KAIJOU'S SHIRO
Chapter V
Ch~ing!
Shiro rolled in another 100 yen coin into the vending machine coin slot and contemplated what drink to get for Ryouta. She'd already decided on the typical sportsman drink Pocari Sweat for Kasamatsu. Moriyama fruit juice because she always saw him as a 'fruity' kind of guy. Kobori Oi Ocha because he reminded Shiro of an old man. Hayakawa Fanta Orange – which was a minor miscalculation on her part as she thought that maybe giving their enthusiastic rebounder more sugar than reasonably needed was not a good idea – and also not appreciated. Nakamura ice black coffee since he always complained that 'it's too early to deal with all of your (Kaijou regulars) shit' accompanied with, 'I need coffee right now. I can't handle this' when his teammates were really going overboard with their eccentricities – which basically happened every single day without fail.
(Somewhere in the locker room, Nakamura wheezed loudly, attracting many concerned looks and stares from his teammates. He suddenly felt the deepest urge to pinch a certain white-haired manager on the cheek – and give her a lecture on why she should not act like a snarky little shit to her token megane senpai, even in her thoughts.)
Hmm…sparkling water then…Ryouta always reminded me of a sparkly vampire anyway…
Just as she was about to collect her drink, she heard two pairs of footsteps coming behind her. Assuming that it was probably one of the players, she continued on her way and picked up the bottle of sparkling water from the drop-out port before dropping it into her bag. With a pleased hum, she was about to turn and leave when two figures entered her vision.
(Honestly, she should've checked.)
Shiro felt a gasp escape her before she could even process it as someone grabbed the back of her hair and slammed her head against the vending machine. She choked back a cry as she felt her wrists being gripped viciously and pinned over her head. She did her best not to whimper in agony at the prickling pain on the base of her neck.
"Fancy meeting you here, Shiro-chan."
Shiro's eyes shot open, the bile returning to her gut as she was met face-to face with the murderous-looking Karasuma Yuuto. In all of his handsome, petrifying glory. His eyes were flashing in barely restrained anger and his lips had formed a merciless smile. This time, she could feel his cold breath against her ear and his lips too close to hers for comfort. Tiny tears appeared in the corner of her eyes as he yanked at her hair sharply.
"Aw, Shiro-chan, don't be scared," Karasuma said in mock hurt. The handsome brunette did not miss the flash of anxiety in his target's eyes at the sudden invasion of her personal space. Karasuma couldn't help not restrain the perverse thrill he always had when he did this sort of thing.
There's nothing more fun than playing with a cornered animal, after all.
"What do you want…" she bit out, wincing a little as she felt his canines bite harshly onto the lobe of her ear.
Shiro felt him smile, and she couldn't do much but squirm at the many unpleasant shudders she felt at his closeness.
"To break you, of course," he purred, forcefully grabbing her chin so she could look in his partner's direction. The Kamakura Captain was giving her one of the most unsettling smirks she had ever seen and was for some reason, holding a video camera. There was a shudder of repulse when the white-haired manager saw him lick his lips, like he was a starving beast and she was his last meal.
"Excuse me, will you let me–!"
Shiro's pleads were silenced when a pair of cold lips quickly descended on hers. She gasped when she felt Karasuma's tongue force its way into her mouth, immediately enforcing his dominance on her as his other hand crawled its way up to her thigh, caressing her skin with shameless fascination.
No no no this is not impossible he can't be –
The white-haired author couldn't help but moan into the hard kiss as she squirmed in his grasp, highly aware of the other Kamakura High player walking over and very lightly stroking the side of her warm, flushed face.
"Dun forget me, little chick," Mochizuki whispered gently, his tone laced with something that made the younger girl recoil as his other hand slowly lifted up her shirt, exposing the smooth expanse of her pale-white stomach. Mochizuki could barely repress another lick of his lips at the tiny shiver the girl's slender body produced when the cold air hit her skin.
"If yer this sensitive, maybe we don't have ta give you this."
