Hey guys! Hope you like this more, personal take on a Kuroko no Basuke story. As the summary suggests, there will be a fair bit of OC's in this story, but don't worry. Kuroko and the gang will still be in this story.

"Hey…how was the game?" I shifted in his seat to face his mother and shrugged. "Come on now. Tell me." Again, I just shrugged, not really feeling like it. My little brothers were asleep in the backseat and I kinda felt like joining them. Not in the backseat, just in the land of sleep. "Okay fine. Go to sleep. Tell me when you wake up."

I nodded, leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. The drone of the car's engine the only sound. Then, and only then, I drifted off into sleep. The game. It was a couple of hours ago. The Winter Cup Finals. Seirin. Rakuzan. Kuroko versus Akashi. For the first time in a long time, I had felt excited about basketball.

The game itself…even I had thought that Seirin would lose. And lose badly too. It hurt to see Kuroko like that. Ready to finally…give up. And then I stood up. And cheered loudly. Soon others in the crowd began to cheer for Seirin as well. Putting their belief into Seirin. And it did the trick. To say that I was amazed would be an understatement. 10 points in one minute. It was no 8 points in 9 seconds, ala Reggie Miller. It was no 13 points in 35 seconds, like Tracy McGrady. But…it was still an amazing thing to witness.

For some inexplicable reason, I felt a sudden surge to play basketball again, that one moment. But it washed away. Though not as quickly as it would have a year ago. I could never play basketball again. Never again. But maybe…No. I couldn't even entertain the thought. The last time that I had touched a basketball was in gym class. And when I did, I wished that I didn't. Because the moment the ball and my hands made contact with each other, I felt faint. I felt himself begin to shake. And then I almost fainted.

It wasn't supposed to be that bad. But then again, that was over a year ago. Maybe I could finally touch a ball without starting to shake. Then again, why would I even touch a basketball? My new school had been notified of my…Affliction.

The only thing that could make me play basketball would be to force me. And that would just make me hate basketball even more. Well, not hate. Hate is a strong word. Maybe too strong of a word to use. No, I didn't hate basketball anymore. I could never bring myself to hate the sport that I loved so much. Heck, I even brought a ball to the game! To prove to Kuroko that I no longer hat-disliked basketball.

It was morning when I had awoke from my musings. Though it was the racket that my younger siblings were making that actually woke me up. Not my body's natural clock telling me to wake. I shrunk back into seat as my mother shoved a sandwich in front of my face.

"Here. Eat up. We should arrive in Fukuoka by…I think lunch? Yeah, by lunch. Your dad should have everything set up by then." I nodded wordlessly and munched my sandwich silently. After finishing the last few crumbs, I looked all around the car. "You need something Hiro?"

"Yeah…Where's the milk?" My mother shrugged.

"No clue."

My youngest brother, Hiruto reached into a side compartment and pulled out a carton of milk. "Thank you."

"Your welcome!" Hiruto said, brimming with excitement. I could only smiled back.

Shizune Ogiwara smiled down at me, her eldest, reached down into the open bag of peanuts and pulled out a handful. She then clicked on cruise control and popped in a couple of peanuts before ruffling my hair. "Mom!"

"What? Anyways…" Shizune turned her gaze from the road for a split second to look at me. "What happened at the game? The radio's been talking about it non-stop, and I need to know more!"

I frowned. The radio? Why would the radio be talking about a high school basketball game? Was it seriously that important? "I can't really tell you what happened at the beginning though."

"Because I dropped you off late." Shizune looked a bit sheepish. "Sorry about that by the way."

"It's fine. Anyways when I got there, it was the fourth quarter. Rakuzan had a 20 point lead. It wasn't looking good. Some people were already leaving. I couldn't believe it. And then in only a matter of minutes, Seirin cut the lead to just ten."

"But then…Akashi entered the zone."

"Zone?"

"Ah…The Zone is a special state of mind that allows a player to use 100 % of their brain's power."

My mother scoffed. "Come on. You believe that, 'we only use 10% of our brain' bullshit? I thought you were smarter than that." I stared at my mother with a blank face. "Continue."

