Another Kind Of Ghost ~ A KnB Fanfic

Ten: I'm Beginning To Feel Like A Rap God

Kise Ryouta, amazing friend, great fun, very attractive, yes? Koneko Ryoko, liar, boring and always hiding behind make up. It's funny to think that we match up like that. Kise is definitely my best friend in Japan. Maybe even best friend, full stop! He's just amazingly amazing! Hell, he picks me up one Saturday per month, to drag me to where Midorima Shintaro and Takao train.

Today is one of those days. Too bad someone's already on the court when we arrive.

 "Morning, Koneko-san! " Takao chimes as he joins Kise and I while this preexisting individual waits to be removed from the game play area. He aimlessly dribbles th he ball to the hoop and shoots a basic set shot.

"Morning Takao-kun." I smile at the raven haired boy, friend of my idol.

"Hello Kise, Koneko-san."

"Hey Midorima-cchi!" Kise all but bounces, spurred on by his recent victory against Nate.

"Morning Midorima-kun." Pleasantries are exchanged until our peace is disturbed by the clearing of one's throat. We turn and face the source, it was the guy already on the court! What the actual hell!

"If you're not going to play, get off of the court, right, Koneko Ryoko. "

"Are you stalking me? I'm pretty sure he's stalking me?" I ask Kise, who looks beyond unamused.

"How long are you over here for?" Kise enquires while Midorima and Takao look on like spectators.

"Until Ryoko agrees to come home."

"I'm coming back this summer, isn't that good enough? " I demand.

"No it's not, Ryoko."

"Well boo hoo for you Nate, but if you're stalking me, all you'll find is me cheering on Kaijo and Shuutoku. "

"Huh?"

"They're schools, Nate."

"Are you two really going to have enough time to get to the Kaijo game in time?"

Oh right, the Inter-High preliminary round begins today. So basically the start of my basketball frustration. Not only will I have to be changed in the competitive uniform, but I'll have to get changed out of it before watching the Shutoku game as Koneko. I sigh, this'll be complicated.

"Honestly, if we play, no. But we're only here because Kise booked the four of us a taxi to the stadium. " I grin sheepishly.

"Speak of the devil and he shall appear! Look everyone, the taxi is here!"

Nate remains on the court.

"Hey!" Takao shouts.

"What?" Nate calls back.

"He can't speak Japanese, Takao-kun. " I sigh sadly.

"Oh, I've got it." he nods.

"Hey!" he shouts in English. Nate looks over to face the raven haired boy.

"Yeah!"

"Are you... Um...Are you coming?"

"Aren't you coming. " Midorima-kun mutters.

"Sorry! Aren't you coming! Better, Shin-chan? "

"I uh... Don't know if SHE will let me!"

"Koneko-san?" Takao asks.

"GET IN THE FUCKING TAXI, DIPSHIT!"

"That's the Ryoko I know and love. " Nate declares, confidently striding toward the open taxi.

Nate ends up sat beside me. I glare at him.

"Hey, Koneko-san, will you be watching our game? " I am asked.

"I think so. Once Kaijo's finished and I've eaten with Kise, we can go and show our support for Shutoku, right, Kise?"

"Sounds like a great idea, Koneko-cchi. " Kise nods.

"What about me?" Nate whines.

"Work something out."

"I'll watch your game." My friend from home states, firmly.

"I'm sure you'll love watching Kise wipe the floor with opponents thanks to your ladder shot. " I sneer, maybe a bit too maliciously.

"Koneko-san, are you okay...?" Takao-kun asks. I shrug with a smile.

"Just fired up!" I chime.

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Winning is great and all but having to watch the game from the bench really sucks. It's no fun since I need to be ready to jump in at any moment of chaos. Kaijo, as predicted, thrashed the competition and maintained a really strong lead throughout. The games are meant to be easy at this point. Hell, we got so much of a lead that Kise joined me on the bench for a while. We're stood in the locker room and I'm procrastinating getting changed, hoping that Kise will help me out.

"C'mon Ryou-cchi! Please do that cool thing?"

"What cool thing?" I feign innocence.

"The ridiculously fast English thing?"

"You mean the rap?" I cock a brow, cheeks a bit pink as Kasamatsu and our other teammates stare at us judgementally.

"Well we did win today." I shrug.

"Go on, Ryou-cchi!" Kise cheers, making me stand on one of the benches. I close my eyes and sigh, taking in a deep breath of air. I'm going to need it.

"What the hell is Okenok doing."

"I dared Ryou-cchi to sing a really fast rap in English that he did when I was over at his place a while ago. "

"...Why?"

"To celebrate our first of many victories? " Moriyama assumes. Kise nods.

"See! Moriyama understands!" Kise teases.

"Am I doing this or what?" I ask, staring at the floor so I don't stare while the Blue Elites change into their casual clothes.

"C'mon, Ryou-cchi! " Kise beams.

"Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a human, what I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman, innovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say is, ricochet in off a me and it'll glue to you, and I'm devastating more than ever demonstrating, how to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating, never fading, and I know that haters are forever waiting, for the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating 'cause I know the way to get 'em motivated, I make elevating music! You make elevator music!"

"Frigging hell, Okenok! " Kasamatsu-senpai's jaw drops.

"What was the point of that, Okenok? " I am asked.

"Kise was shocked that I could do that." I shrug, I glance around the Changing Rooms and notice that most of my teammates are zipping up pants or doing up shirt buttons. They're almost done.

I warily head over to the locker and change my clothes, pulling off my sweatshirt and revealing my Kaijo jersey. I do the same with my pants.

"Don't take too long in there, Okenok!!" Kasamatsu-senpai chimes before muttering something to Moriyama that makes me almost faint.

"Hey, is it just me or is Okenok...kinda girly?"