A Walk in the Park

I don't own Kuroko No Basuke or it's characters but I DO own a jar of peanut butter that expired in 2009

"Akashi-kun." I nodded in greeting, my eyes gently raised to meet his gaze. "Good Morning."

Akashi pulled out the seat across from me and sat down, not once breaking eye contact.

"Why are you here?" I took the chance of asking, making sure to avoid adding any interest to my tone as to hide my genuine curiosity.

"The owner if this café has some business with my father and I came in his place so as to build a relationship with my future clients." He responded smoothly.

I was slightly impressed he was already training to take over in his father's business, not that I let that show of course, yet I that didn't stop my speculation on the coincidence we seemed to meet at the same café at the exact same time.

"Although, we have just finished discussing matters so would you mind if I join you for the rest of your visit?" His velvety request left me with little resolve to deny him and the way the light caught his eyes had me holding in a sigh. Broke my heart or not, I couldn't deny that Akashi Seijuro was extremely attractive and I was weak to looks (with the obvious exception of a certain blonde copy-cat). My head gave a nod of affirmation as my mind gave futile arguments to leave him right then and there.

"You know," He began, leaning forward slightly, giving me a better view of his perfectly sculpted face created by God himself-ok I needed to concentrate on something other than his looks. "I haven't seen you since you left the club, even noticing you in this small café was straining, by chance are you becoming more invisible?" His smile (if the slightest upturn of his lips could really be considered a smile) indicated he wasn't completely serious, however it was getting increasingly difficult to read him these days. Was this how it was when people tried to talk to her?

"So…what are your plans for high school?"

Resting his chin in his hand he replied coolly "I'm going to attend Rakuzan high school of course, just like my father. What about yourself?"

"I haven't quite decided, probably just a local powerhouse." I wondered to myself if I would go through with that, would I even have the time to play basketball whilst taking care of my, well our, baby? I kicked the discussion out of my mind for now.

"Oh? Shutoku then with Midorima?"

I shook my head no in response. I didn't want to play with the miracles; I wanted to knock them off their pedestals.

Unexpectedly, a warm and slightly calloused hand cupped my cheek. Instinctively I leaned into it further.

"Why don't you come to Rakuzan with me? While I know I broke off our relationship for the purpose of my family position, I want you to know that I still want to be with you." His proposal and gentle embrace had me using all my willpower to stop from exclaiming 'yes!' in the middle of the café.

"I-I'll have to think it over Akashi-kun." I whispered.

Akashi hummed a response and continued to caress my face. In order to keep my composure I chanted inside my head how he had left me, betrayed me and so dearly loved me-wait! I was doing it again. No, I would not fall for this Akashi. I loved the old Akashi who worked to win and cared about other's feelings, the one who would sit with me in silence at the library for hours on end just to give me company, who would kiss my cheek and hold me close when we were alone. I missed the Akashi who I loved, and loved me as well.

"Tetsuna." His strong voice pulled me out of my reverie and got my attention instantly. His mismatching eyes flitted across and eyed my shopping bag. What is this for?" He accentuated his question with a raised brow.

Maintaining an expressionless face, "I bought some new clothes for my half-brother." It was not too much of a stretch, I had already thought up an excuse whilst drinking my milkshake in case somebody asked.

"I see." Akashi glanced at his watch before turning to take my hand and give it a gentle kiss. "I apologise but I have to go, think through my offer Tetsuna." And with that he stood and left the café.

I kept my gaze on him as he exited and slipped into the back of a sleek onyx car. Akashi was a busy man but I couldn't help but selfishly wishing him to abandon his company for our family.

No. I wouldn't put Akashi through this burden. Not yet at least.

I finished my milkshake and walked back home, picking up some groceries on the way.

At home I lied down on the bed and thought about my earlier questions.

Would I still be playing basketball after my child is born? Basketball takes a lot out of my free time, I could always take them to a day care but I'm not sure if I could afford that on top of everything else I'll need for the baby and the school I got to also needs to actually allow the fact that I have a child in the first place. I've also been neglecting practicing basketball so I would probably be very rusty when school starts next year; overall I'm not sure if I would continue.

Yet thinking about basketball made me crave the rush of the sport, the feel of the basketballs grip on my palm and sweat cooling my face.

Before I knew it I had gotten up and was sifting through my drawers for training gear, the opportunity to play wouldn't last long before my stomach had grown too big to move around.

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There was park around the block that had a basketball court, however the chances of them being free in the holidays were slim. I knew this and yet I couldn't help the disappointment when a group of boys probably in high school where currently occupying said court.

It was then I noticed the sound of a whistle blowing and the familiar manoeuvres from training did I realise they weren't playing around but practicing.

I sat on a bench off to the side and watched them play. There were around 5 of them and the person blowing the whistle happened to be a girl around the same age as them. The way they laughed and played with such trust and earnest brought a whip to my face on what a team could be, I couldn't help comparing them to the so called team I used to play with. Part of me was filled with jealousy and another of desire. Desire to have had what they have, to enjoy basketball with my teammates as much as them.

It clicked then that I actually could be a part of that. I scanned for any sign of their school, if there was one to begin with when I noticed that one bag in their multi-coloured pile had a Seirin high school logo.

It wasn't enough evidence though that this was the official team, and if I wanted to defeat the miracles the school had to have at least a bit of strength. Which is why I began walking towards the girl with the whistle, hoping not to disturb the players.

"Seirin high school?" I asked, she startled a little but didn't scream which I was thankful for.

"Oh! Sorry yeah, we're training for the inter high."

"Are you guys a strong school?"

"We only started the club last year but these boys made it to the finals!" The brunette had beamed with pride as she recalled their feats.

I didn't say anything in response and sauntered off. Seirin high school. They seemed like the dark horses I need.

Back at home I propped my unused ball to the side of my bed and hopped onto my laptop. I Googled the school and found their website. A few clicks here and there showed me that it had only opened up last year and was not too far of a trip from my apartment.

I grabbed my phone and punched in the numbers from my screen, waiting for it to ring I crossed my fingers.

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Oh hi! Long time no see! Ha…haha…ha…

I'm pretty unsatisfied with this chapter but I knew you guys were getting impatient so I thought 'What the heck'

Also a touch of AkaKuro for my thirsty readers, but fear not for more will come, just not for a while. Also for anybody wondering; Kuroko is currently 8 weeks pregnant. Updates are pretty slow but that's mainly because I do this In my spare time when I want to, I really try to keep writing and your faves, follows and reviews really do help me to write a little bit at the time :)

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