"A-anyways, Akashi got into the zone and it seemed like the game was over right then and there. Akashi seemed unstoppable and he was doing everything. Blocking, scoring. He was a one man team. I didn't think it was possible to beat him…but…Kuroko…he did it." I felt myself begin to smile. "He stopped Akashi. Somehow."

"And then what happened? Seirin won?"

I nodded. "They did, but even after Kuroko stopped Akashi…Rakuzan still had a pretty sizable lead. Though it seemed that Akashi lost his cool and Seirin manage to close the gap. Giving Rakuzan only a 2 point lead."

"So then Seirin won?"

"Well, I don't know what happened during the timeout but, Rakuzan managed to get the lead back up to 10. Somehow. Somehow. And then…I…I uh…" Shizune gave me a smile.

"And then you did what, Hiro?"

My lips spread into a large grin. "I stood up, and called out to Kuroko. Telling him that I believe in him. I don't know how Kuroko even heard me, but he did. I certainly didn't expect him to cry. And I did not expect anyone to go along with me. But, a ton of other people stood up and began to cheer as well, putting all our faith in Seirin. And I guess it worked." My mother laughed and patted me on the back.

"Well good for you! It must've felt good right?" I smiled and nodded. "Do you know what would feel even better? Driving the rest of the way to Fukuoka so that you dear old mother can rest after driving for 10 hours." A nervous laugh escaped my lips as Shizune pulled over and got out. "Well? Switch with me. It's freezing out here you know! You got your driver's license didn't ya?"

With a sigh, I zipped up my jacket and got into the driver's seat and began to drive. Grumbling the whole time. Soon enough I could see the Fukuoka skyline, with Fukuoka Tower standing prominently along the shoreline. I could feel it become warmer and warmer the closer they got to the city. By the time we had reached the city limits, I had taken off my jacket.

"Hey mom. Which ward is our new house located in again?"

"Nishi-Ku. It's on the other side of the city though. And if this traffic doesn't get a move on we won't get to our new house till it's a quarter after 2, by my estimates." A groan escaped my lips and pressed on the breaks as the light turned red. Just as I was about to get across.

And as it turned out, my mom was right. Our new house was at the corner of a fairly busy street, with some traffic. Though a metro was pretty close by. Only a 10 minute walk at most. The house was almost like a palette swapped version of the house across, red and gold. And the one beside. As well as the one behind it. With a loud screech I parked the car into the drive way.

"Ugh! Finally!" My younger brother, Ogiwara Kensho stumbled out of the car and onto his back. Sighing, my mother lifted my youngest brother up by the collar and set him on his feet. "Come on Hiru! Let's see our room!" The 2 boys ran off into the house, which for reasons I didn't know, was unlocked and disappeared into the depths of the house. The sound of their still squeaky voices echoing.

I yawned loudly, my arms stretching out. "Man. I'm tired. And hungry. I'll probably go to sleep after dinner." I stopped short of the door when Shizune grabbed me by the shoulder. "Yes mom?"

"After you help me unpack, alright?" And so I did. Box after box. Roll upon roll of duct tape. Bag after bag full of clothes, and other accessories. I didn't know why there were 5 separate containers of food, yet there were. There was also a…basketball hoop in one of the bags. Disassembled of course.

"Hey mom! Why is there a hoop here?" She smiled and winked. "That…doesn't answer my quest-Okay then. I'll just take it out back I guess." I hefted the box up onto my shoulder and made my way out back. The backyard of our new house was bigger than my old one, with a fence separating our house from the next one. My father was waiting for me next to the car he used to get to Fukuoka in the garage.

Ogiwara Taro wasn't a big man. Heck, I was already taller than he was, at 188 cm tall. Though I do have to say that my father was may more defined than I was. Guess that's what happens when your job requires you to have good upper body strength. His hair wasn't dark brown like mine was, but rather it was a very light shade of red. I was the only one of their kids that had mom's orange hair.

"Hey kiddo. How'd the drive go?" dad asked me as I set the box down. A good chunk of our backyard was concrete. Seeing as how the grill was already set up and cooking something up, I could guess that dad specifically got this house because of the large space he would get for his weekly barbeques. "Let me guess, your mom made you drive most of the way to Fukuoka?"

