YEEEESSSSSSSSSSS! I FINALLY FINISHED IT! 8D
And OMG, thank you so much, guys~! Reading all your reviews really kept me going! Although, of course this took a few days 'cause I keep getting distracted but anyway! 8D
Went: I'm glad you liked it! :D
animefan106: Thank god they seemed like friends. Although Midorima will probably deny that. XD... Ooh, you have no idea as to how mischievous Kuroko shall be. :D
neon. fall: Yes. They will be. :D... You must nag me, then! XD
pinacchi: Oh, thank you! Please nag me. XD
madluv: Ooh, another AoSaku fan~! 8D... I just KNEW I had to ship them when I was watching the anime. XD... Maybe I'll make another fic just for them. :D
Smoke on Mirrors: GAH! HAVE MERCY, AKASHI-SAN! DX... No worries, it made me even more pumped to finish the next chapter. :D... I want to meet Akashi soon. DX... :P
lito. dellamas: Hmmm... Lemon scene? I dunno. I suck at writing smut. XD... But if I get enough encouragement, maybe I'll try it. But I'll definitely include a real lemon in the story someday. XD... Btw, thanks for that pm. XD
Perryels: Yesh! A true nagger! 8D... Yeah, I love crackfics, too. 8D... Here's your cookie! ( : : )... Sorry it's a virtual one. DX
Sylvia-san: I've experience this before, with my other fic. I'm still guilty about it. (. _ .) ... But anyway, thanks for trying to scare me into working! XP... I don't wanna lose my readers, after all. :D
DivineCluster: You want them to sing on stage? You're in luck today, then. 8D... Though I can't exactly promise that Kuroko and Kagami's duet will sound amazing. XD... Well, I haven't met Akashi yet (dang it!), but I'm not sure about that pairing. O.o... Can you explain to me why they work out together? I've seen some fics of theirs lately.
Wierd Yume: I won't abandon this as long as I get reviews and naggers at my side. XD... Cookies~ :3
lunachiarolover: I KNOW, RIGHT? WE SHOULD LET CHOCO CHIPS TAKE OVER THE WORLD~! \(*A*)/... Wonder no more! You shall now find out who our mysterious blunette is. :D
rii96: Done! 8D... Well, where I am, it's the 24th, so I guess I passed! 8D... Those theories are good, but you're not even close to the mark. But, no worries! I'm sure you'll love them either way! 8D... Please keep on nagging me for the next chapter! ^.^
NOTE: Oh, by the way, I'm not just looking for one person to nag me. 8D... So keep the death thre—I mean, encouragements coming! :D... For this chapter, I've edited a pic so only Takao, Sakurai, Kuroko, and Kasamatsu show up. It pretty much gives away what this chapter is gonna be about. :P
Disclaimer: Kuroko no Basuke is not mine. Unfortunately.
Oh, and this part is still the same day. XD
EDIT: [Feb. 15, 2015]: I have implemented changes to Chapter 4 and have updated Chapter 1 with them. Chapters 2 and 3 are still in the process of editing. Just things like Kasamatsu's eyes no longer being described as 'deep blue' and the way I frequently use first names. Again, Ch. 2 and 3 haven't been changed yet.
EDIT [Feb. 19, 2015]: Writing format changes have now been made to this chapter. (Damn formatting. Why can't we have strikethrough here? -.-''')
Previously...
"No clubbing, a'ight?!"
"NOOOOO!"
"... What exactly do you mean by 'clubbing', sir?"
The Exaggeratedly Perilous Journey of a Gay High School Romance
Chapter 2: The Starry Idols
Aomine Daiki scowled as he and his friends headed towards the Student Council room. His entire day just got ruined by their punishment. After all, who wouldn't get upset over something like that? 'Cause seriously. No soccer practice for a month?! Koga-sensei really had it against him. Daiki had thought that maybe it wouldn't be so bad, but then the old bastard had to go and declare that they were banned from using the sports facilities, too!
The blunette's scowl deepened even more as recalled that. Even though it was already dismissal time, there were still a lot of students in the hallway, and most of them had taken to getting as far away from the scary group as possible. Though they would usually be greeted by fans and friends, everyone decided to completely leave the four guys the hell alone. And that was a good decision, considering how downright murderous Aomine Daiki and Kagami Taiga looked right now.
"Fucking hell..." muttered Kagami. He suddenly punched a nearby locker without even batting an eyelash. "Ugh! I can't believe it! Can you believe it?! This is totally, ridiculously unbelievable!"
"We get it already, moron. But really, you should all be grateful they didn't expel us," snapped Midorima Shintarou. "Although, frankly, I blame you two for this. Kise and I were just helpless innocent bystanders whom you've dragged into this mess. You should really be ashamed of yourselves. And Kagami, stop punching those lockers!" huffed the green-haired teen as he whacked the fuming redhead.
"Well, compared to you, Ryouta seems to be okay with it," remarked Aomine. Both Midorima and Kagami turned to their blonde friend who—strangely enough—had actually been quiet ever since classes had ended, now that the three had noticed. It was getting a bit worrisome, since at times like this, the blonde model would go all whiny and annoying and stuff.
But Kise Ryouta just stayed silent.
The three other males glanced at each other before Aomine coughed. "Yo, Goldie," he called, tapping Kise's shoulder.
"Uh... Huh? Hmm? What is it?" asked Kise, snapping out of his reverie.
"Everything alright? Are you... mad at us?"
"Huh?!" exclaimed Kise, blinking incredulously at his companions.
"You've been quiet for a while now," explained Midorima.
Ryouta cocked his head in confusion. "Oh. Well, actually, I was just thinking about those guys at the cafeteria earlier~!" chirped the blonde, suddenly reverting back to his cheerful self.
Three eyebrows rose. "What about them?" voiced Kagami.
"Well..." trailed off Kise, clearly hesitating about the subject, but obviously dying to share it as well. "It's really nothing, anyway. But, you see... I've got this strange feeling that I've met one of them before," replied the blonde tennis player. "It's been eating at me ever since lunchtime. But, anyway, forget about it. Not that important anyhow," brushed the blonde dismissively.
