MuraMido 6 Drabbles

Dedicated to my RP partner in twitter.

Summary: 6 Drabbles of MuraMido. From Angst, Romance, Humor, General, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort and Tragedy.

Disclaimer: Kurobasu is not Mine.

Pair: MuraMido, onesided!OotsuMido, TatsuAlex, OotsuMiya

Rate: PG

Warning: GRAMMAR! UN-BETAed. YAOI, OOC.

Missunderstanding (Mido-Mura Centric)

Midorima sighed heavily, he walked away with his kindergarten photo on his left hand, and he saw it longingly. There, he wasn't as cold as today. He was learning how to play Piano, beside him, his grandmother nurture him in this area patiently. He remembered that day oh-so-clearly. He's wondering whether his future changed or not if his grandmother still here. "Maybe I'll become a Pianist than a Basket Player."

He sighed again, however, someone slapped his back. "Hey, Midorima, What are you doing here, sighing like an idiot?"

"O-Ootsubo-Senpai…Ohayou," He greet him stiffly. He was surprised, his captain hardly greet him so casually.

"Ohayou indeed. What are you doing anyway today?" The Shuutoku's Captain asked him.

Midorima adjusted his glasses nervously. "Window shopping."

"Oh? What for?" Ootsubo raised his eyebrow.

"Nothing important, Senpai," Midorima answered him again.

Ootsubo watch him, he's sometime annoyed by his Junior cockiness and how selfish he can be, but since what he said was true, he wouldn't pry more. "Sure, fine, I'll accompany you."

"No need, Senpai…I can—"

"I said I will, and I'd do that. Now lead the way, Midorima. Don't make me give you laps for crossing me three times," Ootsubo gave him stern face.

Midorima just nodded at him as he walked to the nearest shopping district.

Beside Akashi, he only bow to Ootsubo. Hell, even he sometimes daring enough to cross Akashi. But to Ootsubo? He doesn't know why, but he had bigger respect toward him than any other. At first he though that this as a crush, but after some time, he finally know that he see Ootsubo as a hero-figure. His adult way, calm yet forceful way somehow made him feel secure.

He walked with Ootsubo beside him, sometime the captain gave his opinion toward a thing or two for the things Midorima's checked.

"All Purple, huh?" Ootsubo said suddenly.

"Hm?" Midorima blinked, and then he glanced at him. "…?"

Ootsubo shook his head. "Nothing, it iss lunch-time already, why don't we go get something to eat after you buy your present?"

Indeed Midorima was hungry; he was forgetting his breakfast again today. "Hn." He walked to the cashier wit the thing he wish to buy. He asked them to warp them too. Once he done, he walked back to where Ootsubo were standing at.

"Ah, Good. I know nearest café here," He grabbed his arm and dragged the younger teen, literary. As Midorima was dragged by Ootsubo, he was look around then he stopped in a halt. Ootsubo was pretty surprised. "What is it Mido—" His words stopped there when he saw the dread on Midorima's face. He glanced to the spot his teammate had been staring at. "Yosen player?….oh…." he glanced at Midorima again.

Ootsubo sighed; he knew how hurt it is when you see someone you love with someone else. He had felt it, so he knew how it hurt. He glanced at the two Yosen players again, he shook his head as he saw that purple haired giant put a scarf around His captain neck, when Murasakibara's face came closer to Himuro, Ootsubo hurriedly grabbed Midorima's head and bend them down and put it on his shoulder, he held his head firmly.

"Don't look, this will hurt you even more, Midorima."

Midorima only felt silent. He cannot cry of course.

"Let's just get our lunch." Ootsubo hurriedly drag him away, jogged a little.

The green haired tsundere squint his eyes in order to hold his tears again. He shook his head, and trying not to over thinking things. Once the two of them inside the family café, Ootsubo told him to sit and wait for the waiter to come and gave them the menu.

