Recap:

"We can win as a team, Kagami-kun." Kagami halted. The placid teen stared at the redhead with resolve swimming deep in his oceanic eyes as he said, "if I am put back in the game and evolve my pass, we can win as a team."

"Really?" asked Kagami. Removing his clutch on the phantom man as he took in his words.

Meanwhile, Izanami ― who has been watching the two's antics amusedly, piped up with a smug smirk. "About that," Pompously, she flipped her hair over her shoulder as her body oozes with confidence, "I've an idea."

Kagami and Kuroko both exchanged wary glances, before looking at their manager who has poised into a lofty fashion― arms crossed boldly with puffed out chest.

Somehow, when it was Izanami who had proposed the idea, it all sounded so unconvincing. No offense intended. It was just how they felt. She has brain, that much Kagami and Kuroko admit. But most of the time she just used her ingeniousness at the wrong place. So now, they learned better than to expect anything decent from their manager.

They just hoped she wasn't fooling around this time, because the team seriously needed the help. Now.

Third Person's POV

-Interhigh Preliminary Finals (Interval break before the fourth quarter)-

"Listen, Kagami-kun. You only have two chances left. If you use up the last of it, you won't be able to jump anymore, much less of stopping Midorima. You hear me?"

"Osu."

As a coach, Riko has always carried out her duty efficiently and proficiently by giving advice to the team. Pointing them in the right direction, and leading them down the path towards victory. Supporting the members from behind-the-scenes in whichever ways she could. This time was without exception, too. Sternly, the brunette calmly analyzed the situation with Kagami. The redhead has to be aware of the limit of his own ability. No matter how passionate or desirous Kagami wanted to win, his body and health took foremost priority. What meaning was there if he ends up retire due to an irrecoverable injury caused by negligence and recklessness?

Previously, against one of the Generation of Miracles― Midorima Shintarō, Kagami had gone all out with his consecutive high jumps. His abnormal and monstrous jumping power was what could be considered as the redhead's greatest asset as a basketball player, as well as his greatest 'weapon'. However, no matter how powerful it seemed, it wasn't invincible.

In a glance, both teams seemed to engage in strategic meeting. Touching up or summarizing their final plan for the respective team. Or for some players, they'd be dehydrating themselves by downing sports drink or mineral water. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary between them, at least not yet in Kise's eyes as he stayed seated in the audience stands while munching away fistful of popcorn. Already feeling restless at the growing suspense on the courts.

As Kise continued wolfing down the jumbo sized popcorn, he swept his gaze across the court before stopping at Seirin's side. His line of view naturally drawn to a nest of ashen haired.

His hand froze, and buried in the swarm of snacks.

The copycat sweat-dropped as he watched the girl huddled herself up into a ball of dark energy. 'Just what is she doing, exactly...?'

"And how long are you going to keep sulking in a corner, Izanami!?" Riko bellowed in exasperation.

Izanami sniffed. Her crouch and petite form made her all the more pathetic and pitiable. Adding in the dark cloud hovering above her with drizzle as the background; there you have an Izanami-in-depressed-mode.

Who has begun drawing imaginary circles on the floor as she broods away.

"T-That's b-because... *sniff* Y'all shot down my brilliant idea without even a hesitation!" The manager blubbered. Streaks of crocodile's tears streaming profusely down from her swollen eyes, "It hurts― my pride hurts!"

"It's not like you had any pride left to begin with..." Kagami muttered grudgingly. He thought no one would be able to hear his mumble, at least not from the gray head. Since they were quite far away from each other...

Curse her unusual's keen hearing at such a timing.

Without warning, an uppercut was performed on the redhead out of nowhere. Before he realized the bleak situation he was in, Kagami was already flying in midair and having flashbacks from his past. Despite her short stature and frail muscle, who knew her punches could be so lethal!?

Kagami swore, he would pay that sly hyena back for all the violence she'd pulled on him. With interest included.

Everyone watched the one-sided slaughter of their ace with sympathy. As for why no one bothered to step in and help the poor man― simply because there's nothing they could do to intervene.

No man on this earth is foolish enough to jump into a scuffle, only to get themselves killed in the process.

Kuroko scratched his cheek. He might not have noticed it himself, but out of all the members on Seirin, he's well-known as a man with delicacy. Especially when it comes to handling girls. So it wasn't surprising to see those pleading eyes from his peers and seniors grilling on him. Imploringly egging him on to mollify their bipolar manager before they waste anymore time on triviality like this.