"Well, speaking of lunchtime..." voiced Kagami. He teasingly elbowed the blue-haired teen next to him. Said teen promptly gave him a feral growl and a menacing glare that would make even the toughest of men cower in fear.
Not his idiotic best friend, though.
Taiga just laughed at his immediate reaction. "C'mon, it's not that bad. Like that weird kid said, it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"
"Yeah. One I'd like to forget, thank you very much," muttered Daiki, trying his hardest to dispel the awful memories of that accidental kiss.
"Well, congratulations. You'll get to forget about it while working under the Glee Club," supplied Shintarou sarcastically, mouth grimacing. "Whoever they are."
"You know, I gotta agree with what Tai had said back at the Principal's office, though. Even I've never heard of this Glee Club before, until Koga had mentioned it. And that's sayin' something," admitted Aomine as they kept walking.
"Maybe it was just formed recently?" suggested Kise with a shrug.
"Well, whatever it is, its officers are waiting inside already," said Midorima. He halted as they reached the door to the Student Council room. After their lecture with the Principal and Koga-sensei, they had been given strict orders to proceed immediately to the Student Council after dismissal as the Glee Club's upperclassmen will be there and will escort them to their club's room.
Shintarou took a deep breath and pushed up his glasses as he turned to stare hard at his companions. "Now, I'm only gonna say this once, but you better behave this time, you hear me? Especially you two," scolded the green-haired athlete, flicking both Kagami's and Aomine's forehead. "If we screw up again, who knows what punishment we'll get next," he reminded, slightly shuddering at the memory of Koga-sensei and the Principal's combined degree of cruelty.
"Yeah, yeah. Just open the door already, will ya?" snapped Aomine. Shintarou briefly glared at him, before turning to knock politely on the wooden door. Before he could, though, the door suddenly swung wide open, startling the four teens as it revealed an intimidating—yet petite—brown-haired girl wearing a black blazer, a short black skirt, black knee-high socks and leather shoes, a white long-sleeved polo shirt underneath, and a red necktie—the color for Third-Years.
Kagami's jaw comically dropped. "C-C-Coach?!"
"YOU'RE LATE, BAKAGAMI!" yelled the girl. And promptly karate-chopped his head.
"AND YOU THREE, TOO!" Aomine, Kise, and Midorima all slightly jumped as the small female pointed at them accusingly. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT TIME IT IS RIGHT NOW?! THE PROGRAM HAS ALREADY STARTED, YOU IDIOTS!"
The three boys quickly ducked behind a still-disoriented Kagami Taiga. Whose face got hit by a flying bag, courtesy of one livid girl.
"K-Kagamicchi!" yelped Ryouta, shaking the redhead awake.
"O-Oi, Riko! Don't kill them all!"
"My, my. Riko-san sure is getting fired up, eh?"
All eyes looked up as two guys wearing thick glasses—and red neckties, as well—approached them. The one with short spiky hair shook his head and sighed at the sight of the four athletes' pale faces staring at the brown-haired girl's murderous look, while the other with wavy locks just chuckled. "It's not our turn yet, anyway..." added the one with spiky hair.
"That's not my point, Jun!" huffed the girl named Riko. She suddenly grabbed the redheaded Taiga's collar and hoisted him up—despite their height and weight difference. "If tardiness is the first impression you give me, then I might as well kick you out, you dumbass!" she yelled, shaking a very pale-looking Kagami.
"B-But Coach—!"
"And what's this about you being suspended for a month?!" she cut him off, glaring daggers dipped in acid. The redhead gave a nervous chuckle.
"When you get your sorry ass back in the club, expect me to quadruple your training until you can't walk anymore, YA HEAR ME?!"
"Y-Yes, Coach..." whimpered the redheaded basketball player, already fearing for his legs.
Aomine and the others looked on, nervously gulping at the girl's frightening aura. "I guess Tai wasn't exaggerating his stories, huh?" whispered the soccer player to Kise, who looked shaken. It seems the Coach from Hell really was true.
The guy named Jun sighed again at his friend. Though small in stature and chest—which her friends always remember to never ever mention, Aida Riko is one tenacious and ruthless trainer, especially in basketball. Skip one practice and she'd make you wish you never did.
Midorima decided to interrupt before his idiot of a friend got killed on-the-spot. "Y-You were talking about a program...?"
The bespectacled guy with spiky hair turned to address him. "Ah, yes. It's the academy's first fundraising event for the school year. All the performing arts clubs will be, well, performing, and our Glee Club is the last participant. I'm Hyuga Junpei, by the way, the club's President," he finished, bowing at the others.
"This is Imayoshi Shoichi, the Vice-President," introduced Hyuga. The guy with wavy locks smiled gently and bowed, as well.
"And I'm Aida Riko, your worst nightmare if you don't behave," quipped Riko, crossing her arms and pinning the four boys with a deadly glare.
Said boys stuttered a loud 'yes' and—for once—humbly introduced themselves.
"Anyway, let's go now. The others are waiting," beckoned Hyuga; the four athletes deciding to follow behind their seniors. As they walked towards another part of the school, the redheaded Taiga stared at his coach's back. There was a chance that he may get hit again, but he just couldn't suppress his curiosity anymore. He decided to just go and ask already.
"Um, coach?" called the redhead politely. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but, uh, why are you coming with us? Are you in the Glee Club, too?"
Riko turned to him without halting. "Oh, no. I just volunteer to help sometimes, that's all. Most of my friends are in Performing Arts, you see. Jun and Sho here, included," replied the brown-haired girl with a smile—shocking the three other athletes immensely.
"Are you really that much in need of help, Hyuga-senpai?" asked Midorima incredulously, trying to ignore the seemingly-bipolar coach. Hyuga and Imayoshi both chuckled softly.
"Actually, we're not really much of a club, Midorima-kun," replied Junpei. To which the four athletes all shared a noise of confusion. The three seniors chuckled some more. "You guys ever heard of the rivalry between the Music Club, the Drama Club, and the Dance Troupe?" asked the club president.
"About how they had argued over school events last year?" supplied Ryouta.