Shiro felt a stab of horror as her eyes caught a small, little syringe tucked inside the captain's jacket pocket. Mochizuki chuckled humorlessly as his fingers dug slightly onto her skin, tearing her away from his vice-captain and brutally slamming his lips onto hers. Karasuma gave an annoyed 'Tsk' and started littering vicious little bruises along the nape of her neck, his other hand forcefully clamping down on her thigh – eliciting a breathy mewl from Shiro's lips.
"Let me go…" Shiro pleaded against him, not able to stop the flow of desperate tears descending down her cheeks.
I don't want this…! P-Please stop touching me, I don't want you to –
"Shh…'s okay, little chick," Mochizuki whispered against her lips, a dark smirk forming on his lips.
"You'll be enjoying this so much you won't even want us to stop."
"– that's all. Give your best for these last two quarters so we can make it clear to them why we are number one in Kanagawa," Coach Takeuchi finished off the briefing, "for now, you can all do whatever you have to do for the remaining of halftime."
An energetic 'whoop' went up the Kaijou Basketball Team as Kise sat back-to-back against Kasamatsu on the bench – which elicited an annoyed 'Oi' from the captain, though he too was completely exhausted and didn't really mind the extra back support.
"I feel so good ~suu…!" Kise said with a dopey smile, recalling the awe-stricken look on Shiro's face as she watched him play. He felt like a goddamn god for the entire second quarter when he occasionally glanced at the benches – only to see the white-haired author jot down notes almost blindly like her life depended on it. It was a little quirk of hers that Kise liked to see because that clearly showed that she was enjoying what she was watching. It was like that one time Kise treated her to her first expensive French meal.
(She was writing notes about how the dishes looked and trying to figure out the ingredients for a good twenty minutes.)
(The excitement was extremely short-lived. You don't have a famous model and author enter a restaurant and not expect to have a lobby and dining room being bombarded with hysterical fans.)
It felt really nice somehow. She had the same look he used to have back when he watched Aomine play basketball for the first time.
"Baka, the game isn't over yet," Kasamatsu scolded, without his usual bite.
"I agree with Kise though, I feel pretty good," Kobori said with a soft smile.
"Same," Nakamura added quietly.
"[URAAAHHH]! I F[EEL] SO PUMPED OUT NOW! YOOOOSHHH!" Hayakawa yelled, slapping his face in happiness.
"Did you see Hime watching me?" Moriyama's eyes sparkled with renewed fervor, "I scored twenty-one points for her today~!"
"She was watching all of us, Moriyama," Kasamatsu said with an exasperated smile, stretching his leg out so he could tie his laces.
"Mana[ger]-san didn't ch[eer] for us, but you could definit[ely] see that she was s[upper] happy!" Hayakawa added with a huge, peppy-like smile on his face.
"Her way of expressing happiness is strange though," Kasamatsu said as an afterthought. The Kaijou captain gave a grunt as he nudged their Ace to give him some room, which the latter happily obliged.
"Kise, have you ever seen Hime that happy before?" Moriyama asked, who had Hayakawa giving him an enthusiastic back massage.
(Oh Hayakawa, you cute lil shit.)
The blonde copycat gulped as he recalled those special, happy moments the two of them shared together – which he definitely didn't want to tell his team. Mostly because they were something called – oh I don't freaking know – special and that most of those moments contained him being half-nude and Shiro being dressed in a huge shirt and sometimes nothing else.
"Once or twice ~suu."
Kobori hummed in curiosity. "Speaking of sensei, where is she?"
From the corner of Kis'es eyes, he saw a dark-haired boy jump and rummage into his bag for something. Kise's eyes widened slightly when he took out a familiar-looking container and started running towards them.
"A-Ano…!"
The Kaijou regulars all looked a little surprised when their reserve Takuma thrust a container of honey-soaked lemons to them. Shiro's honey-soaked lemons.
