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The Idiot From Osaka
 

"What's wrong, Shin Chan?" Shūtoku's Point Guard glanced to his friend hunched on the floor, out of the way of the others as he wiped his face with the towel slung around his neck.

Midorima sneered at his daily forecast again, and then up at his teammate with disgust. "A blast from the past will blow your way today. There is no lucky item that can save you. Mild help with come from a rainbow balloon."

Takao stood with his hands on his hips, sweating from the three hour practice he'd actually done while his teammate quaked. Looking down on his friend with a quirked brow, the brunette shrugged. "You're always so suspici-" The door to the gym slammed open and cut the speaker off with a thud. Said rainbow balloon behind the main metal door squashed until it popped, leaving a gut wrenching echo for the Shooting Guard.

In the light of the new opening, a silhouette called out in an airy cry. "Midorima Shintaro?" The other members who had been practicing halted to stare at the interuption.

"Oh no." The green haired male gasped at the very real blast from the past as his team mates whispered amongst themselves over the odd occurance.

"Do you know he-" Once again, Takao was cut off. This time, the green haired boy had sprung to his feet and put up what could be confused as a double armed boxing guard.

Not that much shorter than the Point Guard in height, a female with a black asymmetric cut bound across the space with her arms open wide. "Shin Taaaaan~" Leaping in the air, the slender interruption in Kaijō 's uniform latched on to the Shooting Guard's neck like some kind of demented lima and hummed in delight as she snuggled her face up against his.

"Sh-Shin T-Tan?" Takao repeated with a stutter.

Unclasping the hands from behind his neck, the Shooting Guard cleared his throat and eased the girl down onto her feet with care despite his discomfort. "Get down, Akita."

Steadily placed on solid ground, Akita rubbed the side of her head lazily as her sleeves drooped over her hands. Eye-smile shining up at the taller male, the brunette reached into her oversized cardigan pocket and retrieved her cell phone protected by a rainbow case. "'Captain's almost out of the hospital."

"Akashi was in the hospital?" Takao questioned in awe that anything human would be able to incapacitate the notorious redhead.

Midorima made no effort to humour his peer when he answered, his eyes were still on the female smiling for no good reason. "Not my Captain, hers."

"H-heh?"

Pushing his hair off his face, Midorima turned his nose up. "Why would I care?"

Still looking up with the same docile, closed-eyed expression, Akita twiddled the hem of her cardigan hanging a few inches above her toned knees. "We're throwing a party for her."

"Where?"

"At her house."

Rolling his eyes, Midorima explained flatly. "People don't do that, Akita. You don't take over someone's house to throw them a party."

Puffing her cheeks, yet still not seeming offended in the slightest, the brunette tilted her head in wonder.  "Why do you keep calling me by my surname. You used to call me Haruka."

"No." The taller male bit.

Takao tried to break a gap in the flow of the conversation. "What?"

"I said no, Takao." He snapped before the shorter boy could get any ideas.

Heaving a long breath, the tall female flicked a strand of stray hair out of her face. Finally opening her left eye, the brunette seperated her lips in a grin. "Tetsu said it was fine, and Rin Senpai's just got back from the States, so you'd better turn up like the rest of them."

Midorima recoiled at the odd tone that he'd only ever experience second hand. Most wouldn't have noticed the change between the airhead act and that slight slip in sweetness, but he did. Pushing his glasses up his nose, the Shooting Guard faced away as not to try to appear stand-offish in his want for scowling. "When?"

Giggling, the slim brunette pushed her sleeves up off her hands and flapped her arms like a bird. "This Saturday; two days from now."

"Fine, but I'm not staying long."

Tilting her head in a kind-of nod, Akita spun on her heels and headed for the door she'd come in through. Pausing suddenly, the female peered back over her shoulder. Her hazy squint turned to a dark glower in less than a beat. "If you bring red bean soup, I'll break your fingers." Ignoring the expressions of horror she received from both the Shooting Guard and his team mates, Akita skipped the rest of the way towards the exit.

Once the girl was out of sight, Takao  - and the rest of the boys who had been pretending not to listen in - were filled with nothing but questions regarding the odd experience. "What the Hell was that about?" The Point Guard gawked in disbelief while his eyes remained on where the girl had disappeared.

Taking his spectacles off, Midorima ran his hand over his face and inhaled deeply. "You really don't want to know."

"I really do." The brunette almost flounced as he made his way to the front of the Shooting Guard. "She's cute. Who is she?" Icy irises scanned the taller male in double time, just waiting for a break in concentration.

