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Just Red
"I really think it's magenta!" Momoi broke out in determination as she held two clenched fists in front of her. "Can't you see?"
"Don't be stupid, Satsuki. The hell with magenta. It's neon pink!" Aomine protested, equally determined as he slammed his magazine down the floor.
Midorima rolled his eyes. Somewhere in him was seeping confidence. "It cannot be neon pink, you fool," he spat. "It's obviously fuchsia."
Aomine scoffed. "Can you even spell fuchsia?" He taunted the shooter, which the other replied to with a slightly flushed expression of irate, feeling as though he'd been mocked.
"Of course I can!"
While Aomine and Midorima had their (now daily) quarrels, Kise turned to Momoi and started musing at her. "Hmm, it's probably a mixture between purple and pink!" He said.
"You think so?"
Kise nodded. "What else could it be?"
"Excuse me," one of them, which could only be Kuroko (because Murasakibara was busy eating), finally began. Everyone paused as they listened to what the Phantom Player's say in this was. "I really think Akashi-kun's hair color is red. Just red."
"I agree with Kuro-chin," Murasakibara said in between munches.
"It wouldn't make much sense if Akashi-kun's hair was anything but red," Kuroko stated. "After all, he is AKA-shi, isn't he?" he added, emphasizing 'Aka' to get his point across. Although, Kuroko did prove his very obvious statement correct, it seems that Aomine just had to disagree. He, too, had his own valid explanation.
"It doesn't follow Tetsu," he said, sounding debate-worthy smart. "You're a perfect example. Look at your hair." The ace pointed at the mop of light-blue on Kuroko's head. "I don't see any traces of black in there, KURO-ko."
Kuroko was left silent and simply sipped on his carton of milk.
Momoi sighed. "Okay. Why don't we just settle with rose red, yeah?"
"And may I ask what this rose red you are referring to is, Satsuki?"
Everyone froze on the spot as they all finally noticed Akashi's presence around their little circle. Momoi swallowed nervously and prayed for her life as she turned back. The feared captain was staring down at her.
"R-rose red? What's rose red? Nothing's rose red!" Momoi trailed off frantically and looked back at the five. "Right, guys?" They nodded instantly, terrified.
"I see... Well, I just came by to inform you all that practice will not be starting until the next thirty minutes. You can go out for the meanwhile, but be back on time," the captain said and retreated back. The moment he did this, everyone was able to breathe more freely. But as soon as Akashi turned back to say one last thing, the guys ended up holding their breaths altogether. "And next time, do not ever discuss about my hair. Got that?"
"UNDERSTOOD!"
"Good."
The harmless question that began with an, "I wonder what Akashi-kun's hair color is," ended with Kise, Aomine, Midorima, Murasakibara, Kuroko, and Momoi vowing never to talk about Akashi's hair ever again.
I apologize for the shortness! Seems that I haven't been creative enough to come up with a theme to follow this time. So you'll have to bear with updates like these for awhile. –insert Ryou apologizing nonstop here–
Regarding Akashi's hair… Okay, I am fully aware that it's (in some shade of) red. But I also once thought (just once!) that it was more of magenta…? (I mean, if I compared it to Kagami's red. My argument is invalid. Pleasedonthurtme) And so this chapter was born.