Passion, Determination & a hint of Revenge

KuroBas fan-fiction

Chapter 3:

Rinnosuke took the lead, facing off Tatsuya. Everyone seemed on their toes, ready to get as much points as they could in the short period of time remaining. Rinnosuke took a deep calming breath and met Tatsuya's eyes. He had a fierce, determined look that actually startled Tatsuya. Rinnosuke took that surprise to his advantage. He passed the ball and rushed in the opposite direction.

Rinnosuke managed to cause Tatsuya stumble over one of his own teammates as Rinnosuke and Kensuke exchanged places. It wasn't often that such a mix up got anyone, especially Tatsuya. It was a beginner's mistake.

The third year shooting guard took the shot, earning them three more points to their score.

Not good enough… Rinnosuke thought glancing towards the couch as he headed towards defense.

What is he up to… Araki-sensei thought looking Rinnosuke over.

Tatsuya this time went for a fake-out, intending to make a pass that would eventually lead back to him so he could make a shot. Instead he found the ball had not followed his intended pass. Rinnosuke had slipped behind him, with the ball, and surging towards the other side of the court.

More! Rinnosuke raged after successfully securing two more points on their side.

"Scary, Tachibana-kun has turned into a fierce wombat." Kensuke stated with a small chuckle.

"A wombat?"

"Well, he's cute and cuddly looking," Kensuke explained with a shrug, "Don't you just want to hold him and carry him around?"

"…What's gotten into you Fukui-kun?" The third year questioned looking Kensuke over.

Kensuke shrugged as they had to focus on the game once more.

This time Rinnosuke once again tried to steal the ball from Tatsuya, but he was unsuccessful. At least he had made some impact as Tatsuya's pass had lost some power.

I need to crush them. Rinnosuke pushed himself to continue on. Rushing to the hoop to snag the rebound, only there wasn't a rebound.

His speed keeps increasing, but that isn't always good… The coach silently observed folding her arms as she watched.

I need to crush them. Rinnosuke dribbled the ball, walking towards the half court at an easy walk. How? I'm just a below average player… why do I think I can crush them and prove myself to Murasakibara? He took the step over the line. I'm not stupid…think…think, use your brain If you don't have a skill, create it!

Rinnosuke glanced right over Tatsuya, taking in each player.

The third year shooting guard had a short range if they wanted successful shots. Kensuke was strong, befitting to be the vice-captain and a starting member; he would be easy enough to rely on to bring them success. The second year was average in shooting but good at reading his marks movements, only really useful for screens and passing. Then the other second year, an average center, probably better as a power forward.

That's not enough…how can I use them to the fullest? How can I use myself for the fullest? Rinnosuke gritted his teeth. He wasn't one for taking his time, and everyone seemed slightly resentful for it. They really didn't have much time.

Twenty seven against thirty-two, they really didn't have the time to hesitate.

"Senpai," Rinnosuke gestured that Kensuke should switch.

He passed the ball and they quickly exchanged places, but Rinnosuke wasn't done changing.

"You play as a power forward, I'll take up the back," He said to the second year.

"Wha-?"

"Go!" Rinnosuke snapped motioning to his senpai to move forward. What can I do?

Ten minutes left now, thirty to thirty-two now.

Rinnosuke rubbed at his temples, thinking as he went towards the other side of the court.

"Let's run and go," Rinnosuke said tugging at Kensuke's shirt.

Instead of guarding his mark, Kensuke let Rinnosuke pull him toward the top of the three point art. Tatsuya's brow furrowed as he noticed one of his teammates wide open.

"Okay, go," Rinnosuke said pushing Kensuke one direction.

Just was Tatsuya crossed over, he found the ball out of his grasps. Rinnosuke had slapped it away, in Kensuke's direction. Rinnosuke didn't give chase, instead he stood and watched Kensuke even their score.

Tatsuya glanced towards Rinnosuke; the boy was glaring at the ground. Why? Why did he seem so upset?

I can't let them score! He glanced to the other side. Atsushi was under his opponent's basket looking completely bored and ready to nap. I'll show you…not even your talent can stop hard work!

Five minutes passed and they were fighting for the lead, forty-three against forty-four.

"There is no need to play so seriously…" The second year said to Rinnosuke. Despite it he was playing just as seriously.

Practice matches were a way to prove and show for to the coach. It was their chance at possibly becoming a regular.

Oh right…I'm just trying to make it on the team… Rinnosuke thought glancing towards Araki-sensei. Am I doing alright?

He was feeling incompetent, especially since his body burned and ached, to think he had to play three more rounds was disheartening. He was so weak and untrained compared to these players.

Wait a moment…where are the other first years? This can't possibly be all the players in the team… Isn't Yousen fairly known? Such a strong team should be popular.

Rinnosuke let out a heavy breath, now wasn't the time to think about such things. He needed to figure something out quickly, he could only mentally kick himself for not being better prepared.

If I could only use that…but if I did they could trace it back to who I really am… He shook his head, getting the train of thought out of his mind.

Kensuke was coming, quickly trying to come up with a plan to put them in the lead.

I'm so useless… no I can't think that way! I just need to focus on winning. Rinnosuke rolled his shoulders before stepping forward to mark Tatsuya.

It seems he lost some of his determination… Tatsuya observed meeting Rinnosuke's solid brown eyes.

"Forget it," Rinnosuke said under his breath glancing off to the side.

Tatsuya wondered what that was supposed to mean, Rinnosuke didn't give off any type of feeling of giving up.

He's going to steal the ball again, Tatsuya realized as his watched Rinnosuke move straight towards the third year player on Tatsuya's team. The third year was facing of Kensuke yet he noticed Rinnosuke approach. He wasn't discreet about it, he didn't have to be.

In a single blink of the eye Rinnosuke had the ball and was speeding towards the opposite side. Tatsuya was right on Rinnosuke's heels. The transfer student stopped took two steps back and fired the ball without a single moment of hesitation. Rinnosuke watched the ball in its high arch as it reached the pinnacle and started to fall towards the hoop.

Tatsuya went forward, hoping that he could at least get the rebound. Rinnosuke was there by his side, eyes on the ball. The other players were now reaching them, on their toes wondering what would happen.

The ball circled the hoop and continued until it fell through.

A small, sad and distant, smile spread across Rinnosuke's lip before he lurched forward. His face paled and his smile disappeared.

Ugh, I feel like I'm going to sick-up… Rinnosuke thought feeling dreadful at the thought, his stomach flipped over. Maybe I've overdone it… No I'm good. I'm fine. I'm not sick at all. He tried to make himself believe he wasn't feeling nauseous and that it was on his head. Mind over Matter.

The transfer student made his way more slowly, using the back of his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his brow. Araki-sensei noticed Rinnosuke's sudden shift, though she didn't entirely know what was wrong. She watched him walk, wondering if perhaps he had landed wrong and injured himself but he showed no signs of limping.

"I'm not going to let you do that again," Tatsuya informed Rinnosuke.

"Two minutes left," Rinnosuke judged, trying to even his breathing.

Author's Note: OTL just shoot me... ;3;

anyway...some more of Rinno-chin's personality showing and intentions... I kind of haven't decided on Rinno's specialty so 'he's' kind of running about from position to position a lot haha