Popping his glasses back on, Midorima sighed as if he'd heard the year's word star sign forecast. "Teikō's female first string. Jersey #6." Meeting his teammate's line of sight, the taller boy relayed what he knew in his usual stoic fashion. "Power Forward; Akita Haruka."

"She's a basketball pla-Teikō's-a Power Forward? What?" The brunette struggled to compute what he'd been told.

Coughing a brief laugh, Midorima turned his nose up. "They'll be really mad if they find out you didn't know about them."

"Teikō had a female team?" Takao narrowed his brows as he trawled back through the memories of years he spent reading the sports articles. .

"Please don't ask questions like that around them." He looked down on his friend with a serious expression, but pity was clear in his eyes.

"Them?" Quickly looking up, the Point Guard held his hands up at chest height. "There's more like that?"

"No, she's tolerable. They others..." Shading his eyes with his hand, the taller of the pair turned away dramatically. "The others...." Midorima started to tremble at the recollection of the female team. Wiping the sweat from his brow, the taller male felt his stomach cramp up. "Keep your wits about you, Takao. They're dangerous."

"Hey, Midorima," one of the third year's called out as he walked over. "who was that?"

"Teiko's female Power Forward." Takao blurted out before the Shooting Guard had a chance to answer.

Literally knocked back by the comment, the blonde Small Forward twitched. "Ehh~ she's pretty cute."

Making his way over to the group beginning to congregate, the Captain made a note of the obvious which seemed to go right over everybody's head. "She was wearing Kaijo's uniform. Do they even have a girl's team?"

Joining the group, Shūtoku's own Power Forward furrowed his brows. "Was she any good?"

Midorima was quickly growing uncomfortable by the circle of boys asking him questions. "It's the twenty first century; use the internet." With that, the Shooting Guard collected his bag and pushed through the crowd.


 

Student Council President
 

"Aomine Daiki!" The sharp call like a punch to the gut caused the Power Forward to jolt up. Narrowly missing hitting the slender figure standing over him, the tanned male flailed to his side with a groan.

Rubbing his eyes with the back of his forearm as he rolled around on the rough roof top, the addressed growled at the uncalled for presence of the Student Council President. "'The fuck do you want?" Without waiting for an answer, he rolled onto his stomach in an attempt to ignore his interruption.

One hand on her hip as the gentle summer wind blew her skirt, a tall female with her dark grey hair up in a low ponytail pointed as if she was making a serious accusation. "Saturday - Make it free."

"Huh?" He glared back over his shoulder at the uppity girl with magenta eyes.

Slipping the scarlet spectacles up her nose, the female cleared her throat at the sight of the layabout and spoke sternly. "Our Captain will be out of hospital by then, and you will be attending her welcoming party."

"Jesus, woman, leave me be." He grumbled and attempted to get comfortable on his left side, facing away from his annoyance.

"Daiki Kun~" Bending over drastically to become face to face with the boy a year below her, the brunette strained her words. "You-will-attend." She nipped his ear between her thumb and index finger.

"A'ight, a'ight." Swatting the limb away, the Power Forward tutted and wallowed back onto his stomach.

Fixing her blazer, the President turned her nose up in dismay. "I mean it you little brat. You'd better show up."

"Get off my back," Propping himself up on his elbows, the tanned male growled and flapped his hand carelessly. "I'll be there."

"Good. Bring a friend or two."

He side-eyed her before mumbling his response with a defiant pout. "No way."

"Whatever, just make sure you turn up, or else I'm telling on you." She turned around, ready to leave.

Spitting, Aomine flipped onto his back with his hands behind his head. "Screw you. I said I'd be there now leave me alo-" The boy's cursing was cut off by a swift kick to the ribs.

Applying more pressure with the standard black leather shoe, the female put her hip into the attack. Prominent features twisting, the President held up a clenched fist with a growl. "Who do you think you're talking to, you idiot? Aho; Aho-Mine!" She made her way back to the metal ladder leading down onto the main section of the roof. Ignoring the spluttering, the female huffed through her nose. "Please learn how to respect your seniors." Tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, the female gripped the bar of the steps and hopped down, leaving the boy to writhe around choking.


 

Psycho Tsundere

Knocking twice on the door to the boys' changing room, a petite blonde waited in the dark of the hallway for permission to enter. A rough "What?" quickly followed, and the girl opened the barrier to be faced with Kirisaki's male first string.

"Oh, Usagi Chan~" The boy chewing gum  at the back of the group waved happily at the sight of the small girl.

Hands clasped behind her back, Usagi inspected the members watching the now-paused game on the television. "I heard you're overseeing the girl's practice as well. I'm requesting to take Saturday off." She spoke to the shortest brunette who sat closest to the door.

The Captain eyed the girl, and then his team mate who had greeted her warmly before looking back to their interruption. "What for?"