"M-Manager-san wanted me to give you this…" the admittedly adorable reserve stuttered, a high blush rising to his cheeks.
They were all stunned. Nakamura was the first one to break the silence as he rose up from beside Kobori and took the container from Takuma's hands. Nobody failed to notice the little look of concern that crossed their token megane's eyes as he accepted the cold treats.
"Thank you," Nakamura said uncertainly.
Kise wasn't going to have it though. Something was clearly amiss, and his team was definitely feeling it too.
"Where's Shirocchi ~suu?"
The bomb finally dropped.
"Umm…she said she went to buy drinks for everyone…" Takuma gulped slowly at all the stares upon him.
"Why didn't you go with her?" Kobori broke out of his calm demeanor as he demanded an answer out of the reserve.
"S-She told me to go f-for Coach's briefing –" Takuma stuttered in fear, the horrible implications of his inaction dawning on him.
This did not placate the currently frozen Kaijou team one bit.
Kasamatsu turned sharply to Hayakawa. "Check the gym."
The rebounder – knowing what their captain meant – quickly left massaging duty and sped out of the locker room. Everyone waited in bated breath for Hayakawa's return. His re-entry was none too pleasant.
"Captain…their captain and vice-captain a[ren't] th[ere]."
Kise's blood turned ice-cold hearing that.
It can't be a coincidence. I saw what their vice-captain did to Shirocchi…she…
Kise's fingers gripped tightly on the edge of his varsity jacket, his heart thrumming madly in his chest.
Shirocchi…Shirocchi isn't in trouble…right?
"Everyone! Snap fucking out of it! Get your ass moving and find her!" Kasamatsu barked urgently, spurring everyone into action as the regulars quickly got off the benches and starting heading to the door. Nakamura's glasses had almost fallen off his face in a hurry, his eyes straining in worry at the prospect of something happening to his kouhai. Kobori looked visibly stressed as he was the first one to grab his jacket and make his way out of the gym alongside Hayakawa. Moriyama's face had frozen in absolute horror as he and a panicking Kasamatsu dragged a trembling Kise out of the gym. They barely acknowledged their Coach when they dashed past him and started shouting at each other to hurry up.
"She'll be okay, she'll be fucking okay!" Kasamatsu repeated over and over again, squeezing the blonde's arm in reassurance as they ran as fast they could to the nearest vending machine.
Kise couldn't help but think Kasamatsu was just saying that to reassure himself.
"Mmm…this looks beautiful…"
The sadistic vice-captain sneered as Mochizuki zoomed in closer to the white-haired manager's face, catching her in all of her dishevelled beauty.
"Where's your team when you need them, hmm?" Karasuma taunted, digging his nails painfully onto her wrists.
The two of them sneered sadistically when Shiro simply whimpered and tried to look away from the camera.
Ichijou Shiro was in no state that would've been called respectable. Normally impeccable white hair was tussled over her flushed face. Her silver-blue eyes glazed over in near defeat and saliva trailing down her lips. Her shirt was completely bunched up, revealing her entire upper body, including her fully exposed breasts. She was trembling so pathetically it ignited the hungry need within Karasuma to just cut the crap and ruin her already.
"For a little chick, you have pretty nice tits," Mochizuki commented lecherously, eyeing the white-haired girl's round, supple breasts, sadly contained by a constricting, pain white bra.
"Yeah, she looks better than some of the other girls," Karasuma purred, not-so-gently cupping one of Shiro's clothed breasts. The dark-haired teen smirked when the white-haired girl moaned softly and shivered at the harsh grope, "C-cup maybe? Maaan, I bet Kaijou has a lot of fun sucking on these tits. Or maybe you let them fuck these nice tits of yours?"
Shiro gave a weak sound of protest as she kneed him away, shaking her head in defiance.
"Tch, still fighting huh?" Karasuma asked in annoyance, not very happy that the normally quiet manager just kicked him in the shin, "Say, Captain. We might need that little drug for this one."
D…Drug? Shiro flinched in apprehension.