Hyuga nodded. "Yep, that's the one. Because of that, the Student Council decided to merge the three clubs for one huge event. A few members from each club volunteered to perform alongside each other as one group. And because of this, last year's final show became a major hit, prompting the Student Council to make them a permanent club for the school. And that's how the Glee Club was born," he finished, smiling distantly.
"Although we're only a sub-organization of the three clubs; meaning that our new members will have to be old members of theirs, and that we can only perform as guests for fundraisers," added Imayoshi ruefully. "But either way, I hope you guys enjoy your stay with us, even though you'll just be the production team."
"Thank god for that," remarked Aomine. "I don't think I can stand Taiga's singing."
Said redhead grumbled at him, clearly offended. "You're just jealous, Ahomine."
"Ryou-chaaan, come on. It's been several hours now. That guy's not gonna kill you anymore!" urged one Takao Kazunari, a Second-Year student of Kiseki no Sedai Academy, as he leaned glumly against a large dance studio's closet. "Besides, I bet Yuu-chan can take him on! Yuu-chan won't let anybody hurt you, Ryou-chan~!" he added, hoping to get a more positive reply from the person he was unsuccessfully trying to get out of said closet for the past fifteen minutes.
"You're making it sound like a crappy BL novel," interjected a deep voice.
"Oh, just shut up and help me, will ya?!" whispered Kazunari furiously, frowning at the owner of said voice. "The concert's already started and he still hasn't come out yet, Yuu-chan! Senpai's gonna kill us when he gets back!" The silvery-eyed boy shuddered as he recalled how the wrath of their club president usually unfolds.
Kasamatsu Yukio—"Yuu-chan" as Kazunari aptly calls him, and also a Second-Year—could only sigh at the guy. As much as he would like to leave their frightened friend alone, he knew Kazu was right about their upperclassman's impending reaction. "Alright, alright. Let me try," he appealed, shoving the raven-haired teen aside. He gently knocked on the door and called out to their friend.
"Ryou? Come on, it's gonna be fine," started Yukio. "You have me, Kazu, and Tetsuya, remember? And don't forget Hyuga-senpai and Imayoshi-senpai. We're here for you, Ryou. No matter what. We're always here for you." The blue-eyed boy then leaned closely against the door, trying to pick up sounds from the other side. He could hear soft sniffles and sobs coming from his little friend.
"You're right," said Takao, who had also leaned in to listen. "It is starting to sound like a crappy BL novel."
Kasamatsu promptly smacked him on the back of the head.
"Ow! What?!" whined Kazunari. "It's true!"
For one Sakurai Ryou, though—who was currently hiding in their clubroom's utility closet, it wasn't a BL novel or any of the like. It was a living nightmare. "This has got to be the worst day of my life!" he wailed woefully for the umpteenth time, albeit a bit mumbled due to his face being buried underneath his arms.
"So far," replied a faint voice from the other side of the door. Another smacking sound reached Ryou's ears, followed by another pained yelp. As his friends continued bickering outside though, the brown-haired teen couldn't help but recall the event that led up to him locking himself in a closet, of all places.
I can't believe my first kiss was a guy...
Ryou promptly slapped himself as the images of dark navy blue orbs invaded his mind. For some sick, twisted reason, Ryou couldn't seem to forget those mesmerizing eyes... and those sinful lips...
W-W-W-W-W-W-W-W-WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
"NO! I'M NEVER COMING OUT! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!" shrieked the brunette, blushing furiously behind his hands even though he was alone in the small space.
Kasamatsu and Takao exasperatedly sighed. "Koganei-senpai, Izuki-senpai, a little help, please?" pleaded Kazunari.
The rest of the boys inside the dance studio—who happened to be Third-Years—looked at them and smiled apologetically. "Sorry, Takao-kun," replied Koganei Shinji, who was packing up his drum set. "But if even you guys can't persuade him, what more when it comes to us?"
Izuki Shun, a bassist infamous for his lame sense of humor, held up a finger. "You'll be quite... devastated... at the results."
"Please stop, Izuki-senpai," chorused the two Second-Years flatly. They turned to the lead guitarist, a silent man named Mitobe Rinnosuke. But their Mitobe-senpai only gave them a sympathetic look.
"Where's Kuroko-kun, anyway? Shouldn't he be the one talking to Sakurai-kun?" voiced Tsuchida Satoshi, the keyboardist, as he rested against a large amplifier. "If there's anyone who can calm Sakurai-kun down, it'd be him."
"Well, he disappeared a whi—"
"I'm right here."
Kazunari and Yukio both suddenly let out an unmanly shriek as they came face-to-face with a calm Kuroko Tetsuya—a shriek that neither would ever admit they had produced. And although their blunette friend looked passive and unaffected, the two black-haired teens definitely knew that he was enjoying every bit of their shock behind his neutral expression.
And here I was, thinking we were already starting to get the hang of that, thought Yukio incredulously, referring to the small boy's uncanny ability of being unnoticeable.
"Geez, Tetsu-chan! Stop showing up unannounced! You almost gave us cardiac arrest, you little minx!" huffed Takao, pouting as he headlocked the blunette and proceeded to give him a noogie. Said blunette only smiled in amusement at his silvery-eyed friend's antics.
"Forgive me," replied Tetsuya, having finally been released by Kazunari. "I only went down to the cafeteria to buy a milkshake," he added, holding up a plastic cup with a straw. At that, the others rolled their eyes. Kuroko Tetsuya lived for vanilla milkshakes.
"Well? Can you help?"
"He still hasn't come out?"
"Obviously."
"He's more riled up than usual. Guess the shock still hasn't worn off."
Tetsuya took a sip of his favorite drink as he contemplated the closet door they were currently surrounding. He and Ryou-kun have been close friends for years now. His three biggest faults are his apparent cowardice, getting freaked out too easily, and his habit of apologizing way too much. And although Tetsuya has managed to handle that more often than not—with his bluntness and observant eyes, there are times when the brunette's resolve to clamp up is so strong, he can't make the teen budge an inch at all. He knew the best course of action right now is to let Ryou be, but the blunette didn't want to leave without trying, at least.
He casually knocked on the door and called out his best friend's name—just like what Takao and Kasamatsu had been doing for the past few minutes.
