Title: Before The Evening Star (1/?)
Authors: Cho Luna and Fausey
Fandom: Kuroko no Basket, Skyrim
Pairing: friendships: Aomine/Kuroko, Murasakibara/Himuro, Midorima/Takao
Word count: 6,012
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A mythical dragon ruins a school trip, and six dragonborns involved find theirselves in a dangerous mission to kill the dragon.
PS: There's a teaser for this FF, you can read it/ not, it's up to you
but I suggest you to read it since it's really cooool XD click here to read!A/N: so this fic is actually a crossover between Kuroko no Basket characters and Skyrim world and its storyline (an adventure game). But we don’t copy the storyline as it is since we add small things to fit in the characters. You can google the places and things if you want to see it, but we pretty much described them in this fic, and this is a map of Skyrim if you’re curious. Lastly, we hope you are enjoying and anticipating this fic as much as we are and we thank you for being a reader~ xoxo, F&L.
Chapter 1: A Long Way to Solitude
Mondas, 28th of The Rain’s Hand
"Dragonborn, Dragonborn, by his honor is sworn,
To keep evil forever at bay!
And the fiercest foes rout when they hear triumph's shout,
Dragonborn, for your blessing we pray!
Hearken now, sons of snow, to an age, long ago,
And the tale, boldly told, of the one!
Who was kin to both wyrm, and the races of man,
With a power to rival the sun!
And the voice, he did wield, on that glorious field,
When great Tamriel shuddered with war!
Mighty Thu'um, like a blade, cut through enemies all,
As the Dragonborn issued his roar!
Dragonborn, Dragonborn, by his honor is sworn,
To keep evil forever at bay!
And the fiercest foes rout when they hear triumph's shout,
Dragonborn, for your blessing we pray!
And the Scrolls have foretold, of black wings in the cold,
That when brothers wage war come unfurled!
Alduin, Bane of Kings, ancient shadow unbound,
With a hunger to swallow the world!
But a day, shall arise, when the dark dragon's lies,
Will be silenced forever and then!
Fair Skyrim will be free from foul Alduin's maw!
Dragonborn be the savior of men!
Dragonborn, Dragonborn, by his honor is sworn,
To keep evil forever at bay!
And the fiercest foes rout when they hear triumph's shout,
Dragonborn, for your blessing we pray!"
"..Aomine-kun, have you memorized the lyric of this song?" a sky-blue haired boy touched his friend's shoulder, who was busy keeping a spinning plate on his index finger from falling.
But well,
"HHEE- GUAHH-!!"
'Prang.'
Maybe he was too distracted for it after all.
"... YO TETSUYA KUROKO, CAN'T YOU JUST STOP APPEARING SUDDENLY LIKE THAT-!" the sky-blue haired boy's friend lashed at him, his face a mixture of anger and shock.
"Gomenasai,” replied the boy, who is apparently called Kuroko, while hiding his mumbling lips with a book he was reading. “But actually I have been sitting there since you started spinning that plate..." He defended as his blue eyes stared at the plate's fragments intensely. Aomine grumbled in return.
"...Ahhh, never mind Tetsu-kun. I know there is no creature in this world that can feel your presence," replied Aomine, crouching down, his hands starting to collect the fragments of the plate reluctantly but carefully.
"Ung," Kuroko squatted too, helping his best friend to clean up the mess he indirectly made earlier.
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.
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The atmosphere between Kuroko and Aomine felt awkwardly silent for about a minute until Aomine, who hates that kind of atmosphere, broke the ice between them.
"Eto- Tetsu kun?"
"Doushita no, Aomine-kun?"
"..Are you sure with your decision to continue your school in Solitude? Why don't you just go to the central city, since it's closer from here and all?” He asked, still not accepting his friend’s decision yet.
"Iie. You know...Solitude is much safer and wealthier than Whiterun... And the tutors there are more kakkoi too…” replied Kuroko with a blank stare, imagining how would it be if he is to live there for real. “Because of that, from now on I must learn how to wield a sword, archery, magicka controlling, about the history and economy of Skyrim, and also work harder, Aomine-kun,” he continued.