And, being an observant man he is, Kuroko got their intentions loud and clear even without them putting their thoughts into words.

However, before the bluenette could take control of the situation, Kagami had jumped into the fray. To Kuroko's chagrin, the redhead went ahead and riled the ashen-haired even further.

"That's because your so-called strategies all fall under criminal acts, idiot!" berated Kagami. His frustration only grew as he remembered her plans were all nothing but foul plays that'd surely guarantee the team's disqualification in the tournament instantly.

Heck. Their team might as well get blacklisted and banned in all of Japan's tournaments if they'd let the eccentric girl proceed her plan. That was why all her so called 'ultimate strategies' were shot down in an instant. Case closed.

Izanami was quick to recover from her depression, as she rose to her feet to refute Kagami head-on. "Fool! They weren't severe enough to put me behind bars, alright? A suspension... maybe." She wavered at the end.

Heh. So you knew your plans are up to no good, yet still suggest them anyhow?― were what everyone thought. but they managed to hold back from landing a punchline there. There were stuff that weren't meant to say it out loud. For relationship maintenance purposes.

Riko coughed into her fist. A baleful shadow casting over her eyes as she said coldly, "Poisoning their foods and beverage are considered criminal offense, Nami-chan."

"Well... that's―"

"So is sneaking pins into their shoes." Hyūga spoke next as he adjusted his glasses. Clearly unimpressed by the girl's underhanded antics.

"Ugh..." Izanami groaned. At the mercy of their demonic coach and Satanic captain, there was just no way of talking out of this now, could she?

It was a bad move from her. Really. She didn't mean to fool around when she'd suggested those ideas earlier. The ashen-haired doesn't bear any ill-will when she had come up with those plans either. She honestly wanted to help and contribute to the team as a member of the Seirin Basketball club. Even more so when her comrades were now in a pinch.

Yet, how did it ended up like this?

As Izanami's presence was slowly fading away under the harsh scrutiny of the two most intimidating upperclassman, Koga piped in with a troubled expression on his face. "I can sort of understand where Nami-chan's plans came from. Except for the last one... and I still couldn't figure it out though." He said as he raised a brow.

At the mention of her latest 'twisted' plan the eccentric girl had previously cooked up with, Kagami's temper flared and his blood pressure skyrocketed once more.

Izanami blinked, before she snapped her fingers animatedly. Vitality finally returning to her crestfallen face. "Ah! You mean the one about stealing Midorima's lucky item? It was a superb strategy to rile the greenie four-eyes up. Long sentence short, it was meant to deal a psychological blow on him," explained the ashen-haired.

"I personally find that to be the most clever one out of all the other plans I have come up with though. If I do say so myself. Teehee!" She flashed a 'V' hand sign with a toothy grin. Probably still oblivious to the pulsing veins that have been bulging on Kagami's head for quite a while.

"Clever, my ass!" thwarted Kagami with every fiber of his being. "It's just a thievery act no matter how it seem to me!"

"Tsk tsk. I don't blame your incapability of seeing how marvelous my plan was, Taiga. After all, it's you we're talking about. I'd expected it that much." Izanami shrugged with a condescending smirk. Again, Kagami was safely tugged away by Mitobe and Tsuchida before he'd leap and lashed out at the smug midget.

"Regarding that, I'm actually relieved that you didn't execute your last plan like you said you would. Izanami-san," said Kuroko, as he appeared next to his rampant partner without a sound.

"Why?" asked Izanami curiously. Not really perturbed by Kuroko's lack-of-presence, or how he seemingly teleport through places without being noticed.

"Because if you had pull a stunt like that on Midorima-kun, you will be the one being executed."

... What?

Was it because of the way Kuroko has worded it? Or because he had managed to say that Midorima would undoubtedly severe her head with a passive face and calming tone? Either way, Izanami couldn't help but shuddered at the late realization. She gulped. The ashen-haired could picture it; she could visualize an angered Midorima Shintarō, holding up a voodoo doll with her name carved on it, and chanting unheard curses in a dark cramp room...

It's fairly plausible. Him slaughtering her if she ever lay as much as a finger on his lucky item― that is.

Oh Jesus, how mistaken she was. She must be out of her mind to even plot something against his lucky item. She must have lost her mind. The gray head knew the bespectacled shooter is superstitious and treasure his lucky item greatly, though she never expect his passion for it would go this far.