Ootsubo ordered two cup of coffee and katsu-don for the two of them. Ootsubo sighed heavily as he saw how down Midorima now, and its pain him even more than seeing him happy for that Murasakibara. "Midorima—"

"No, Captain…don't," Midorima answered him evenly, however, Ootsubo could hear the cracked voice of his. "I'm alright."

"No you don't. You need to—"

"I know, Senpai…" unlike the usual clipped-stiff tone, he answered him softly.

Then the awkward silence came. The two of them just sat there and 'trying' to enjoy the silence. Once their food came, those two start eating their meal.

'Ittadakimasu' they murmured together, and (trying) enjoy their meal again.

Meanwhile…

Murasakibara smiled happily as he got out of the store. "Murochin, I'm hungry~"

Himuro gave him his usual kind smile. "What do you want to eat today, Atsushi? My treat."

"Uhm…can we get ice cream?" Murasakibara answered him happily.

Himuro chuckled warmly at him as he shook his head. "No can do, Atsushi. You don't want to get sick again, do you?" watching the sour look his junior gave him, he's chuckling again. "Why not eating something else…like pastry? Cake? I know patisserie that is quite good for your taste…"

Right before Himuro could finish his words, Murasakibara was ahead of him already. The dark haired captain chuckled as he heard Murasakibara said, "Then lets go~!"

"Wait for me, Atsushi, you didn't even know the place yet." Himuro jogged slowly behind him. not too long, he smacked on Murasakibara's back. "Itte—, what is it, Atsushi?" He glanced at the purple haired man, then frowned when he saw the dark glare he gave to something. He followed his stare and found….the Shuutoku's captain and the green haired beauty. "Atsu-"

"Lets go Murochin, I want that cake already."

Himuro could hear the stiff, anger tone inside his usual childish one. Himuro just keep silent as he walk beside him. His eyes linger slightly onto the two shuutoku figures inside the family café there. He gasped slightly when he saw tears fell down from Midorima, he hold Murasaki's hand, but the young man wont stop to respond him, he kept walking. Himuro glanced longingly at Midorima and Ootsubo, but decide to keep it down till the right time.

Once they're inside the patisserie and sat down, they ordering an Ice cream and coffee, Himuro ordered strawberry-cremme pie, while Murasakibara orders….lots of sweet that Himuro didn't dare to mention one by one. "Atsushi, I know you're upset, but—"

"Don't Murochin."

Himuro sighed heavily, he knew how upset Murasakibara right now. He was really wishing to put the blame on Midorima for making his junior this angry, but after seeing those tears….he didn't know what to say. "You know, it can be misunderstanding."

"Humm…."

"Atsushi?"

"Yeah?"

"Why don't talk about it later with him?" Himuro said softly as the waiter came with their orders. He smiled at her as thanks then grabbed his cup of coffee and sip it.

"…I don't think there're things to say, Murochin, you see—"

"Atsushi," Himuro cut him, "Do you love him?"

Murasakibara open his mouth, close them, then open it again. "Yes….no…I don't know anymore, Murochin."

"Didn't you bought that for him?" he glanced at the shopping bag near Murasakibara's feet. "You, a person who prefer to spend their money on snacks and sweet, holding yourself to buy them just so you can get enough money to buy that present for him. sure you do love him."

Murasakibara fidget slightly. "But he and that man."

"Murasakibara Atsushi….have you ever see him go lovely dovey with anyone else but you?"

He think back to that annoying short guy, "That annoying short stuff?"

"Are you serious? He's more like his slave."

Murasaki think again. "Ah…right…no, then no."

"Don't you think that maybe he's out to chat with someone who can give him comfort?"

"But Midochin have me, haven't he?"

Himuro smiled at Murasakibara's childish tantrum. "Of course he have you, but that doesn't meant that he have insecurities in telling you his personal problem, Atsushi."

"…but I…I want him to depend on me. And be more open…"

"You can't hope things like that so soon in a relationship, Atsushi. Be patient…and if you don't open your self to him…how can he open himself to anyone? To you?" Himuro smiled warmly at him.

Murasakibara munched his cake in silence. Himure was right, of course. But it was still hurting him…. saw him with anyone else but him.

