. Now leave me alone, I need to finish this light novel today" Mayuzumi retorted.
On hearing this Kuroko turned back and started for his home with a smile on his face.
"Once in a lifetime encounter "he though as he ran towards his home happily.
Mayuzumi discreetly walked towards his dorm with no one noticing him as usual. He opened the door and walked in. His large bookcase containing all his light novels and literature material and his overclocked computer faced him. He opened his bookcase and took out a carboard box which he hadn't touched since the first year of college. The last expression on his face was seriousness as he stared at the rakuzan jersey and a book-"Art of Misdirecting the gaze"