Fiddling with the ends of her hair behind her waist, the blonde explained her situation. "A senior of mine will be released from hospital and I'd like to greet her."

Straight faced, the male Captain mumbled. "Is that really enough of a reason for you to skip out?"

"She's my Captain."

"Ueda's your Captain."

Stiffening as if it was an insult, Usagi stated with a drawn out tone. "Ueda is nothing compared to her."

Quirking his brow, the brunette asked with interest. "Oh, yeah?" A tension built between the pair seemingly thrown into a battle of will. "Do you have a problem with Ueda?"

"In general, or in relation to my Senpai?" Scooping back a lock of the thick golden hair that had fallen in front of her shoulder, the female asked with more attitude than she had planned. Noticing all eyes on her, the slight blonde gave up. She knew that acting modest around those guys wasn't going to get her anywhere. "My Senpai was the Captain of Teikō's female first string."

"Teikō, eh~?" The Captain huffed in half-assed defeat and pressed the play button on the remote. The Captain shifted into a more comfortable position in the wooden seat and waved his hand lazily. "I'm letting you off this once, Saito. I'll count it as you owing me." Replacing his eyes back on the game, the brunette drawled. "Be back for Monday's morning practice."

"Thank you, Hanamiya San." Turning her back on the group unlike any junior, Usagi flung the door shut behind her. Storming out into the darkness of the empty gym, the blonde fumed. "Teikō, eh~?"  She mocked in a voice that sounded nothing like his. Throwing her fists up as if she was preparing to go super Seiyan, the girl rattled. "I'll kick ya ass, you little prick. Who do you think you are? Punk-fuckers always trying to dog me, I'll tear your spleen out with me teeth..." Ripping open the main metal door of the gym, Usagi was met by fresh air and a clear clank of the barrier slamming off the brick wall. "God, I hate this school."


 

Teikō's Wall

Blacked out sunglasses covering her eyes, an Amazonian redhead stretched as she reached the block she'd been looking for. Brushing the fiery mane off her face, the girl who was obviously not pure Japanese shuffled down the well-known path and rung the doorbell. There was no answer. Ah, that was a given really. Kuroko Ojii San was always working abroad and Tetsuya would be at school. Flicking through the multiple links on her keychain, the girl found what she was after and unlocked the latch. Pushing the barrier open, the female was prompted by beeping to dodge around the wooden plank and tap in the alarm pin.

Giving a sigh of relief the code hadn't changed, the redhead threw her mailer bag up on the coat hook. Slipping her ankle booties off and placing them neatly on the shoe rack, the guest shuffled into the sitting room which was just as bare as when she'd last seen it. Glancing at the clock, the female promptly made a u-turn for the stairs and headed up to the second floor, pulling the remainder of her luggage with her.

Pushing open the unlatched door right in front of her with her foot, the redhead entered the messy space. Her feet knocked against a pair of old sneakers and her pale verdant eyes landed on the posters and photographs covering almost all of the wallpaper. Despite the place being a state, the only thing she could smell was deodorant and her friend's spice and vanilla perfume.

Placing her suitcase at the foot of the bed she knew to be a dream, the girl drew the curtains shut. Dropping down on the unmade double bed, the female scanned over the pictures surrounding her. Icons of sports and science alike filled the space sporadically, but the two walls around the bed were coated with personal printouts, booth stickers, and celebratory snapshots. And then there was that one...Along with an alarm clock which had the batteries taken out of it and an empty bottle of isotonic drink, a single photograph in a fancy silver frame stood on the nightstand to blear the past.

It was Teikō after their debut matches. Both the male and female first strings were covered in sweat and smiling with pride. Midorima was on the outskirts pulling the most hilarious face to ever be caught on camera in the midst of giving a speech about childishness while Usagi pulled Kuroko and Akashi close to her sides with peace signs behind their heads. Akita and Momoi were clinging to either of Aomine's shoulders and tormenting him, Narita was Punching Kise in the gut, and she and Murasakibara were in the middle of a game of Janken. The Captains of both teams stood in the centre, the woman's arm around Nijimura's shoulder as she beamed and he looked at her with a comically surprised expression.

They all seemed to get along so well back then. After more than a year of not seeing each other, the bedroom intruder wondered how things would be come Saturday.

Shaking off the unease, the redhead kicked her feet up onto the mattress and snuggled down into the thick duck down quilt. Before she knew it, all those tedious memories had drifted away into the scent of cocoa body lotion and the same-old laundry detergent. Really, there was nothing better than Kami's bed after thinking too much.


 

Posted: 8th March 2014 - 09:48

Updated: 15th March 2016 - 22:53