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After The Race To March	By : GeoBurr Category: -Misc Anime > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 18 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroko no Basuke nor any of its characters. This is simply an artistic expression, and full credit goes to the mangaka and creator of the anime. Peace.

Chapter List
- 1-The Rose with a Note
- 2-Choose One and Choose Wisely.
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- 2
Note: - In an official character bio page. It mentioned that Midorima was proficient at classical piano as a hobby outside of basket ball. So I guess thats canon, so I went with it. Excited for feedback:)
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Start:
More than 6 months had passed since Shintaro Midorima and Kazunari Takao agreed to change the nature of their relationship from teammates/friends to something they both refused to admit to anyone. Although a few people had a hunch.
The First and Third Sunday of the month is scheduled as a secret ‘study night’. Although to Takao, it represented hopefully taking their physical antics to the next level...however...
The thing to understand, is Midorima has always been a mysterious and self-assured individual. That is, until an autonomous figure really studied him, similar to a science experiment, in-depth and within parameters.
Takao is one of the few who have been granted such a privilege. Confident, resilient and equipped with a killer sense of humor; Takao has witnessed anger and gentle care, strife and ambivalence, laughter and tears; be presented to him all within a single day from his hard-exteriored and uptight friend.
Although, ‘friend’ was an inadequate word as of present, as they were both enjoying their post-High School lease to life; currently, during one of their study nights, were locked inside Midorima’s ‘antique store’ inspired bedroom, kissing expressively while Takao was trying to one handily un-loop his counterparts belt buckle.
“Takao, enough!”. “I forbid you”, spoke Midorima, with deep warning in his voice.
“If not now, then when Shin?”, countered Takao in his best satiny, seductive voice.
Clearly irritated, Midorima spoke in a low decibel tone, “Can you not!”. “At least try to act hard to get?”. “Although, of course you can’t, being a Scorpio!”.
“Shin-Chan! we have had three years to get acquainted”. “How will I know when you are ready?”, wined Takao, clearly sexually frustrated as he rocked side-to-side, next to his now, new dating-partner.
“Oh, you will know", reassured Midorima, giving one of his know-it-all looks. “Let us end today".
...
Three weeks had past, since Takao was last permitted entry into a secluded room alone with Midorima. Whenever they spoke on the phone, it was brief. Ditto, when they went on their ‘efficient’, or more so speed dates, consisting of 7-Eleven store thrifty food while walking on the way to an academic library or subway station.
Takao deeply understood Midorima’s packed schedule of attending Tokyo’s top university, while juggling his new enigmatic part-time job and being selected as a shooter for one of Tokyo’s national basketball teams. Nevertheless, he was still hopeful that his raging carnal needs would get fulfilled sooner, rather than later.
Midorima, seeming to read his mind, simply spoke, “Soon Takao". “Have patience, otherwise one runs the risk of unfulfilling certain stages of this arrangement”.
Taking a moment to be thoughtful, Takao replied, “I know that Shin". “It’s just, I want what I want”. “It’s not like I can help it!".
“Let me give you a proposition”, spoke Midorima sturdily. “Listen carefully; this Saturday evening, I want you to make your way to the Rendezvous lounge and bar, inside of the Tokyo Imperial Hotel”. “I expect you to dress like you are attending the interview of your life”. “Speak to no one and pretend that you do not know me”. “The rest will be revealed at the time". “Is this clearly understood?”.
Takao, taking this all in, said in puzzlement while gleefully chuckling, “What on earth are you planning Shin Chan, a bank heist or perhaps a high-rank kidnapping?”.
“Takao, don’t be ridiculous”. “Or should I cancel these plans due to your immaturity?”.
“Oh no, that won’t be necessary”, replied to Takao. “Although, it wouldn’t hurt for you to grow a sense of humour", he concluded.
Turning to face his shorter companion, Midorima spoke matter of factly, “You might be surprised, by how many changes I have made for you". “Well, enough said, I must be off". “I shall message you the details and don’t you dare embarrass me".
“Will you be carrying a gigantic baseball bat or hedge clippers on the day?”. “Depending on your lucky item and its double use as a weapon, I might not get the chance”, bantered Takao, while stifling down a mischievous grin.
However, Midorima was already halfway down the street, with a single hand waving backhandedly, as in to imply ‘dismissed’ in Takao's direction.
‘Interesting’, internalized Takao. ‘I wonder...surely not?’.
...
As per the official instructions via text message, Takao, arrived fully suited with polished gentleman’s shoes, through the glittering entrance of the Imperial Tokyo Hotel at 6:50pm on Saturday evening.
It was pure grand splendour. The decor was gold and dark brown with solid wood cabinetry and detailing. The bar was soulful, with antique square lighting and expensive liquor bottles from around the cornerstones of the world.
Looking around, feeling like he couldn’t even afford the basic tea option on the drink’s menu, suddenly an envelope was forced into his hands. Meeting each other’s eyes for half a second, Midorima gave a serious nod before walking away.
Takao, realizing that Midorima was wearing a black suit, similar to that of an orchestral conductor’s uniform, when seconds later he witnessed him quite fittingly sit down with poise at the centre-piece Grand Piano.
Hands at the ready, Midorima commenced to moodily play a slow arousing piece from one of the classical masters of the romance or baroque period with confidence and ease… ‘so...this is his secret part-time job’. ‘I honestly would never have guessed', thought Takao in wonderment at tonight’s turn of events.
Looking down at the envelope, turning it over and opening the seal, Takao explored the contents. There was a hotel room swipe card, enough Yen for dinner and a soda, as well as a handwritten note: ‘Speak only to the female waitress as guests are forbidden to be under the age of 20’. ‘Once you have wined and dined yourself or get bored, go to the designated room and stay there’. ‘P.S. Feel free to tip the pianist’.
...
An hour had past, and Takao was left feeling secretly amorous from the forbiddance of dining amongst the high rollers of Ginza.
Currently, he was watching his green haired companion fill the room with elaborate musicality, imparting such depth and expressive mood that it made his toes curl. The entire experience was nothing short of intoxicating.
The current piece had just come to an end. Upon finishing, Midorima got up and humbly bowed to the occupants of the room.
While retreating back to behind the black lacquered piano, Midorima locked his eyes with Takao as if to say, ‘Don’t overstay your welcome’.
Giving a curt nod in reply, Takao got up and made his way to the room number, as per the provided card key.
Upon arriving to the suite, it was apparent that it was expensive. Located on the corner of the second to top floor, it came apt with wall-to-wall windows, providing panoramic views of the surrounding, twinkling skyscrapers and at that moment, the suns fiery kiss to the evening’s dusky sky.
The apartment suite was further jazzed out with a loungette, a super-king-sized bed, a separate dining room, a bathroom full of amenities, complete with a Jacuzzi and Hokkaido region bubble bath.
Eyeing the bed with risqué thoughts of what was to follow, his eyes settled upon a single rose with a note. Unravelling the note, it read:
Dear Takao.
I express in all seriousness, that you must treat this space as well as what is to follow sacredly.
There will be no return after this, as I declare tonight, our beginning to a new life.
I finish at 11:00pm.
I trust you will bath and redress for my arrival.
Regards
Shin.
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