Hey guys!

Oh, and just to clear things up for you: This is my second fanfic AKASHIXOC (I'm still continuing my other fanfic btw), and for you guys who read my POT story ("Chiyo), the OC is not the same person (though they have the same name), I just like using the name Chiyo. And yeah, that's it.

Disclaimer: I do not own KUROKO NO BASUKE

Enjoy! :D

Chapter 1

There are 4 rules that my mom had taught me in life:

1- Avoid getting into troubles.

2- Always follow rules.

3- Keep a low profile.

4- Keep out/ get as far as possible from boys.

Rule number 1: If and only if- someday, you get into an unfortunate trouble, one that is unavoidable and has already been spilled- run. Make excuses that would somehow justifies what you've done wrong, apologize if needed- no matter whose fault it is, and then run. Don't get in contact with people, and be sure to isolate yourself until it's gone.

Rule number 2: Yep, whether it's a country or a school's rule. Always follow them.

Rule number 3: Avoid troublesome people; examples of troublesome people are those that are considered dangerous or eccentric by others. Troublesome people have the potential to always bring you pains, if forced to encounter such people… let's just avoid them before that happens.

Rule number 4:

"If a boy gets too close- they'll rape you."

"If a boy tries to corner you- they'll kill you."

"If a boy touches you, that means- he's going to rape and then kill you."

For the whole 16 years; I've been living a good, pretty much decent, normal life under the guidance of these rules until- perhaps, now.

I didn't have any friends.

It has been two months. Seventeen minutes. And forty-eight seconds.

Two months. Seventeen minutes. And forty-eight seconds. since I've got accepted into Rakuzan High school.

And yet- I still have no friends.

I fidgeted, hands twirling at the split ends of my hair, nervously trying to distract myself from staring at all the people around me.

Same place.

Same people.

Still strangers.

The chatting continued on and on, sounds of chopstick clicking, and footsteps back and forth against the cold marble surface.

I fidgeted a bit more before finally daring myself to sneak a glance at the person standing behind my back.

T-tall!

I shuddered.

Calm down, chiyo. He doesn't even know who you are, he's just lining up for his food. Yep, food, just like you are.

Inhale, exhale.

You're almost there.

Inhale, exhale.

Just two more line.

Inhale, exhale.

One more.

Inhale, exhale.

I looked down, trying to focus all my attention on my empty tray.

"Miss."

Inhale, exhale.

"Miss"

"Oi" I snapped, eyes widening in absolute terror as I sneaked a peek at the tall guy behind me, eyes roaming on his tummy for a second, before settling back, down on my feet. "Your turn" His voice was deep.

Scary!

"U-un." I shyly looked up to the kind lady in front of me, her eyes twinkling in amusement at the sight of me trembling like a new born lamb.

"Would you like a ribs soup or a tomato soup?"

I hate tomatoes.

"Err… Mmm.. R-ribs, please."

"You're quite lucky, miss. It's the last ribs soup."

I was about to smile in response, when-

"Hah?! Last? Old lady, no way am I going to eat your veggie soup!"

I could feel my palms dampening at the dark pressure looming from above. I gulped, eyes glancing timidly at the person behind me, at his chest (because I'm not brave enough to look into his eyes), before turning back to look at the kitchen lady.

She smiled, seemingly used to the muscly guy's antics. "Well, this girl gets the last one."

I squeezed my skirt's fabric, desperately trying to calm my nerves down.

Breathe, Chiyo. Breathe!

Inhale, exhale.

Inhale, exhale.

"Hey, you."

He's mad! He's talking to me! He's going to kill me! With chains and bulldozers and all that!

"I-I'll have the t-tomato soup!" I squeaked.

I wanted to cry. No- I think I'm already crying by now, or at least- on verge of crying.

"Are you sure?" I nodded, trying to convince her that I, in fact, like tomatoes just as much as I like ribs and that they both are okay with me (in a trembling, stuttering-mess way of talking).

I scurried the second the lady handed me my soup.

Now that I think about it- I'm pretty sure the cafeteria lady now thinks that I'm an arrogant person for not even saying 'thank you' for helping me (although I did say it in my head). I'm so rude!

Sigh.

