Remember Me [Kuroko No Basuke Love Story]

Chapter 2: Not So Simple-Minded

A/N: Again, I do not own Kuroko no Basuke nor the pictures I've posted! Akashi to come along in the next chapters! 

He sat still on the luxurious cream-colored, leather sofa, the sound of his steady breathing filled the room. Perking up the little blue book to his face, he continued reading the same page over and over again trying to distract himself. "What's taking her so long?" He mumbled to himself before irking uncomfortably in his seat. He pushed his glasses up and momentarily set the book aside. His eyes scanned his surrounding, paintings of all sort decorated the living area, the walls were covered with green velvet and the polished marble beneath his feet shine marvelously. He had already been to this house numerous of times yet the place still seems surreal. Getting to his feet, the twelve-year old Midorima quietly approached the grand piano standing proudly in the middle of the room. He pressed one of the white keys ever so lightly, producing a high-pitched sound vibrating throughout the room.

"Shin-ta-rou~" A sing songy voice called out to him.

Midorima quickly turned on his heel, recognizing the voice. A slight red blush creeping on his cheeks."[First-name], finally."

"Goume! Goume! Mrs. Yvonne made me practice a lot!" She whined, rubbing her aching fingers.

He sighed and carefully took her hands in his, massaging them gently as he gazes on the floor hiding his flushed face. "W-well, your recital's next week so you really have to practice." He told her a matter-of-factly.

"Hai..." She nodded exhaustedly.

"Oh! Wait! Your basketball tryouts!" She exclaimed as she remembered why her best friend was there in the first place.

Midorima let go of her hands and adjusted his glasses "I'm late." He stated annoyed.

"Ahhh!! I'm really sorry Shintarou!!" She yelped grabbing his hand as they dashed out towards the door.

The back and forth squeaking sound when rubber meets the wooden floor of a basketball court made the little boy's heart pound faster. He watched as another boy his age jumped flawlessly and shot the ball right in.

"Shin-chan? You okay?" [Last-name] worriedly snapped him out of his daze.

Midorima glanced at her then back to the red-head boy standing on the center of the court. "Yeah."

"Don't worry! I promised didn't I? I'll be here for you." She smiled at him squeezing his hand. "Always."

Midorima felt a sudden surge of heat travel to his face, "Whatever." He snapped at her harshly yet decided not to remove his hand from her comfort.

"Good work, Akashi! NEXT!" The coach called over.

Midorima quickly stood up, he glanced briefly at [Last-name], his eyes searching assurance in hers. She gave him a thumbs up and mouthed 'Good luck' to him. The green-haired boy finally gaining back his strength gave her a determined nod and walked towards the center of the court.

'I promise.'

'I'll be here for you.'

The words rang loudly in his ears as he took his stance.

'Always.'

"Hmmm.... what to choose?" You asked yourself earnestly, browsing through the numerous flyers pinned on the enormous board which was conveniently located next to the faculty room. Club registrations were still apparently open despite the fact that it was already the second semester. Standing on tip toe, you grabbed the piece of paper on the topmost. You grinned happily as you read what was written.