"Please leave me alone, Tetsuya-san!" came Ryou's muffled voice. "It's not going to work this time! I'd rather live here than—"
"I just wanted to remind you that this closet has spiders," interrupted Tetsuya with a blank expression.
The other boys started as a girlish scream and various sounds of objects falling resonated from the closed door. "N-NO! G-GET OFF M-ME! AHH! I'M S-STILL NOT LEAVING, T-TETSUYA-SAN! GAH! G-GET OFF!" screamed one panicking Sakurai.
Kuroko turned to his two other close friends. "He won't come out."
Their four seniors all laughed as Kasamatsu and Takao promptly slapped their foreheads. "We can see that, Tetsu-chan," gritted out the silvery-eyed teen. He glanced worriedly at the door of the studio, dreading the arrival of their president. He had no other choice, then.
It was now or never.
"Fine, then!" yelled Kazunari suddenly, hefting a metal chair beside the wall. "I don't care if you put up a fight, Ryou-chan, but you will get out of that musty closet, even if it means I'll have to drag you all the way to the stage!"
"Oi, what the hell, Kazu?! What do you think you're doing?" voiced Yukio, trying to pry off his friend's hands on the light object.
"I'm gonna bring that door down!"
"With a chair?!"
"Desperate times call for desperate measures!
"He sure is desperate," whispered Koganei to Izuki, as they watched the two boys battle over the metallic chair. "Of course he is. Who wouldn't be in his position?" replied Izuki. "After all, he promised Hyuga he'd get him out."
"HYAAAH!" yelled Takao Kazunari, and comically charged at the closet; metal chair in hand.
The studio's entrance suddenly swung open. "Here we a—Takao, what the hell are you doing?"
Kazunari immediately dropped the chair, almost toppling over due to his abrupt stop, and casually gripped the backrest. "W-Welcome back~!" he greeted with a big toothy grin, smoothing back his raven hair with his free hand.
Hyuga Junpei raised his eyebrows at the teen, but didn't comment as he ushered the other students behind him to join them. "Well, anyway, guys, I'd like you to meet the entire family."
Stepping inside the room filled with mirrors, Kagami Taiga, Aomine Daiki, Kise Ryouta, and Midorima Shintarou all glanced at the boys currently occupying the space, before doubling back as they recognized the last two.
"Hey! You're the guys from the cafeteria!" recalled Kagami.
Kasamatsu stared icily at the four jocks. "And you're the fucking bastards who humiliated our friend."
A low whistle echoed throughout the all-too-silent room as the two black-haired teens glared at the newcomers. Though they were taller than Kasamatsu and Takao, it didn't deter the two from glowering at them. Yukio inwardly smirked as he noticed how tense the four athletes became, as if assessing them. He got a bit unnerved, though, as to how much that blonde guy with them kept staring at him.
Humiliated... their friend? thought Aomine as he glared back at the two. If anything, he was the one who got humiliated! The blue-haired player was about to snap a retort, when Hyuga-senpai spoke up.
"Wait a minute..." Hyuga suddenly stared at them darkly. "You were the ones who scared Sakurai so much that he's decided to become a pain in the ass and never leave that damn closet again?!"
The four athletes promptly paled at the sight of the bespectacled upperclassman emitting dark vibes around the room; Daiki completely forgetting what he was about to say. They all started as a low chuckle came from the side.
"Oh, dear me. And here I thought you would be good little boys today," said Imayoshi-senpai serenely. At least, that's how he would look like, if the four pale teens decide to ignore the maniacal glint in his narrowed eyes and the slightly creepy quirk of his thin lips.
"Takao," called the irate president. "Where's Sakurai?"
"Still freaking out, Senpai," said Kazunari curtly, his narrowed silver eyes not bothering to look away from the squirming newcomers. He was no longer afraid of what Hyuga-senpai's reaction would be. After all, he wasn't the one bearing down the president's wrath right now.
"I see. Gentlemen, do you any idea just how much you've cost us?! It was bad enough that that spineless kid is so weak-willed all the time, but now you've managed to TRAUMATIZE HIM FOR LIFE, TOO, OF ALL DAYS!" berated the livid senior.
If the so-called 'All-Star Athletes' thought that Aida Riko was scary, then the man in front of them would have to be the king of all evil demons. The scene was ridiculous. Here they were, the most popular players in the entire academy, slightly afraid of four overprotective mother hens. All because of that stupid guy. Great. That loser's a member of this lame club, thought Aomine bitterly, clenching his teeth in irritation. Seriously, what was up with these people? It's just one lame kid. What's so bad about that?
Acting impulsively, the navy blue-haired teen uttered the words that no sane man should ever utter in front of the livid president and his cronies from Hell. "So?"
Midorima shot him a warning glance. Koganei and his bandmates all gasped soundlessly as they felt the tension in the room tighten. The dark-skinned guy just issued a challenge. A direct challenge. This was bad. They nervously looked on as their friends just stared harder at the tall athletes, while the redhead, the green-haired guy, and the blonde all shared an apprehensive glance. Riko-san watched quietly alongside them. A totally awkward first meeting, if the band members have anything to say about it.
Daiki dared to look haughty. "What about that wimp?" he hissed. "From how I see it, is he even that important to begin with?"
"Yes. He is."
Kagami yelped in surprise as he turned to his left where...
...the weird kid with light-blue hair was standing.
"W-Where the hell did you come from?!" yelled the redhead, angry at himself for getting shocked by a mere reply from the guy. But seriously, where did he come from? Taiga hadn't seen him anywhere in the room when they first entered.
"I have been here the whole time," answered the blunette flatly as he sipped nonchalantly on his drink while staring unabashedly at Kagami's face—to the tall basketball player's amazement. He vaguely noticed the subdued snickers coming from the two guys with the silver and blue-colored eyes.
Yeah, you go, Tetsu-chan! Scare the shit out of them! inwardly cheered a sadistic Kazunari.
Before the redheaded Taiga could voice his confusion, though, Aomine beat him to it with a snappy reply. "Tch. Like I said before, you talk as if that loser was a celebrity," said the soccer player, glaring down at the weird kid next to Kagami. He got a bit surprised, too, when he had spoken up. But seeing the kid made him remember that incident at the cafeteria, and made Daiki want to punch something. Or someone.