Struck into silence, Aomine was deep into thought when Kuroko threw him a sudden question.
“I’m also tired of living in a small village like Rorikstead. Aren’t you tired, too, Aomine-kun?” Kuroko asked, face still calm as usual.
“To be honest, Tetsu, I am also sick of living my life in this fucking small village- this village is too damn small, y’know? How the heck could a village only got 4 houses in it?” Aomine grunted at him, wanting a bigger village to live in.
“Well, I heard Ivarstead’s only got 3 houses..” Kuroko gave him a slight smile, trying to console him.
“..I’d rather die than living in such a village,” Aomine answered uncaringly, with a yawn added at the end.
“Then die,” Kuroko answered, reaching out to Aomine’s waist, wiggling his fingers around it. Aomine screamed for a second before lurching his body away as he swatted Kuroko’s hand away, shouting warnings (and partly profanities) at him.
“DON’T YOU DARE TETSU, DON’T YOU DA- GYAHAHAHA~~! FUCK, GO AWAY TET- GYAHAHA~~!”
“FUCK YOU TETSU YOU’RE NOT GETTING AWAY”
“Wa- wait Aomine-ku-- Ahaha~ No stopp~ Ahaha~”
“You deserve this, Tetsu~ HAHAHAHA-- Fuck, wait, not again-- GYAHAHA~!”
And that was how the conversation about their future got drowned in their laughter as the night deepens, slowly draining their shouts into snores.
X.O.X.O
Loredas, 10th of The Second Seed
He’s in a medium field, creeping behind his friend’s back as quietly as possible. The other boy, not noticing anything, kept planting his share of potatoes and cabbages, movements swift, quiet, precise. Smirking, Aomine raised his right hand, now only a meter behind the smaller boy, swinging it down again with a thud voice as his hand collides with a small back. The back splutters forward then, losing to the force of his right hand combined with gravity.
“Oh my, Kuroko, you’re falling just with that?” Aomine said, quite amused, as he helps his friend to stand back up with a low chuckle.
“Well, I think you knew already that I’m that weak, Aomine-kun,” the smaller boy retorted jokingly, hitting Aomine’s chest playfully as he tried to shake away the dirts sticking to his clothes with a small chuckle. “But I’m okay.”
“But hey, listen! I’ve got a news for you - a good one, perhaps,” Aomine said, tone eager, face all smiles.
“Really? What’s that?” Kuroko asked back, growing curious with Aomine’s sudden eagerness, with the fact that he’s uninterested with everything like 98% of the time.
“I’m going to continue my study in Solitude with you!” Aomine said, flooding mirth into Kuroko’s blank face.
“Eeh--? Really? Why so suddenly?” Kuroko asked, demanding for Aomine’s elaboration at the sudden big news. Aomine just gave him a smile and shrugged. “I don’t know.. I just wanted to go away from this small village.”
“So...when are you go to Solitude, then?” Aomine asked, already excited to train with his best friend. Kuroko gave him a slight smile, pondering a bit before answered, waveringly. “I think I’ll leave at 30th of The Second Seed… Maybe? I heard the new semester begins at the 1st of The Midyear... If I got accepted, that is.”
“Actually, Kuroko, I think we should leave a day earlier, since the distance between Rorikstead and Solitude is very far, just to avoid the risk of being late…” Aomine said. Kuroko ponders for about three seconds before nodding, face turning playful only a second after.
“You’re right, Aomine-kun.. When did you got smarter?” Kuroko grinned at Aomine, who then flails around grumpily, following Kuroko home.
X.O.X.O
Sundas, 11th of The Second Seed
The sound of guitar being strummed flowed throughout the bar. Believe, Believe, the singer sung. The dragonborn comes! A young man, sitting in the middle of the room, alone but not lonely, scoffed into his glass as he swallows a lump of the tipple in it, the taste bitter, biting. A man in his forties ran across the room, standing tall behind the lone man.
