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The Race To March	By : GeoBurr Category: -Misc Anime > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 20 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Slice of life. Male/male blooming relationship. No sex yet. I do not own Kuroko No Basuke or any of its characters or designs. This is purely a creative work for non-profit enjoyment.

Chapter List
- 1-Boutique Chocolates and White Bunnies
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This is a work that I started awhile ago and my writing style has changed a bit. This was a one shot originally but ended up writing a saucy sequal. Happy to know your thoughts. Enjoy!
Background Note: In many asian countries, Japan, Korea ect, on Valentines day, the girl gets the guy chocolates while she gets nothing. Then in one months time, on the 14th of March, the man gets the girl something white as a token of reciprocation. However, in this instance, the significance of who gets what, does not play any hints at Shintarou Mirorima's or Kazunari Takao roles in a potential courting.
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14th February.
Finally, nearing the end of Shintarou Midorima's shooting practice, after the school practice session had finished several hours prior. The hour was late and outside, the pale crescent moon shone, like a silvery claw in the night sky.
The other members of the Shintoku Basketball team, had already gone home to have lives and begrudgingly wrestle with exam prep.
Meanwhile, Midorima was still in the school gymnasium, mechanically shooting loud, echoing hoops with worn basketballs.
That is, until the only other person present, by name of Kazunari Takao, interrupted the obsessiveness of the moment. “Shin Channnn…, it’s late and I need to study”. “Let’s call it a day!”, he said exasperatingly as he openly yawned.
In response, Midorima stopped after his last, comet like shot cleared through the hoop, with needle precision.
Midorima, with long strides, had already covered half the distance towards Takao, as he said in his no-nonsense tone, “I suppose we should leave for home to study". “It was a adequate training sessi…".
Now, only a meter apart from each other, Takao suddenly interrupted the other, as he presented Midorima with a neatly ribbon-tied box of Boutique Chocolates.
Midorima’s eyes stopped, looked directly at the gift and narrowed, then he said very curtly, “I know you are a fan Takao but…”.
Takao, interrupting again, spoke clearly with direct eye contact, as he looked up at his taller companion, “Shin Chan, I’m sure, even you have realized, that today is February 14th and of course Valentine’s Day”. “Also, this is our third and last year together, and ahhh…”.
Midorima, suddenly appearing to be an expert of the situation, straightened up and purposefully adjusted his glasses up the bridge of his nose, as he took his turn to talk over Takao. “Oh, an obligatory gift". “How fitting".
Takao, now brassily annoyed with furrowed eyebrows, tried to get a word in edgeways, “Umm Shin Chan, they are more than that…I…”.
Midorima, clearly not in the mood, contended, “Takao, if this is another one of your prankish jokes, I’m going to bend you over my knee and…”.
Takao, whilst struggling to hide bubbling giggles at this proclaiment, wisecracked, “Yes Please, that’ll be nice…although, I never picked you as the kinky type Shin-Chan”. Finishing, his mocking with a wink and a wicked grin.
Midorima exploded, “Takao, don’t be impertinent, what if someone overhears!”.
Struggling to contain himself, Takao continued his onslaught of teasing, “I’ll be fine, since you are the weirdest person in school, no one would be shocked…but my reputation…that might be irreparable”, said Takao, now laughing and clutching his stomach.
Realizing that he had gone too far, for the result that he was hoping for, Takao decided to salvage the situation. “Shin Chan, relax, no one is around, except for security”. “They may escort us to the gate again…but oh well”.
Midorima, after knowing Takao for so long, was pretty immune to his childish digs, therefore stating, “I am pleased with your obligatory gift".
With their team gym bags in toe, they walked side-by-side-to the exiting door. Takao, spoke with his usual high energy, “Good! I expect an answer in a month’s time”.
Nearly at the door, Takao turns his head ever so slightly towards his giant of a friend and says, “I will get the rickshaw ready for heading home”. “Don’t forget your lucky item again, or I won’t be returning for it".” Oh, and one more thing, I’m not always joking, Shin". “You should learn to be more aware of people”.
...
After navigating the many winding, heavily pot-holed side streets, to drop off Midorima at his impressive, ‘both parents are surgeons’ house, the rickshaw came to an exact halt.
Parked up and both sitting in the back of the rickshaw for 10 minutes (Midorima timed them strictly to the second). They followed their usual routine of talking, bantering, fighting and of course debating life. It was times like this, away from school, that Midorima let his guard down, ever so slightly more than his usual astute facade.