"And I'll say it again, too," suddenly replied the blue-eyed kid, pinning Aomine with an unblinking stare. "You have no idea."
Daiki gritted his teeth. He felt irritated at the guy; just sipping there as if he didn't care who they were. Plus, the fact that the other guys who had been glaring at them were now smirking at his exchange with the weird kid is really starting to piss him off.
The studio's door opened again; this time, revealing a tall brown-haired man with a pleasant expression. "Hyuga~! I've finally finished your—Oh. Am I interrupting something?" asked the man, cocking his head adorably to the side as girly pink flowers suspiciously floated around him.
The four athletes stared at him. Hyuga flinched visibly at his arrival. Riko just sighed.
"Alright, everyone, that's enough. We don't have much time," said the female coach, catching their attention and beckoning the tall visitor to stand beside her. "Let's just get on with the introductions, shall we?"
"Yes, let's," coughed Junpei. "We'll have time for a little chat later," he added, staring darkly at the four players again, for good measure. He felt a bit of satisfaction seeing them gulp a little. "Now, everyone, I'd like you to meet our new production team for the school year. They got into trouble today, and will now be tagging along with us, so treat them nicely. If they deserve it."
Kagami made to start introducing himself before the president changes his mind about them, when suddenly, Kise gasped and actually jumped for joy.
"I GOT IT!" yelled the blonde. He swiftly ran towards the startled black-haired guy with blue eyes and unabashedly clasped his hands. "I remember you now! You're the guy who treated me to okonomiyaki after my tennis match last year!" gushed Ryouta.
Yukio—though still a bit angry at the four athletes—now stared in confusion at the sparkling tall blonde. "Huh? Me? Why would I—wait, tennis match...?" The blue-eyed teen stared hard at the blonde's amber orbs before realization finally struck. "You're that guy who was bawling his eyes out inside the men's restroom?"
Ryouta blushed as his friends snorted in laughter. "Y-You didn't have to mention that!" he whined. "B-But it's really nice to see you again~! I forgot to ask your name back then, but I'm so glad we crossed paths today! I can't even believe that we attend the same school~!" chirped the blonde, reverting back to his giddy self as he excitedly squeezed the other teen's reluctant hands. "My name's Kise Ryouta! What's yours~?"
Yukio was about to answer when Kazunari leaned on his shoulder and grinned at the hyperactive blonde. "He's our Yuu-cha—"
"Kasamatsu Yukio," cut off the steel blue-eyed teen loudly, glaring at his devious friend. Whether Kise noticed their silent exchange, he didn't comment. Instead, he sparkled even more.
"Yukiocchi~!" shouted the blonde. Everyone stared at him.
"Uh..." started Yukio, not sure what to say. Fortunately, Midorima decided to spare him.
"You'll have to excuse him," sighed the green-haired archer; Aomine and Kagami watching with amusement. "He tends to add 'chi' to the names of those he respects. Strange though, that he used your first name..."
"That's 'cause he's special, Midorimacchi!" supplied the happy blonde, emitting girly pink flowers at Yukio—the same way the tall brunette next to Riko just did a while ago. The brunette visitor looked mightily impressed, while Yukio looked downright weirded out.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever, Kise. Anyway, name's Kagami Taiga," said the redheaded basketball player as he bowed, finally glad to introduce himself.
"Aomine Daiki," continued the dark-skinned male next to him curtly.
"And I'm—"
"Midorima from the Archery Club, right?"
Shintarou slightly scowled at the silvery-eyed guy who dared to interrupt him. Can't he just introduce himself in peace anymore?!
"Yes; Midorima Shintarou, that is," replied the green-haired player, pushing up his glasses as he sighed deeply.
"Right! Shin-chan it is, then~!" chirped the silver-eyed teen. Shintarou spluttered indignantly as the guy grinned cheekily at him. To which a sympathetic Kasamatsu only said, "Sorry. He tends to do that, too."
"Takao Kazunari. Nice to meet you~!" said the silvery-eyed guy—who no longer seemed to be angry at the four. Shintarou grudgingly made pleasantries with the guy named Takao. But inwardly, he was cursing his luck. Now he knew another ridiculous person who liked making nicknames. 'Today is a good day for socializing', my ass. Why have you failed me, Oha-Asa?
"Takaocchi~!" shouted Ryouta. Everyone stared again.
After a few moments, the other seniors in the room decided to start introducing themselves, as well.
"Izuki Shun, the bassist."
"Tsuchida Satoshi, the keyboardist."
"Koganei Shinji, the drummer. And this is Mitobe Rinnosuke, the guitarist."
Taiga unconsciously grinned a little at the ensemble he was seeing. This was actually the first time he met people from a performing arts club in the school.
"I'm Kuroko Tetsuya."
The redhead yelped in surprise as he turned to the small blunette beside him, startling his friends as well. His eyes widened as he realized he got scared again. By the same person. Shaking his head, it took a few more seconds before the redhead realized that the light blue-haired kid was still standing in the same spot for a while now. And was still staring at him and slurping on his drink. How the hell did I forget that he was there...? thought Taiga incredulously.
"Don't worry, Kagami-kun," said a voice. Taiga looked up to see a now-smiling Imayoshi-senpai walking up to them. "You'll get used to our Kuroko-kun in no time." He playfully ruffled the smaller boy's hair with one hand while he patted Kagami's shoulder with the other—the tall athlete getting a bit creeped out by the sudden change in demeanor. Kuroko just kept staring at the redhead.
"Ooh~! Kurokocchi~!" Everyone decided to ignore the blonde this time.
"Oh! And I'm Kiyoshi Teppei~!" voiced the tall brunette next to Riko.
"They don't need to know who you are, Kiyoshi. You're not even from the Glee Club," retorted Hyuga, who seemed okay to approach now.
"How mean, Hyuga!" replied Kiyoshi with a laugh as he came near the president. "But anyway, I've finished making your outfit for the concert." The tall brunette handed him a plastic bag. "Yours, too, Imayoshi," he added, giving a similar bag to said vice-president.