“Kise Ryouta?” the man asked, followed suit by a nod from the young man. The older man rummaged through his old leather bag then, producing a white, clean envelope, sealed by a red, hard wax stamp. The wolf on the wax stared back at him, red and strong. The young man took the envelope, never forgetting a simple coin as a token of gratitude towards the courier. The older man took the coin, legs walking out of the bar, face smug.
The young man returned to the white envelope, tearing the wolf logo apart with a pull, showing a white paper with the slightest yellow shade inside it. He pulled the paper out, pushing the folds open. There is a row of words in the top, middle of the page reads COLLEGE OF SOLITUDE, emblazoned in size 30 of luminous gold print, different from other strong, black words. His yellow orbs scanned through the black prints before he closed the paper, tossing it back into the envelope with a sniffled squeal of yeah as his long legs straighten, leading him outside the bar with long, excited strolls.
X.O.X.O
The room is quiet, only filled by the occasional clack sound of the wooden pieces of shogi moved by 5 slender, white fingers of a young man, attitude describes calm and noble. His right hand, in the midst of lifting a wooden piece of shogi, immediately stilled upon the sudden sound of knocks on the sliding doors.
“Excuse me, young master,” a voice of a young lady in her early twenties found its way through a thin gap between the sliding door and the door frame. “I have been handed a message for you from the College of Solitude,” she continued.
“Come in,” the young man ordered, voice clear and full of authority. The young lady, apparently his maid, creaked open the sliding door, slipping into the young master’s room quietly, every steps careful and calculated - trying to avoid anything that may invoke the young master’s wrath. She placed the letter on the young master’s silently extended palm, bowing respectfully before leaving the quiet room, closing the door back behind her back.
Tearing the red seal carefully, He took the envelope’s content out, leaving a small tearing on the envelope in the process. Unfolding the yellow-stained paper, his red orbs scanned through the black ink. Almost ten seconds later he closed the paper back, letting out an arrogant scoff as the corners of his mouth creeps upwards, flashing a cold, arrogant smirk to nothing but himself. And soon, the room was no longer filled by the rustling sound of papers, but once again by the clack of one wood piece meeting others.
X.O.X.O
Sundas, 18th of The Second Seed
The sun was scorching hot when Aomine groans loudly in annoyance.
“Kuroko, won’t you fucking sit down and wait?” He scowled, stopping the other man in his track, turning to him. “You will still see the postman coming without going to the mailbox every, like, five seconds.”
“But. Excited.” said Kuroko, lips puckering to a pout, defying himself - which most absolutely didn’t work. Aomine squinted at him for almost ten seconds, judging hard instead of accepting, and gives up with an exasperated sigh.
“Whatever.”
He turned back to his long sword, slicing the straw dummy placed in the center of their houseyard on the chest with a lazy swing. The dummy drops, now two pieces, as Aomine swirls to his right and cuts another dummy in half. He hops, shifts to his left, right, stomps, thrusts, and in no time the dummies circling him is now on the ground, limp, cut in - at least - half, and the training swordsman slipped in his long sword into its wood holder with a quiet clink.
A few repetitions, and a man in his fifties comes sauntering at the direction of the house. Eyes big in eagerness, the jittery small man came running at him, anticipating tone asking a question of do you have some letters for us and the older man fishes two white letters, branded in red seals, giving it to the young man who snatchs it in no time. Thanking words exchanged, and the old man leaves, while the young man runs inside the house, shouting it came to the practicing tanned man.
Happy shouts are heard as the small man catches a word of acceptance printed on the yellowish paper inside the white envelope while the taller man jogs at him, hands snatching the other envelope put on the dark brown table, tanned hands tearing it open in a haste, and soon two shouts of happiness melts into one between the smiles and laughs shared in the small house.
It took them thirty seconds of shouts and laughs before everything turns quiet, a tanned hand pushes a sky blue hair down, a shout of protest leaps before a tanned fist was outstretched, five seconds of silence, eyes reflecting each other’s smile, and then a pale fist comes forward, colliding black and white together in a comforting, enjoyable silence.
