A brunette girl stood at the entrance of the Narita International Airport, clutching her luggage tightly as she waited for a taxi. She was anxious, yet so excited she thought she might just combust right there and then. She flagged down a taxi, and got on her way to her old home. Her azure eyes were taking everything in, noting what was new and the old. She smiled, so happy to be back in Japan.
She laid in her bed, the nostalgia hitting her hard. Tomorrow she would be going to her new school. She was excited, she loved meeting new people. She went to sleep that night with a smile on her face, while dreaming of her new life here in Japan.
She twirled in her new school uniform, loving how it looked and jokingly made a peace sign and stuck her tongue out. She laughed at herself, shaking her head and her silliness. She braided her hair into a familiar fashion, half-way braided and the rest left in a half pony tail, the way she had worn her hair since her childhood. She grabbed her keys and bag and locked the door, then proceeded to her school.
She stood at the gates of Seirin Private High School, taking in the bustle of students, those who were first years like her and were in awe of a different school and those who were seniors and were conversing with their friends, and some seniors sitting at booths, advertising their clubs. She liked this school already. It was near her home and opened just last year, it was just like a fresh start for her. She made her way to the school's front doors but accidently bumped into someone. She turned to see a tall guy with red hair and a scary face.
"Oh shit, sorry for bumping into you. Didn't see you there. Sorry." She slightly tilted her head down in apology. The tall guy scratched the back of his head, looking down at her and nodded his head.
"Yeah sure, no problem." He turned and walked through the doors. The brunette girl smiled, knowing that the dude had sincerely accepted her apology and didn't act like a jerk about it. She was about to go through the doors herself when a poster caught her eye.
'Basketball club, huh.' She made her way towards the booth, seeing two dejected seniors sitting behind the booth.
"Um, excuse me. I would like to join this club." The two seniors, a pretty girl with short brown hair and a guy who wore glasses, looked up from the paper that was splayed all over the table. The girl was the one that responded to her.
"Yeah, sure! Just let me find the form first… I'm Aida Riko, nice to meet you!" She dug through the stacks of papers, and while doing so elbowed the guy in the ribs, making him wince. He was about to retort when she sent a scary glare his way and signalled him with her eyes to introduce himself too. He gulped, turning to face the brunette girl with a strained smile.
"Ah… Hi. I'm Junpei Hyuga. Nice to meet you." The brunette girl smiled brightly at him, noticing that he was scared of the female and didn't want to upset her.
'She must be an important figure in this team. Wonder what place she's in.' Riko exclaimed suddenly, making her focus on her again. Riko passed her the application form along side a pen. The brunette took them and sat on the chair, filling in the details.
"So… Why do you want to join the basketball club?" She looked up from the paper, and grinned at Riko.
"I love basketball. It's been my passion since young. It's a fun sport and I absolutely love it with all of my heart." Riko and Hyuga were taken back by the amount of sincerity in her voice, she really did love the sport. The brunette looked at Riko.
"Um… Riko-san-" Riko waved her off.
"Just Riko is fine."
'Oh, okay. I was wondering, would you allow me to be a player? I know it's unheard of a girl playing in basketball in the male's section, but could you consider it? Please?" Riko looked at her from head to toe, scanning her.
"Hm… I don't find anything special about you." The brunette with braided hair sweat dropped.
"What makes you think that you will be able to compete with the guys?"
"Umm… I could show you?" Riko sighed.
"Okay then, follow me. But don't get your hopes up." The brunette trailed after Riko happily, leaving Hyuga at the booth alone. He sighed.
"Well then, might as well go through the application forms." He scanned through the weird brunette's application form. His eyes widened.
"Wait, she's the-"
Riko had led the brunette into an indoor sports hall. She had grabbed a ball, throwing it to the other brunette who caught it in one hand. She moved to the centre of the court.
"Okay, I know you're passionate and all, but passion alone can't make up for your talent. Show me what you got, and maybe I'll consider. If you don't impress me, then you can still apply for the manager position." The brunette nodded her head.
"Sure, I won't mind. Thank you for at least giving me a chance. Not everyone would have let me even try." Riko smiled.
"No problem."
"Ah, before I begin, could you choose a colour from the rainbow?" Riko looked at her curiously.
"A colour from the rainbow? Why?" The brunette grinned cheekily.
"It's a secret." Riko raised an eyebrow.
"Okay… I choose green."
"Thank you!" The brunette crouched, taking a deep breath. She exhaled, shooting the ball. The ball went into a high arch, almost touching the ceiling light. It went into the basket, making a 'swoosh' sound and it barely moved the net. Riko's jaw dropped to the ground. She pointed at the brunette in amazement.
"But how?! How the heck did you do that?!" The other brunette grinned.
"You don't know my name yet, do you?" Riko, who still had a face of amazement, looked at her weirdly.
"Um… No?" The brunette seemed unfazed by Riko's confusion, continuing her speech.
"What I did was a move from someone in the Generation of Miracles right?" Riko scrunched her eyebrows together in confusion.
"Yeah, it was. I'm sorry, but how does all of this relate?" The brunette did a dramatic bow.
"Well then, it seems that I have confused you greatly." She grinned.
"Let me introduce myself." The sunlight filtered through the windows, a ray of sunlight casting a glow around the brunette.
"I am Shiroeda Hiromi, a first year, high school student. I have many nicknames, 'Hero', 'Snake', 'Ninja'-" She checked off the names with her fingers. She turned to face Riko.
"-But the one that you might recognise is-" The sunlight hit Hiromi, making her azure eyes look electric.
"The Miracle Worker, Coach of the Generation of Miracles."
Yo! I'm Anseo! This chapter has been edited on the 11/10/16. So if the rest of the chapters look different and the flow is weird, I apologise. I wrote this fanfic sometime in 2015, around this time too, in October, and had dropped the story for a long while because of school (not a good reason, I know, but please forgive me) and didn't pick it up until last week, so the rest of the chapters are unedited. I am editing (slowly, because I'm a lazy mofo) the other chapters as well, so if the flow seems a bit weird and the other chapters make you cringe, I apologise in advance. But thank you for reading so far, and I hope you stay a while! Keep doing what you love! (P.S. The story was official one year old yesterday and I didn't even know, so this chapter is kinda like a late birthday gift.)
Anseo :P