"Um…I'm not really sure, but mom did make me drive the last leg of the trip, because she was getting tired, and used the fact that I recently got my driver's license to full advantage." I replied dryly as I handed the backboard over to my dad who layed it out on the concrete. "But, otherwise, the trip was really good. Got a good night's sleep and all that jazz. Though the sandwich I had for breakfast was kind of cold though. Then again, they were prepared last night, so I guess I can't really blame the sandwich for being cold."

After a good minute or so, the hoop was fully assembled. It looked like a 10 foot rim alright, with a golden rim and a red net. I heard the bouncing of a ball and to my utter surprise, my heart didn't immediately start beating faster. I turned my head and saw my two siblings run out of our new house, a red, white and blue basketball in their hands. For a while, I stood there watching them as they played, while my dad went out front to do what I had said I was, and help my mom finishing unpacking.

Hiruto threw the ball up as Kensho wrapped him up. The ball bounced off of the backboard and rolled its way towards me. I picked it up and was very puzzled when my body didn't start to shake as soon my hand touched the rubber of the ball. I tilted my head slightly, confused. My two brothers looked at each other and ran towards me.

I felt a smile form on my face as I began to dribble the ball. "Try and stop me." I hadn't dribbled a ball in a long time. A very long time. I was rusty, but my little brothers were too small to stop me as I drove to the rim and layed the ball in. "Too small."

Soon enough, by the time I went to my room for the first time, the sun had set. I lay on my new bed, with my laptop on my…you guessed it, lap. I was currently on my new school's website. Shizou High was one of the top schools in the whole region. And apparently their basketball team was also really good. In fact, they'd made the Nationals 6 times in a row, and they made it to the National Finals 2 out of those 6 times. I don't know why this fact interested my so much. It's not like I was going to even think about trying out for the team. Besides, a team this good probably didn't need me anyways.

With a sigh, I turned my laptop off and set it aside on my bedside desk, turned lamp on the desk off and pulled up my sheets and drifted off to the land of dreams to the sound of my dad's backyard barbeque.

The light poured into my room as a new day dawned. I groggily turned my head to the loud and annoying digital clock on my bedside table. There was only 1 week left till 2016 came, and only 3 months before the Start of the Nationals. I wasn't going to be doing much in this last week of school at Shizou High, seeing as how I just got here, aside from touring the school and getting to know the way to my classes and getting to know my classmates and teachers.

I quickly showered and dressed in a black shirt and white pants before making my way downstairs to the dining room. Hiruto and Kensho were eating their breakfast quietly, and across the table, my mom was reading the newspaper, a coffee mug in hand. Both of my parents were very westernized, preferring an American style breakfast over a traditional Japanese breakfast. Though, every so often, instead of the usual bacon and eggs, we would have some white rice, miso soup and maybe some natto.

Mom looked up from her newspaper as the sound of my footsteps reached her ears. "Morning Hiro. You excite to go to school?" I shrugged my head. "Yeah, I didn't think so either. So that's why I made some pancakes this morning. And you know what? We got some 100% Canadian Maple Syrup from your Aunt Kurumi in Canada!" I made a fake cheer sound as I brought the bottle of maple syrup out of the fridge, grabbed a plate of pancakes and sat down beside my mom.

"Shigehiro." I turned to look at my dad was eating some bacon. "Do you want a ride to your new school? Because the traffic in the mornings here is really bad, and I don't want you to be late for your first day at your new school."

"Nah, its fine. I looked up the metro route to Shizou and it's not even really that far. It's maybe a 20 minute walk at most and a 15 minute walk if I go fast." I looked up from my breakfast and glanced at the clock above the sink. 7:50. "Hmm…I should probably leave at 8:20 then. Or maybe I could go early."

"I'd suggest you go early son, because if you leave at 8:20 you'll be the only one here, because Hiruto and Kensho's school is the all the way across town." I shrugged and finished my pancakes as fast as possible, while still eating like a normal human being.

Soon after, I grabbed a hoodie and pulled it over my head, donned Shizou High's white blazer grabbed my single-strap backpack, pulled on a pair of black socks, and put on my shoes. "See ya later mom, dad!" I called out, plugging my earbuds in. I would never admit it to anyone, but AKB48 was my guilt pleasure. That and Gackt. Though Supercell had to be my favourite band still. I hummed My Dearest by Supercell under my breath as I walked briskly through the streets of Fukuoka.

