Major Tags: none Other Tags: implied gore and character death? Word Count: 634
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There's something to be said about reunions, and not a whole lot of good things at that. Really, he should've gotten used to them from how often Akashi orchestrated all of them 'running into each other' in Tokyo, even well into their university years, but being stuck together with people who knew about your deepest and darkest secrets from childhood has lost its novelty long ago. They're his friends or whatever, but he doesn't miss them that often, or at least, not as much as he'd admit.
A reunion for the entirety of his middle school grade was pushing it though. There was no excuse for Teiko to spread its frightening reach across the globe to summon its best and brightest back into its (cursed) gymnasiums, and no excuse for any of them to answer the call.
Naturally, maybe because they've all got some kind of masochistic streak, there they all were anyway, feeling far too big and too damn grown for a place that used to loom so large.
This place used to be their whole world, and thank fucking god it isn't anymore.
Especially since it's currently teeming with the undead, some of them—most of them—comprised of former classmates.
"Got any ideas, Tetsu?" says Aomine as the two of them, somehow, find some refuge in an empty classroom, though it won't be empty soon enough, even if they are on the highest floor. The screams and the groaning (god, the groaning) are getting louder by the minute.
"No," replies Kuroko, far too calm than the situation warrants. "I've never had to fight those before."
Aomine snorts. "That makes two of us." When he draws his gun from its holster, Kuroko's eyes don't widen, but his voice does turn admonishing.
"That's a dangerous weapon, Aomine-kun."
"You're full of bright observations today, aren't you?"
"What were you thinking," continues Kuroko, "bringing that to a school?"
"I'm a cop, it's what I do. Anyway, aren't you supposed to be happy we got something to arm ourselves with?"
"I am."
Aomine looks at him, still as deadpan as ever. It should piss him off, but Kuroko's always been too absurd to be mad at for very long. A smirk flits along Aomine's lips before he turns serious again. "Yeah, sure."
Silence settles over them for a while, and the noises outside and below them fill it none too gracefully. Aomine can't stand it for very long."
"You think everyone else is all right?" His thoughts flicker to Satsuki, and the very notion of never seeing her again—or worse, seeing her again when she isn't longer herself.
Kuroko's tone is muted in his response, as if he'd been thinking of it all this time, but it had only turned real when spoken aloud. "I hope so."
"Me too. I wouldn't want to go up against a zombie Murasakibara. Forget the size and strength, his appetite's gonna be the real kicker."
It's not funny at all, and Aomine regrets it the moment it leaves his mouth, but Kuroko seems to have run out of reprimands for tonight.
"Aomine-kun," he says, as they hear the din getting nearer. "Earlier tonight, you said you'd take me out for a drink after the reunion ends."
Aomine pauses, even if he can't afford it. "Yeah?"
"I'm holding you to it."
The groaning seems to have reached their floor, but all Aomine can think about now is the face Kuroko would make if he had to drink anything other than his beloved milkshakes. Not seeing it is no longer an option.
"Okay, Tetsu," he says as they get up on their feet and walk backwards, soundlessly, to put distance between themselves and the entrance. He aims his gun at the door.
FILL: TEAM HIMURO TATSUYA/NIJIMURA SHUUZOU, T
Other Tags: implied gore and character death?
Word Count: 634
i keep filling ur prompts but theyre so GOOD
***
There's something to be said about reunions, and not a whole lot of good things at that. Really, he should've gotten used to them from how often Akashi orchestrated all of them 'running into each other' in Tokyo, even well into their university years, but being stuck together with people who knew about your deepest and darkest secrets from childhood has lost its novelty long ago. They're his friends or whatever, but he doesn't miss them that often, or at least, not as much as he'd admit.
A reunion for the entirety of his middle school grade was pushing it though. There was no excuse for Teiko to spread its frightening reach across the globe to summon its best and brightest back into its (cursed) gymnasiums, and no excuse for any of them to answer the call.
Naturally, maybe because they've all got some kind of masochistic streak, there they all were anyway, feeling far too big and too damn grown for a place that used to loom so large.
This place used to be their whole world, and thank fucking god it isn't anymore.
Especially since it's currently teeming with the undead, some of them—most of them—comprised of former classmates.
"Got any ideas, Tetsu?" says Aomine as the two of them, somehow, find some refuge in an empty classroom, though it won't be empty soon enough, even if they are on the highest floor. The screams and the groaning (god, the groaning) are getting louder by the minute.
"No," replies Kuroko, far too calm than the situation warrants. "I've never had to fight those before."
Aomine snorts. "That makes two of us." When he draws his gun from its holster, Kuroko's eyes don't widen, but his voice does turn admonishing.
"That's a dangerous weapon, Aomine-kun."
"You're full of bright observations today, aren't you?"
"What were you thinking," continues Kuroko, "bringing that to a school?"
"I'm a cop, it's what I do. Anyway, aren't you supposed to be happy we got something to arm ourselves with?"
"I am."
Aomine looks at him, still as deadpan as ever. It should piss him off, but Kuroko's always been too absurd to be mad at for very long. A smirk flits along Aomine's lips before he turns serious again. "Yeah, sure."
Silence settles over them for a while, and the noises outside and below them fill it none too gracefully. Aomine can't stand it for very long."
"You think everyone else is all right?" His thoughts flicker to Satsuki, and the very notion of never seeing her again—or worse, seeing her again when she isn't longer herself.
Kuroko's tone is muted in his response, as if he'd been thinking of it all this time, but it had only turned real when spoken aloud. "I hope so."
"Me too. I wouldn't want to go up against a zombie Murasakibara. Forget the size and strength, his appetite's gonna be the real kicker."
It's not funny at all, and Aomine regrets it the moment it leaves his mouth, but Kuroko seems to have run out of reprimands for tonight.
"Aomine-kun," he says, as they hear the din getting nearer. "Earlier tonight, you said you'd take me out for a drink after the reunion ends."
Aomine pauses, even if he can't afford it. "Yeah?"
"I'm holding you to it."
The groaning seems to have reached their floor, but all Aomine can think about now is the face Kuroko would make if he had to drink anything other than his beloved milkshakes. Not seeing it is no longer an option.
"Okay, Tetsu," he says as they get up on their feet and walk backwards, soundlessly, to put distance between themselves and the entrance. He aims his gun at the door.
"I'll take you out for that drink."