X.O.X.O
It was a warm evening, wind blowing gently over a river on the edge of Ivarstead Village, creating a small, small wave on the river called The Treva River. A green-haired young man walked into the shallow river slowly, movements muffled as to avoid any ripple that can scare the little fishes splashing happily inside the river, not aware of any death threat from the young man.
Grabbing the bow hung messily on his back using his left hand, he was pulling an iron arrow, gray and sharp, from a leather quiver adorned by eagle feathers when he heard a small splash created by the small fish, under the clear water’s invisible protection. His two green, sharp orbs scanned through the water surrounding him, searching for the source of the splash.
"Silverside Perch...", he mumbled to himself as he saw a silver-coloured fish, splashing once again on his right side. His eyes followed the silent, swift movement of the fish, gaze focused and sharp as he swifted his bow at the direction of the fish. He waited for a chance when the fish’s movement slows down and got ready to release his arrow. He pulled at the bow, aimed it, but before he was able to launch the arrow properly, a loud voice shot through his hearings without any warning, tilting his aim by a few centimeters out of shock.
"OOI SHIN-CHANNNNN!! MIDORIMA SHINTAROU!" A black-haired young man with a pair of slanted eyes gazing as sharp as an eagle, shouting loudly while running to his direction, right hand waving a letter at him.
The green-haired young man groaned loudly at the sight of his friend who broke his concentration earlier, right at the specific time when he released the arrow from the bow. This is what you call accuracy, he thought, not the slightest bit amused as the lucky Silverside Perch swam panickedly away from him, tails splashing around loudly out of hurry. Midorima could do nothing but watch his prey swam away from him, grunting at the other man inside his head. As the fish disappeared, he shifted his gaze to his friend's direction, face as annoyed as possible.
"TAKAO, OMAEEE!!" The annoyed man took a medium-sized stone from under his feet before throwing it to the direction of the other man.
"Ouch-!"
The stone which Midorima had threw hit Takao's forehead square in the middle.
"Shin-chan, why are you so mean... I came here in peace, you know~" he sulked at while stroking his forehead, swollen as a result to Midorima’s anger.
"Peace my ass. What’s that?" he pointed at a letter that Takao had been swinging before, face cold though he couldn't hide the curiosity in his eyes.
"A letter. For you, Midorima Shintarou~" Takao read his full name which was written on the envelope, making the name owner sulk.
"Catch this~" Takao threw the letter at Midorima's direction, posing like a man throwing a shuriken. Not enough strength, the piece of paper flew, following the wind's guide, landing on the flowing river water, riding the wave, drifting straight to the waterfall on their right side.
Seeing the red wolf sign on the red wax seal on the envelope, the green-eyed man quickly chased after the drifting letter, fortunately able to catch it only 5 meter away from the waterfall.
"Fuck you Takao, this is an important message," Midorima said while giving Takao a deadly stare, complete with the overwhelming killing aura, as his hand forcefully shaking the wet paper, hoping to shake the water off the wet paper.
"Che, do I look like I care?" Takao replied with his usual bad-boy smirk.
"Tch-", Midorima could only attempt to be calm when facing a tease like his childhood friend. His green orbs shifted back to the wet letter on his palm. He opened the seal slowly, carefully, afraid that the slightest mistake could damage the wet paper and turn it into a pulp.
He took the yellowish paper out of the envelope carefully, unfolding it before reading the text written on the letter.
Three seconds after, Midorima’s mood, which was ruined by Takao before, was brightened again by the words on the letter he had read. His sullen lips turned into a triumphant smirk with his eyes glinting in happiness, a sign that the letter brought him a good news.
“They accepted you, right?” Takao asked his friends when he saw him smirking. Midorima gave him nothing but a small sigh as the answer as he walked past Takao, to the direction of his small, cozy home near the Treva River.
“Actually, I was accepted too, Shin-chan~” Takao added, stopping Midorima in his track, frozen.
"Shit."
