Spark | Kuroko no Basuke x OC

Even When All Else Fails

Aomine, dribbling the ball at his side, pierced his navy eyes at his opponent. He can see that Kagami was fired up; the male had formed an impenetrable barrier to block him. He smirked.

It's pointless.

Switching the ball to his other hand, he stepped back and boosted himself around the tall redhead and swiftly broke the barrier—all done within a second. Quick to react, however, Mitobe and Tsuchida jumped towards the basket to stop him from scoring. On cue, Aomine stopped and jumped backwards in a fade-away.

How fast he was on his feet—Aomine transcended even among the Generation of Miracles with agility.

But Kagami was behind him, smacking the ball out of the tanned male's hands seconds before it could descend into the net. He was still a bit slower than the miracle, but damn it all, he save it! Immediately, Hyuuga took hold of the ball and threw it as far as he could manage, hoping that Kagami would reach the other side fast enough. It was nothing compared to Kuroko's ignite pass, but it still threw Touou off-guard.

In possession of the ball, Kagami jumped to make the dunk.

"No you don't," Aomine flashed behind him in a heartbeat and returned the favor. He loomed down on Kagami's form with a satisfied smirk. "You think it's that easy to make a fast break?"

This guy... He just jumped from the free throw line. Heh, he can't be serious.

Aomine then scuffed with mock as Kagami stood back up. "Ah, enough..." It was time to cut the child's play.

"Honest basketball just isn't for me."

It was as if something in him changed after that.

From the bench, Tomoko could tell that the aura around the miracle was drastically different. She watched him sway back and forth, slowly and rhythmically, yet there seemed to be a trick in the eyes as his form doubled, tripled in shadows following his movement.

Both aces took off like ramming bulls. Suddenly, she saw the ball slip from Aomine's hand and flew behind both bodies. No, salmon eyes inspected his movements closer—he had purposely let the ball flip behind them!

He twisted his body in perfect rhythm to catch the ball. Again and again, he slipped past Kagami's mark and each step allowed him closer access to the net.

"Kuroko-kun, isn't that...?"

"It's street ball," Kuroko confirmed beside her. His lips were set in a tight line as Aomine continued to use unconventional moves to bypass the redhead's barrier. "Kagami-kun had said the people in America often played in that style."

Not to mention, his expression was grim. This was Aomine-kun's old style of basketball, a style he'd learned and perfected at a young age when playing adults on the streets.

"Kagami!" Tomoko shouted in worry when he fell from not being able to keep up with all the tricky movements.

Aomine glanced at her briefly, an ominous flash crossed his navy orbs seemingly conveying 'look at me' before his expression changed to a fully concentrated one; he leaped across the air and prepared to dunk the ball. Hyuuga, Mitobe, and Tsuchida simultaneously came up to block him, pushing him behind the net.

"We got him behind the basket!" Riko cheered with the team in relief. There was no way he could score now!

Did we really stop him? Tomoko watched, wide-eyed; Aomine was smirking with that feral look on his face. In the split second that it took the three seniors to force him off the court, he seemed to already completely assessed his next move.