The girl on a red cape (Kuroko no basket fanfic)

Chapter 39

The Kirisaki Daichii players look at the two strangers intently.
"I guess I'm wrong after all. I never seen them before." Hara told Hanamiya, careful enough not to be heard by the two.
"They are both pretty though." Hara laughed softly. Hanamiya didn't reply but he is clearly frowning. He can't hardly understand the two. They are both stubborn too, especially the dark haired one. Hanamiya hates it when things don't happen the way he want them to.
"At least they have some good moves." Yamazaki chided.
"Those were basic martial moves only. However, they are quite flexible. Did you see the way that one shoot?" Furuhashi pointed at Nakbin.
"His shots seem to be accurate if you ask me, just like the way you throw darts, Makoto." Kentaro whispered to Makoto who growled in reply.
"Don't compare me with someone stupid!"
Seto glanced back at Nakbin again. "It's not just stupid, more like innocent, I think."
Makoto scoffed. It is quite obvious but what kind of 16 year old can be that innocent?
"Compared to the feisty one, that boy's polite though." Furuhashi pointed out.

"!" Nakbin and Yoon suddenly disappeared in front of them while they were busy talking.
Hanamiya and Yamazaki cusses loudly.
"Wha-! How! Where are they?!"
"We're right here."
The Kirisaki players, famous for their sadistic side and rough play, jumped in fright and gave out a very manly scream.
"Where the hell did you come from?!"
Makoto never felt so angry in his entire life except when Kiyoshi won against him. He dashed towards the two and grabbed their heads.
"Ouch! Let go! You bushy brows!" Yoon yelled as he tries to remove his tightening grip from his head.
Nakbin whimpered in pain and looked at him in teary eyes.
"You're making fun of us, aren't you?!"
"We're really sorry Makoto-sama. We didn't mean to scare you..."
Kentaro touched Hanamiya's shoulder.
"Enough, Makoto. People are staring."
Hanamiya loosened his grip, eyes piercing towards the two.
Nakbin looked guilty while Yoon looks just as irritated.
"We didn't mean to scare you really. We just moved behind you because we no longer know which path to take."
"You could have said something!" Furuhashi retorted in annoyance.
"But we did, we just said 'please lead the way' but you weren't listening."
The boys sweatdropped. Their presence are that low? They blanched at the thought, they definitely remind them of someone.
"In order for us to make it up to you, we will tell you few things about ourselves. You were just talking about us, right?"
"Eh? You heard that?!" Hara asked astonishingly. Nakbin shook her head in response.
"Wataru, what are you doing?!"
Nakbin smiled at him. "It's alright Yoon."
"Eh?!"
"My real name is Nakbin and he is Yoon. We came from Iceland. Yoon and I are cousins. We came here to live with my brother. We were actually homeschooled but we do excel in many subjects. We love to cook and bake as well."
"You called me a liar while you also lied to us as well. You're such a hypocrite!"
"I apologize again. But I did not entirely lied to you. We were called by those names by people who became our friends thus we claim them ours."
Hanamiya and his teammates looked at them disinterested.
Hara scratched his head. "Sorry but we're not really interested with those."
"Eh? Oh. Okay. I apologize."
Yamazaki snorted. "Say, where did you learn those moves? For frail looking boys, you are pretty good."
"Frail-looking boys? That's rude." Nakbin narrowed her eyes.
"Books." Yoon chided right away.
The boys arched their eyebrows.
"You expect us to believe that?" Makoto looked at her unconvinced and half-pissed.
"No. But it's the truth. We're not allowed to get into any fight or hold weapons so we only taught ourselves." Nakbin explained truthfully.
"Ah so you are much of a goodie-goodie type of spoiled brats." Makoto countered.
"Goodie-goodie? Oh Yoon! We should call ourselves that! The Goodie-Goodie couple!"
"That sounds so lame! You have no naming sense just like your brother!"
The boys chuckled at the exchange.
"So Nakbin, is it? Who is this brother of yours? Someone we know?" Hara asked purring behind her ear.
Suddenly they heard loud explosions and then gigantic burning streaks of light illuminate the starry sky. Nakbin jumped in excitement. "Fireworks! Look Yoon! They're beautiful!"
"I can see that Baka!" The boys looked at her in confusion.
"Is it really your first time to see fireworks?" Furuhashi asked her.
"No. But it is my first time seeing them up close."
They heard familiar voices chattering across the streets. Nakbin and Yoon gasped and ducked under the bushes. The famous bad boys startled at their actions.
Nakbin covered her mouth while clutching her chest, breathing heavily. Yoon visibly trembled.

"We forgot about the time Nakbin!"
"We still have time, right?"
"If we hurry we will reach the house before him."
Him? Makoto narrowed his eyes suspiciously then looked at the group walking across the street. His eyes widened in realization when he recognized Seirin. Could it be?
"I'm so sorry Yoon." Nakbin's voice is now shaking.
"Don't apologize. We are in this together, right?" Yoon glanced at the boys in front of them, not noticing Makoto's dark glare.
"We apologize minna-san but we need to leave already. We had a great time."
Yoon and Nakbin quickly stood up when Hara and Yamazaki blocked their way. "Where are you going?"
"Home." Yoon sternly replied.
Makoto grabbed Nakbin's hand, scowling at her. She glanced at his strong grip and looked back at him with soft eyes. "I am really sorry Makoto-sama, I hope we meet again."
She pulled him by his shirt and pecked him on the cheek. Makoto's eyes widened and loosened his grip.
"Eeehhh?!!!" His teammates dropped their jaws, eyeballs clearly popping out.
Yoon sighed deeply and took Nakbin's hand. They quickly passed through the two players and vanished in sight.
Yamazaki gasped. "What?! Where?! Is that...vanishing drive?"
"No way..." Hara mumbled. "The brother his referring to must be..."
The players looked back at Seirin. They blanched as they saw the retreating form of the phantom sixth man. Makoto growled. How he despises the good boy extraordinaire and his stupid belief in team play! If only he realized it sooner, he could have taken his revenge already. But then he remembers the soft lips a while ago. He mentally slapped himself. I'm fucking straight!
Seto picked up something from the ground. "What's this?" He earned curious looks from his companions.
"I saw those bells dangling from the loudmouth's hair. He must have dropped it." Furuhashi noted. Makoto snatched the bells from Seto's hands and toss it in his.
"Well gentlemen, we will see those two again on basketball tournament..." Makoto chuckled darkly. His companions gave him some knowing and evil smirks.