Takao chuckled at his remark. "Wahahaha, Shin-chann, just be happy for me, at least you're not the only stranger there now, right?” he said as he followed his friend back home. Again, Midorima only gave him a lethargic sigh as a response to Takao’s unstoppable babbling. The sun fade away in the west, hiding its light from the world as the moon rose, giving them a subtle light on their way back to home.
X.O.X.O
Nights in Markarth was always chilly, but never to the point of freezing the people’s spirit to do every activity they are about to do that night, including the working spirit of the people working in Silver Bloods Inn & Resto. It was always full of customers and wanderer who just stopped by to fill their empty stomach or take a rest when passing Markarth, or often referred as The City of Stone, since more than three quarters of the town was built from stones.
In this freezing night, two best friends were working overtime inside the kitchen of Silver Bloods Inn & Resto as a result to the big numbers of the customers in the restaurant.
“Guys, are the sweet roll’s done yet?” a waitress called the busy duo.
“Nu-uh," the very tall purple-haired young-man answered lazily as the smaller young man said “A little bit more~” at the same time.
“Okay, be fast! Those people are starving!” the waitress replied with her hands full with a few glasses of beer, serving it to the thirsty customers skillfully as she went out of the kitchen.
Back in the small, warm kitchen, the smell of baked sweet roll started to fill the kitchen with its sweet aroma. A pair of slender hands of the black haired young man took the baked cake from the oven, preparing to give it to the taller man to be coated by a thin layer of sweet icing sugar.
“Atsushi, have you finished making the icing sugar?” he asked the tall young man, apparently named ‘Atsushi’, while putting the warm cake next to a bowl full of icing sugar his friends had made before.
“Uh-huh," Atsushi replied, right hand taking a dull knife, scooping some icing sugar and spreading it onto the cake using the tool. He did the same thing to the second cake before putting each cake on a steel plate, giving it to his friend, ready to be given to the waitress.
“Two sweet rolls ready~!” he shouted through a hole serving as a counter in the wall that separated the kitchen and the restaurant. Soon after, the waitress popped out in front of the counter, hands holding a tray.
“Ah, finally”, she took the sweet roll, then put it on the tray. “Oh right, I almost forgot to give you these…” her right hand held the tray as her left hand searched for something in her apron pocket. “This one is for you, Himuro-chan," she gave him a letter, pausing for a second to fish another letter from her pocket. "And this one is for Murasakibara-chan~” she continued, handing the second letter.
“Sankyou naa, Lydia-san~” he thanked the woman as the woman steps away to the restaurant, turning her head and smiled for a second at Himuro as a reply.
Himuro turned back into the kitchen as his hazel orbs stares at the letter’s red wax seal. A wolf symbol was carved on it, strong and full of authority.
“Atsushi-,” Himuro called his friend as his hand poked his friend’s waist using the letter, bending the limp papers before pulling back, returning the shape to a straight, thin line. “They sent us a reply message.” he continued.
“Eeh, what letter," he answered with his usual lazy tone, head turned at Himuro’s direction, face full of concealed curiosity.
“This.” he raised both of the letter, showing two wolf logos on the red wax seal to Atsushi.
“Aah. College of Solitude,", Atsushi replied as his hand took one of the letter with his name neatly written on it. He unfolded it with his sugared hand, turning the paper dirty and sticky on its edges as his purple orbs scanned through, gazing lazily at the strong, black words written.
“Ah. The college accepted me as their student. What about you, Murocchin?” he asked at Himuro, face all happy as he slipped the letter back to its envelope, keeping it safe from all the sticky sugar in the room.
“Me too~” he gazed at Atsushi, face happy and proud. “We should make a resignation letter soon, since we won't work here anymore..” he added.
“Yeah,” Atsushi nodded as he washed his hands on a stone washbasin, fresh water flows through a tiny bamboo pipe plugged into a small hole in the wall. He dried his hand using his messy apron before taking a seat on a small chair.
“So, lets make it now,” he said as his fingers tapped on his own thigh in a simple rhythm. “We should quit our job tomorrow and use the rest of the days remaining to prepare everything we need- though its really-really mendokusai..” He said with a yawn.
