Kuroko no Basket Drabble (04.23 Severely Tickled)
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Severely Tickled (2012.04.22)
Grumpily he rang Kise.
He picked up after two rings. The sound of muted chatter in the background abruptly cut off with the thunk of a door closing. "Kagaminecchi?" Kise asked confusedly.
"Where are you?" Kagamine asked confusedly.
"At a shoot. What's up?"
"I can't find Kuroko."
There was dumb silence from the other end. Then, thoughtfully, "He could be there."
"Where?"
"Hmm...it's a bit hard to find...you know where Teikou JHS is?"
"Yeah? Your old school?"
"Yeah...the Gourmet City past the shopping strip that's a block down? Do you know that supermarket?"
"Is it something I can navi on my phone?"
"Oh yeah, of course. Kuroko might be on the top floor there."
With some trepidation, Kagami stepped into the supermarket. He passed the old ladies and mothers with squalling babies feeling as if every eye was on him, wondering what he was doing here. As it was, most of them were probably wondering where the giant person came from and did his parents feed him too much USDA beef when he was little? (Which was true, but besides the point).
The top floor turned out to be...a miniature game center. Kagami stepped into the area feeling completely out of place. He'd never visited one of these places, not even in America - he'd never seen the point of tossing tokens into a UFO catcher or one of those press-the-button-for-the-prize games. Even when his parents had taken him to Las Vegas, his brother had played all the games; Kagami had been quite mesmerized by the circus performers spinning around and around in the air. He hadn't played boardwalk or arcade games when he was with his friends, because he never wanted stuffed animals. Waste of space, really.
Frowning at the sparkling lights and the chatter of automated voices telling him to come give their machine a whirl, he spied there was a board set up on the back with a hoop on it. There was no one in front of it - in fact, the whole place was empty as far as he could tell - but something in him wanted to try it, just to see. It was only 100 yen, after all.
But just as he was about to slide the coin in the slot, a pale hand stopped him. "It's pretty hard, Kagami-kun," Kuroko told him.
He'd half-been expecting the pale boy to pop up somewhere, so it wasn't a total surprise. "Are you any good at it?" Kuroko nodded immediately.
"I live near here, so I used to come here all the time," he explained.
"Show me," Kagami said, slid the coin in and stood aside.
The bottom slot open and revealed two balls. Kuroko grabbed one and made it in. It rolled back into the slot but Kuroko was already shooting the second one. This one bounced off and missed; Kagami caught it before it bounced out and threw it back in the slot.
The ticker showed Kuroko still had forty seconds to go. He threw until his arms got tired, and then Kagami tossed one. It bounced off. The last three he threw also didn't go in.
As the machine chugged out a number of tickets, Kagami grunted in acknowledgement. "I get your meaning," he muttered as Kuroko didn't-smile at him.
"Here," and Kuroko stepped into the circle of his arms, so Kagami was left cradling his shoulders in confusion. "Lean in, put your hands on mine, feel how I shoot."
He did as he was told. Kuroko's light hair tickled his nose, not just because it had the bizarre tendency to crawl up, but because his shampoo was something clean and smooth and gave Kagami the very unfamiliar urge to tuck Kuroko under his chin like a child. Kuroko had apparently been up here for a while doing something physically demanding, because his skin had that pink, worked-out heat to it. His hands were larger than Kuroko's by a good centimeter, and somehow that made him flush uncomfortably.
Kuroko leaned comfortably against him, back-to-front, machine whirling to life and the ball in his hands. The first shot made Kagami's stomach churn as Kuroko reached for the basket, the ball flying out of their hands to swish into the basket. From this distance he could feel every breath Kuroko took as he steadied his hands and readied for another shot. As he made it, the butterflies rose in a fluttering storm in his stomach again.
So this was what it would feel like with Kuroko in his arms, breathing, living, warm and sated and so close Kagami could fear every thump of their hearts beating together.
When the buzzer sounded, Kagami let go in a daze. Abruptly he realized he didn't learn anything except for that Kuroko could reach his nose if he stepped on his tiptoes. Kuroko seemed to realize this too, because he pulled over a nearby stepping stool and set it right in front of the ball slot. Then, with Kagami kneeling on it and Kuroko too close behind him, he tossed a third coin into the slot.