And then all of a sudden, I was hit in the head by a basketball. By no means did it hurt, but the force of it all left my left ear ringing. I could barely make out the sound of a voice apologizing for hitting me in the head. I turned to see a teen around my age with black hair, and unusually bright green eyes. The most noticeable thing about him was that he was wearing the Shizou High Uniform, which while similar to Rakuzan in design, was different in colour scheme. Which instead of being white and teal, was white and gold.

"Hey man! Sorry about that. I was just shooting some hoops before school starts, and I guess I missed the entire fucking backboard and hit you in the head. Sorry about that."

"Oh no, it's fine. It was also partly my fault for not paying attention." I rubbed the back of my head sheepishly. "But I noticed that you go to Shizou High."

He laughed. "Yeah, I noticed you were wearing the uniform, but I was pretty sure that I've never seen you before. Are you transfer student?" I nodded my head and the smile on his face grew. "Great! I always like meeting new people." He then looked to the way I was walking and raised an eyebrow. "You're walking to Shizou? Dude, its only 8:10, unless you're in a club, which I know you aren't, you aren't allowed to be even inside the complex."

"I mean, I kind of knew that, but I never really even thought about it. I just thought that if I showed up early, I'd get a tour of the building or something."

"Well, you'd have gotten a tour of the place anyways." I shrugged. "Oh…um…I didn't catch your name by the way."

"Hmm, oh I'm Ogiwara Shigehiro."

He grinned. "I'm Kumagawa Kizashi. Nice to meet ya." I smiled and shook his hand. I never had that many friends really. I don't know why, but I always had a hard time making friends. I don't know why. But whatever. New city, new me right?

As it turns out, we weren't allowed in to the complex. 'Told ya so.' So the two of us decided to go to the court that was nearby. Under normal circumstances, I would've done my best to stay away from something like that, but I just wanted to test something out. It was good thing that the court was currently empty right now. Though there was a fairly large puddle left over from the rain a couple of days back, from my estimate.

With a sigh Kumagawa set his bag down on a bench and took his blazer off, folded it and set it aside before finally rolling his sleeves. He grinned at me and began to the dribble the ball before shooting it. I watched his form, the way his body never stopped moving during his shooting motion, the way Kumagawa held his follow through, the way his feet tilted to the side, the way his hips tilted to become aligned with the basket. As far I knew, Kumagawa's form was picture perfect, and the ball snapping through the hoop all the more confirmed that to me.

He gave me a grin and turned to me before passing me the ball behind his back. I reflexively caught the ball with my left hand. Kumagawa face morphed into an expectant look. I shrugged and shot the ball from my spot. Somehow, I managed to bank the ball into the hoop. Kumagawa caught the ball and in air and tipped it back in.

I stayed back and Kumagawa would pass me the ball, and I would shoot it. By the time that it was time to go to school, Kumagawa was drenched in sweat. Me? Not so much really. I was just off at the three point line, bombing away, so I can't really say that I broke a sweat.

Kumagawa clicked his tongue and made a satisfied sound as he donned his blazer and put his backpack "You're pretty decent you know that?" Again, I thought nothing of it and just shrugged. "You know, the team could use a guy like you. You're kinda tall, and you're a decent enough shooter."

Shaking my head, I pulled open the door to the school. "Uh…not that I don't want to, it's just that I don't want to. You get me?"

"Aw well, it was worth a try. But, try to reconsider my offer will you? Anyways, seeing as how I'm probably the only person you know at this school, I'll take you to homeroom." I stopped by the locker number that was on my time table and waited for Kumagawa, who walked off, to return after he realizes that he doesn't even know what my homeroom is, Not even 10 seconds later, Kumagawa turned around and walked back towards me with an embarrassed looked on his face. "About that thing about your homeroom…Ah…What is your homeroom?"

"Class 2-B."

My new friend's face lit up. "Well, what a coincidence, that's my homeroom! Come on then! Let's go!"

Why did I feel like this was all just some big cosmic joke being played on me? Oh why?

I do not own Kuroko no Basuke as should be evident.