The Sun, Moon, and Shadow
Sequel
Author's Note: I was trying to catch up on KuroBasu manga because I'm pitifully behind (just got to Q33. I know. pathetic T_T)
I just couldn't help it. I ended up writing a MidoKuro sequel.
Warning: Angst. Short Mido-POV.
If Aomine was the sun, Kise was the moon.
What an apt description. Midorima exhaled loudly, seated on a chair he'd placed in the balcony.
Well, if Aomine was the sun and Kise was the moon, Midorima himself was merely one of those stars dotting the night sky, brilliant but not nearly enough from what could be seen on earth. And wasn't the earth what mattered anyway? He was just one of those far away celestial bodies that were meaningless. There were other people that played at his level, that lived at his level. He could claim nothing – not specialness, not uniqueness, not even talent or skill.
He simply existed. Somewhere in this vast universe, he shone…like every other star.
Green eyes seemed to shine equally brightly as they gazed at the full moon, filled with an intense emotion that was usually nonexistent, especially at the hospital where he worked as the doctor he'd studied hard to become.
He hated this.
He'd never been competition for them anyway. Aomine was the sun, Kise was the moon.
It was like a chant.
How could someone like him compare? In looks, in physical capability, in terms of closeness to the shadow… He didn't. He couldn't. He'd never been a candidate.
In basketball, is the best way of playing to shoot from afar?
His eyes stung.
No, it's the dunk. It's the technique and its image that makes it the best move!
But that's no good. It's best to make points from the 3-point line. Because every time you score, you get three points.
There had already been such a clear difference laid down between the two of them, him and Kise. Midorima knew he was supposed to be the logical one, the intelligent one, the level-headed one. And Kise just sparkled as always. Even though he would never catch up to Aomine, Kise had that quality in him that was able to attract people with his kind personality. The moodmaker of the Generation of Miracles…
You're smart, Midorima-kun. But sometimes, you're so dumb.
It's the simple truth. Sooner or later, I'll prove that to you.
Why had he even bothered? What had he tried to prove?
And, besides, despite his efforts, he'd never succeeded. He'd trained for this reason, trained to beat Kuroko, to show him that it was possible for logic to win.
But when it came down to it, could logic ever win against emotion? He'd proved exactly the opposite. He couldn't possibly play with that logic.
Kise loved dunks. His favorite move…
Midorima would never be that way in Kuroko's eyes.
A tear slid down his cheek to his shock. What was this?
Ah, fate…It hurt.
Why couldn't he be like Kise? Why couldn't he be like Aomine?
Why couldn't he have had the chance?
He had tried so hard to keep the Aquarius away from him. It was never meant to be. But fate was not always as kind to him.
It was downright cruel sometimes.
The shadow was happy with the moon. The gentle, peaceful, beautiful moon.
His world was controlled by logic. Reason. Rules.
And Kuroko was the one anomaly.
Midorima wanted to understand. Why was this happening to him? He couldn't comprehend why he'd continued basketball, other than the fact that he thought he'd liked it…
When really, what he truly liked was the idea of getting the chance to play against Kuroko again.
He wasn't a light. Midorima would never be one. Couldn't be one.
Scrupulously, painstakingly, he'd followed the rules of fate. He had done everything he possibly could. But Kuroko was never meant to be a part of his world.
It was as ridiculous as a moth that was attracted to a flame.
Only pain.
Another tear trickled down his cheek. Shaking, taped fingers reached up to touch the wetness as though it was totally foreign to him.
More and more tears…
Suddenly, they were everywhere, streaming down his face.
Why was he crying?
His vision blurred.
Would this mean he'd be reminded of the thing he could never have every time he looked at the moon, at the sun?
And he would hate the stars forever.
If this was love…
Midorima looked up to the sky again, closing his eyes.
He didn't want to feel it. If it was going to be this painful…
He'd rather retreat to that world before Kuroko had ever come into his life and turned everything upside down.
I'm…so…
Lonely…
Author's Note: I just had to write this :( But I'm done now so...
I'll go work on stuff I should be working on...
XD