“Okay, okay. got it.” Himuro slipped out of his apron before looking for a pen and paper. Atsushi stood up, walking out from the kitchen to take another seat in the restaurant since it’s the time to close already. The two men started writing, consulting each other in a few difficulties, and soon, the night passes, bringing both of them home, now no longer cooks, but scholars instead.
Fredas, 23th of The Second Seed
It was a hot afternoon in Ivarstead when Midorima took Kerosuke - his dark brown horse - out of the village’s small stable near his home. He was attaching its horse reins, put a saddle on its back, then hung two medium-sized saddle bags he had filled with some food supplies, medicine, and gold coins (and of course some lucky items from Madame Asa) when Kerosuke started neighing.
“Calm down, Kerosuke.. Calm down..” Midorima’s left hand pulled the reins gently while his other hand patted on the horse’s head, trying to calm it down. He was going to mount the horse when Takao appeared suddenly - again, now together with his white horse, a few brown specks displayed vividly on its fur.
“Yo Shin-chan, you left this in your home~” he waved a deathbell flower inside a bottle. “Its Cancer’s today’s lucky item, isn’t it?” he continued as he threw the bottle with no warning at Midorima, catched a few seconds prior to its shatter on the solid ground.
“You’ll regret your action just now, Takao. Don’t fuck with lucky items, or luck won’t be on your side,” Midorima stared at him, his right hand opening the saddle bag, putting his lucky item inside it.
“Aah, its too much Shi- SHITTT-!!” Takao cursed loudly as his right leg stepped on a horse shit, dirtying his newly polished boots. “Fuck, I’ll have to polish this fucking boots again-” he wagged his right leg - the one which had stepped on the shit, sending the shit flying to every direction.
“See? Fate is not in the favor of those who don’t believe, Takao. And let’s get going, just- ignore those shits sticking on your boots, we don’t have much time, nanodayo.” Midorima said, lips smirking cryptically as he mounted on his horse, hands pulling the reins, galloping the horse.
“Ooe- Wait for me Shin-chan, don’t leave me alone~!” Takao shouted at Midorima as he quickly mounted on his horse, a few seconds after Midorima passed through him. Galloping his horse, Takao finally could chase Midorima who had attempted to leave him, starting their long, tiring journey to Solitude.
Morndas, 26th of The Second Seed
“Murrochin, why are you so eager to go to Solitude?” the purple-haired giant, Atsushi, asked to his smaller friend who has a mole under his right eye, Himuro.
"I can't wait to see the city, Atsushi. The scenery there is twice cooler than here - Markarth is really a city of stone, as long as you can see, there will be only stone. Boring, isn't it?" Himuro said as he mounted his white horse, then waited for his friend to mount his horse too.
Atsushi mounted his black horse with a lazy yawn. "Yeaaah, at least the foods there tastes better than here.." he replied.
"Haaah, what's actually in your head? Always food, food, and food", Himuro giggled, hands stroking at the fluffy horse's fur.
"..Hey, Muro-chin~,” the purple-haired giant called his friend suddenly.
“Hmm? Why, Atsushi?”
“The clouds looks like a candy…”
“....So”
“I’m hungry..”
The other man chuckled as he shifts his glance to the candy-shaped cloud, glancing at it with a smile, before a flash of something passes through his eyesight, shadowing him from the gentle sunlight for a second.
“TATSUYAAAAAAA~!!!” the flash turned into a figure of a slim, blonde woman in her middle 30’s, hoofing at Himuro’s direction.
“Alex?!”, Himuro jolted when he realized that the figure flashed before was Alex, his tutor since he moved to Markarth 14 years ago.
“Yoo, Tatsuya~” Alex glanced eagerly at Himuro, her hands carrying 2 bags full of snacks including the horker meat chips, Atsushi’s favourite snacks. “Take this, in case of Murasakibara’s snacks ran out when you two are still on the way~” she whispered to Himuro while handing the bags over to Himuro, letting him feel happy and thankful because of the snack donation.