"Well! Now that you all know each other, let's move out!" said Riko, reminding them of the on-going fundraiser event. As they all filed out of the dance studio—having finally made amends with each other, albeit temporarily, the silver-eyed Kazunari suddenly paused as he worriedly looked back at the closet door. He couldn't believe he actually forgot about Ryou-chan for a moment!
"What about—"
"Don't worry."
He turned to Tetsuya, who was slurping the last of his vanilla milkshake. "He'll come out soon. He always does," he said softly with a small smile.
Kazunari slowly smiled in return and made a mental note to prepare Ryou's outfit beforehand. He watched in amusement as Yukio finally pried his hands off the sparkling Kise's iron grip and walked faster than anyone.
"—the Dance Troupe!"
Cheers and screams filled the air near the large courtyard of Kiseki no Sedai Academy, where a stage has been set up for the first fundraising concert of the prestigious school this year. It was already sunset when the Glee Club and their new slaves—at least, in the president's twisted plan for the year—have arrived. Kasamatsu, Takao, and their Hyuga-senpai and Imayoshi-senpai separated from the large group to head over to the backstage—a surprised set of red eyes noticing that the mysterious guy named Kuroko Tetsuya also went with them.
"The seats are already reserved, but you four can just take ours!" voiced Tsuchida-senpai as they neared the energetic crowd of students.
"Are you sure?" shouted Riko against the loud dance music.
"We need to be somewhere anyway! Let them watch the guys' performance!" reassured Izuki. The four band members then left the female coach, Kiyoshi Teppei, and the four newcomers near the front of the stage where only seven plastic chairs were still empty. Having waved the bandmates goodbye, the uncanny group then proceeded to their spot.
"Hey, is it just me or..." whispered Kise to Kagami. "... does it look like there're more girls here than guys?"
The redhead whipped around, scanning the cheering crowd. "Now that you mention it, yeah. There are more girls."
"Of course there are more girls~!"
The group looked up to find a busty pink-haired female taking the empty the seat beside Riko. "Satsuki? What are you doing here?" shouted Aomine to the girl.
"Watching the concert! What else, silly~?" replied the girl named Satsuki loudly. "But I'm only here for Misdirection~!" she gushed with a wide grin, giggling along with Riko as they turned to watch the dancers on the stage.
The four athletes gaped in disbelief. They just had to be seeing hallucinations. Momoi Satsuki was the beautiful and sexy manager of the Soccer Club. Aida Riko was the demon coach of the Basketball Club. In the past year they've known the two girls, fierce competition would always be what their encounters were like. But now, seeing the two talk so cordially with each other made the four teens fear that the world may actually be ending. And what the hell was 'Misdirection'?
"Looks like you've been spreading the word about them, eh, Momoi-san~?" voiced Kiyoshi knowingly as he noted the huge crowd consisting of almost every female student in the academy. The pink-haired girl giggled.
"But, of course~! I did volunteer to promote them, didn't I~?" Momoi then turned to the four athletes' direction, face contorted into Reprimanding Mode—as the soccer team liked to call it. "The coach is pissed, Dai-chan! And I can believe you got into trouble again, but you three, as well?! Don't tell me his stupidity is starting to rub off on you, too, Midorin!"
Midorima looked immensely insulted. "Of course not! Your little ace here just happened to decide that getting me involved would be a smashing idea. You know I'd rather be anywhere else but here, if I had a choice. No offense to the Glee Club."
"You'd better not let Hyuga hear you say that, Midorima," warned Riko with an eerie smile. "You're the club's new slaves. And you're required to stay for the whole year."
The four's stomachs felt a little queasy hearing that.
"Hey, Riko-senpai! Where's that brown-haired pal of Yukiocchi's~?" asked Kise adorably. "Ryou-kun Something. From the sounds of it, he seems to be a member of the Glee Club, too."
"Oh, you mean Sakurai Ryou, the guy Ahomine scared shitless?" commented Riko dryly, boring her brown eyes onto Aomine's uneasy blue ones. "Don't worry. He'll show up soon."
The four athletes faintly heard Momoi's outraged reaction at the news as Riko immediately placated her with a few whispers.
The dark-skinned soccer player, on the other hand, frowned at the stage. "Tch. Why are we even talking about that little wimp?"
"'Cause he's definitely your first gay kiss?" quipped Kagami, donning his annoying grin.
"'Cause he's the only one you're complaining about?" suggested Kise, smiling innocently.
"Because he left quite an impression on you?" voiced Midorima, smirking at Aomine's growing irritation.
"Oh, trust me, boys. The entire club is definitely going to leave an impression on you four," stated Riko with an eager smile. Momoi and Kiyoshi shared a knowing glance.
"AHHHHHH! HYUGA-SENPAI'S GONNA KILL MEEEE!" screamed one Sakurai Ryou, the last member of the Glee Club, as he dashed through the hallways. When the brunette had finally calmed down and effectively gave himself a pep talk, he came out of the spider-infested closet—expecting a lecture from his friends or the president—only to find that the large dance studio was empty. On cue, Ryou's phone rang. His best friend Tetsuya flatly told him that they were already on the stage.
Ryou pretty much ran like hell after that.
And thus, here he was, praying to every deity he knew that he would have some stamina left for their performance. Ryou knew it was a long shot, but he hoped nonetheless—thoughts of accidental kisses and dark-skinned guys momentarily forgotten.
"Thank you, Dance Troupe, for that exhilarating number!" boomed the emcee. "And now, as we end today's event, we now bring you the newest club in the house!"
Excited murmurs escaped the crowd's lips; the sunset's rays leaving bit by bit. "Hailing from the Music Club, the Drama Club, and the Dance Troupe, possessing high entertainment value, and making their debut at last year's hit finale, let's give it up for... MISDIRECTION!"
High-pitched shrieks assaulted the four All-Stars' ears as the entire crowd jumped and started chanting the group's name.
Suddenly, the lights behind the stage's dropped curtains blacked out.
"Hey, everybody~!" shouted a masculine voice. The high-pitched shrieks returned with more force. "Here... we... GOOO~!"
"DOKI DOKI de kowaresou Sen-PAASENT LOVE HEY!" sang a chorus of low voices.
10!
"Are you ready?" sang an upbeat voice. A spotlight lit up from behind the curtain, showing the silhouette of a man. Shintarou frowned at the voice.
