Between Flames
By ScytheShinigami
ScytheShinigami:
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Chapter 7: Insecure Meetings/ Waking Up
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Sometimes we miss what we were supposed to do. Minor things like checking the kid, mowing the lawn or even writing that essay you were due for next Friday. They were small and unnoticeable things, quite trivial that they give no impact onto what is going to happen next in our lives. As long as they were trivial, they were of no threat.
But sometimes we miss bigger things. Like that lonely pretty girl there that had started coming around the bus stop ever since you came, you wouldn't recall her as you were too busy with work. Pleasing your boss and trying to get a top spot in the world. You'll be too busy to notice that she had been eyeing you from the very beginning, whereas no girl would even chance a glance at you just to check you out. You'll probably ignore her for the rest of your existence. But then, she'll probably change and get over you.
One day that girl will be a beauty. She'd stand on top of the stage as the world claims her as Miss America. You'd probably see it then, that familiar lonely girl sitting in that dingy little bus booth. With plain brown hair and curly short hair, she was probably the background to you. Now as she stands there, beaming brightly as cheers called to her. You probably wished you've gotten to her earlier. Maybe it would've been different.
We're too busy.
But then again, even with such little time… There's always someone out there who knows how it feels to be an outcast. Unnoticed and a practical dying flower. And there's always that big thing that's gonna happen.
Now that's drama.
And if Fate wants drama to begin and end with rainbow basketball players with a twist of demon culture. It might've been best to let it all unfold. Particularly since you can't really do anything to stop it from happening.
But then again, who said that rainbow heads and a couple of demon twins were going to end well?
Nah, it'll be fine…
Nope, the story will go with a bang.
His eyes snapped up to meet gold, almost predatory eyes and time seemed to freeze. They stayed frozen, staring into each other's eyes as everything around them became nothing but a big blur to them. As if they were waiting for the other one to suddenly lunge at them and try to maim the other. But then cerulean eyes sparkled and gold flashed, startled at the little light reflecting from blank blue eyes.
The blond suddenly backpedaled in realization and gave an embarrassed squeak as if finally noticing the closeness he had inhabited when bumping into the younger teen. His face flushed red as he began to see people stare at them in the mess of scattered piles of books and stationery.
"A-ah…." He stuttered in unexplainable shame.
Luckily the mob of curious fangirls and sneering boys were quickly beginning to dissipate once they saw a big burly man the size of a grizzly bear begin to make way towards the duo. They scampered about hastily when the bell began to ring loudly as if in indignation.
"Is there any problem here, freshmen?" the man's voice boomed in a rough baritone.
"No, there's none. I just happened to bump into someone. Sorry for the trouble" the blank eyed teen said softly once he saw that Kise was too stunned to say anything. The burly man looked surprised when he spoke but then a big smile began to blossom once he recognized Kuroko's face.
"Oh! Its Mierro-chwan's Tetsuya! What brings ye here, lil' lad?" the man laughed jovially as he went over to slap the back of Kuroko heartily, Kuroko nearly gagging at the force of the slaps. He smiled weakly when the man finally stopped.
"Iie, I'm starting my freshman year here in Teikou from now on" the man nodded thoughtfully before grabbing Kuroko in a headlock and giving him a gentle noogie, laughing once again.
"Mah, tell me if yer got any problems and I'll deal with e'm. Don't want yer Pops and Kaa-chan come bargin' here to deck meh'. God knows what they'll do… Especially Gou-chama, kid's sure got balls…" the discipline master muttered the last part quietly, looking around warily as if to expect his friend's wine color haired son to pop out of nowhere and chew him out for going near his brother.
Kuroko smiled quietly to himself, seeing the wary look on Discipline Master Ururugi as he mentioned his nii-sama's name and couldn't help but let out a quiet chuckle. The nameless blond (Kise) next to him turned scarlet and wanted so desperately to run away, only his feet seemed to have a mind of its own as it stayed put in its position.
"Sumimasen, it seems we've ran late" Kuroko stated emotionlessly as he noticed the time on a nearby clock just ways from them. Ururugi-sensei suddenly yelped as if stung.
"NOOOOO! THE PTA MEETING!" he rushed off in a flurry of panic, leaving them coughing in dust. The two awkward teens were left standing in the hallway, watching the man run between his tails.
