... Well, for those of you who don't think this story is utter crap or don't like me at all based on a few things I've said, go ahead and skip my rant and read the story… I don't want you to think I'm yelling at you or angry with you… For those of you who do, stick around and read this next paragraph…
I understand that not all Asians are seriously short. I understand that there are many more people who are more intelligent than me or more beautiful than I could possibly ever hope to me. I understand that, at some points, Midorima or Murasakibara or Akashi or whoever is out of character. I understand all of this. But for those of you who think my comments are 'racist', 'self-absorbed', or even 'factually incorrect' I will tell you that I do have a reason for each and every one of my words. It is statistically proven that MOST Asians are short – I've never said that they all are or that it's genetically impossible for an Asian to be tall. I know that there are people who are much greater than me, could actually do something with the world while I am sitting at home and typing stories for others entertainment – but do you see that phase me? I am an individual who actually loves herself for who she is, try being proud of me instead of trying to bring me down. I couldn't care less if you thought I was some obese American girl who sat at the computer with a Big Mac and large slushy typing these stories because I'm romantically deprived – cause let me tell you that I am most certainly not. First off, I despise McDonalds' foods, especially the Big Mac, and I'm only slightly overweight because of the amount of muscle I have. Second, I have issues in romance only because nobody I actually like more than a friend likes me back that way. Hell, I don't have anyone I like enough to hope that they would – I couldn't care less if someone liked me in that way, if they do they can get over it if not then all the better for me without having to awkwardly reject them. And the characters are only out of character if I believe that the situation calls for it. There are many authors who think the same way as me (hell, I'm reading a Kingdom Hearts fanfic and the only characters that are in character are Axel, Roxas, Sora, and Cloud… with a few moments for Hayner but not that many… but it's still a kickass fanfiction) so those of you who do, probably understand this feeling of needing to get the characters to act appropriately towards a certain situation. So I apologize to those of you who are pissed off at me because of these things – I never meant to sound racist, I'm a narcissist, and I'm a young writer – but life moves on… Don't waste your time reviewing if you're just gonna insult me, I find most insults entertaining actually. Though this recent one made me shorten my already short fuse. I'm normally pretty calm and I can take insults like they're candy, my anger is pretty hard to invoke. There were only a few things that I knew could anger me before this review, this one is completely new to me. I can take an insult to my intelligence – I know I'm not the smartest person out there and there's a lot of things for me to learn – my drawing abilities – I hate my artwork most of the time anyways and I couldn't care less what you see in the picture if it differs from what I see – my looks – I know that I'm not that pretty even though I'm constantly being complimented on my looks, besides it's the same as my artwork… if you see something I don't, I don't care, go on your merry little way knowing that I have a flaw, we all do – or even the way I talk – I know I have a country accent and a cottonmouth that causes me to slur some of my words… It's not my fault I grew up with a mom that had a country accent nor is my body completely under my control… I also know I have issues getting a speech out of my head or an explanation because I can't plan the whole thing out, I forget the first half once I've planned the second half – but if you insult my 'awesome' levels, I get seriously pissed off… Maybe that's what I'm a narcissist about, I don't know, but it doesn't really insult me nor does it make me depressed or make me stop thinking that I am, indeed, awesome… I will continue to think I'm awesome, if you hate narcissists or you just think I should go die in a ditch, go ahead and complain all you want – I really don't care nor do I want to read your ridiculous complaints.
Aside from that, if you want to insult me and not inconvenience others by having them skip over this whole annoying 'authors note', log in first. Then I could tell you directly that your complaint was unneeded. It would be doing us all a favor. Got it?
Anyways, on with the story.
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Teru stared up at the prestigious school – it looked every bit the rich school it claimed to be. In fact, it looked nothing like a school at all. Almost like a larger and whiter version of a Disney movie castle. Except, it was an all-male school so it didn't make sense why it looked like a castle. Probably some sappy story like the Headmasters' daughter wanted a castle to pretend in and, when the daughter was too old for castles and playing princess, he made it an all-male school. Just so he could educate young men into refined business leaders. Teru walked through the gates that were open for student arrivals, noticing that there were a few others who were walking to school though not that many as most others were chauffeured by limos with butlers in the drivers' seat. Teru walked along the side so that she didn't get in the way of the limos. "Ah! Watch out!" was the only warning she got before getting hit in the head with a basketball, falling forward.
Even as he was acting, Kuroko couldn't help but think in the back of his mind that this felt familiar to him. Especially the voice who yelled at him. As far as he knew, the basketball to the back of his head wasn't supposed to happen in the script. Oh well, time for a few changes.
"Are you okay? I didn't hurt you too bad, did I?" Teru let herself be helped up from the ground, dusting her uniform pants off as she ignored the bowing and apologizing male.
"It's alright, I'm not hurt all that bad." A lie as it had brought forth an extreme headache, along with an ache in her knee. The blonde looked up, seeming to realize something, before he stood up straight.
"You're so adorable!" The blonde, previously frantically apologizing, suddenly transformed into some sort of flirty hyperactive thing that started hugging Teru tightly. "Would you go out with me?" The shock on Teru's face was not made up, not even part of the acting.
When Kuroko had read that Kise's part was that of a playboy, he had been expecting the boy to act like he always did towards his fangirls – courteous, prince-like, complimenting them in every sentence – not just start randomly saying that he wanted to date him. Was that even in the script?
