#aurumtouch

It wasn’t the answer the other person wanted to hear, Kuroko’s expression doing it’s best to not shift whilst he answered the blond, meeting the taller male’s gaze with his own blue one. ❝You don’t have to smile however, letting it go would be the best. There will be other opportunities to ‘stick it to them’ if that’s what you’re aiming for.❞ His terrible humor was done to perhaps alleviate some of the tension some of the tension carried in amber hues.

It had been weeks after the Winter Cup. The victors were Seirin but the team still had no time for relaxation. Giving them just about a week to recover, Riko had her team out back on a regular training schedule, though she was careful to watch any signs of exhaustion. Her eyes were especially helpfully in that aspect, weren’t they?

Of course, that’s not to say she was only biased to her team. 

Wandering on the streets of Tokyo in order to buy some protein supplements, the coach found herself bumping into the back of someone quite taller than her. There was a lot of people like that, naturally, but there also weren’t a lot of people on Japan that had blond hair.

Send me '♒' for my muse to have a mental breakdown in front of yours.

It hurt. Her heart hurt. It felt as if her very being was drawn taught--as if her heart was too big for her chest and pressed against the confines of her rib cage. She had never felt so weak, and in that moment she decided that she never wanted to feel this despondent ever again. But alas, it seemed that these sudden outbursts were becoming routine.

Clutching her head, Saori digs her nails into her scalp; cancelling out the pain she felt with more pain to numb herself from the throbbing she felt in her head. Sinking to her knees, she let out a sob--not caring if Kise heard her. This'll be a first for her; she had never broken down in front of anyone--she was always alone. But then again, they had experienced a lot of first moments together. It doesn't surprise her that he would be the first to see her in a moment of distraught.

                   ❛ Doesn't it bother you? That we're all born                    to die? That our lives are all meaningless to                    the other nine billion lives out there? There's                    no point in trying to make a difference when                    the legacy we thought we had left behind will                    just churn in the melding pot of history until                    it's flushed out and disappears. What's the                    point, Kitsune? We're such contingent and                    sentient beings. By the time we die, there'll                    be someone there to take our place. We're                    just holding spots in the world for the next                    chum in line...mon Dieu... ❜ <<

Fingers curl gently at the waist, air was sucked in, thinning her already slender torso as she raises her chin high so that the studio light gleams down on her features, making the shadows more menacing on her face than they should have normally. Saori watched herself in the floor to ceiling mirror of the ballet studip she hails from--noted how she looked like a frightful woman. Shaking those thoughts from her head, she begins her daily stretches and breaking into her pointe robotically. The very things she loved have now seemed to have lost their shine and glamour. It wasn't enjoyable anymore, just work and nothing more.

She was drawn out of her thoughts as a senior ballerina steps into the studio. Feeling relief that the woman arrived earlier than she was supposed too, by the looks of the clock on the far wall. Bowing at her upperclassman, Saori skitters away from the bars and towards her duffle in the corner. Quickly unlacing her pointe shoes and shimmying out of her unitard in the dressing rooms, Saori pulls on her jumper and slippers before booking out of the studio--letting her nimble feet lead her wherever until they ached.

Before Saori knew it, she was at a familiar fork in the road. She had walked this very road numerous times to visit a friend that Saori realizes 'she hasn't seen in a while'. It was an excuse to be away from home in her book--home was where the heart was, and Saori held no fondness for the home she was born to and raised in.

Steeling her resolve, Saori takes the road on her right; taking the familiar steps to a place she had visited in days passed. Finally she came to a stop in front of a quaint home with a familiar name engraved in wood near the mailbox. The corner of her lips twitched as she pressed a hand to the doorbell. All that was left to do now was wait.

   「♔」 ─── En leaned back in his chair in the club room, staring at the ceiling. He could hear the others talk about a practice match between their school and Kaijō High. Cerulean eyes rolled truly not caring about this at all. "Why do they even care about this practice match to begin with? It's a practice match." sometimes he didn't understand them.

                He stretched and moved to make himself comfy on the desk. Head buried itself within the circle of his arms and eyes began to close. It would be simple enough to tune them out, the light brunette had done it several times before. Didn't seem like they were going to let him sleep though. Someome was persistently poking him in the side.

                "Stop that and before you ask, no. I'm not going to watch the practice m- HEY!" En shouted as he was unceremonsouly manhandled by his friends. When were they going to learn that he did not care.

   「♔」 ─── Okay, maybe just maybe this practice match was a bit interesting. A single eye closed as the light brunette yawnd. Not at all bothering with covering his mouth this time around. Eyes rolled when one of them commented about his interest in the match. "Were they even listening to me earlier? I don't match care about this." he thought with flat expression.

             The one thing, or more rather person, that caught his interest was someone on the Kaijō team. He leaned forward with elbows propped up on the railing on the second floor landing. "Hey, who the blonde down there?" En asked with a finger pointed at said person who recieved the ball. "Copy Cat huh?" that was an interesting title if he ever heard one.

   「♔」 ─── The practice matched ended with the Kaijō winning. It was a bit painful to watch as Binan's team was soundly defeated and that was putting it lightly. "Hmm..." En had watched the match with mild interest, though he actually spent most of the time observing the players. "Now I see why he called Copy Cat." he mused to himself.

                "I'm out." we waved a hand over his shoulder departing from the other four plus Wombat and Tawarayama-sensai. The teen still couldn't figure out why Wombat even came to watch, but whatever. He had other things to do and with that he left the second level landing.

   「♔」 ─── "Now where can..." En thought as cerulean eyes scanned the area looking for a particular player. Then there they were. Hands shoved themselves into pants pockets as he covered the ground between them with ease. Mostly doing so before something ruined the peaceful day.

Oops.