Midorima, currently, was in the middle of berating Takao about his grades: “Takao, make sure you study your English past-present grammar properly, your grades are slipping” ... “Oh, and your last Maths result was abysmal, not to mention...what...excuse, what are you doing...Takao!”.
The culprit: Takao had taken Midorima's glasses off of him and was now fashioning them on his own face.
“Takao, I need those, don’t fool around!”. “I mean it!!”, yelled Midorima angrily.
Takao, replying seductively with his right hand, lowering the glasses an inch, so he looked like a naughty schoolteacher. “You really do have pretty lashes Shin”. “It’s refreshing to see you...look a little vulnerable".
Midorima, blushing ever so slightly he stuttered out, “Takao, you say such unnecessary things”. “Now!! Give me my glass...!”.
Cut short and bereft of speech, Takao had locked lips with Midorima, in a spontaneous, unannounced Kiss.
Midorima’s face metamorphosed like the seasons, white like snow, pink checks, red faced...then pulling back with his hair fraying behind him like autumn leaves.
“Takao...you’ve gone too far...with your unscrupulous pranks!”.
Then Midorima sucker punched Takao and said, “That was my first kiss...that I was saving for my future betrothed!”. “How dare you!”.
Takao, wincing near his left cheek, said crossly, “Man Shin! that bites...you didn’t have to punch me...at least so hard!”.
Suddenly truly angered, Takao spoke venomously, “Let’s face it!” “It takes a real skillset to handle you and I can barely manage it" “Do you really think you will find a future betrothed, so easily?”.
Taken aback by Takao's change in his usual upbeat demeanour, Midorima spat back with more venom, “How dare you!”.
Not missing a beat, Takao interjected, “But I do dare, because I know you better than anyone else". “Why do you think I have done so much for you these past years?” “Just friends, don’t do what I have done for you”.
Midorima, in turn hotly disputed, “Its because you are in awe of me and you are the equivalent of my servant”. “I thought you understood this".
Takao, replying in unmasked sarcasm “I thought you were joking when you first implied that". “But silly me, you don’t joke".
Midorima with his reclaimed glasses, exited the rickshaw and walked towards his residence. Turning matter of factly towards Takao, as his stated flatly, “This is where we say goodbye”. “Do not escort me again". “Farewell".
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14^th March.
On the days and weeks that led up to White day, Takao and Midorima had barely spoken to each other, outside of mutual school related activities.
Takao, with his graced instant popularity wherever he went, had immersed himself between his other basketball teammates and several of his classmates that he never really got to know.
Midorima on the other hand, was having a much different time of things. He tried to sit with his basketball teammates at break times, but he soon learned that it was Takao, who had always bridged him to other people. Thus, no one else had the patience to accept him. Not that he would openly admit this.
In fact, lucky item or not, Midorima had the worst month since he could remember. Taking the subway and walking the remainder of the way to school. He was often met with stares and wasp like whispering, especially when he carted some of his larger lucky items with him. Accompanied, by his heavily bandaged left hand of course.
Today was March the 13th and Midorima had resigned himself to another lunch interval in the library, painfully missing the constant ridiculousness of his, or what was his only friend. Looking down at his white paged textbook, Midorima suddenly closed his eyes and shed a single tear. ‘I do want him'. ‘It is painful to be apart'. ‘But could I bring myself to be that way with him?’, internalized Midorima.
Suddenly, clicking that the colour of his pages, inspired the remembrance of the significance of tomorrow: White day. The day of reciprocation.
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That day, Midorima did the unheard of; he skipped his shooting practice and went shopping at the nearby subway plaza. His search was for something suitably white and meaningful.
White Stationary, White Briefs, White Shirt, White Flowers, White Jewellery, White stuffed animals, White Handkerchiefs, White coated marshmallow rabbits...White coated marshmallow rabbits will have to do.
“Present?”, asked the retail worker. “Yes", said Midorima, still feeling uncertain about his gift choice, as he presented it at the counter.
After his purchase, he was now departing the store, with his gift-wrapped present in hand.
Midorima, feeling an uneasiness settle over him about what tomorrow might bring, thought to himself, ‘I need to cover all of my precautions tomorrow, I cannot have any bad luck’.
...
Tomorrow was now today. His morning forecast for Cancer wasn’t great, but it wasn’t bad either, stating for him to have to work extra hard today and to avoid confrontation.
...
Arriving to school, after another self guided trip from the station, Midorima saw Takao alone for a change, exchanging his outdoor shoes for his uramaki.
Taking the shoe closet next to Takao, Midorima took his chance and whipped out his present.
Realizing, that his present was yet to be accepted from his hands, Midorima looked down at Takao’s face and searched his eyes for answers. What he was met with however, was a paint pallet of unreadable emotions.
