SailorStar9: Well, Chapter 5 is up, this is Chapter 6 of this fic. (Sighs) Guys and girls, is it too hard for you to leave a review, instead of just putting this fic up on your favorited list and story alerts?

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Chapter 6: Let's Go

"Oh?" Kise looked down from the stands and onto the court. "I'm late again and they're losing again. Midorimacchi?" he spotted his former teammate.

"Kise?" the green-haired shooter gaped. "How did you know it was me?" he questioned.

"What are you, stupid?" Kise shrugged. "Those sunglasses are embarrassing. Please take them off."

"What?" Midorima echoed.

"What's with that box?" Kise pointed to the jack-in-the-box in Midorima's hand.

"It's today's lucky item, of course." Midorima replied.

"Is that it?" Kise sighed. "You told everyone you didn't want to see the game, but you cam anyway?"

"Don't say that!" Midorima retorted. "I just happened to be in the area."

"Your house isn't anywhere near here." Kise reminded.

"The two of you never change, do you?" an amused voice chuckled. "Ryouta, Midori-gaki."

"Ami-nee-chan!" Kise beamed.

"Senpai." Midorima nodded.

"So," Ami turned to the court. "How's the game going?"

"Nothing special." Midorima replied. "This is ridiculous. Aomine doesn't seem to be here, but they can barely keep up."

"Aominecchi's not here?" Kise echoed. "Well, those two just scored." He added. "They're just getting started."

"Have you forgotten, Ryouta." Ami reminded. "Satsuki is in Touou."

"She is not just a manager." Midorima added. "During middle school, she helped us many times. In other words, if she's your opponent, she becomes exceptionally hard to deal with."

"Momocchi, huh?" Kise mused. "She's known Aominechhi since they were little, hasn't she? Didn't she like Kurokocchi? What if she can't play seriously against him?"

"Is that right?" Midorima wondered.

"What?" Kise exclaimed. "You didn't know? It was obvious! She was all over him every day! if you didn't know after seeing that, you must be a monkey!"

"What?" Midorima gaped. "What do you mean, a monkey?"

"Can you two cut it out?" Ami twitched. "And Midori-gaki, I expected youto be the mature one!"

"Well, if that's the case, it's all the means then." Midorima composed himself. "She would never wish for Kuroko to slack off in a game. Her role may be different, but her attitude towards basketball is no different from an athlete's. She would never intentionally lose a basketball game."

"Junpei, you idiot." Ami muttered, Sakurai blocking the Seirin captain from advancing.

"Normally when confronted with play missing from their data, a person cannot handle it." Midorima explained. "However Momoi analyses the data she collects an even reads how her opponents will grow."

"So, he's here, then." Ami noted, seeing Aomine having arrived to the court.

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