9!
"Are you ready?" sang a gentle voice. Another spotlight came.
8!
"Are you ready?" sang a calm voice. Another silhouette. Taiga furrowed his brows in confusion. It sounded familiar.
7! 6! 5!
"Are you ready?" whispered a seductive voice. Ryouta's eyes slightly widened.
4!
"Are you ready?" beckoned a deep voice. Kiyoshi smiled.
3!
"Are you ready?" asked an energetic voice.
2! 1!
"He made it!" gushed Momoi to Riko; Daiki faintly hearing them as the shrieks got even louder.
"OH MY GOD, YES, I'M READY!" screamed a nearby fangirl.
The curtains swiftly rose, revealing six young men in different colored-hoodies standing at the stage, each wearing a small mouthpiece. As the song resumed, the four athletes all watched in astonishment at the six familiar faces. The crowd went crazy.
"saa Let's song!
yume wo utaou (Let's shout!)
sora ni utaou (Let's go!)
hajikeru monogatari ni shichaimashou
mirai no chizu wo (Yes x2) kimi to egakou
kono REBORYUUSHON (We are)
ikimashou (STARISH)
ai wo Change the star
Check it out!"
"GIRI GIRI na mune no kodou" started Takao Kazunari, sporting a huge grin as danced to the beat. Midorima watched quietly, his eyes a bit wide.
"Uh baby gouin ni naru koi no shoudou" followed Kasamatsu Yukio, erotically running his hands down his body as screams erupted from the female crowd. Kise sat gaping at the sight.
"docchi wo erabu? PURINSESU," they sang in unison, shaking their hips—to the delight of their audience. "KURA KURA shichau kurai Sen-PAASENT LOVE!"
The four athletes stared at the scene in front, ignoring the squealing chaos around them. The six boys on the stage were shaking their hips.
"Only real men would shake their hips," commented a grinning Riko, not even turning to the four teens. Momoi squealed in agreement. Kiyoshi just hummed. The four tall players looked back to continue watching.
"naze ka?" sang Hyuga Junpei, sweeping his arm forward.
"kimi de," followed Imayoshi Shoichi, mirroring his partner's move.
"afureteru"
"kokoro"
"sawagu"
"fushigi na RAVE!" sang the two in unison.
"mada minu seiza wo," sang a smiling Kuroko Tetsuya, causing the squeals to increase. Kagami couldn't help but stare in awe at the different look the light blue-haired teen had.
"futari de tsumuide," followed a grinning Sakurai Ryou, lively dancing for the crowd. Aomine started as he saw the brunette. He felt his cheeks slightly getting warmer as he watched the small teen sing with a carefree smile—the complete opposite of what Daiki remembered about him.
"KISU yori"
"sugoi"
"uta de sekai wo tsukurou!" chorused the two small teens as they smiled at each other.
"saa Let's dance!
yume wo odorou (Let's shout!)
sora ni odorou (Let's go!)
yarisugi na kurai ga ii sa
junbi wa OK?"
Their voices were so alluring... captivating... breathtaking... And their sex appeal rocketed to the roof so much, it was beginning to make sense as to why the majority of the audience were female students... Were these even the same guys they just met a while ago...?
Riko, Momoi, and Kiyoshi all smiled at the four athletes. "Gentlemen..." said Riko, turning to the stage. "I'd like you to meet Misdirection: the rising male idols of Kiseki no Sedai Academy."
"ikkai kiri no (Yes x2)
SUPESHARU jinsei
kyoukasho ni wa (We are)
nottenai (STARISH)
ai wo Change the star
Check it out!"
The six members of the Glee Club all briefly smiled at each other as they sang together.
"koyoi wa hora futari de Sen-PAASENT LOVE!"
"AHHH~! JUNPEI-SAMA~!"
"YUKIO-SAMA~!"
"RYOUCCHAMA~! RYOUCCHAMA~!"
Shintarou, Ryouta, Daiki, and Taiga all stared in amazement as the female audience kept shoving each other, tiptoeing as they waited for their beloved idols—even though it was already starting to get dark. Never in their lives have they seen this large of a gathering just for a group of singing high school students. The four athletes were considered—again—the most popular boys in school, but they've never gotten so many fangirls hogging their attention before. Seeing so many girls waiting for the boys of Misdirection, Kise, Kagami, and Aomine couldn't help but feel a small pang of envy.
However, their musings were cut short, as the girls started squealing and screaming again.
"Oh my gosh, THEY'RE HERE~!"
True enough, Takao Kazunari stepped out of the backstage, wearing a simple t-shirt. "Hi!" he greeted. His fangirls all started chattering away, asking for his autograph and other questions. Then the rest of the singers all filed out. High-pitched shrieks filled the air once again. The athletes covered their ears in the hopes of saving their precious hearing.
"Sorry, boys, but you're gonna have to get used to that," chuckled Riko, throwing them a sympathetic look. The four teens could only groan at the prospect.
"Junpei-sama, are you free next Saturday~?"
"Will go on a karaoke date with us, Senpai~?"
"U-Uhh..." hesitated the bespectacled president. He never thought that he would ever have fans, at all. That's why he didn't know how to handle this.
"Sorry, girls, but he's mine for the taking."
The small group looked up to see Kiyoshi Teppei smiling eerily at them. The girls immediately moved away from the two as the brunette ushered Hyuga back to Riko, Momoi, and the jocks. Said jocks gaped incredulously at their smiling brunette senior. The two girls delightedly giggled. The fangirls all gushed excitedly. Junpei, on the other hand, restlessly massaged his temples—a light pink color dusting his cheeks as he softly muttered his thanks to Teppei.
"Shoichi-sama, you look so handsome today~!"
"Why, thank you."
"Yukio-sama, can I have your autograph?!"
"Sure. But promise me you'll all go straight home after this, okay? It's getting pretty late."
"Kazunari-sama, when are you free?"
"Hey, hey, now~! You all know I don't date often~!"
All around them, the other boys courteously interacted with their fangirls. Admittedly, it was a fascinating sight for Midorima and the other three. Not only were the girls are staring lovingly at them, there were also addressing the six singers like they were royalty or gods.
