LONESOME BREAKER ᝰ a. murasakibara

two. lonesome breaker

TWO. LONESOME BREAKER

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"oh my goodness, hakai-san do you even realize what you just did—"

"urusai, yamaguchi." she gave the greenette a sharp glare, and then turning back to her seventh burger of the day and taking a huge bite out of the juicy beef patty.

mirai yamaguchi, the second year shooting guard of rakuzan, automatically cowered lightly at her kouhai's dark look. nervous beads of sweat dripped down her forehead.

they were now seated in a booth in maji burger. only the six starters were here, which meant that the rest of the team we're back at rakuzan in kyoto, training for the winter cup that was a few months away.

their spring inter-high had just concluded a week ago, deeming them the champions. thus, the reason why they were invited for an exhibition game in the semi-finals of the men's basketball inter-high. they were up against their runner up, senshinkan. it obviously ended in a landslide win, 142 - 96, in favor of the women's inter-high champions.

maki sosuke, the second year captain and pointguard, gritted her teeth in annoyance as a tick mark appeared on her forehead. "respect your senpais, hakai."

"i will when you beat me." she sneered.

sosuke stilled and looked away. she'd tried that before— challenged her kouhai. and out of the twenty seven 1-on-1 matches they've had so far, she lost every single one.

anika miyaji, the second year small forward, sweatdropped as she looked at the two. "c'mon, let's just be thankful oikawa-kun wasn't around to witness it."

yamaguchi shivered, "imagine if he was actually around though.."

they all, sans hakai, shivered involuntarily at the thought of their second year manager going on rampage because of hakai's behavior.

all these girls were from teiko. only the members outside the six main starters— first five and the sub— of rakuzan weren't from the prestigious middle school.

"aren't we at least going to talk about how bad it was?" rei mizuno, the second year power forward asked.

"relax, zomi-chan only rejected a random boy." the last one of the bunch, the pink haired toshila ushijima leaned back against her seat.

"it's not like it's going to make the headlines on t! news."

"it just might." mizuno sighed, pinching her nose bridge. "you guys do realize that was one of the generation of miracles, right?"

"who?" hakai tilted her head to the side.

toshila furrowed her brows. "the one that confessed to zomi-chan?"

"don't call me that." nozomi hakai gritted her teeth at the absurd nickname.

toshila ignored her quip and looked at her senpais. "so? the confession guy earlier? was he part of the miracle boy circle?"

sosuke shook her head, "no. that boy was just a random fan."

"however, the guy she so openly argued with was part of the generation of miracles."

hakai looked confused. "what's the generation of mira-blah-blah, you're talking about?"

they all, sans toshila and hakai, sweatdropped.

seriously? they went to school together. even these girls knew him.

"the boy with purple hair that was six foot ten." miyaji relayed. "he was teiko's center."

toshila nodded in understanding. she'd never heard of the boy, but she was well aware of the existence of the legendary miracles they went to school with. she was also aware of the fact that their former teiko, and current rakuzan manager had built some type of wall between them and the generation of miracles.

"ooh, he's like you~" toshila teased hakai, the center of rakuzan, earning a scowl from the eating girl.

toshila clicked her tongue in amusement. "my, it's a small, small world.. a member of the generation of miracles, huh?"

"you guys do realize what that means right?" mizune asked. "she might be in for shit in the next cup."

"but they're boys..?" toshila looked perplexed. "they can't beat us in games, like that's fuckin' 'gainst the rules."

"no, not in the tournament." miyaji shook her head. "the generation of miracles are public figures. no doubt, the argument between her and murasakibara are the talk of the town right now, i wouldn't be surprised if they made it to t! news."

"you're making such a big deal out of this." hakai rolled her eyes and looked out the restaurant's window as she ate her, now, eleventh burger and stuffed some sour cream flavored fries into her mouth messily.

"they just argued about candy though.." toshila sweatdropped. "isn't that a bit dense?"

"may it be candy or basketball that they argued about, rumors that will come out of that scandal will still most likely be bad for her rep." miyaji sighed.

"let's just hope she doesn't get kicked out of the upcoming cup.."

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"laid off?" nozomi hakai gritted her teeth in frustration as she glared daggers at her coach.

issei hado, the 38-year old coach of rakuzan looked at the girl with a small frown on her face, and etched eyebrows. she, too, was dismayed about the news that the japan youth basketball association had delivered.

"let's look at the bright side—"

"there is no bright side, toshila." hakai glared, cutting the girl off.

the girl simply shook her head, "you can still play in official games. they just limited your unofficial tourneys."

the yin-yang haired girl's eye twitched in anger. "just limited my unofficial tourneys?"

"oh no, she's done it now.." yamaguchi hid behind miyaji and kosuke who were both looking at the scene with weary eyes, much like the rest of the team.

"i live and breathe street ball, baka-shila." she looked down at the 5'9 girl with sharp eyes. "it's street ball or nothing."

apparently, due to her.. terrible behaviour during the exhibition match where she had embarrassed someone pathetically and argued with a miracle, she had been laid off.

her— nozomi hakai of all people! laid off!

"i'm sure we can deal with this comprom—"

"zip it, sosuke." she snapped, making her captain freeze.

she was all for respect for herself as the senpai, but the fire in toshila's eyes told her not to say a word any longer otherwise the girl might lose it.

"if this pathetic punishment isn't lifted.." hakai glared at the coach. "i'm not playing in your stupid winter cup."

"good luck losing."

she then spun on her heel and stomped off to God-knows-where, with toshila following right behind her, offering a peace-sign to her team and coach before catching up with the center.

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