"…"
Kise looked beside him, his mouth poised to say something, but the emotionless boy was nowhere to be seen. He began to panic, flailing just as Ururugi-sensei had done, and began looking around him for a flash of light blue.
"Eh!Eh? Kuroko-san? Kuroko-san?" to no avail, Kise was left once more in his induced exaggerated panic.
'WHY!?' was what he practically screamed in his head.
(Somewhere in a nearby basketball court…)
"Dai-chan!"
"Oi, teme! Is this the best you got!"
The ball swished into the hoop swiftly, banging against the rim of the hoop for only a second before gravity pushed it downwards the ground. The two boys in the court were both bathed in sweat, shirts clung uncomfortably against their skin and breaths coming in short pauses, the other more exhausted than the challenger.
"Cheh…" the opponent said in defeat, slumping onto the pavement in a fit of exhaustion. He stared at the dark tanned teen in front of him with a hint of awe and annoyance, cautiousness in his plain brown eyes. He wondered if the kid was a monster, what with his monstrous height and crazy stamina for basketball.
"Dai-chan! Dai-chan!"
'Dai-chan' tched in annoyance as the female kept calling his name and gave a glare to her. He really didn't understand why the pink haired ditch still bothered and clung to him after all these years, he refused to call her his 'childhood friend' or any name for that. He refused to acknowledge her and her clingy behavior; he had never wanted her to be his friend anyway. He was honestly fine playing by himself, until the girl came and decided to take honorary seat as 'his first friend' by herself.
"What, Momoi?" he grunted in irritation.
'Momoi' pouted in slight indignation as she heard her family name being addressed by her childhood friend. She didn't understand why she couldn't get Dai-chan to call her by her name after all those years spent hanging out with him and honestly, she was beginning to get fed up with his affronted attitude. Huffing slightly, she gave a weak kitten glare.
"You AHO! We're already late for school!" she screeched angrily, her ire only grew larger at his look of 'I don't give a freaking damn' and he proceeded to drink from his bottle of Pocari.
"Meh, I don't care" he grumbled lightly. He looked at his sports bag and found that he couldn't find his spare sleeveless tees, glowering at the pink menace violently once he spotted the smudge of pink lipstick on the white border of his bag that he was sure hadn't been there that morning.
Screw. The. Freaking. Hoe.
"…Now, can we go?" Momoi asked pleadingly, her long pink hair ("I mean seriously, who the hell has pink fucking hair…" Aomine hissed in annoyance") swaying freely against the wind and bright magenta eyes shining ("Trying to do the puppy eyes, I bet. No luck for you, hoe" Aomine snickered).
"Fuck no, damn shitty (1.) A-cups" he snarled before stomping away, bag slung freely over his right shoulder as he exited the court. Momoi scrambled after him quickly, her pink handbag stuffed carelessly with papers as she screamed in rage and began to chase after him relentless.
"KONO…. GANGURO!"
"Shut up A-Bitch!" was the far-away response.
Thus the chase began.
(Akashi Incorporations Ltd…)
The model building was prim and crisp, but it looked friendly what with the bright pastel colors. It had around 7 floors; Akashi Corps didn't want to make the building any bigger than 10 floors because he knew that they wouldn't need so much room just to make an art academy so he had it so that it wouldn't waste the space given.
The room the model had been placed in wasn't quite formal either; it had splashes of paint splattered over the walls to give it an artistic look, multiple sofas stationed at a few places appropriate for everyone to sit on and a few pieces of deco that were known to be appreciated.
Pens were clicking as everyone regarded the new building curiously, their eyes weighing the pros and cons of the structure along with the cost of the funds needed. Clipboards were all stuck to their hands with glue and some were sitting on one of the comfortable sofas due to the strain of standing too much.
They were all dressed formally with nearly matching pinstripe suits between the men, the only thing setting them apart were the different colors of undershirts and style ties they wore, whereas the women were bolder with their varying blouses and some were even daring to wear casual tees alongside with sport sneakers or even jogging pants.
Suddenly, the door flew open.
BAM!
….And a man with dull red hair was flung over to the side of the wall.
SPLAT!
"!"
"Akashi-sama!"
"Uwaahhhh! Taichou's BLEEDING!" one of the newer employees screamed out in fright, his eyes wide in terror as he sees the red liquid ooze out of the man's head. The other older employees only sigh morosely at the scene, as if it was an everyday occurrence, and that was only so true. The new employee was about to take a step forward, only to be held back.
