Chapter Six

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Shintaro Midorima's POV

Readjusting my glasses, I was making my way with my team through the masses of people that have come to watch the first matches of the Interhigh championship.

"Midorima, isn't one of your old teammates playing for Touo?" as I heard my name I turned towards my captain, who was looking at the matches that will be held today. They must be playing in the match before ours.

"No, two of them are." All my teammates drew to a halt and turned to stare at me. Their incredulous expressions would have been funny had our coach not shown up.

"What?" I was startled of his sudden question. But I really shouldn't be, having in mind that almost no one knows about Tetsuki. Just thinking of the former shadow of the Generation of Miracles made my lips twitch in a semblance of a smile. A rough throat-clearing broke me from my thoughts.

"Aomine Daiki isn't the only player that joined them, after all he won't go anywhere without her." My statement was met with quite a few puzzled faces. But I was busy recalling the dynamics of the couple when we were in middle school. They were and still are polar opposites, but the strange thing about them is that once you see them together, you can't imagine them apart. They are like to one. That is if you haven't seen them playing together. There are no words that can describe their play. It is purely magical. You have to witness it with your own eyes in order to believe it.

"A girl?" Takao skeptically asked.

"Yes, our hime!" As I answered shot Takao a warning look. But the idiot was too ignorant to notice

"A girl played for the Generation of Miracles? Surely she didn't participate in games?" He was looking at me like I have lost my sanity. The idea seemed that ludicrous to him. I couldn't help but throw a smirk at him.

"Do not underestimate our hime." Captain Otsubo must have felt the tension rising as he stepped between Takao and me.

"We have information only about Aomine. Why haven't you told us about her? True, we won't be facing them now, but you should have told us." The scolding tone of his voice made me sigh.

"She will not be playing this season." I said hoping that the answer will be enough. My hopes were shot down when the coach asked why.

"Due to an injury." Even the brief reply made me remember. That awful day when our hime was hurt. Rage flooded my body, recalling her scream, our devastation and the damn smirk on that bastard Hanamiya's face. I suddenly wanted to hit something.

"In the end of third year, right? Her leg was badly injured" The coach's voice drew me from anger. The look I sent him must have been enough.

"Such tragedy" he whispered. I could feel the curious looks of my teammates but decided not to pay them any attention.

"Let's go watch their match. It is starting." Kimura's voice broke through the silence. I looked at my lucky item for the day, which was a watch and saw that we have plenty of time before our own match started.

"Let's go." I said.

As we entered the stadium the two teams were warming up. Even from distance I could easily spot Aomine, after all no one could move like him. As we sat I searched for Tetsuki, only to find her on the bench on the court, scribbling something on a notebook. I must have looked longer then I thought, because next thing I know she looked up and waved at me, I waved back.

"That her?" asked me Otsubo. I nodded.

A sharp whistle interrupted us. The match was starting.

Just before the teams entered the court for the match I saw Aomine go to Tetsuki. The gentleness he expressed as he kissed her briefly on the lips did not surprise me. The few softly spoken words between them didn't either. They are one and I am glad that despite the difficulties their love seemed to have grown.

After all no light can shine without its shadow.

This Interhigh Championship is going to be interesting.

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