She'd miscalculated.

"Nice said, Kuroko! The pun you used there seriously hit the mark!" Izuki praised with a thumb up.

"Izuki, shut up." Hyūga interceded obdurately.

Kagami extricated himself from two of his seniors' arm-lock. His rage seemed to have quelled, and was now sighing at her childhood friend.

"Izana, you ought to get an MRI and CT scan at the hospital for your brain." Kagami said with a worried face, "I'm concern for you."

Whether he was being sincere or sarcastic, only Izanami (who has known him for the longest) would know. According to his expression and his tone, she supposed there were half-sarcasm and half genuine concern in his words.

Guess what? Both were an insult either way, so it was useless for her to discern which-is-which in the first place.

Izanami huffed indignantly. She pinched the bridge of her nose as she said. "Taiga."

"What?"

"Die."

This time however, Riko had to step in and hold the manager back from launching herself at Kagami. Likewise, Mitobe and Koga double-team against their ace from getting to the manager. Both freshman looked like they were about to silt each other guts out as they struggled against their senior's grip. Limbs flying in the air in a futile attempt of reaching each other's throat. It was almost like a live comedy act for those who were watching.

Maybe they should partner up and make a debut as an comedy duo. They will probably be more successful than they are now.

"-beep!- The fourth quarter of the Interhigh preliminary finals will be commence now. Both teams' starters please get ready."

The referee announced as the sound of whistle echoed in the gymnasium. Those audience who have gone away for washroom break, grab a drink, or simply to get some fresh air outside the building during the interval, have all returned to their seats by then. Both Izanami and Kagami clicked their tongues. Although they wished to settle their dispute without any interference, the match took foremost priority.

Kagami cracked the joints in his neck― then his knuckles. He stomped his way to the petite girl, until his chest was bumping against Izanami's head. The redhead glared patronizingly down at the nest of gray as he gritted out, "Bitch, we'll settle this after the match. Don't you dare run away with your tails between your legs on me, you fuckin' hear?"

Izanami chuckled menacingly. She tilted her head up to reciprocate his provocation with a dark Cheshire smile. To spice things up, she raised a rude gesture and stuffed it in his face. Her mouth twitched into a feral grin, "Either you're underestimating me, or you're overestimating yourself. Fine~ Let's do that then. Just don't get yourself killed out there before I got my chance to do you in, you fuzzy-brows."

"I won't, midget."

"Then we're good."

The members sighed as they shook their heads at the foul-mouth duo. 'Why can't you guys give encouragment in a normal way?' The rest from Seirin sweat-dropped simultaneously.

"Well then, we will be off." Kuroko said. Putting on his wristbands before he took off to the courts, along with his fellow teammates. Kagami then followed suit, traipsing behind their phantom man.

After the intense glaring contest, Izanami goes back to sit on the bench along with Riko. The brunette sneaked a glance at the manager beside her out of concern and curiosity.

Since, she was acting really weird when she had first came in. Not to mention that bipolar state of her, Riko still hasn't gotten over that image. Secretly the coach wondered; was the quarrel just now between her and Kagami was all just an act?

Because, thanks to their dispute, the team's spirit seemed to have rekindled. For a short while, everyone almost have forgotten the fact that they were having a match against one of the Generation of Miracles. The tension was gone, and they appeared more motivated than before.

The air in the club certainly have changed ever since Izanami had joined. She can be a handful at times, but everyone knows her seemingly random and enigmatic actions actually pack quite a meaning behind. However, they won't know until later. And if they were thick-headed enough, they might never know the reason for all eternity. But it's fine. Since, that's probably what the oddball had wanted from the beginning.

You thought after the intense squabble from before, would have had Izanami's face turned sour or pissed. But it was actually the opposite; her lips curled into a gentle smile as she watched the match prevails itself throughout.

As expected, she's a weirdo.

Ominous black clouds covered the once azure and cloudless sky. Before anyone noticed it, thunder rolled in from the west and rain began to fall. Just like how a certain someone was feeling inside now.

A lone man stood amidst the biting cold rain. His usual bright verdant hair, were dampened and reduced to a dull green. Droplets of rain drip down from the edge of his glasses to the puddle of water beneath his foot as he remained still.

Midorima tipped his head up to face the gloomy clouds above him, and forlornly looked on. Letting the curtain of rain beat against his skin.