"K-kuroko-san?" he stuttered. Satoshi gave a big grin and pulled him back into the crowd, shushing him into silence. He leaned next to the employee's ear.
"It's okay, this happens all the time. Let it happen, Tezukushi-kun!" was what he said, which earned a very incredulous look from Tezukushi Oihara. Regardless of his doubt, he decided to listen to his Senpai's advice and let the whole situation unfold, shocked to his core later on when a rebellious looking woman suddenly flew after not too far later on into the room.
"Masaomi! YOU BASTARD!"
Tezukushi began to panic as the woman began trying to land blows onto the Akashi Lord while the red haired man was smoothly avoiding her painful punches, having recovered in the short amount of time he was given before the woman had barged into the office full of workers. Tezukushi sweatdropped when he realized that the Akashi Lord was smiling serenely while the woman continued her assault, not at all fazed by the stupid smile.
"Mah, mah. Calm down a little, Imotou-ya" Masaomi Akashi tried to placate his 'sister', only serving to aggravate her further.
"Teme! The name is Komiya Naoru! N-A-O-R-U! AND I'M NOT YOUR SISTER, DAMMIT!"
This continued on for hours and even with the appearance of the Akashi heir, they still continued with the vicious blows and dodges. Akashi Seijuro merely raised a perfect thin brow in amusement and didn't bother to help his father, it was his fault in angering his childhood friend anyway and Akashi didn't want any part of it in any form.
Tezukushi's eyes bulged when Akashi merely watched and didn't seem to care whether his father got hit or not by either an uppercut, a leg sweep or even a flying kick. His colleague looked to the side and saw the younger Akashi sitting on a comfortable recliner, sipping a cup of StarBucks ground Arabica with tints of cinnamon he customized while reading a small thick book and Kuroko Satoshi gave a friendly wave of greeting.
"Yo, Aka-kun! Long time no see!" Satoshi chirped happily, the younger Akashi's eyebrow twitched a little but seemed otherwise not fazed by the other's blatant disrespect.
"You as well, Kuroko-san" he said amicably, Satoshi didn't seem to care and continued chatting happily.
"Ne, Aka-kun? Mind telling me what Masaomi-chan did this time? Komiya-san seems madder this time, it's as if she's ready to blow a gasket!" he said, laughing as Komiya managed to kick Akashi Masaomi's behind and crash him onto a nearby potted plant. The other spectators winced in sympathy even as Komiya gave a deadly glare and stalked back to where she threw her friend at.
"Ahh, Father had poured floor wax on her lingerie by accident and her bed sheets somehow got cat poop on it, courtesy of Mrs. Omiya-san's cat Shimehime since Father was the one who volunteered to babysit the cat since the owner couldn't leave her alone. Shimehime somehow got into her house and decided to poop on her bed since her bed looked like real dead leaves due to her fascination of anything military related," the younger Akashi replied pleasantly as he sipped his cuppa and refrained from laughing since he didn't want to choke. Satoshi didn't have any qualms in doing so, laughing jovially at the misfortune of both Akashi Seijuro and Komiya as they continued to wrestle on the floor continuously.
As if in occurrence of déjà vu happened, the door slammed open again and another blur flew by, nearly blowing the double oak doors off its hinges and crushing a few people. The younger Akashi sighed, knowing who it was, and continued sipping his coffee while Satoshi was giggling insanely with Tezukushi looking more mortified than confused.
'Oh, don't do it…' he and Akashi Seijuro thought morosely.
Akashi Masaomi looked up from his wrestling to grin at the person and saluted her.
"Yo! Shiori-chan!" he said cheerfully. The woman's expression grew murderous.
"DON'T 'YO!' ME! RECEIVE PUNISHMENT, MASAOMI AHO!" she screeched as hell was unleashed.
"Hell hath no fury a woman scorned…" Tezukushi croaked hoarsely, terrified of the boss' apparent wife. Everyone shivered at the dead-on-point of Tezukushi's words.
"Oh my god," the younger Akashi murmured in horror.
Kuroko Satoshi's insane giggles could be heard in the background.
"Ah, I'm late for school," Seijuro said casually, eyes roaming over his watch and calmness in his eyes. Inside he was panicking. Let's just hope he doesn't end up running anyone over on the way to school later…
Well, we can only hope.
