As i have said many tines before, i am sorry for leaving my previous stories and writing new ones...
Its just the way i roll.
Anyway, i have a plan or each story so stay tuned! I hope you enjoy this one since I made it up off the top of my head... Enjoy!
WARNING: I do not know how they REALLY met, I just made it up... And i juat wanted to say that i got moat of this idea from a doushinji that i read...Hope you still enjoy though..
Akashi.
Seijūrō Akashi.
That's his name.
He was the first person I met when I first joined this school. He wasn't the sort of person that had a soft look about him. He had spiky, pinkish red hair and Bright red eyes. The first time I had met him was when I was aimlessly throwing basketballs in the schools hoop. They never went in, no matter how i tried and even if they managed to bang against the metal ring, the ball would just spin and fall right off again, never even touching the net. Just as I'm about to shoot another ball, knowing it's chosen fate, he comes along.
"You should not be throwing basketballs," he said and I took an offence to that. How would he know what I'm good at? He has never seen me shoot before...
Wait, how long has he been standing there?
And how had he been able to see me?
Most people do not even realise I am in their class, let alone acknowledge me in anyway, shape or form.
"You seem like the type that can't shoot or have an air battle," he continues. The vain in my head pulses at that comment. All of this I know but it pains me when someone else is telling me. I know, I do not need someone else telling me so.
"You seem more like the type to stay on the court and battle, a ground battle if you like," he says, walking away.
So he was still talking?
Anyway, I pushed pass the fact that I was insulted and just decided to go home for the day. I was too tired and too annoyed to actually go home. I walked to my locker, put my books in and took off my indoor shoes and put on my outdoor. It had been exceedingly chilly outside and I was beginning to doubt if my scarf was thick enough. Not intent on staying any longer, I walked out of the school yard and out of the gates, proceeding to go to my favourite food restraunt.
The sky was painted a beautiful pink with touches of red and blue, the sun peeking off at the far horizen. The scene would be perfect if it were not for the fact that it was below 0°c. If I walked faster, maybe I could grab a milkshake and atill have enough time to get on the 963 bus? Nah, I'd need to be very quick to be able to do that, not to mention to be able to multitask. I sigh as I stand, planted to the spot in complete confusion and focus.
Bus, or Milkshake...
Bus, or Milkshake...
Bus, or Milkshake...
Come on Kuroko, choose!
As my mind completely clogs up, refusing to help me solve this problem, I find that someone has walked into me, my face buried into their chest. I look up, my blue eyes big with no hint of shock or annoyance as I see who it is...
It's that person from before.
The person looks down upon me and smiles slightly as he pats me on the head.
Which annoys me quite a great deal.
I find something in me though not to lash out at him while I look at him with unfazed eyes.
"You are the person from before," I said, looking at his expression which changes into a small frown which I do not dishearten at.
"You look cold, and hungry. Let me buy you something," he says and my eyes enlarge at this offer.
First he notices me.
And then he offers me food...
Is he some sort of angel?
"I do not want to intrude," I reply but I am already being dragged towards my favourite restraunt...
Looks like I'll be missing the bus...
In The fast food restraunt...
The person from the court bought me a vanilla Milkshake and I drank it happily. Sure, it is plain but it is my favourite...
So who cares?
"Isn't that a bit plain?" The person for from the court asked and I only looking up from my drink as I lick my lips accordingly.
Can he read my mind?
"But I like the flavour," Is all I said before I continue to drink. A long silence progressed but I didn't mind. The person from the court must have minded though because he said:
"Do you like Basketball?" He asked, eating his chicken sandwich. I stopped drinking my drink and looked up at him.
"I love it,"
He looked shocked, probably because of my bad shooting from earlier but I hope he looks pass that.
"I think you'd be pretty good at it if you could shoot," he says and an instant vain in my head pulses at that insult.
"And if it weren't for the fact that you are a bit slow at dribbling,"
Another vain pulses.
"You'd be a good player!" He suddenly says and I suddenly dont feel so angry. He's right, of I were to perfect those things, I could be a very good Basketball player. I get up, having finished my drink and grab my things. The person from the court looks shocked as he watches me go to the door and I was about to leave.
"Oh! Where are you going?"
"Home," I say simply, pushing the door open. The person from the court comes rushing to my side, his much full of chicken and bread as he eats it. I look up at him.
He looked normal.
But something about him seemed...
Insane.
He looked like the type that if you said the wrong thing, you would have your head bitten off. He looked like the type that if you said anything wrong against you, he'd kill you, no matter who or what you were.
I know that that is a pretty deep deduction from just looking at him but that's what I got from his look.
I was too engrossed with staring at him and his features to notice I had walked into someone.
"Sor-," I was about to apologise when something shocking happened.
The person from the court grabbed the other persons hand and twisted it round, making it stick out in an awkward angle. My eyes enlarged at this and backed away as the person I had bumped into cried out in pain.
"Apologise…" The person from the court warned and the older male gave up, running for his life as he let go of his arm.
"Y-you..." But I decided to leave it be.
I didn't want my arm to look like a demented chicken's.
Just as my bus was about to close its doors, the person from the court smiled.
"What is your name?" I asked, just after the doors closed.
"Sejiūrō Akashi!" He shouted before the bus sped away.
That's the name of my friend...
For now...
This chapter was all mine! I made it up! But the later chapters are bit of the doushinji that I read. It actually might happen quicker than you think...