“Ah, sankyu na, Alex~” he giggled a little after hearing Alex’s words as he put the snacks inside the saddle bag. “I promise I’ll make you proud with my grades.” he said as he flashed his gentle smile to his tutor, hands grabbed the horse reins, ready for the long journey to Solitude with Atsushi.
“Ahaha~ That’s my boy!” Alex put her hands on hips, chest puffing up as she smiled proudly at Himuro. “Well, don’t waste your time, boy. Go now!” she said as her right hand slapped the horse’s butt, making it neigh and run with no control.
“Whoaaa-! Calm down, mate, calm down!” Himuro panicked, he pulled the reins with all of his strength, trying to take control of the angry horse. His friends, Atsushi, could only look at Himuro with his mouth full of chips, smiling silently over his friends suffering. He soon pulled the horse reins, galloping it to catch up to Himuro and his angry horse.
“Bye, Alex-cchin...” he said a farewell sentence to Alex, waving his hand at Alex’s direction.
“Bye you two!!! Take careeeee, there are many bandits on your way!!!” Alex jumped eagerly while waving her both hands and shouted another good bye at the two until she couldn’t saw them anymore. Sighing, she turned her steps back to her chilly, rocky home, thinking about the two friends’ journey to a much bigger city than Markarth, Solitude.
Tirdas, 27th of The Second Seed
It was drizzling lightly when they are doing their last items check up before leaving for Solitude. Packing only two days before the leaving day, Aomine didn’t want to come back because Kuroko left something, which is why they are sitting on Kuroko’s bedside, Kuroko’s packs scattered all over the floor.
“Clothes?”
“Check.”
“Boobs?”
“Che- What? Boobs? Aomine-kun, please don’t play around...”
“Okay, okay,” Aomine chuckled as he continued on. “Medicines?”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Weapons?”
“Should we bring a sword or some daggers, Aomine-kun? Because bringing too much weapon will give us nothing but useless weight... Spare the horse.”
“I’ll go with swords. You pick whatever you want.” said Aomine, emphasizing his point by grabbing an iron greatsword which was propped at the wooden wall before.
“I think...” Kuroko examined the weapons scattered on the acacia table in front of him. There were two iron swords, a rusty mace, a wooden bow complete with the arrows, and some daggers made from different metal ingots on the table, but a specific dull golden-coloured dagger caught his attention. Lifting the dagger, he examined it, as he touched the relics sculptured on the dagger carefully.
“I’ll take this,” Kuroko finalized his choice, breaking the long silence in the room.
“Are you sure, Tetsu? Why don’t you take this instead?” Aomine asked back as his index finger pointed at a scimitar sword that looked twice as dangerous as the dagger of kuroko’s choice.
“Nah,” he glanced at the dagger once more before sheathing his dagger. “This dwarven dagger was given to me by my… deceased mother. I never used it, so I think i should just use it now than never. And that scimitar seems heavy too…”
“Well,” Aomine shrugged at him. “ Do as you wish. Lets just finish this thing. Gold coins?”
“Ah, that’s right. A second,” Kuroko replied tersely before jogging to his room, coming back a few seconds after with an old coin purse in his right palm.
“Okay. Last, food supplies?”
“Check.”
“Good. I’m sleeping.”
Kuroko rolled his eyes at his friend, groaning as he slips into his bed along with him.
X.O.X.O
Turdas, 29th of The Second Seed
Kuroko was crouching down a two days later, hands fiddling around his shoelaces trying to knot them properly. "Aomine-kun, not ready yet?” he half shouted to his friend across the room, getting a panic im done shouted at him as an answer. He stood up, sighing as he swung his backpack, letting it hang onto his back. Too low, he fiddles with its strap then, his eyes straying to the open door to the room across. One minutes passed without any sign of Aomine. Kuroko called him once again.
“Aomine-kun?”
“Yeah Tetsu I get it I’m done,” another panic answer and Kuroko sighs, letting his body fall down on a wooden chair next to him, silently waiting for his friend to be done with his packs and join him.