(Murasakibara Home Residence…)
The house was quite big and was taller than the average Japanese household residence that was common around the areas of Tokyo. The roofs were painted in calming hues of purple and glazed over to give it a nice fresh look, the walls were engraved with hand-painted delicate green vines and morning glories placed carelessly while the walls itself were a nice pale yellow.
Loud footsteps were heard and a door was slammed open forcefully, startling some of the occupants of the house. The offender quickly shook the person sleeping on the bed and ducked out of reach when the boy sleeping in the bed turned heavily, nearly slapping the person silly. The intruder persisted, finally deciding to kick him instead of gently waking him up.
"Atsushi, wake up!" the male spoke, light lavender hair brushing over the beauty mark on his right cheek slightly. Atsushi groaned as he fell off the bed from his older brother's powerful kick, affected by the strong blow.
"Argh, Ryoichi-nii…. It's too early," he mumbled, annoyed as the sun's bright rays prickled his eyes.
Ryoichi stood standing over his youngest brother's sprawling form on the floor, irritation clear on his features and pausing to look behind him only when he saw his oldest brother's black hair poking out from the side of the door, looking curiously at his two youngest brothers. Seeing Atsushi still dead in sleep on the floor, he chuckled softly.
"Atsu-chan, you're already late for school," he said. Ryoichi pouted at the unfairness of the situation.
"Yasahiro-aniki! Stop babying him!" he retorted. Yasahiro merely laughed when Ryoichi suddenly screamed, a rose-colored blur jumping onto him and began tickling his sides teasingly.
"S-Samuru-nii!" he managed to gasp out through his fits of giggles. The blur finally stopped and smiled, showing his sharp-like rows of teeth. Atsushi, still freaked out by his brother's set of abnormal cavities, threw a pillow at Samuru out of shock and dashed out of the room. Yasahiro and Ryoichi laughed, while Samuru pouted at his brother's hilarious reactions.
"Kaa-chan! Samuru-nii and the others are teasing me!" they heard Atsushi wailing from downstairs, possibly the kitchen.
"Samuru! Yasahiro! Ryoichi!" they heard their mum scream.
They paled and their hearts nearly jumped when they saw their sister standing in the middle of the hallway, snickering. Nothing ever goes well when Murasakibara Meroko snickers, she was a normally aloof girl but when she starts snickering it mean trouble and if she was smiling…
Someone was bound to be in a world of pain.
They were somewhat glad that it was the former instead of the latter but were still sweating even as they went downstairs to face their Mom's wrath. It was best to face it sooner than later, they knew, but they honestly wanted a miraculous 5 minute coffee break when they saw Murasakibara Nariko tapping her foot impatiently. Despite her gentle name, she was a hard ass to face.
And their dad wasn't helping either.
In fact, he was sitting and reading his newspaper while sporting that suspicious glint that looked eerily like amusement. His coffee was extravagant as usual and his face was blank, devoid of emotion, leading questions since his children were all pranksters… Not counting Meroko. All of the Murasakibara siblings were tall and had purple hair, not counting Meroko, Samuru and Yasahiro. Atsushi was by far the tallest of them all.
Meroko had magenta hair while Samuru was a healthy cherry blossom, and Yasahiro had black hair. Atsushi and Yasahiro had different eyes while their other family members had the custom plain black eyes; their eyes were purple and violet respectively.
Back to the matter at hand…
"WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT TEASING ATSUSHI!" Nariko roared, the boys flinched while Meroko smiled sadistically, Atsushi smiling contently while chewing some ichigo daifuku.
"Hrmm…," Murasakibara Naoya hummed. The impending chaos behind him forgotten and peacefully ignoring the yelps of pain that ensued not longer than after he had hummed.
(Midorima neighborhood area…)
"SHINTAROU-NII! YOU'RE LATE!" a lime haired girl screeched, throwing the covers off her brother and kicking him off. The boy grunted but quickly scrambled up when he heard what his sister screamed about. He rushed to the bathroom and in a matter of seconds, began frantically preparing.
"NOOO! I MISSED OHA-ASA TODAY!"
Midorima Kirimi shook her head in annoyance at her brother's uncharacteristic outburst on the way out, knowing that the only way her tsundere brother would ever be affected of his calm persona would be Oha-Asa. She hoped that it wouldn't be the only thing to lose his composure, she wanted him to be a bit more open and at least have a friend or two. If it kept on, he would be alone and bitter. Her brother was good looking, so getting a girlfriend wouldn't be a problem and she honestly hoped he would…
"Ah, as if," she said in response to her thoughts, knowing how much of a TsunTsun her brother could be. But it wouldn't hurt to hope, right?