"TETSUYA-SAMA~!"
"Where is he?"
"Oh, there! Tetsuya-sama, autograph?"
Taiga whipped his head to where the small blunette stood signing autographs without much of an expression. He seemed to be ignoring the girls' squeals, Taiga noted. The redhead also realized that the group of girls at his side had managed to spot him so quickly. They must have gotten used to him or something.
"Ryou-sama~!"
"Ryoucchama~!"
"Are you thirsty, Ryou-sama?"
"Hungry, Ryou-sama~?"
"You're so adorable, Ryou-sama~!"
Ryou smiled shyly at his fans. It was nice of them to tend to him, but really, all he wanted to do now was to go home, sleep, and just forget about this day. He had almost cut it close when he arrived at the stage—having used his inner strength to keeping running. How he had managed to energetically dance afterwards though, he didn't know, but he thanked the gods nonetheless. He approached Tetsuya; his fangirls following behind.
"Thank you, but I'll be fine. You should all—Oh! I'm so sorry!"
The small brunette looked up to apologize some more to the one he had bumped into, but froze in fear as he immediately recognized who the person in front of him was.
Towering over the small teen, Aomine Daiki stared unblinking at Sakurai. He had been ogling at a few busty girls when something had collided with his back. Unabashedly, he quickly assessed the brunette's key features. Light brown hair framing his face, chocolate-brown eyes staring back at him, luscious-looking li—
What the fuck, Daiki?! berated the dark-skinned male's conscience. This is the guy who made you look gay! You should be throttling his neck, not having unmanly thoughts about him! Unbeknownst to him, though, the small teen staring at him had gone into shock.
O-Oh my god, it's him! W-What do I d-do? What if h-he kills m-me?! I d-don't want to diiieee!
Slapping himself mentally, Daiki looked down at the shaking brunette. "You... You're Sakurai, right?" he asked gruffly. Of course he's Sakurai, you idiot!
"I..." Daiki snapped his attention back to Ryou. He now finally noticed that the guy was quivering. At him.
"I... I... I-I..."
Kuroko caught the look on his friend's face. "Ryou-ku—"
"Oi, you—"
"I'M SORRRYYYYYYYYYYY!"
The brunette wailed tearfully and amazingly dashed away, leaving a stunned audience behind. Again.
"Wha—Not again!" whined Takao, slapping his forehead.
"... Guess he still has some strength left in him, huh?" commented Kasamatsu.
Daiki stared incredulously at the spot where the brunette had been standing a while ago, briefly wondering as to how the hell had things turn out that way, when a heavy hand swiftly punched down his unsuspecting head.
"Ahomine, you idiot!" yelled the livid president, holding up his shaking fist in irritation. Midorima, Kise, and Kagami, on the other hand, just started laughing their asses off again.
"You..."
Aomine and the three athletes looked up at the voice. In a split-second, their earlier-smug faces paled as several of the fans glared darkly at them, emitting a chilling aura. It was like Riko plus Hyuga-senpai and Imayoshi-senpai combined.
Junpei sighed as he pushed up his glasses. "This is why you should never scare Sakurai off."
The girls snarled at them. "GET HIM!"
Daiki unmanly yelped as he scrambled away from the horde of scary fangirls. His friends started as they realized he was heading their way—with the scary girls hot on his trail.
"O-Oi! Don't drag us into thi—AHH!"
"DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR RYOU-SAMA'S AUTOGRAPH?!"
"BUT I DIDN'T EVEN DO—!"
"BURN THEM TO THE GROUND!"
The remaining members of the Glee Club—along with Riko, Momoi, and Kiyoshi—all watched in amusement as the rabid fangirls began ceaselessly chasing the frightened athletes—not even caring that they were some of the most handsome bachelors in the academy.
"Never mess with rabid fangirls," stated Riko. They all hummed in agreement.
"—and that's why they'll be with us from now on," finished Kuroko as he crouched down to the brunette's level.
"God must hate me, Tetsuya-san," declared Sakurai dejectedly, as he leaned against a broom inside their dance studio's closet.
"There, there, now. Don't be such a pessimist, Ryou-kun," encouraged Tetsuya tonelessly as he patted the brunette's hair.
Even though the blunette had a blank expression on, Ryou still felt invigorated at the fact that Tetsuya had come all this way to comfort him. Feeling a little better now, Ryou softly smiled at the blue-eyed boy crouching in front of him.
"Ryou-kun, don't move. There's a cockroach on your shoulder."
"W-W-W-W-WHAT?! G-GET IT OFF! ACK! N-NO! DON'T U-USE THAT! T-TETSUYA-SAAAAAANNN!"
To be continued...
Ta-da~! 8D
This is pretty much what happens when I finish an entire season of Kuroko no Basuke and start watching the first episode of Uta no Prince-sama afterwards.
So, yes, people. The song Misdirection had performed was 'Maji Love 1000%' by Starish from the anime Uta no Prince-sama! 8D... Now, go back to their performance and read it again while listening to the song. I have the link in my profile.
I was laughing so hard when I've finally decided to call the Glee Club's stage name as 'Misdirection'. XD... Mainly because it was sort of a parody of One Direction. But I'm not a fan of theirs. I respect their songs, but I don't go crazy over them. Not in the way I do about Starish. XD
I had a pretty hard time writing their performance. And for some strange reason, I was nervous the whole time. ^.^'''... But your nagging really got to me, so thank you so much! :D
Fun fact: Did you know that Junichi Suwabe, the voice actor of Aomine Daiki, is one of the guys who sang 'Maji Love 1000%'? And that one of the songs I was gonna give to Aomine was also sung by him, which I hadn't know back then 'cause the song was originally under the name of another anime character? 8D... When I had found out, Junichi Suwabe immediately went up to my top fave Japanese voice actors, alongside the amazing Showtaro Morikubo and my beloved Kenjiro Tsuda. \(*A*)/
But anyway, this chapter took a lot longer than I expected. And it was longer than I expected, too. Twice the size of the last chapter. Will the All-Star Hunks survive the onslaught of rabid fangirls? Will Kuroko be able to kill the cockroach? Will Misdirection ever shake their hips again?
Who knows. Review? 8D