Don't Take Me For Granted

Chapter: 4

Midorima's POV

Eyes narrowed, I inspect Kuroko's stance through the rear view mirror, fuming. His eyes, usually empty and replaced with a blank gaze, are now occupied by broken sapphires. His hand curls into a fist, wrinkling the fringe of his polo. His wet hair lies plastered to the sides of his face. Kuroko's lower lip quivers, and he bites it to keep silent. I turn my attention to the front window again, concentrating as to not bump any cars while pulling out of the tight parking space. Pulling out my phone, I send a quick text to another team member. Kise's gunna have a fit...

A small voice interrupts my train of thought, and I jump slightly.

"Midorima-kun, can you take me to my house now?" He asks, voice barely a whisper. The blue tone of his voice sends a pang through my chest, seeing a fellow team member in this state hurts, but I reluctantly shake my head.

"Kuroko, I can't. You're injured, and I can't leave it be-"

"I have supplies. You can do what you need to with what I have. Just take me home." I glance back to him through the mirror, startled by the lifeless tone ( more than usual ) and watch him slide to rest with his face against the window. His breath fogs up the glass, and he slides a sluggish finger across it, drawing meaningless squiggles. Sighing, I take a new route.

"Fine. Where do you live?" I ask, quietly. He Kuroko looks forward and blinks.

Kise's POV

"How's this?" I ask, turning slightly, raising a hand to partially ruffle my hair, freezing in the position. I smile, showing off the white skinny jeans that someone would soon waste their money on. Of course, they insisted that he wouldn't need a shirt, but as always, I know best. I added a simple black sleeveless shirt with a low neck line, sliding silver bangles onto my wrist. And, as always, slipped on my favorite shades. I don't know why everyones always so impressed by what I come up with. Do they think I'm an idiot or something? Probably.

"Yes! That's perfect, stay there!" A voice confirms before flashing lights surround me, catching every possible angle. If I were a newbie, I would've had to cover my eyes to keep from being blinded, but now I'm fine. I mean, I still come out of it with foggy sight, but I can keep my eyes open through it. It's a couple moments before the flashing stops, and I sigh when the camera's are lowered. Without needing to look, I instantly now that there's a horde of fan-girls staring at me. Feeling generous, I turn towards them and sheepishly (not really) blow them a kiss, winking. I look away as the usual squeals reach my ears.

"Ah," I yawn, stretching my arms, "Finally, I can go home!" I reach behind one of the on set lockers and pull out my bag, reaching for a towel. It may not seem like it, but being a model is very energy consuming. Wiping my face, I fish out my phone, checking my inbox.

Spam.

Spam.

Spam.

Midorima... nah he's not important at the moment.

Spam.

Spam.

Tossing my phone back into my bag, I turn to leave, but the text tone goes off again. Rolling my eyes, I reach for the phone again, scowling at the ID. Midorima. Passing the lock screen, I accept.

Yes, what do you want now?

Sorry to bother you. Are you working?

Nah, I just finished, why?

It's something about Kurok-

OHMYGOSHWHAT'SWRONGWITHMY KUROKOCHIIIIIIIII!?

WHERE IS HE,

HOW IS HE,

IS SOMETHING WRONG?

Calm the fuck down! *huff* He's not dead or anything. But I do need you to come to his house. Some thing's up. Do you know where he lives?

OF COURSE I KNOW WHERE HE LIVES! I mean... yeah, I've seen him around...

Kay then, I'll see you soon.

Yup.

Turning the phone off, I throw my bag over my shoulder, hurrying out.

"Wait Kise-kun! You're still wearing the clothes!" Someone yells from behind me.

"Don't worry 'bout it. I'll buy them!" I shout back, practically sprinting to my limo. Before I can reach it, a croud of girls blocks my path.

" Oh my gosh, can I have your autograph?"

"Me first!"

"No, Me!" The girls argue amongst themselves, and I sigh. Pulling off the sunglasses, rolling my eyes at the nosebleeds present, I smirk.

"Well let's have a contest. Does anyone have a sharpie?" I ask, blinking as someone in the front hands me one calmly. Looking to the rest of them, I see they've gone quiet, waiting to hear of the contest. Pulling the cap off of the marker, I quickly scribble my name on the side of the glasses. Looking up, and handing back the marker, I huff.

"Okay, now everyone go stand a couple feet behind the limo." They don't ask questions, and rush to their place.

"Alright then. The one who catches this get to keep it. No roughhousing, kay?" All of them nod, eagerly. I quickly open the door, throw my stuff inside, and get in. I tell the driver to drive as soon as I throw the glasses, and he nods, amused. Popping out of the sky light, I countdown from three and throw them to the horde, immediately dropping back down into the limo.

Don't worry Kurokochii, I don't know what this is about, but I'll be there to help out!