The Kamakura vice-captain gave a little pitying sound as he stroked the side of her face, his vindictive smile wide and clear on his lips. Oh, he always loved this part of their psychology play.
"Don't worry, it won't hurt at all Shiro-chan," Karasuma assured in fake sweetness.
Then he paused and tilted his head, as if contemplating something.
"Well, as long as you don't struggle, that is."
Mochizuki snorted as he took out the syringe from his pocket, not missing the wild look in the normally calm white-haired girl's eyes as she saw the glint of the syringe needle from far away.
"Get it away from me," Shiro spat out, regaining some strength as she started pushing against the overbearing Karasuma, who merely had to shove her back against the vending machine to placate her. He then forced her mouth open with his hands, making sure to apply pressure on her throat so she couldn't scream.
"There's no-one to save you now, Shiro-chan. I suggest you keep your pretty mouth shut and be a good girl," Karasuma threatened, slamming her wrists against the vending machine once more for good measure.
Yukio-senpai… Shiro whimpered, her mind going into hyper drive as she started kicking her perpetrator, her throat drying up as she did her best to scream despite the pain.
"Fuckin' hell, shut da bitch up for fuck's sake!" Mochizuki hissed, starting to prepare the drug.
"Just hurry the fuck up!" Karasuma growled in annoyance, not liking their target's sudden attempt at a frenzied struggle.
Yoshitaka-senpai…
"Yea, yea…" Mochizuki rolled his eyes as he stepped closer to the frantic white-haired girl, whose eyes just widened fraction by fraction as the syringe needle came closer and closer to her, unable to stop her shaking as it neared towards her mouth.
Kouji-senpai…Mitsuhiro-senpai…Shinya-senpai please –!
"Open wide, little chick ~"
R-Ryouta…!
Just as the first tiny spurts of liquid dripped onto Shiro's tongue, a flying figure came out of nowhere and collided into the unaware Kamakura Captain. Mochizuki gave a yell of pain as the syringe went flying and the white-haired girl could hear a camera lens shatter as it fell onto the ground.
"HOW D[ARE] YOU! HOWD[ARE] YOU HURT MANA[GER]-SAN –!" Hayakawa roared, picking up the surprised Kamakura High captain by the collar. Shiro stiffened at the purely furious look in her favorite power forward's eyes, face contorted in fury that he was practically spitting at the other teen.
If Mitsuhiro-senpai is here, then –
"Shiro!"
"Hime!"
"Sensei!"
"Shiro-san!"
"SHIROCCHI!"
Shiro felt the restriction around her wrists being released as a familiar whizz of ash-blonde hair flew past her and barreled into the violent dark-haired vice-captain, releasing her from his suffocating grip.
"Shinya-senpai…!" Shiro felt something get caught in her throat as she watched her normally stoic senpai snarl at the person who hurt her. There was an odd, twisting feeling in her chest when she watched him pummel the living shit out of Karasuma, whose brain finally kicked in on what was happening and for once, actually looked scared for his life. It looked immensely satisfying to see the normally handsome vice-captain bleeding from the nose and looking on the verge of tears.
"You piece of shit! How dare you lay a fucking hand on her!"
Just as Nakamura was about to land another punch, Shiro's vision flicked suddenly and her body started to get unnaturally warm. She felt the last strands of consciousness leave her and it wasn't long before she lost her footing. Fortunately, she had landed safely onto the warm, broad chest of Kasamatsu Yukio, who immediately grabbed her by the arms and embraced her tightly into his chest, letting her head rest over his shoulder – for once, not even panicking slightly at the close proximity between them. There were beads of sweat on the Kaijou's captain face because thank – fucking – god his manager was okay!
"You're safe right now okay? You're safe…" Kasamatsu muttered soothingly, calloused hand reassuringly caressing her hair.