He tossed the first one. It didn't go in. Kuroko held his arms up higher from behind. The next one his light fingers jabbed Kagami right when he let the ball fly, and - miracles of miracles, it went in.
Kagami frowned, his competitive spirit stirring. It was just a goddamn machine, after all. He could beat a stupid hoop set on a wall and a stupid buzzer that only gave him a minute to do so. He crouched low on the stool, measuring the hoop, how much smaller it was, how his balls had bounced before. Kuroko's hands on his arms were supporting him, lifting him -
- it went in. He let his breath out in a whoosh as the buzzer went off.
When he turned Kuroko was looking as pleased as a poker face like his could look. "We can get something from the prize counter, Kagami-kun," he said and, hand around Kagami's wrist, began to lead him towards the table in the back.
"Wait," Kagami whispered, dry-mouthed. When Kuroko turned back to him he jerked that hand towards him and leaned in until Kuroko's mouth was meshed against his. He swallowed the sound of surprise and clutched that body closer, closer so Kuroko was so tight in his arms and all he could smelltouchfeel was Kuroko's scent, his softness, the burn of his star under Kagami's hands.
When they parted Kuroko's eyes were shut. His hair was soft as Kagami cradled his head against his shoulder. His mind whirled with how can I like him this way and nothing matters except for this but most of all he was confused, because in his life before there'd been only the orange ball and the hoop but now there was a person there too, among the things he trusted.
Why do I like you so much rose to the tip of his tongue, but in that next moment Kuroko disentangled himself. "Kagami-kun," he said, and with the murmur of his own name Kagami felt his heart pound once, hard. "The prizes." And he gave Kagami's shoulder a poke to bring him back to reality.
He blinked and poked Kuroko back. "Lead the way," he grunted, and gave Kuroko's hand one last squeeze before they left the basketball machines behind.
Fandom: Kuroko no Basket
Rating: uhhhh PG for a kiss? and naughty thoughts?
Pairing: Kagami/Kuroko
Notes: Haha I'm on a roll! Though it's really just more UST...
Severely Tickled (2012.04.22)
Grumpily he rang Kise.
He picked up after two rings. The sound of muted chatter in the background abruptly cut off with the thunk of a door closing. "Kagaminecchi?" Kise asked confusedly.
"Where are you?" Kagamine asked confusedly.
"At a shoot. What's up?"
"I can't find Kuroko."
There was dumb silence from the other end. Then, thoughtfully, "He could be there."
"Where?"
"Hmm...it's a bit hard to find...you know where Teikou JHS is?"
"Yeah? Your old school?"
"Yeah...the Gourmet City past the shopping strip that's a block down? Do you know that supermarket?"
"Is it something I can navi on my phone?"
"Oh yeah, of course. Kuroko might be on the top floor there."
With some trepidation, Kagami stepped into the supermarket. He passed the old ladies and mothers with squalling babies feeling as if every eye was on him, wondering what he was doing here. As it was, most of them were probably wondering where the giant person came from and did his parents feed him too much USDA beef when he was little? (Which was true, but besides the point).
The top floor turned out to be...a miniature game center. Kagami stepped into the area feeling completely out of place. He'd never visited one of these places, not even in America - he'd never seen the point of tossing tokens into a UFO catcher or one of those press-the-button-for-the-prize games. Even when his parents had taken him to Las Vegas, his brother had played all the games; Kagami had been quite mesmerized by the circus performers spinning around and around in the air. He hadn't played boardwalk or arcade games when he was with his friends, because he never wanted stuffed animals. Waste of space, really.
Frowning at the sparkling lights and the chatter of automated voices telling him to come give their machine a whirl, he spied there was a board set up on the back with a hoop on it. There was no one in front of it - in fact, the whole place was empty as far as he could tell - but something in him wanted to try it, just to see. It was only 100 yen, after all.
But just as he was about to slide the coin in the slot, a pale hand stopped him. "It's pretty hard, Kagami-kun," Kuroko told him.
He'd half-been expecting the pale boy to pop up somewhere, so it wasn't a total surprise. "Are you any good at it?" Kuroko nodded immediately.
