Here's the second part of my drabble series, Life and Death~ The same warnings of the first part still apply here~
Honestly I'm not very good at Midorima's personality. There's just something about his tsundereness that makes it seriously hard. I've set this in the Teikou days by the way, so that's why there aren't going to be any mentions of the Kiseki no Sedai's new 'partners' anywhere~.

Part Two: Midorima


The two entities known as Life and Death do not play by the rules set by Fate. Life does as she pleases, creating new toys and throwing old ones away, forcing them onto her brother. And Fate can do nothing in the hands of the one who created him, even though he is immune to Death's hold. For she is one who cannot be controlled by anyone but herself. But Fate has his own ways of fighting against his creator, Life.


Pushing his glasses up from the bridge of his nose, Midorima Shintarou glanced at the shops in the shopping district. He was on a hunt for the next lucky item, a coin purse in the shape of a dog. Having spent the last two hours looking for it even he was starting to feel like he wouldn't be able to find it. Midorima softly sighed, not noticing the small figure following a couple of paces behind him. "Kuroko…" he whispered under his breath, his pace slowing down just a tad at the sudden shift in thoughts. It was times like these, when he was away from the crowded presence of his- admittedly- friends, that he was honest with himself. "I'm sorry."

What he was apologizing for even he didn't know. Was it because he wasn't there? Was it because of his shallow resentment of the boy? Or was it because he was just jealous of the easy attention the other would receive from those of higher status? Midorima knew he did everything he possibly could but he never felt Kuroko ever did anything…. How wrong he was.

Kuroko watched the broad back of the man before him, his arms hanging by his sides as he walked. "Midorima-kun," he said with his light voice, letting the wind carry it to allow himself to be heard. Midorima's head snapped up, his green eyes widening behind the thick black frames of his glasses as he looked around for the owner of the voice he wouldn't see. "What are you sorry for?" There was no reason for the man to be sorry. The tall young man with hair the color of forest green let his gaze lower. The voice was just in his imagination but he felt the need to answer it anyway.

"For not appreciating you like I should have." He said it. "For not acknowledging you as I should have." The words sounded hollow, like his heart felt, when he spoke them. But he felt better after saying them. If only he could have seen the smile on Kuroko's face.

Since Midorima took a detour through an isolated street, he stopped to calm his emotions, only to jerk in surprise when he felt the barest touch on the middle of his back. Risking a glance over his shoulder his eyes widened once again when he saw the faint translucent image of Kuroko Tetsuya, a gentle smile on his features. "You showed me your feelings many, many times, Midorima-kun." The young man stared at Kuroko who was quickly fading, an expression of pure pain flashing across his features when he spun around to reach for him, only to grasp air. "Kuroko..."

Suppressing his emotions of guilt, the memories of that day flashing to the forefront of his mind, Midorima turned on his heel and walked away, only to pause when he saw exactly what he had been looking for in the corner of his eye. Quickly he walked into the store, picking the item up with shaking fingers to look at it more closely. Sure enough it was exactly what he had spent the last two hours looking for and with a small sound of annoyance he bought the dog shaped coin purse. Oha-Asa's fortune of the day rung loud and clear in his mind as he walked away from the store, just walking the route his legs decided to take him on.

"…Aquarius' lucky item of the day is a coin purse in the shape of a dog! As long as you have that your good luck will go up, up, up!"