Five minutes, and the carriage arrives. A loud crash of something heavy falling into the wooden floor heard from the room. Kuroko stares at the room, unsure, but then shrugs as he walks out of the house, approaching the waiting carriage to load his packs inside, greeting the coachman with a warm smile. He bows a little then, drawing back into the house to check on his friend. The coachman sent him away with a warm smile.
It took Aomine another solid five minutes before he storms out of the room, a big pack hung on his back messily as he drops himself to sit on the floor, slipping his ragged boots into his feets in a rushed manner. Kuroko looks at him incredulously for a second before sighing fondly at him, making his way to the wooden carriage first with a soft hurry up said at Aomine.
Kuroko stepped onto the carriage, moving his backpack with him to sit at the furthest end of the wooden bench, answering every small talks the coachman throws at him with his quiet and innocent attitude. The coachman keeps talking to him, either bored or grown to like his innocent attitude, until Aomine finally joins him in the carriage, sitting in front of him with a simple morning said to the coachman. Fifteen more seconds, and the sound of wooden wheels clashing with the bumpy road accompanied with the occasional neighing of the brown horse starts, marking the start of their long journey to Solitude.
X.O.X.O
Fredas, 30th of The Second Seed
It was a warm evening, the sun a mixture of yellow and orange starting to drain into red and black. Wooden planks stretched far into the wide pond, a few boats drifts on the water, following the pond’s calm, steady current, but the rope hooked strong into the wooden moorings never let them drift far. Deep blue water lurks from under them, calming in eyes but threatening in depth. Nothing wrong.
Nothing wrong, except for the large crowd formed on the thick brown planks, their age and gender varies. Most of the girls are throwing nearly incoherent screams of don’t go and don’t leave us on a particularly good-looking young man, some of them even giving him little bags of food or snack. The men, being 180 degrees different from the girls, are muttering low yay go away and finally you’re leaving at him. But, in the middle of the crowd, only a few steps away from this young man, stood the most eager man for this man’s leave, his long-time rival, for the other man’s handsome face and his baka but cunning way of thinking gave him a lot of problems in the past. The man pointed at the yellow-haired man as he took a deep breath, steadying himself to scream his heart out at the young man.
“FINARRY YOU ALE FUCKING OFF KISE WALGH AM SO FUCKING HAPPY YOU KNOW KISE AM FEERING SO FUCKING HAPPY LIGHT NOW CUZ THE GILRS WON’T ROOK AT YOU ANYMOLE I AM SULE THEY WILL SEALRCH FOR ANOTHEL FUCKING BETTER GUY THAN YOU SPALKRING YERROWISH HOMO WITH A PAIR OF FUKIN LONG EYERASHES-”
“Ugh, shut up, Hayakawa,” Kise cut him, slightly annoyed with his blabber. “Your l and r-s are all switching.”
Hayakawa did not stop, but starts again with his long, loud blabber instead before a hand hit him square in the temple, making him pause his words to Kise as he turns around, finding a big, plump man on his thirties carrying a medium sack on his left hand. He grumbles as the plump man turns toward Kise, ruffling his yellow hair before extending the sack he brought earlier at him.
“Kise.. I know you will face a long journey and more at your college. So take this, my son, as a little gift from me. Don’t forget to visit sometimes!” he said, eyes glinting with warmth towards Kise. Kise smiled, his right hand taking the sack and splutters for a second at the weight. He looked up towards this father of his - he’d never seen Genta as anything else - as his smile widens, mouth muttering a small thank you when Genta pulled him into a suffocating hug for a second before pulling back and sent him away with a ruffle in the hair.
Kise gave Morthal a last smile, more dazzling than ever, before he turns his back, walking straight through the wooden planks into a big, luxurious ship. A few seconds after, the ladder he used to step up before was pulled strongly by two crews as the thick red sail falls down to a half sail, and Kise steps forward to the side of the deck, smiling and waving his hand at his family, friends, and everyone else as the big ship sails, leaving the big pond through the bridge and going through the swamp, going through the houses of Morthal on its left, and Kise steps back, reaching his private room as the big ship reaches the sea dividing Morthal and Solitude.
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