"I live near here, so I used to come here all the time," he explained.
"Show me," Kagami said, slid the coin in and stood aside.
The bottom slot open and revealed two balls. Kuroko grabbed one and made it in. It rolled back into the slot but Kuroko was already shooting the second one. This one bounced off and missed; Kagami caught it before it bounced out and threw it back in the slot.
The ticker showed Kuroko still had forty seconds to go. He threw until his arms got tired, and then Kagami tossed one. It bounced off. The last three he threw also didn't go in.
As the machine chugged out a number of tickets, Kagami grunted in acknowledgement. "I get your meaning," he muttered as Kuroko didn't-smile at him.
"Here," and Kuroko stepped into the circle of his arms, so Kagami was left cradling his shoulders in confusion. "Lean in, put your hands on mine, feel how I shoot."
He did as he was told. Kuroko's light hair tickled his nose, not just because it had the bizarre tendency to crawl up, but because his shampoo was something clean and smooth and gave Kagami the very unfamiliar urge to tuck Kuroko under his chin like a child. Kuroko had apparently been up here for a while doing something physically demanding, because his skin had that pink, worked-out heat to it. His hands were larger than Kuroko's by a good centimeter, and somehow that made him flush uncomfortably.
Kuroko leaned comfortably against him, back-to-front, machine whirling to life and the ball in his hands. The first shot made Kagami's stomach churn as Kuroko reached for the basket, the ball flying out of their hands to swish into the basket. From this distance he could feel every breath Kuroko took as he steadied his hands and readied for another shot. As he made it, the butterflies rose in a fluttering storm in his stomach again.
So this was what it would feel like with Kuroko in his arms, breathing, living, warm and sated and so close Kagami could fear every thump of their hearts beating together.
When the buzzer sounded, Kagami let go in a daze. Abruptly he realized he didn't learn anything except for that Kuroko could reach his nose if he stepped on his tiptoes. Kuroko seemed to realize this too, because he pulled over a nearby stepping stool and set it right in front of the ball slot. Then, with Kagami kneeling on it and Kuroko too close behind him, he tossed a third coin into the slot.
He tossed the first one. It didn't go in. Kuroko held his arms up higher from behind. The next one his light fingers jabbed Kagami right when he let the ball fly, and - miracles of miracles, it went in.
Kagami frowned, his competitive spirit stirring. It was just a goddamn machine, after all. He could beat a stupid hoop set on a wall and a stupid buzzer that only gave him a minute to do so. He crouched low on the stool, measuring the hoop, how much smaller it was, how his balls had bounced before. Kuroko's hands on his arms were supporting him, lifting him -
- it went in. He let his breath out in a whoosh as the buzzer went off.
When he turned Kuroko was looking as pleased as a poker face like his could look. "We can get something from the prize counter, Kagami-kun," he said and, hand around Kagami's wrist, began to lead him towards the table in the back.
"Wait," Kagami whispered, dry-mouthed. When Kuroko turned back to him he jerked that hand towards him and leaned in until Kuroko's mouth was meshed against his. He swallowed the sound of surprise and clutched that body closer, closer so Kuroko was so tight in his arms and all he could smelltouchfeel was Kuroko's scent, his softness, the burn of his star under Kagami's hands.
When they parted Kuroko's eyes were shut. His hair was soft as Kagami cradled his head against his shoulder. His mind whirled with how can I like him this way and nothing matters except for this but most of all he was confused, because in his life before there'd been only the orange ball and the hoop but now there was a person there too, among the things he trusted.
Why do I like you so much rose to the tip of his tongue, but in that next moment Kuroko disentangled himself. "Kagami-kun," he said, and with the murmur of his own name Kagami felt his heart pound once, hard. "The prizes." And he gave Kagami's shoulder a poke to bring him back to reality.
He blinked and poked Kuroko back. "Lead the way," he grunted, and gave Kuroko's hand one last squeeze before they left the basketball machines behind.
Fandom: Kuroko no Basket
Rating: uhhhh PG for a kiss? and naughty thoughts?
Pairing: Kagami/Kuroko
Notes: Haha I'm on a roll! Though it's really just more UST...