"Shirocchi, oh god, thank god you're okay," Kise choked shakily, mimicking Kasamatsu's words as he leaned down to cup the smaller girl's face. His worried golden-yellow eyes widened at the dark bruises littering her skin and the streaks of tears down her warm cheeks. The Kaijou small forward couldn't help but shatter a bit inside at the state of one of his dearest friends.
She looked so…weak.
Shirocchi wasn't weak…she never was…how could they –
"Sensei is heating up…she needs medical attention…" Kobori noted with visible concern as he gently took the white-haired girl away from Kasamatsu and lifted her up bridal-style in his arms. The fatherly center cradled her head against his neck and hoped nobody would notice that he was shaking a little while he was carrying her.
"I'm sorry Hime…we couldn't save you fast enough…" Moriyama muttered softly, pushing away his princess's sweaty bangs, eyebrows creased in worry hearing the shallow, quick pants escaping their manager's mouth, "I promise it won't happen again…"
Shirocchi… Kise clenched his fists in anger. How could they do this to someone like her…she did…she did nothing wrong…!
Meanwhile, Hayakawa and Nakamura were busy cleaning up with Mochizuki and Karasuma, both who looked thoroughly beaten up, bruised and very much fearful of their lives at that point. Hayakawa's and Nakamura's chests heaved in exhaustion, their eyes still flaring with the need to kill just by simply looking at the two Kamakura High scumbags at their feet, tied up and shaking in terror.
While Hayakawa had given the Kamakura High some really huge bruises and one really impressive black eye, Nakamura didn't seem to be ready to leave his task of beating the cowering vice-captain within an inch of his life. If it said anything, the rest of the Kaijou regulars could feel the bloodlust reeking from his calmly furious facial expression.
"Nakamura, get the camera and the syringe," Kasamatsu ordered evenly, not taking his eyes off the Kamakura High duo, "before we have to explain to Coach why we need two body bags."
Despite his rage, Nakamura eventually relented and went to retrieve the items from the floor. With flawless dexterity, he tilted the camera with his fingertips, inspecting its current state. The video was most likely safe as evidence, and the contents of the syringe was still intact.
This drug… Nakamura's eyes narrowed at the liquid inside the syringe, I need to test it…
"What are ya gunna do to us?" Mochizuki finally asked, gritting his teeth, eyes looking something akin to a cornered animal.
Oh, how ironic, Nakamura refrained from rolling his eyes, calming down considerably as he turned to look at his senpais, awaiting their decision. As much as he wanted to oh-so freaking badly beat the shit out of the both of them with his bare hands, it was the third-years decision to decide how to deal with them.
(Hopefully it would be with more violence, Nakamura hoped.)
"Report you to the police," Kasamatsu answered coldly, "amongst other things."
Karasuma's eyes flashed in fear. At the prospect of actually getting arrested or what Kasamatsu said after that, nobody knew.
"We still have a match after all," Kise broke in casually, his normally friendly and affable demeanor replaced with flawless calm. In fact, he looked the calmest his team had ever seen him be, with his bright golden eyes dulling into a bland yellow and the smile on his face resembling that of Hannibal Lector.
(In fact, Hannibal Lector would've been damn proud by the creep factor of Kise' smile.)
"If you can beat us, we won't report you to the police. Probably," Moriyama drawled uncaringly.
Nakamura's eyes widened at the third-year's suggestion, jaw dropping slightly in disbelief.
They're not going to let them off easy. They're going to give them hope, a chance to escape, when in all reality -
While Hayakawa was giving his eager agreement, Nakamura had to slowly process the facial expressions of everyone present, to check whether they were all thinking on the same wavelength as him.
Kasamatsu had his arms folded firmly, looking as reassured as a Captain should be. Moriyama was glaring coldly at the Kamakura High players, looking like he cared less whether they lived or died as long as he got what he wanted. Kobori, being one of the most rational out of all of them, looked completely stony-faced while he took care of the unconscious girl in his arms.
And Kise.
Nakamura's heart could've stopped just from feeling the bloodlust their Ace was emitting.
