Chatroom: Generation of Miracles
4:37 p.m. 31st January
HandsomeCopycat is typing…
NotGanguro: Yes, we remember.
BubbleGum: I'm already getting ready
YourEmperor: 6 p.m. in front of OP Building
GodDisposes: Formal attire
SnackchinsLover: We know you're excited Ki-chin
HandsomeCopycat: at least let me type out and say what I want; you guys don't need to do this to me
YourEmperor: We already know so there is no need Ryouta
HandsomeCopycat: MEANIE! /(/ w TT)
Chatroom: Generation of Miracles
6:00 p.m. 31st January
BubbleGum is typing…
HandsomeCopycat: I'm already here!
BubbleGum: I'm dragging Ahomine, he's not even trying! Jeans and button-ups! Seriously, that idiot.
GodDisposes: How idiotic, that is casual wear. Idiots will forever be idiots.
SnackchinsLover: Poor Momo-chin, Mine-chin can't do anything without Momo-chin
YourEmperor: Please grow up Daiki.
HandsomeCopycat: I'm being ignored ; ;
Chatroom: Generation of Miracles
6:13 p.m. 31st January
HandsomeCopycat is typing…
BubbleGum: Sorry Ki-chan, we'll probably arrive there in another 10 minutes
SnackchinsLover: I'm buying some snacks first
HandsomeCopycat: Let me say what I want to say first before answering!
It was almost half past six and they were now only waiting for a certain pink-haired and ganguro to arrive. Kise keeps on glancing at his watch while Murasakibara was again stuffing his mouth with snacks and Midorima was reading a book. Akashi had his phone in his hand, apparently handling some work problems that had just occurred and had to be solved swiftly; thankfully his presence was not needed personally.
"By the way, I just noticed this but where is your lucky item for today Midroimacchi?"
"….I'm wearing it."
"The suit?"
"No, the rose."
Silence.
"Well at least it is nothing strange for the occasion." Kise deadpanned.
"Sorry, we're late!" Momoi said while climbing out of the taxi with Aomine and Akashi put his phone away.
"No, you're just in time." Akashi said, taking command easily and the others followed suit as he strode towards the entrance of the building.
They head towards the specific hall that was written on the ticket and at the front door of the hall, a young man with black hair covering his right eye and a beauty mark under his left eye was standing there, asking for tickets before allowing entrance to the persons. "Hello, the main person of the event has not arrived yet but you can enjoy the buffet first while waiting. He will be mingling among the guest upon arrival, if you're lucky you might be able to talk to him." The man said politely while checking their tickets. "Hope you will enjoy your time."
Kise, Akashi and Momoi smiled in their own way politely though Akashi's smile was barely visible. Midorima merely nodded in acknowledgement.
"Hey, who's the publisher again? They are the ones holding this party right?"
"Hmm? That'll be the Sixth. Though I heard that the publisher company also belongs to the author or at least related to him? Since they only publish Vokuun-sensei's work." Momoi informed automatically.
"He's rather mysterious isn't he?" Akashi chuckled.
Meanwhile, Murasakibara upon seeing the snack table had already separated himself with the rest of the group and began filling up a plate when he noticed that the plate was not big enough to fill some of everything…even if he takes two plates! "Ano…" Murasakibara saw a tall red-head serving some more dishes and refilling some the food at the table.
The red-head seems to notice Murasakibara was calling for him and looked up to the purple-haired. "What? You wanna complain about the dish?" The way he said it was slightly hostile but Murasakibara noticed something else.
"Uwaa~ your eyebrows are really weird." The purple-haired giant pointed out, looking like a child that had just taken interest in something new.
The chef felt his vein twitched in irritation. "Oi, what are you–"
"Relax Taiga-chan~ Don't get into a fight with one of the guest. It'll be bad for Tecchan's name you know." A black-haired teen with silver eyes suddenly appeared and patted Kagami's head cheerfully.
"Takao?" The one called Takao turned his head to see someone he knew quite well, especially during his high school year.
"Ah! Shin-chan!" Takao pointed at a green-haired male that was walking towards them along with the others. "What are you doing here?"
Midorima again did his signature pushing glasses up action. "Same as you and everyone else; to see the famous unknown author."
"Ooh, well I am not here to see the author though since I am the editor of the publisher Vokuun use." Takao chirped and waved at the other Generation of Miracles. "Hello, it has been so long, eh?"
"Huh? Do you know these guys Takao?" Kagami asked, looking at each and everyone of the Generation of Miracles.
The editor nodded. "Yup, I used to play basketball with Shin-chan in high school and the others are all equally crazy opponents. They're called the Generation of Miracles because their basketball skill is insane."
