Declaration of War

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A/N: Ahhh yaaaaas~ That pic.... >/////<

This episode was definitely one of my favorites of the 2nd season hehehe. This is my second week of summer, and I still haven't found the time to finish season2. I'm so laaaame... Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy! I'm trying to reach my personal goal of having 1,000 comments before the end of June, and I'm about 200 comments short of that. We have about 1.5 months left, so if you guys could help me out, I will love you all. Well, I already love all my readers and followers, soooo yeah. How does me updating faster sound? ^_^


5/28/15 - Dedicated to @Mai-chan803! Words cannot express how much I love and appreciate you for going through my Naruto and Free! fanfics and voting on the chapters

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"Ahhhh~" I sighed out in a content manner, sinking down lower into the hot water. "Riko, you're the best~"

"Kukuku," Riko snickered. "Of course I am! I take good care of you guys! After all, I am your coach."

"Mhmm~" I moaned, her words flying right over my head. "I haven't been to an onsen in ages." I opened my eyes, finally noticing the lack of voices on the female's side of the onsen. It was just me and Riko in the spacious bathing area. I slowly closed my eyes again, relishing in the hot water, soothing my sore muscles. My mind began to wander to the Winter Cup and the teams that we would have to face once the tournament began.

There's Kaijo with Kise and Kasamatsu. I wonder how they'll do. Ahh~ Kasamatsu is pretty cute when he blushes and stutters around girls. I giggled, fanning my face with my hand due to the heat. And then there's the massive flirt, Kise. But I definitely won't deny that he's sweet and caring, I mused, rubbing my chin thoughtfully.

Without a doubt, Shutoku's going to be there too since they won yesterday's match. Midorima and Takao, huh? I stifled my laugh as I recalled what a tsundere the green-haired teen was. He's too adorable! Midorima just has to admit it. My silent chuckles ceased when I thought about the remaining three teams that had the other Generation of Miracles members.

Yosen will definitely be no joke. That ginormous purple-haired guy was really scary. Murumuru? Shish-kabob? No... think harder... I raised my fingertips to my temples, massaging them. Mura...saki...bura? Murasakibara! I sat up straight, sloshing the hot water around me. I vaguely noticed Riko's heavy stare directly at me for my strange behavior. Him and Kagami's friend Himuro are definitely no jokes. I have to make sure to study them and watch old videos. I can't just enter the Zone during each game at the Winter Cup because otou-san will definitely blow a gasket since it takes a toll on me. I sighed, slouching back down into the hot spring. But if it comes down to it, I won't hesitate to enter the Zone for the team.

I blew bubbles into the water, continuing my train of thoughts. There's Too Academy with Imayoshi and Aomine. Just thinking about the manipulative, glasses-wearing senior made me shudder. He was too cunning for his own good. And then there's Aomine... Somehow, just thinking about the navy-haired teen brought a small smile to my face along with a slight blush. I definitely remembered when we went out, going shopping for his basketball shoes, my lilac ballet slippers, and then to the patisserie shop a family friend owned. Despite his rough exterior, I knew that deep down, Aomine was a kind guy with a good heart.

My mind finally wandered over to the final high school that was already known as a power house before their gain of the captain of the Generation of Miracles, Rakuzan. I hadn't heard much as Rakuzan's ace and captain, other than the fact that he was not a man to trifle with. He was a force to be reckon with, Akashi Seijuro. I knew that he had bright red hair and startling ruby eyes. Not only that, but his very presence commanded attention and obedience. As intriguing as that sounded, I had to repress a shudder - I, for one, did not bode well with being dominated.

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