He was not looking at famous blonde model and puppy-like idiot of the Kaijou High. He was not looking at the 'weakest' of the infamous Generation of Miracles, the skilled copycat with extraordinary visual capabilities. He was not even looking at the 'true' Kise Ryouta; the Kise Ryouta who only gave respect to those who impressed him and wouldn't even look your way as long as you were just a normal person.
He was looking at the Kise Ryouta who failed to protect the one person he was constantly denying his feelings for. The Kise Ryouta who felt like it was his duty to be by her side and keep her from harm at all costs. The Kise Ryouta who damn right was going to redeem his mistakes and make it up to her.
No matter what it took and how many people he needed to do it.
Nakamura felt a slight chill when he looked at the tied-up Kamakura High players, who had tiny sparks of hope in their formerly emotionless eyes.
"Cornered animals will often mount a final desperate attack. To prevent this, you let them believe they still have a chance for freedom."
Kaijou High was the predator, and Kamakura High was their prey.
Kaijou was going to play the same, twisted game that they liked to play, Nakamura thought.
A cruel, heartless smile entered the second-year shooting guard's features.
Well, that's what happens when you mess with their 'pack' after all.
(And unlike Kamakura High, Kaijou takes care of their own.)
They eventually returned to the gym, instantly being met with the bewildered and shell-shocked stares of the Kaijou High and Kamakura High team as they walked in with two freshly beaten-up Kamakura High players in tow.
However – in Kaijou's situation – their expressions quickly turned to ones of passionate fury when they saw the limp, unconscious form of their beloved manager in Kobori's arms. It didn't take a genius to put two and two together and figure out what happened.
Kasamatsu eventually struck up a deal with Kamakura High's Coach Heishi regarding the arrests of their captain and vice-captain. Despite Coach Heishi's initial refusal – seeing as it was practically impossible for Kamakura High to win with their core players badly injured at that point – his refusal was ultimately rejected and then refuted when he was met with a few dozen murderous stares and a startlingly evil one from Kaijou's Ace that almost made him want to piss himself.
Nakamura's assignment to take care of Shiro in the infirmary was met with no complaints, only mutual nods and offers for any form of assistance.
The second half of the practice match quickly resumed.
Kasamatsu likened the game to a one-sided slaughter, with Kise stealing a majority of the spotlight.
Their Ace annihilated defenses like they were made out of paper. He drove past the Kamakura High duo's double-team like they weren't even there. He scored point after point like there was no tomorrow, all with the façade of absolute assuredness and confidence.
Kasamatsu watched looks of hopeless despair settle into the eyes of the Kamakura High players. He watched them sag in defeat as Kise copied their hard-earned plays and abilities with perfected ease. He watched as he disregarded every single one of them like they weren't even worth looking at.
Kasamatsu hated that kind of thing. Crushing their opponents spirits into nothing. Making them hate something they loved with everything they had.
And then he looked at Mochizuki and Karasuma. The defeated looks on their faces as they watched the score gap between both teams become wider and wider, their tiny spark of hope gradually flying away from their reach.
But the Kaijou High Captain surprisingly felt nothing as he watched Kise destroy their hopes and spirits. He felt absolutely no sympathy for every single one of them.
Nothing.
Kamakura High gave no mercy to those who they hurt for their own personal gain. Thus, he would give none to them.
Kasamatsu closed his eyes as he listened to the final buzzer, signifying the end of the practice match.
Kaijou had won with a score of 20 – 181. It was one of their best games they ever had.
And Shiro wasn't there to see it.
Author's Note:
I don't own KnB.
I actually feel a bit disappointed in this chapter somehow. The first chapter that I did was much better (but OF COURSE I HAD TO ACCIDENTALLY DELETE IT). But either way, I hope you all enjoyed it because it took a lot out of me to write these kind of scenes considering I am seriously uncomfortable writing them and I'm more used to writing heartwarming scenes.
Question: Do you guys want a depressing angsty scene in the next chapter or a fluffy one?