(Haizaki Residency area… a few blocks away from Kuroko and Midorima Residential area…)
"Shougo-nii! Wake up!"
"Don't wanna… Leave me alone, Shunsuke…"
"SHOUGO! WAKE UP!" a pan flew across the room.
THWACK!
"Argh! Alright! Alright!"
"…"
"Damn onna…"
The basketball was thrown furiously.
SMACK!
"ACK!"
A normal day in the Haizaki family.
Notes~
1)A-Cups: In this fanfic, I decided to make Momoi an A cup due to the fact that I've never seen ANY author make her this way and a friend of mine has requested for a Momoi-bashing fic because it's VERY rare. So anyone with a healthy size of Momoi loving is SOOO going to be disappointed, if MomoiBashing! can't satisfy you with what I'm dishing, please leave peacefully without any flames of any sort. ^^
2) Names (OC/Non-OC)
[Akashi Family]
Akashi's Mom- Shiori (詩織). Her original name in the Anime and Manga was mentioned to be Shiori.
Akashi's Dad- Masaomi (征臣). This is also his real name, both in manga and anime.
[Murasakibara Family]
From Eldest to Youngest-
Yasahiro (やさひろ): Meaning 'tranquil/wise'
Samuru (サムル): Meaning 'his name is God'
Ryoichi (良一) Meaning 'the first son of Ryo'
Meroko (芽露湖): There's no definitive meaning.
Nariko (ナリコ): Meaning 'gentle child'.
Naoya (直也): Meaning 'honest one/straight arrow'.
[Midorima Family]
Kirimi (切り身): Meaning 'fillet' {meat/fish}
[Haizaki Family]
Chihaya (千早): Meaning 'ferocious/savage/vicious…etc'{Shougo's older sister}
Shunsuke (俊介): Meaning 'sagacious help'.
3) I repeat! THIS IS A MOMOI BASHING FANFIC! IF THAT OFFENDS YOU!... Please kindly leave…
4) I decided to make the story characters slightly OOC, after all this IS fiction! ^^
Preview of next chapter:
"GAHHH! WHAT THE HELL,SHORTY!" Aomine screamed, girlishly. A basketball flew up to smack him in the face.
Haizaki laughed.
"BWAHAHAHA! AHOMINE!" he choked out.
~Break~
"Eh, what sort of club should I join?" Kise mumbled tiredly.
"Please join the soccer club!" a bunch of seniors waved flyers around the air comically while a tall boy with plain black hair and wearing glasses scribbled furiously onto the papers on the Soccer Club table.
"…Hrm? Soccer? Maybe I should join, I'll quit later on and join another club next year," Kise yawned and approached the table.
"Ano…."
~Break~
Kuroko swung the door open lightly and took his shoes off, placing on the nearby shoe rack. He hoped his nii-sama would still be at his Uni or part-time work, he sincerely didn't want to deal with an intoxicated nii-sama in sugar rush. Judging by the tone of his manager, he had consumed a LOT. And it made him shudder that he's going to be the receiving end of that sugar rush… His nii-sama could be a pervert once his commonsense flies out the window.
"TET-NYAN!" came the chirpy slurry voice; Kuroko sighed in remorse as he saw his impending doom close on him. Goodbye, cruel world.
"OoooooHHHH! I WANNA STICK IT IN TET-NYAN SO BAAAAADDDD~~~!" Gou slurred, Kuroko turned red and in an uncharacteristic fit of embarrassment tackled his nii-sama.
"Don't scream it out so loud!" he said frantically, face flushed at the thought of his neighbors getting wind of his nii-sama's perverted streak and used as gossip material. He didn't have to worry about his Mum or Dad finding out. In fact, Gou got his perverseness from their Mum and Kuroko got his blunt personality from his Grandma. He just hoped that Mum wouldn't start pairing him off with random ikemen, like that time with the American lady, Alexandra, who loved setting him up with her pupil, Tatsuya.
He shuddered, horrified.
Never again.
Well, That wraps it! I hope you enjoyed and please review! This is un-Betaed so excuse me for any small mistakes!^^
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