"Go meet him," at this, Murasakibara's head raised up to see Himuro's eyes. "Meet him after this, ask him about the truth, and give him the present, then you decide what will you do after that, Atsushi…just don't over thinking things that you don't even know half of the story."

Murasakibara bit his fork, thinking. "…Gochisousama. I'll be back Murochin."

Himuro smiled at him and nodded. "Good luck, Atsushi." He watched him ran outside, then he stare at the empty chair, smiles still tugging on his lips, "Time to call Alex then (inserthearthere)….moshimoshi…Alex? It's me, what do you think about a date—"

Murasakibara push the door open with his left hand. He was breathing hard enough. He looked wildly for his green haired tsundere. Once he found him, he walked stiffly; everyone who look his face flinched. He suddenly grabbed Midorima's arm and pull him standing. "Midochin."

Midorima was surprised when someone suddenly pulled him up, he turned his head when he heard his name being called. "Mu—Murasakibara?"

Once the purple haired man saw his wet cheek, he squint his eyes and let him go, he walked to Ootsubo, who was looking him calmly…no doubt that he knew what Murasakibara would do to him. Murasakibara grabbed his collar and punched him right on the face.

"MURASAKIBARA!" Midorima yelled at him in surprised. He was never ever in his life seeing him using hand to beat someone. "Let Go of him!" he pull the young teen away from his captain. The waiter and others watched them curiously. "What's up with you nanodayo?! let go! Gomen captain, I'll pay you back once school start nodayo," he said as he met Ootsubo's eyes. "Come on Murasakibara!"

Right before he could go further because of Midorima dragging him away, he whispered darkly at Ootsubo, "Don't you touch him again."

Ootsubo just sat there, blinked, sighed heavily as those two gone. "Love hurts, indeed." He pull out his wallet and then put the amount he owe the store and put it on the table, then he went out of the restaurant.

"Oh! Ootsubo!"

The young man turned his head. "Ah, Miyaji, what are you doing here?"

"Just in the vicinity, I saw Midorima dragging that monster away….what happen to your face?!"

Ootsubo sighed; he gave him weak smile, "My idiocy, which is what happened."

"Hm, if you said so, hey, why don't you accompany me to the bookstore? The nwe can have dinner together later!" Miyaji grinned at him.

"A date then," Ootsubo smirked, "I'd love to go on a date with you then," and then he grabbed the smaller blond away.

"Wha-, no-, wait, Ootsubo—!"

Midorima dragged the taller teen to the park, thankfully it was quite, no one was here. He let go of his arm, he frowned at the purple haired man. "What did you think, Murasakibara? No, did you even think back there?"

Murasakibara just kept silent as Midorima continue his rant. He sighed then shook his head as he walked closer and hold Midorima's cheek and then give a soft kiss on his lips. This did silence the green haired male. Murasakibara walked back, his thumbs rubbed each side of Midorima's cheek softly. "Why did you cry? Why did you go with him? Did he make you cry?"

Midorima stared at him, his eyes widen. "What— I don't get it, I met him accidentally this morning, and Senpai decided to accompany me. And no, he didn't make me cry."

"Then why you cry?"

"That because—"

"Because?"

Midorima took a deep breath, "You…"

"Me?"

"I saw you and Himuro-san…."

"….and you're jealous?"

"I'm not. I don't care if you go with him or not, I was just annoyed. You said that you're busy when I asked you yesterday while you're actually with him—"

Murasakibara keep staring at the ranting teen, amused. Suddenly, he hugged the smaller male and kiss the side of his head lovingly. "Silly Midochin."

"Wh-what?! What did I do now nodayo?! You always say that when I did something wrong!"

Murasakibara nuzzled him closely. "No, you did nothing, Midocin, it's just that…ou're so cute when you deny that you're jealous."

"But I am not jealous—!"

"Hai, hai, whatever you say, Midochin, I love you too~"

"Wait—listen to me, Murasakibara—!"

And Murasakibara keep kissing him in public that afternoon.