To think he would lose.

Honestly, he'd never imagined himself to lose after coming this far. Maybe the same could be said to all the Generation of Miracles. After their talents bloomed in their middle-school years, they've never tasted defeat since then. The conceitedness and arrogance that came from being number one shooter in his grade and generation. As well as having crowned as champion for three years consecutively in middle-school, is finally paying its toll now.

Nevertheless, compared to the rest of Generation of Miracles, Midorima was probably the most reserved and least conceited among those egotistical bunch. But that doesn't mean he wasn't arrogant. He just rarely shows it.

Although he had checked the Oha-Asa this morning before going out, and even make sure he has a lucky item with him at all times, the result would never change. The fact that his team had lost to Seirin in the Interhigh preliminary finals, and he'd lost his against Kuroko and Kagami, remains as a fact.

He did all he could. He played to the best of his ability― and he'd lost.

It's frustrating.

How long has it been since he last tasted the bitterness of defeat, he wondered. Although he used to lose against Akashi in shogi all the time, the feeling wasn't anything close to that. The frustration was overwhelming to the point― tears would welled up and threatened to fall along with the falling rain.

Midorima has always been cautious, if not in a game. He'd make sure to completely crush their opponent with an overwhelming score. Forcing them to see the vast difference between the chosen ones and the unchosen, and ruthlessly take their hopes away. Shoving them into a hell that was known as reality. However, in the match against Seirin, he'd miscalculated.

He'd underestimated Seirin and Kuroko greatly. The existence of Kagami Taiga, who managed to stand toe to toe with the Generation of Miracles and won. Indeed. Midorima didn't factor or thought of all these possibilities to be possible. But, deep down he knew. That the true reason of what cost him the game today was―

His pride that made him to refuse working with the team.

"So this is where you are."

Midorima flinched. Despite the thunderous roar that tore through the sky, he could faintly catch the sound of a pair of footsteps coming to him. The heels dug into the concrete, with each and every strides she'd took. An umbrella appeared and shielded the verdant head from above, and the footsteps stopped.

He tilted his head down and stared coldly at the ashen-haired before him.

"You will catch a cold if you stay in the rain like this you know, Greenie." Izanami held the umbrella high above. Barely shielding the two of them from the pouring rain.

"Your rudeness of giving names to stranger sure knows no bounds." Midorima spat harshly. It was clear to anyone that the bespectacled teen was in no mood to engage in a banter with a manager of an opponent's team, that had just defeated them minutes ago no less. "If you're here to mock me, go ahead. And if you're here to take pity on me, I suggest you leave this instant."

"What're you talking about?" asked Izanami as she cocked her head. "You aren't a stranger to me."

Midorima blinked at her oddly calm and gentle demeanor. That... wasn't what he had expected to hear from her.

"I never give out names to stranger I don't know," she grasped the shooter's hand as she smiled weakly up at him. Midorima flinched at the sudden skinship and widened his eyes. He tried to recoil, but his hand wouldn't budge under her grip no matter what...

For a second, his face went paled. As the thought of his precious hand gets crushed to smithereens and has to retire from basketball occurs to him―

"Here, take this."

She shoved her umbrella in his hand, disregarding his wishes. Then, Izanami made a dash inside the gymnasium while shielding the rain with her hands above her. Leaving the verdant head alone, currently with an umbrella with him. Midorima stared blankly at her back, until her figure had completely disappeared inside the building. He stood there under a stupor. He couldn't even protest or do anything to it, since it was so arbitrary of her and it caught him off guard.

What actually brought him back to earth, was the sound of ringtone and vibration of his phone in his pocket.

He swiftly took it out and flipped his phone open, before pressing the 'answer' button and pressed his phone to his ear. "Hello?"

"Midorima-kun! How are you~? It has been a while―!"

*beep*

He shuts his phone.

*Rrrr-ing*

"Hello?" answered Midorima. However this time, he sounded more annoyed than anything else as he frowned at the caller's zealousness and loudness. Just like old times. Seriously, he even thought of blocking her contact in his phone too. But in the end decided not to. It would just turn up more chaotic and troublesome in the future for him.

"Mou―! Why did you hang up on me just now, Midorima-kun! Meanie!"

"My bad, Momoi. In fact, I did it on reflex."

There comes the barrage of complains and whines. Although he wasn't considered the most patient man out of the Generation of Miracles (considering there is Kuroko and Akashi), he is still gentlemanly enough to listen to his former manager's incessant rant till she tires out.

