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Telepathy has a curious history, if one was verse in it, a truly well-known pseudoscience that was originally tested for results rather than for actual existence.
Of course, in the view of the skeptics, it was ludicrous slop of imagination.
While the paranormals are more optimistic and open-minded, Midorima Shintarou, despite his status as a VVIP member of Oha-Asa (he had to collect lucky items of rarity for six gods-damned years, no one was going to deny him of his status. no one.), was not one of these people.
yes he is. mido-chin is in such denial. ooo, aka-chin's sweets just came in. chocolatevanillastrawberrywhichoneshouldheeatfirst—
Atsushi. Focus.
Otherwise, he would not have these people — and the three idiots — in his head.
Scowling, Midorima meets the sigh of his current calculus homework is now answered with inane answers of strawberry wafers and french vanilla biscuits from actual France. Instead of sinx(cosx), to which took him three whole minutes to solve because of some imbecile who was now whining about having math in his mind.
Σ(゜ロ゜;) MIDORIMACCHI HOW CAN YOU BE SO MEANNN.
Please stop shouting, Kise-kun. It is very hard to listen to Gima-sensei if you are thinking. Please stop thinking, Kise-kun.
（ｉДｉ）EVEN U KUROKOCCHI. WHYISEVERYONESOMEANTOMEIDIDNTEVENDOANYTHINGGGGGG
As a sane (okay, sure, midorima.) person of the sophisticated civilization of modern day Japan, Midorima summons the unearthly willpower to not bash his head into his desk to stop thinking. Because as the six of them had found out yesterday, if they tried to forcibly stop the others' thoughts from coming in, the backlash would come in the form of a concussion that left all six of them vomiting their insides out for hours.
Not to mention that even if they're unconscious, their superpower translated dreams into thoughts. Yay.
Shintarou, the proof of that problem is not sinx(cosx) but tanx(secx)(x). You need to review the trigonometric identities, you clearly do not know or remember them.
heh. never thought i'd see the fucking day that midorima is confused in math like us. need your lucky pencil, bitch?
why is mine-chin so confident? mine-chin doesn't even know what numbers are. much less what he got for maths, so nevermind, what aka-chin and mido-chin are talking about. did mine-chin forget he is dumb?
o(≧∇≦o) LMAO MURASAKIBACCHI. Ｏ(≧▽≦)Ｏ
YOU SUCK IN MATH JUST AS MUCH AS I DO, YOU TALL FUCK. ALL THE MATH WE NEED IS TO PLAY BASKETBALL ANYWAY, FUCKIN—
And this is something to be proud of, you imbecile?
I WILL THROW HANDS, YOU GLASSES BAS—
Please do not antagonize Midorima-kun, Aomine-kun. Especially when the only numbers you know and understand are jerseys and the scoreboard.
Debatable. Midorima sneers, projecting his distain as he decidedly gives up any point of trying to be productive, gripping his lucky item of the day. A very limited edition hair strainer, he sighs, recalling just exactly how they got to this point.
Technically, it began on a Saturday.
But if one was going to accuracy, it would have begun a few hours prior and would have been completely and utterly the fault of seven equally (well, relatively) emotionally constipated teenage boys. But since this is a story that will such details in suspense, it will not elaborated on. Instead, it will go back to when this all began.
On the eve before his first day of high school, Akashi Seijuurou is the first to notice.
There is a pinprick in the back of his head, like the sixth sense that someone is looking at you.
He dismisses it. There are many who stare at him. If he were to meet each one with such concerns, he would not have much time for anything, much less time for him to remain worthy to be awed upon. Not that he had to try. But that was besides the point.
Because next is Kuroko.
Who is not very much used to the phenomenon of being seen. Quite contrary.
After some minute facial twitching, Kuroko too dismisses it after a day.
And in a rightful domino effect, each of the following four boys are given their day of warning, blissfully unaware of the consequences later as they rightfully dismiss the feeling, assuming normalcy. Only to awaken on Saturday morning, with each other in their craniums.
