Dreaming On - Kuroko no Basket

In It to Win

A/N: Sorry for the delay guys!!! I'm actually pretty busy in college.... D: I fell ill two weeks ago, and now I'm onto my third week of being sick :( Not the way to go, guys... Spent the weekend in the hospital (.....hooray.....) and I decided that I was going to take a break today and write! So here is the 30th chapter! Hopefully you'll forgive me and tell me what you think of this chapter :) 

And long time overdue: Dedications to "AwkwardBlueHair" for the ship name of "Taigami" - Chapter 28

Dedications to "AnimeLuver02" for the ship name of "Daikimi" - Chapter 29

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[3rd POV]

            “Riko-san,” Kuroko’s monotone voice carried through the gym. “I have to leave early today.”

            “Ehh?! Kuroko!? Why?!” exclaimed Riko. She was thinking of the many scenarios that Kuroko could have been involved in since he was leaving practice earlier than the expected time. An idea popped into her head as she slithered closer to Kuroko with a knowing glint in her eyes.

            “Ne, ne, Kuroko,” she whispered. “Who’s the girl?” The pale teen blinked slowly in confusion.

            “What girl?”

            “Ehh?! I was almost certain that you were asking to leave early to meet up with a girl!” She exclaimed.

            “No, it’s Masami-chan’s dance competition today. She invited me a while ago and I promised her that I would attend.”

            Riko slowly blinked, trying to process this new information. Masami. Dance. Competition. Dance. Masami. And then it finally clicked in: Masami’s dance competition is today!! She whirled around to face her male players frantically; her brown eyes widening.

            “Practice is done!” Riko screeched. “I can’t believe I forgot that Masami-chan’s competition is today!” Seirin’s coach grabbed at her own hair, tugging the short brown strands.

            Hyuga shared a glance with his teammates before sighing in response to his coach’s nervous rants.

            “I guess we’ll all be heading there together then.”

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[Masami’s POV]

            I bounced nervously on the balls of my feet, trying to ease my wrecking nerves. My used-to-be-light-pink hair was tightly bounded into a braided bun. I touched the French-braided portion of my hair to reassure that it was still in perfect condition. The dressing room was somewhat spacious – not that I really needed a large room. I double-checked myself in the mirror to make sure that I was presentable.

            I wasn’t wearing my traditional leotard or the tutu; instead, I decided to take a more modern approach due to my song selection. I was wearing a silver two-piece of a leotard. The sequins shone brightly in the light, and the silver drape on the left-side of my bottom piece was flowing. My full, light pink lips were glossy; my smooth, creamy white skin was flushed with nervous excitement; shining magenta eyes were gleaming with anticipation. My mascara and eyeliner brought out my eyes, contrasting it with the silver of my costume.

            I was brought out of my trance the moment one of the backstage helpers knocked on my dressing room door.

            “Fujioka-san, it’s your turn!”