"―So, how did the match against Tetsu-kun's team goes!?" Momoi asked exuberantly.

"We lost."

"EH―!? What!? You guys lost!? Did you hear, Dai-chan!?"

The reaction was so exaggerated that Midorima really intends to end the call for the second time.

What he didn't expect was, a hoarse and familiar tone transmitted over the line next. A voice that brings nostalgia, as well as some unfond memories. A voice he knew too well and in fact, he didn't wish to hear it if possible.

"It's me."

"Aomine..."

"Heh~ It's really unfathomble that you'd lose." Aomine said flatly.

Midorima adjusted his glasses with his free hand. There was a silence ensued with neither line's talking. Only the pellets of rain could be heard faintly through the phone, as the shooter took the moment of silence to take a deep breath. "It wasn't just Kuroko."

Flashbacks of the match earlier against Seirin came to Midorima.

"As a former teammate, this is a word of advice from me, Aomine. So listen; Be careful of Seirin when you go against them in the championship game."

"Hah?"

Midorima sighed, "You'd felt it too earlier, didn't you?"

"..."

The feeling of someone who was trying to force open the door. The one that would never open unless you're the chosen ones. And only the members of Generation of Miracles have felt it, for a moment. Someone was trying to force his way in with sheer wills and force.

"That's all I've gotta say. If nothing else, I'm hanging up."

After the call has ended, Midorima then remembered; he forgot to warn Aomine about that girl, who's in Seirin as well.

... Should he? It's not like that self-centered tanned male would understand from words alone anyways. Whatsmore, it's not his business. It's better for him to experience it himself to truly understand how fearful Seirin actually is. As well as how frightening Izanami Garcia is. He should have wished him the best of luck before cutting the line though.

Well, whatever.

A golden glow began to spread across the sky as the sun chased the dark clouds away. Thus signaling the end of rain. Realizing the rain had ceased, Midorima closed the umbrella swiftly―

What am I supposed to do with this now...? The verdant head paused and pondered. Without a doubt, he'd need to of course return the umbrella back to the owner since it belongs to her in the first place. But, that's not the issue here.

It provided a reason for him to meet with that creature again. That's the problem.

-Extras-

"The rain just now sure was heavy. I wonder would our rickshaw be alright..."

Takao said as he strolled leisurely toward the bicycles rack where they have parked their vehicles at, together with the bespectacled shooter. Casually, the hawk-eyes laced his callous fingers behind his head and chipped about other meaningless topics away. The day has been over, and the Interhigh championship game won't start until a week later. But those doesn't concern Shūtoku anymore.

After losing in the preliminary finals, Shūtoku probably would be less active until the Winter Cup rolls around. Until then, it's crucial for the players to practice and polished their skills in preparation now. It ain't over yet. Both Midorima and Takao, as well as the others on Shūtoku team believed it's just the beginning for them. And they vowed to exact revenge on Seirin.

They shall meet again. And the next time they face against each other, they won't make the same mistake twice.

"Hey, Shin-chan. When did you get this vinyl blanket?" asked Takao as they both came to a stop in front of their rickshaw. Except the it was covered with a blanket of waterproof vinyl over. Perfectly shielded the rickshaw from the onslaught of the howling rain from earlier.

Midorima raised a brow at the sight. "No, it wasn't me." He adjusted his glasses as he replied. There was no way he'd have predicted the rain and thought this far, or even carried a vinyl blanket in the first place. If that's so, then who would―

"... It can't be." Midorima muttered.

"What? Did you know something, Shin-chan?"

Earlier, Izanami did came from this direction with her umbrella in tow. Didn't she? Wait. This was impossible. There was no way she would do something like this. He might not have known her for long― he might have not known her at all. But as far as she's concerned, Midorima was willing to bet all his fortunes that she's anything but kind!

Moreover, there wasn't any concrete proof that showed this was done by her. It could be the lady cleaner, who knows?

"Nothing. Let's get this sheet off and hurry home―" As Midorima said, he grabbed the fabric and removed the vinyl off the rickshaw. Since the rickshaw was protected by the sheet, he doubted the rain would have gotten in. Initially, he was worried the pouring rain would have flooded the carriage back there. If that were the case, it'd be troublesome for him to ride in it.

Thanks to the sheet, it appears that those worries of his were unnecessary.

― Or so he'd thought.