"No thank you, please let go of me." With that, Teru disentangled herself from the blonde's hold, brushing off her blazer and flattening any wrinkle that had been made with her hand.
"Awe, but you're so adorable. Please?" The blonde's eyes were begging Teru for it.
"I don't even know your name. Aside from that, we're both guys. No means no." Kuroko was confused – what part of the script were they following? As far as he knew, this scene was not anywhere where he had memorized his parts. The blonde looked shocked for a moment.
"I never told you my name?" At Teru's headshake, the blonde grinned with a slightly guilty look on his face before making a bow with a flourish. "My name is Kichi Ryou, son of the Kichi family and the Masume family. Heir to the Masume corporation. Your name?" Teru stared at the bowing blonde. Did his introduction really need to be that long?
"Kuroko Teru… ma." The blonde looked at her as if expecting more of a detailed explanation. Teru rolled her eyes. "Orphan. Got here on a scholarship. Anything else you're wanting to know?" Teru raised an eyebrow at the blonde, almost mocking him. Kichi pouted.
"I'm not used to such a short introduction." He mumbled defensively, before grabbing hold of Teru's elbow in one of his hands, forcing the shorter girl to walk alongside him at his pace. "What's your homeroom?"
Teru looked down at the piece of paper that had been forgotten in her hand. "It says classroom one A." Kichi turned to her excitedly but also with a hint of surprise.
"You really did get here on a scholarship. That classroom is for the mentally gifted. There's only a few of us but it's pretty cozy that way."
"Us?" Teru raised her eyebrow again – she didn't miss that word.
"Yup! Bet you didn't think I was in there too, did ya?" Kichi winked at Teru flirtatiously, almost jokingly, before dragging her towards the doors. "Hey, do you wanna go off campus after school so I can apologize for my rude greeting?"
Teru's reply was immediate, "Only if you buy me a vanilla milkshake." Which caused Kichi to sweatdrop, wondering why it was so important that the milkshake was vanilla in the first place.
"Cut! Good work today, go home, and go to sleep." The director said in a list type of way through a mega phone, towards the two who were basically right out the door to the school with the basketball that was forgotten on the ground quite a few paces behind the camera crew, having been stepped over as they stuck with the two throughout their whole conversation.
Kuroko's eyes automatically focused on Kise, having been drawn over to the director's voice, and he asked a question almost immediately. "Why was a basketball thrown at me?" Kise started guiltily looking around, trying to find something to focus his eyes on so that he didn't see the hard gaze of Kuroko's.
"I'm sorry, Kuroko-cchi! I didn't mean to!" Kise started when he realized he couldn't find the place, tears showing themselves in the corner of his eyes as he launched himself at the smaller male, hugging him in apology. "Stupid Aomine-cchi made me do it!" He wailed into Kuroko's shoulder, Kuroko's eyes focusing immediately on the tanned male who seemed more interested in his ear wax than in the two though Kuroko could see the nervousness in the ganguro's posture.
"Aomine-kun, why was a basketball thrown at me?" He maintained the distance between the two as Kise continued to cling to him.
"Well, you can blame Kise for that." Aomine shrugged the question off, looking away from that now annoyed expression the bluenette wore.
"I don't care who did it, I want to know why it was thrown at me." Kuroko stated, his usual blank voice showing no change with the change of emotion.
"Daiki had thrown the basketball at Ryouta, expecting it to hit the idiot's head no doubt from the angle it was thrown, and Ryouta had hit it away in his panic to avoid getting hit by it. Which caused it to fly in your direction, Te." Akashi explained all of this even as he continued to read the script, memorizing the lines with no difficulty. He was sitting upon the table that was usually used if someone brought snacks to share with everyone; his feet propped up using one of the chairs that had been in the classroom set. Kuroko had a feeling that Akashi had Murasakibara move them for him. Midorima was also reading the script, his eyes looking completely amused at some of the hilarity the script writer wanted them to play out – most likely for her own fantasies. Kuroko couldn't help but shudder slightly at the thought of the – now thought to be completely creepy and mentally damaged – script writer. Murasakibara was eating his snacks, along with the snacks he was offered by anyone else, with a happy expression, while sitting and leaning against the wall of the gate that surrounded the 'school'.
"Ah." Kuroko nodded his acceptance of the story, though kind of wondering why Aomine had thrown the basketball at Kise in the first place. Not that he'd ever know that Kise had been bragging about being the first one to be seen with 'his Kuroko-cchi' to everyone else, mostly to Aomine, causing the basketball to be thrown out of annoyance. He'd most definitely never know that Aomine had brought the basketball with the thoughts of inviting him to a one-on-one match because Aomine had decided against it. Poor Kuroko never knows anything.
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Yep, poor poor Kuroko… I wanna hug him out of guilt but then I'd probably be losing a few readers due to the story suddenly changing and Kuroko knowing everything that was said to him instead of being blissfully ignorant…
By the way, I'm running out of ideas for this story… I only forced myself to finish this so soon after the last two chapters because of my anger and my rant… So I'm looking for ideas in the most simple things and I find that funny fanfiction make me think… ^.^' I'm not saying that I steal others' ideas (though I do sometimes incorporate something I may have found too valuable to not use), I just think more when I laugh… So if anyone with an addiction to humorous Kingdom Hearts fanfiction (currently on a KH hype) has a suggestion, I'm more than willing to take it… Please and thank you!
Love you as always
Nightmare