Finally, Takao spoke, “You know you are meant to say something”.
Midorima, taken aback, replied, “For you".
Takao, unimpressed by the minimal effort, retorted, “Try harder!".
Midorima, looking around at the many students, preparing for the morning in the corridors, uttered in a low voice, “There are too many people around". “I would like to invite you to meet me after school".
Takao, not letting Midorima off the hook that easily, countered, “Why and Where...Shin Chan". “If you really want to make amends, then you won’t be put off by all the pretty girls in the hallway, will you?”.
Suddenly, with pink tipped ears, Midorima lent in and gave Takao a peck on the cheek and said, “Takao, meet me at the back of D-1 block, behind the tree, at the end of classes today". With this, Midorima, who had been forced to put the present back into his bag, exchanged his shoes, gave a curt nod and took off to his first morning class.
...
Time had lagged extensively today. What he perceived as an hour, was in actuality a minute.
By the time, his last class had finished, his stomach was in knots. It didn’t help being exhaustively forced to avoid staring at Takao throughout half of his classes they shared that day.
As of current, Midorima was making his way to the precise meeting location.
On arrival, Takao, wasn’t there.
He waited for a further ten minutes and for once, felt ridiculous carrying a foreign object, as his present was already in his hands ready to re-offer. After almost giving up hope, suddenly from behind him, he heard Takao's voice, “If you are serious Shin Chan, get down on one knee".
Stranger things had happened, but high on the strangeness radar; Midorima did what he was told.
Looking up at Takao, Midorima spoke, “I ask that you accept this".
Takao, not used to having Midorima at his mercy, decided to take full advantage of the situation by asking, “What do you want us to be to each other?".
Midorima, in response bluntly said, “Friends...and... possibly more than that".
Takao, wanting to test how malleable Midorima had become, commanded: “I accept...but...kiss me". He matched, Midorima’s, prior dislocated sentence.
Suddenly, like a whirlwind, Midorima was standing tall, one hand behind Takao's lower back and the other supporting his neck as he classily, bent Takao back into a salsa dip, for a deep, full mouthed kiss.
Finally, propping Takao upright after meeting his bewildered eyes, Midorima decided to gain back his control. “Well, that should shut you up for awhile”.
Takao, not impressed by Midorima’s unromantic comment, decided to wind him up a little. “So, Shin Chan, how was your month of solitude?”.
Midorima, responding indignantly with his nose in the air and said, “I was perfectly fine”. “You needn’t have worried”.
“No, you weren’t, countered Takao, you were alone with no one to talk to". “You know, you better look after me, I’m kind of special, after all”.
“That’s enough Takao”, grumbled Midorima with a slight, hidden smile creeping up the corners of his mouth.
All of a sudden, Takao asked a bombshell of a question, “So, Shin Chan, how long do you think it will be until sex?”.
Appearing to sway on the spot in shock, Midorima suddenly grabbed Takao's head and ruffled his hair. Realizing, the depth of what Takao had just asked, he straightforwardly retorted. “Be more prudent Takao and enjoy the moment”.
“Yeah, yeah” said Takao, “I guess, but we will talk about this later". “I hope I’m not looking at hibernation for the unforeseeable future”.
“Oh yeah, what did you get me anyway”, wondered Takao aloud, as he suddenly remembered to unwrap his white day present.
After the last of the wrapping had come away, revealing the marshmallow bunnies, Takao looked at Midorima with a sideways glance and teased, “Shin Chan, soooooo cute!”. “I bet you needed help to pick this out".
“For your information, I chose it myself". “Be grateful”, added Midorima.
“Why?”, asked Takao. “You’re lucky to have me". “But thanks".
“I am hungry”, declared Midorima. “I am in the mood for Ramen”.
“Yeah, I’m starving”. “Hmm, it looks like the cherry blossoms will be early again this year". “One more kiss, Shin Chan?”. “It’s good luck under the first blossoms of the season”.
“Fine! “But don’t make a habit of this in public!”.
With Takao's arms reaching around Midorima’s neck and Midorima in turn, encompassing Takao's waist, they kissed, meaningfully...until they were interrupted by two shrieking girls. Alas, they had been sprung!
“Takao!”. “What did I warn you!”.
“Oh well, the cat's out of the bag now". “At least there’s only a week left of school”. “Let’s grab that Ramen”, finalized Takao, trying to calm a furious Midorima.
“Takao, come". Instructed Midorima, already walking away. “There is no point worrying about the opinions of the worthless”. “Let's take our leave".
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