As soon as the fabric was lifted off, both Midorima and Takao turned to stone. Their hairs ruffled against the cold breeze that had fleeted by. All colors were drained from their faces as they stared at the mysterious vehicle before them.

It wasn't their vehicle.

Because the last time they have checked, their rickshaw definitely wasn't pink.

"Um... Shin-chan. Just so you know, although I've always complained about the colors being dull and old-fashioned, I'd never paint it in pink. Maybe red... but definitely not pink! I swear! You have to trust me, Shin-chan! It wasn't me!" Takao hastily defended himself. Being the one who has recovered from the shock the fastest, the raven-haired was quick to take notice of how his partner's aura had changed.

Alright. the hawk-eyed wasn't going to lie. Honestly, he has always hold a grudge against the four-eyes shooter for making him his chauffeur; driving him to school to and fro every single day.

And all he does was ride comfortably in the back as he let the wind caressed his cheeks gently. What the hell was that!? While he had to pedal under the scorching sun rays. Worst of all, the trip to their school wasn't the most pleasant one; Shūtoku high was located uphill, in case you weren't aware.

Could someone imagined the pain and the cries of the muscles in him!? There were countless times when Takao thought he should give the verdant head a lesson by messing up with his beloved rickshaw once. But he stopped treading on such foolish thoughts. Why? Because making a superstitious guy like Midorima into your enemy was probably the last thing you'd want to do in your lifetime. Unless you want to have your name written on a voodoo doll and have him hammer a nail or two on it.

The verdant head's eyes flitted in an amazing speed as he scanned the damages done to his rickshaw analytically.

First― the disgusting and insidious body paint.

Second― the scribbles which he first thought to be useless doodles, turned out to be her autograph.

Third― an unrecognizable and shitty drawing of Koala. A poor one at that, too.

Midorima had tried. He'd tried to hold his fury in; the keyword here was 'tried'.

If she hadn't gone to the extra mile to get a vinyl blanket, AND used the sheet to cover her masterpiece from the rain instead of doing it out of kindness― that is.

Now she'd gone and done it this time. That bitc― No. He shouldn't curse. Don't let that piece of trash get the better of you, Shintarō.

Anger rushed out in a palpable wave through Midorima's arms and legs. The shades of his glasses have even fogged up from the body heat emitting through his pores. Takao gulped, as he began to back away one step at a time; because his instinct told him to do so.

And his intuition told him that the bespectacled teen was ready to snap. From three... two... one―

"I swear― I'm going to make a mincemeat out of you one day, Garcia!" Takao took shelter under the tree and covered his ears, as he waited Midorima to rave his lungs out.

The rage, sadness, frustration, and all his bitter feelings left from the match were released into the sky as Midorima let everything out with a beast-like roar. Startling the flock of birds that have hid in the branches into the open. Who would have guessed, a single girl could make the always reserved man to lose his cool to such extent? In a way, Izanami Garcia was really amazing. Takao harbored great respect and admiration towards the gray head now.

Although her mischievousness has gone a little overboard this time.

If opportunity arises, he'd love to become her disciple and have her teach him on how to push and find where Midorima's buttons are. Truthfully, Izanami took it to another level not just her eccentricity, but also her boldness at picking a fight at their opponent. You'd need to have more than balls and guts to be able to pull it off.

Which made the hawk-eyes wondered; does she not afraid of being slugged one day by her enemies?

Or it could very well be her ignorance that have protected her up till now.

A/N: H-Hohoho... Everyone, I am not dead yet. I'm living and although my lifestyle has always been a wreck and questioned by many others, I'm breathing in oxygen and exhaling carbon dioxide for the lovely trees and plants out there. So what I've been trying to say is―

I'm sorry.

I'm an extreme procrastinator, if you are not aware. No. You should've noticed by now. Sorry for stating the obvious. You're wrong if you'd thought I would abandon the story. There's NO way I'd do that! I'll keep on writing even if the manga/anime has ended.

Don't worry. I am definitely going to give a closure on this fanfic one day. Until then, please stick around with me a little longer. As for the next update, I will have to go back and update my another fanfic first before writing the next chapter. No promise as to when the next update will be, but I'm really looking forward to writing the encounter between Aomine and Izana.

You can always send a review to me about how you want their meeting to be! If there's ever an interesting one, I might even consider writing them just like how you wanted it. *winkwink*

Well then, see you next chappie~

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