Here. It's something along the lines of this:
Akashi awakens an hour earlier than he usually does, heterochromic eyes pounding into his skull as he immediately is besieged with a monologue from his butler of his schedule for the day.
"... after tutoring, you shall be driven to your violin lesson for an hour, followed by piano..."
(•̪ o •̪) uwah. akashicchi is so busy.
Akashi freezes, teeth mid-brushed. Long established in the middle school, the former captain knows, something is up. But like any teenager given the power to see if something is wrong, he prompts it anyway — unlocking the pandora box.
Ryota?
eh? 【・_・?】akas—
Cancer is second to last today, my lucky item is a handheld mirror and must avoid Virgo, Aquarius, Gemini, Libra, and Sagittarius. Unfortunate circumstances with long winding consequences will occur if interaction is established.
That's Shintarou. Akashi exits his bathroom, headache building at his temples. He had a feeling that he was not so fortunate as to have only two voices in his head.
why the fuck is that glasses-fuck's horoscope in my head this fucking early in the morning?
And because as if the conversation was not crass enough, Daiki is also here to add color. Wonderful.
Σ(・Д・)!? EH? midorimacchi? and aominecchi?
what the fuck? kise? and fuck you, akashi.
What... What in the world is happening? How... Why the hell are the three of you in MY head?
Hm. So they did hear his internal thoughts just now, so that meant all thoughts applied. Akashi ponders, dressing himself for the day as he dismisses the maids with a wave of his hand. How interesting.
oi. we're still fucking listening, akashi. i'm not a damn experiment.
ahhh. mine-chin is mad~
( ゜Д゜；)！？MURASAKIBACCHI TOO?!
morning~ ara ara, what is kise-chin shouting about?
Kise-kun. Please stop shouting and we have spoken about trespassing into— Kise-kun is not in my room.
KUROKOCCHI! Ｏ(≧▽≦)Ｏ
And that would be everyone. Akashi sighs, eyeing his coffee as shocked silence fills his mind. Mildly, he basks in it. Knowing that it was going to be obsolete from now on.
WHATTHEACTUALFUCKISHAPP—
Daiki. Finish that thought, and I assure you it will be your last.
aiyah~ aominecchi. (´Д｀υ) why are you shouting so loud? we all can hear you just fine. we're confused too~
hai, hai. mine-chin, why you so dumb. aka-chin will get mad~
His reaction is rather normal, Murasakibara-kun. To be awakened by the voices of your middle school team in your head is not an everyday occurrence. How rare.
You mean, how unfortunate. Midorima hisses, nearly tripping over the threshold of his bedroom. Oha-Asa said that if I interact with any of y—
midorimacchi~ ┗(；´Д｀)┛you can't just expect us to not interact with you with our... situation???
CANSOMEONETELLMEWHATTHEFU—
Aomine-kun. Please. You are not helping. Massaging his temples, Kuroko breathes out a sigh, oblivious to the bird nest on his head. Let's try to get control of this situation first.
Agreed. Akashi takes the reins, folding his napkin neatly at his lap as his butler enters, informing him that his father had left. Good riddance. Let us begin simply. Recount the events of this morning. In detail. I had awoken to hear Ryota in my mind, and then subsequently everyone else. I did not do anything out of the ordinary for a Friday evening.
This dance was not completely new, having so many eccentric members with such boisterous personalities (meaning one tsundere, an ego-centric blonde, one arrogant reincarnate, a literal phantom, a walking blackhole and himself, an Akashi. well, it was not surprising to anyone that he had all of them chipped by the end of the his first week of captaincy.) it was literally just a matter of time.
MEEEE nextttt!!!! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و i'm at my sister's house! i woke up to hear akashicchi's itinerary from takana-san! i went to bed after filling out my permission slips for the new year at kaijou~ ne, ne, did you guys know that kaijou is so scen—
Shintarou, report.
Hmph. I woke up this morning as I usually do, listening to Oha-Asa. Only to hear that idiot's voice cursing up a storm, ruining my—
oi! if it's anyone's fucking morning who's ruined—
Daiki. Shintarou is still talking. Continue, Shintarou.