I stirred my soup for the probably-the-tenth-times now, sighing again as I did so. Even the mere smell of it is enough to makes me feel sick in the stomach.

I don't like wasting food. But if it's tomatoes- then, I'll have no choice but to waste it.

Don't get me wrong though, it's not like I've never tried to make myself like it- or at least tolerate tomatoes, it's just that I've never even once succeeded in it- the last time I tried gulping down an entire bowl of tomato soup, just cause my teacher wanted me to do so- I ended up puking it all out all over my seat-mate.

They called me 'puke-head' since then.

So, yeah, I really don't feel like repeating what happened in my 6th grade, and crowning myself with a nickname that has words like 'puke' and 'vomit' in it is not exactly my cup of green tea.

Sir. Pukesalot

Barfy

Pukeoid

Puke-baldy...

Now that I think about it, elementary kids are scarily creative (in so many bad ways).

I put down my spoon; finally realizing that perhaps stirring it would not do anything to make lessen of the content- and stood up.

"Ah! The soup girl!"

It was some kind of a reflex, a stupid one; just like any other equally stupid habits of mine.

I tripped.

I didn't mean to. I really didn't mean to do it. But his voice was so loud and I was so traumatized by him, the ribs-soup-lover muscly guy, that I just couldn't help myself but to trip at the sound of him calling me.

So yeah, like I said earlier, I tripped. And no, it didn't just stop there.

Let me explain what just happened in a kind of slow motion, full of details story.

I tripped while still holding onto my tray. But yeah, I guess being a super duper regular, normal looking human being I am, I couldn't prevent my red soup from spilling, and yeah- uhh, soaking the equally red colored guy in front of me.

But hey, his hair is just as red as the soup!

...I think I might have tripped and spilled my tomato soup on Akashi Seijuro.

No scratch that.

I had just dumped my soup on Akashi Seijuro.

THE Akashi Seijuro.

I paled.

It was silent.

Pin drop silence; the kind of silence that you would only hear in a nearing-death kind of moment.

I sneaked a glance around, trying to find a way- some way to just make it right.

Because as clueless/friendless/unsociable as I am, even I know that Akashi Seijuro is not someone who you can just mess with. In fact- he's probably the number one person who you should and could not mess with, intentional or not.

I looked around at the faces of his friends (his basketball group)- trying to find someone or something that would somehow help me out of this horrible situation, and pretty much met with the same faces that I have on my mind; aghast (and some pity)- with wide eyes and mouth hanging open as if in trance.

I thank all the Gods in the universe that the guy I just dumped my soup on has not made even the tiniest move to turn around or stand up from his seat.

I paled even more, lips trembling at the sudden drop of temperature.

"I-I…I'm s-sorry!" I bowed; my whole body shaking in absolute terror at the still silent figure in front of me.

"I-I"

Come 'on Chiyo! Think of something! Anything!

If and only if- someday, you get into an unfortunate trouble, one that is unavoidable and has already been spilled- make excuses!

Excuses!

"I-I…" Your friend surprised me.

No, Chiyo, think of something more flattering!

I'm clumsy.

I don't like tomato.

Your hair is like tomato.

Flattering

My-

Flattering!

My soup-

Quick! just say whatever!

"My soup likes you!"

…

…

…

Uh-oh, that doesn't sound right.

That really doesn't sound right.

Now he'll think that I'm mocking him!

At the end of my sentence, everyone was pretty much gaping, and staring at me like I'm some kind of an exotic creature that just popped out of nowhere.

I panicked.

"I-I"

Just make up an excuse, Chiyo! Anything!

"I- like you!"

...Well, except that.

More silence.

And Akashi still has not made a move yet.

This is bad.

"Err- No! It's… Ummm, I-I"

I'm dead.

"M-my soup d-doesn't like you…?" it came out more like a question than an excuse, and at that point- I wanted nothing more than to cry, go back home, and maybe- cry some more.

My eyes sting, and I felt like all I wanted to do is to just end this- whatever this is.

So I did what I always do the best.

I ran.

Well, on the bright side- Akashi still hasn't seen my face yet, so… I'm not dead? Right?

Even I think that that sounds too good to be true.

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The rest of my day went in a blur.

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