"Really? Wow, now I am just itching to play against them."
"Ah, that reminds me. Shou-chan was looking for you."
"He was? What ever for?" Asked Kagami in confusion.
"Who knows?" Takao answered back with a question cheerfully. "Well, see you later." He waved away at the Generation of Miracles as he walked away with Kagami.
A few minutes of silence.
"That was certainly unexpected." Akashi said. The others agreed and Murasakibara shrugged, continuing with his food 'tasting' session at the buffet table.
They chose to simply sit down at a table though Akashi had strayed from the group, taking this chance to meet new people. Who knows if he might be able to make some useful connections here?
A little time passed and then Takao appeared again, standing at the front of the hall on a raised podium with a mic in hand. "Welcome to this event. Although it is called book signing event, it was planned without Saan Hind Vokuun-sensei's knowledge. Ahaha, we wanted to surprise him for his birthday today. He could see the people that are truly enthusiastic about his work, isn't that great? Even though there are not a lot of people given the chance since we don't want to overwhem him. He is a rather secluded person. Anyways...HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" Takao yelled and someone else suddenly appeared on stage next to Takao.
"Thank you, Kazunari-kun."
"Where did he appear from?"
"Woah, he's like a ghost."
"What is with that ridiculous mask?"
The author was indeed wearing a mask. A mask that seems appropriate to be worn during a masquerade ball rather than to a signing event.
"He...has a rather little presence doesn't he?" Momoi remarked, taking in the author's appearance. Slightly below average height of a Japanese male, black hair and porcelain, alabaster skin tone.
"I suppose there are possibilities that other people than Tetsuya and Chihiro has little presnce." Akashi said though his gaze was sharply trained on the author whi had taken the mic from Takao and now faced the crowd.
"Welcome." They, the Generation of Miracles, had been hoping to hear that monotonous tone. "I thank you for coming to this event." The way the author speaks was accented with the western accent. "I am sorry for wearing this mask, I don't intend to reveal my face until a matter has been resolved." He bowed for a moment. "I, have a poem I wish to recite. It was prepared in haste as you I was not informed of this event early on so please excuse if it is not up to your expectations."
He closed his eyes and takes a deep breath before he began reciting in a hollow, soulless voice.
Elation, sadness, anger, hope
I once held them dear
In my heart
•••
Do you know? I can't find enjoyment
Even in vanilla
I wonder
Am I broken or worse?
Am I shattered?
•••
I wish you had thrown me away
It is a luxury for the toyed ones
Yet,
That luxury I was not given
Forgotten to even be thrown away
•••
This person, this human
Became a doll
Unlike Pandora's Box
Not even hope remains
Ba-thump. Ba-thump. Ba-thump.
He opened his eyes again and bowed before handing back the mic to Takao and left the stage, leaving the audiences stunned with the loneliness that resonated from the poem.
"Etto, Te- ano, Vokuun has always been a bit mysterious like that. Well, enjoy the party everyone! We will open a small booth after we can force some dinner down his throat for those who wanted to get his signature and meet him. Jaaa~" Takao made a salutation gesture and left the stage with a wide smile.
"...Satsuki, I want all information you can find on that author before he appears for signing session." Akashi immediately instructed.
"On it." Momoi pulled out her tablet from her handbag and begin with her intense searching and gathering intel.
Midorima looked at Akashi. "You..."
"Why did you ask for Satsuki to look for information about him Akashi?" Whatever Midorima had wanted to say was cut off by Aomine's abrupt question.
"It's just a feeling but..." Akashi remained silent.
"Eh? Do you mean that...Kurokocchi?" Kise's eyes widened. "But he has black hair!"
Midorima sighed and stood up from his seat. "I'm going to get a drink, I'll drag Takao here if I stumble upon him."
Kise and Aomine sweatdropped, thinking in perfect synchronisation. 'Why can't you just say you're going to look for him?"
But before Midorima had taken even five steps away from their table he bumped against someone's shoulder.
"Hn? Oh, Shintarou." At the sound of the familiar voice, all the colourful hair colour bunch turned their head in an instant.
...welp, I got kinda excited writing this chapter. Hope you guys enjoy this, I am still surprised by the response I have gotten from Chapter 1. Thank you for the support everyone! Ah, also if you want to read small stories or scenes you can follow my fan IG acc (new acc) and (old acc) I like to write story captions. Ahahaha at the start I purposely made the GoM chatroom thingy for fun, purely for my own enjoyment.
P.s. I am torn whether this should be about friendship or romance but most probably I will write a Doll: Alternative for a romance storyline or friendship.