As I was saying, my morning was ruined because I now have all five of you in my mind. Now, I cannot even get to my bathroom without Murasakibara's thoughts on how delicious breakfast is going to be going on in the background.
Atsushi.
mido-chinnnn. it's not my faultttt. Murasakibara pouts, kicking under the covers of his bed as he yawns into his pillow, drowsy. i just woke up. you can't expect my poor empty stomach over the night is screaming. breakfast is a very important meal that consists of the proper nutrients for me: crispy and salted salmon over a bed of rice with the lightest sprinkles of furikake—
Focus, Atsushi. Keep your report short and without food tangents.
hai~
If only Murasakibara-kun could be so articulate and passionate in other subjects outside of food.
anyway, as i was saying, i just woke up to mine-chin talking to aka-chin. i didn't really do much. i just specially ordered my newest shipment of chocolates last night that aka-chin recommended to me. i'm almost done with aka-chin's last gift of daifuku.
Daiki.
tch. i just fucking woke up too. i don't fucking know what is happening. why the fuck are you all in my head. all i fucking did last night was order some new porn and tell satsuki to gimme her notes. then i went the fuck to bed. that's it. since none of you fucks seem to know shit.
And lastly, Tetsuya?
Good morning, everyone. My story is not dissimilar. I too just woke up and assumed that Kise-kun had once again trespassed into my home. Everyone ignores Kise's wail of 'that was one time, kurokocchi!!' as Kuroko continues, blearily brushing his teeth mechanically. I had done nothing out of place as well, outside of signing the forms for me to join Seirin's basketball team.
Everyone's thoughts came to a screeching halt.
Seirin?
Holy shit. Kise thinks to himself, feeling everyone else but Akashicchi reeling in the same waves. He knows logically that the silence, anger (and betrayal) in his throat are not his (liar. it's everyone's. kurokocchi's is the acidic guilt) but damn it all, if it wasn't what as broiling under his skull right now.
Akashicchi's thoughts are empty and void.
Which is terrifying, because all this time, he is functional. Kise, like the others, can hear how Akashicchi is speaking and not, is doing multiple things at once because he is not human. Not like the rest of them.
But after Kurokocchi's report, it is pulled into a stop. Full and recoiling.
Of all the schools available to you, Tetsuya, you chose Seirin. Kise shivers (and feels four others do the same.) as Akashicchi's voice purrs, cruel yet svelte. Is this what you call a team worthy of using your talents, Tetsuya? Talents that I have nurtured and guided you so carefully to possess?
Kurokocchi (brave, and oh so courageous, kurokocchi) is as bland as ever. Yet so tactfully not.
I do not recall that you were someone who held a right in saying which high school I would wish to pursue in my educational career, Akashi-kun. Please forgive me if I was mistaken in all of your words in the gym after graduation. Midorima can hear the cold steel in the monotone, kissing the jugular and threatening. Please do not forget that while I am often not entirely present in the sense of all of you; it does not make my oath to you all any less than the one you all swore.
Oh? Murasakibara bites his lip, tiptoeing as Aka-chin's thoughts color with amusement. And what would that be, our phantom who needs a light to be?
Everyone present knows that Akashi already knows. Just like how he knows everything.
But because he is who he is, Kuroko, the fool, Midorima sniffs (not in concern), indulges his former captain.
Aomine feels the rain on his skin, and pulls the pillow over his face, eyes hidden.
To defeat all of you, wretched Kiseki no Sedai. Kuroko smiles, cradling the new light in his embrace, hope and determination coloring his words. To make all of you taste defeat.
It was in that moment that it felt too much.
Too raw.
Too emotional for such a day that was supposed to be relaxing and for leisure.
Almost in sync, they privately pushed one another away, mental emotional defenses rearing. Trying to break away from the ties that held them whole just like once upon a time. But instead of a new challenge and an oath to themselves and others alike, all six of them double over and throw up.
With the screaming of five others vibrating louder than ever.
Fuck.
All of them think in unison.