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Author's note: So in this chapter you'll see who is the mysterious new character!!! Enjoy!!
f/n = first name
l/n = last name
e/c = eye color
h/c = hair color
f/c = favourite color
While the sun sets I'm still sitting there and slowly I realize that no one will come. Even if they're looking for me, they wont find me. It's getting darker each minute and I'm really far away from the training camp. I think. I don't know anything anymore.
My ankle hurts crazily and I'm scared as hell. Who knows what's going on in a forrest at night. Slowly I begin to wimper and end up crying like a little kid.
My sobs are heared through the forrest and a certain someone on a street nearby hears them. He makes his way over to the source of the voice and the moment he finds it he is really shocked.
"(_f/n_)!?"
When I hear someone call my name I look up and see my last hope.
"Makoto!?"
Hanamiya Makoto, my childhood friend, runs over to me and kneels down in front of me. "What the hell are you doing here? But more important why are you crying in a forrest in them middle of the night?!"
So relieved to see him I slung my arms around his neck and hug him tightly. "I'm sooo glad you're here, Makoto. I'm working ina this basketball training camp here and the basketball players found out I play too and they wanted me to train with them. But they played this stupid game and I ended up hurting my ankle. And now I can't move and-"
Makoto cuts of my flow od words with his index finger. "That's enough info. You're stupid as ever. Getting hurt in a game, you fool. No wonder I always have to help you, (_f/n_). Come. Let's bring you to this training camp."
He turns his back to me, I hang myself onto it and in this position he goes back to the street, which goes directly to the camp.
Makoto and I have known each other since elementary school and became really good friends. Despite him being the `bad boy` he is towards me really friendly, when you ignore his bold statements about how stupid I am everytime we meet.
It must be a real coincidence that he is here. "Hey, Makoto, what are you actually doing here?"
He titles his head to the side to look into my (_e/c_) eyes. "I came here to train a few days. Actually I should have arrived two hours ago, but there was an accident on the highway, so the car couldn't move on."
I put my head on his shoulder and try to see something in the dark, but fail. How does Makoto see anything?
Then I suddenly remember something from my past. "Makoto, do you remember something like this happened before? It was your second and my first year in middle school. We were on a vacation trip with your parents and made a night walk. I lost the group and hurted my feet. You found me and dragged me back exactly like this."
Smiling to myself I remember how cool he looked that time.
It is silent between the both of us till Makoto says. "And like that time I'm totally worried about you. Maybe you broke your ankle, you're freezing like hell and you're so damn light. Do you eat properly?"
Laughing about his words I come to think that he reminds me of my mother. But he is a really good friend.
I blush a little when I realize how close our bodies are and it's kind of different from the last time he carried me like this.
After a while the training camp comes in sight and we soon hear voices.
"We can't just sit here and wait for something to happen!"
"But I can't risk that anyone of you gets lost, too. Helpers will come in a few minutes and you all will wait here!"
They must be speaking about me.
Makoto turns around a corner and I can see everyone gathered in front of the forrest. To get their attention I say loudly. "I'm here! You don't have to go into the forrest!"
At my words they all turn towards Makoto and me.
f/n = first name
l/n = last name
e/c = eye color
h/c = hair color
f/c = favourite color
While the sun sets I'm still sitting there and slowly I realize that no one will come. Even if they're looking for me, they wont find me. It's getting darker each minute and I'm really far away from the training camp. I think. I don't know anything anymore.
My ankle hurts crazily and I'm scared as hell. Who knows what's going on in a forrest at night. Slowly I begin to wimper and end up crying like a little kid.
My sobs are heared through the forrest and a certain someone on a street nearby hears them. He makes his way over to the source of the voice and the moment he finds it he is really shocked.
"(_f/n_)!?"
When I hear someone call my name I look up and see my last hope.
"Makoto!?"
Hanamiya Makoto, my childhood friend, runs over to me and kneels down in front of me. "What the hell are you doing here? But more important why are you crying in a forrest in them middle of the night?!"
So relieved to see him I slung my arms around his neck and hug him tightly. "I'm sooo glad you're here, Makoto. I'm working ina this basketball training camp here and the basketball players found out I play too and they wanted me to train with them. But they played this stupid game and I ended up hurting my ankle. And now I can't move and-"
Makoto cuts of my flow od words with his index finger. "That's enough info. You're stupid as ever. Getting hurt in a game, you fool. No wonder I always have to help you, (_f/n_). Come. Let's bring you to this training camp."
He turns his back to me, I hang myself onto it and in this position he goes back to the street, which goes directly to the camp.
Makoto and I have known each other since elementary school and became really good friends. Despite him being the `bad boy` he is towards me really friendly, when you ignore his bold statements about how stupid I am everytime we meet.
It must be a real coincidence that he is here. "Hey, Makoto, what are you actually doing here?"
He titles his head to the side to look into my (_e/c_) eyes. "I came here to train a few days. Actually I should have arrived two hours ago, but there was an accident on the highway, so the car couldn't move on."
I put my head on his shoulder and try to see something in the dark, but fail. How does Makoto see anything?
Then I suddenly remember something from my past. "Makoto, do you remember something like this happened before? It was your second and my first year in middle school. We were on a vacation trip with your parents and made a night walk. I lost the group and hurted my feet. You found me and dragged me back exactly like this."
Smiling to myself I remember how cool he looked that time.
It is silent between the both of us till Makoto says. "And like that time I'm totally worried about you. Maybe you broke your ankle, you're freezing like hell and you're so damn light. Do you eat properly?"
Laughing about his words I come to think that he reminds me of my mother. But he is a really good friend.
I blush a little when I realize how close our bodies are and it's kind of different from the last time he carried me like this.
After a while the training camp comes in sight and we soon hear voices.
"We can't just sit here and wait for something to happen!"
"But I can't risk that anyone of you gets lost, too. Helpers will come in a few minutes and you all will wait here!"
They must be speaking about me.
Makoto turns around a corner and I can see everyone gathered in front of the forrest. To get their attention I say loudly. "I'm here! You don't have to go into the forrest!"
At my words they all turn towards Makoto and me.
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I do not own Kuroko no basket
First: Chapter 1
Previous: Chapter 10
Next: Chapter 12
I do not own Kuroko no basket
First: Chapter 1
Previous: Chapter 10
Next: Chapter 12
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