Something Lost Will Never Return [BoyxBoy]

Chapter Four

Chapter Four:

All –except for Akashi—of them gasped when Akashi’s fist made contact with Kuroko’s cheek in a hard punch which made the latter fall on the ground.

Everyone froze; even the passerby’s, when Akashi did the unthinkable and shocking act which astounded the members of Generation of Miracles. Their captain wasn’t the type to punch someone, he’s the type who throws scissors or threatens to kill you with scissors when you answer him back. Punching was never his thing; well maybe, he’s not just good at it for his height. [A/N: Akashi-kun, don’t kill me!]

“A-Akashicchi…” Kise mumbled with shaky voice as he hid behind their miracle shooter.

Akashi rubbed the fist he used to punch the teal-head and then opened it before closing it again. He looked at the phantom player who was sitting on the ground, silently and unresponsive. “Hey, Tetsuya.”

Kuroko blinked then looked up. “Yes, Akashi-kun?”

“You overreacted.” Akashi mumbled in annoyance.

The teal-head looked up and rubbed his punched cheek. “It actually hurt.”

“It did?” Gasped Akashi with great surprise.

Kuroko nodded with emotionless eyes. “Yes, it’s like a ten-year old kid punched me.” He replied with indifferent tone.

Akashi’s eyebrow unnoticeably twitched before offering an extended arm on the boy sitting on the ground. “Be grateful that I didn’t cut you to death instead.”

Kuroko accepted it and then stood up. “Just accept it, Akashi-kun. You punch like a kid but cut like a maniac.”

The red-head frowned with the insult and messed the phantom player’s hair. “Don’t talk like you can punch harder than I can. You punch like a baby.”

“I don’t.”

“Yes, you do.”

Kuroko pouted a little and then picked up his bags which fell on the ground when he was suddenly punched by the red-head before him. “No, I don’t.” He mumbled in stubbornness.

The other four beside them gaped at them before clearing their throats. “HEY! Wait a damn minute!” Aomine growled in irritation.

Akashi raised an eyebrow. “What is it, Daiki? Me and Tetsuya are still having a conversation, can’t you see? Didn’t your parents teach you not to barge in into others’ conversation and wait for them to end?”

Aomine grinned humorlessly. “And how long did I need to wait if ever I waited?”

“About an hour or so.” Kuroko replied with indifferent voice before taking out a lollipop inside his bag. “Want some, Murasakibara-kun?” He offered as he lifted the still-sealed lollipop just an inch below the violet-head’s bottom lip.

The latter happily accepted it, opened it then savored it. “Arigatou, Kuro-chin.”

“One hour?! As if we could wait that long!” Aomine complained then scratched the back of his head in annoyance. “Urgh.”

“Is you hair itchy, Aominecchi? You didn’t take a bath, did you? EW!” Kise teased and earned a big bump on his head afterwards. He decided to shut his mouth just in case he’ll die soon enough if he didn’t.

“You punched Kuroko.” Midorima stated as he gazed at their captain.

The six of them started to walk towards their usual convenience store hang-out like nothing happened and the other people on the street stared at them as if they were some ghosts or heroes who appeared then suddenly vanished.