Author's Note! Hiya, writing another story cause I'm a procrastinator and there's not enough KNB stories on FF. (Not that those two things have anything to do with each other.)
Disclaimer: Kuroko No Basuke doesn't belong to me, though I would love it if it did. Only Kioshi is mine.
"Mom? Mom! No,no,no,no! Don't close your eyes on me! MOM! Hang on, I-I'm calling help. Please mom, do-don't leave me."
"K-Kioshi. I-I love you."
"Mom? MOM! NO, MOM, MOM!"
-Christina Jones died at 32, cause of death was blood loss from a gunshot wound. EMTs pronounced her dead on scene, her son Kioshi was found sobbing and covered in his mother's blood.-
"Kioshi-kun, are you sure you want to go?"
"Yes Tou-san." The young boy chuckled. "It's just school, I think I'll live."
"I don't understand why you want to be dropped off so far from the school!"
"Come on, you know what'll happen if they see me show up in this. I'll get swarmed, again!"
The older man sighed, ruffling his son's orange hair. "Well, I suppose it's your choice. Call me when you need Takashi to come pick you up."
The ginger boy grinned up at his father, grabbing his bag and slinging it across his body before taking off in a sprint down the street. "See you tonight, old man! Tell Mai I want cajun for dinner!"
"You're going to kill me with the spice kid!" The older man yelled back as the ginger raced around a corner towards his new school.
Kioshi stopped running a block from his new high school, Seirin High. He walked silently down the street towards the school already hearing the loud voices of the students trying to pick a club.
He walked casually through the arch of the school, catching several people's eyes as he strolled past them with his hands in his front pockets. On his body, instead of the uniform was a dark blue hoodie with black inside the hood, a pair of black skinny jeans, and on his feet were a pair of expensive dark blue basketball sneakers.
He walked through the crowd of students, spinning past a young man with light blue hair. Listening until he heard the words 'Basketball'.
He dodged around a group of older boys handing out flyers for the basketball club and walked toward the table. He leaned against a nearby tree and listened as the girl told a boy with red and black hair that tryouts were after school in the gym.
He grinned to himself and twirled around in a circle before gliding towards the school building, humming a song under his breath.
Kioshi jumped over a student who was kneeling down tying his shoe. He called back an apology as he continued running towards the school gym, occasionally jumping over bushes or darting around students.
He skidded to a halt right in front of the doors, taking in a short breath he casually kicked open the door and spun into the gym, stopping in front of a stunned girl and a blue haired boy.
"Oya oya, I'm not late am I?" He asked, grinning at the girl.
"W-what?" She breathed, looked at him in confusion.
"The basketball team!" He tilted his head. "The tryouts are still going on, right?"
"Hm? Oh, yes yes." The girl looked down at her clipboard. "What's your name?"
"Oh, I won't be on there." He leaned forward, peering at the clipboard. "I didn't have time to sign up this morning, I was late."
"Okay," she looked over to a taller boy wearing glasses. "Name?"
"Tachibana Kioshi." He closed his left eye, grinning with his tongue between his teeth.
She looked down at her clipboard, scribbling something down. "Hm, shirt. Off."
"Eh?" He looked behind him at all of the shirtless boys. "Oh."
Kioshi quickly pulled off his shirt and dropped it to the ground. A sharp gasp came from the girl in front of him as she ran her eyes over his body.
"You..." She trailed off, her eyes glossing over.
He leaned closer and widened his eyes. "I don't want to play on the team."
She shook her head when she heard that, looking at him in confusion. "Then why are you here?"
"I want to join the basketball club." He leaned back. "I just don't want to play."
"Why not! Your stats are-" she began, only for Kioshi to cut her off.
"I want to be assistant coach, I have an ability I think you might find useful."
"What is it?" The girl asks, cautiously.
"I noticed you can see people stats, right?" The girl nods at him. "Well, I can see players moves, I suppose."
"What do you mean 'player's moves'?" She asks as the glasses boy moves closer.
"Well, I can see where they're going to move, how hard they're going to throw, where they should move to get a basket, what move they're going to use..." The boy trails off as the girl's eyes start to sparkle.
"Can you really?" She grins.
"Eh, yes." He looks over at the tall boy with glasses. "Duck."
The boy ducks as a basketball flies over his head and into the ginger's left hand.
"Oi, cat-boy it's not nice to throw things at people's heads." Kioshi tsks at a boy standing behind the tall glasses kid.
The glasses boy turns around and glares at cat-boy. "Idiot!" He smack the cat-boy in the back of the head before turning to the ginger. "Thanks."
"Mmm, no problem." He hums, looking down at the ball. "I wonder..."
He spins around and throws the ball at the blue haired boy standing behind him. "Catch."
The boy blinks and catches the ball.
"WHERE DID YOU COME FROM?!" Everyone except for Kioshi and the boy yell.
"He's been behind me the entire time." Kioshi tilts his head. "Did you not see him?"
"NO!"
"Hm, so that's what I felt." He grins at the boy. "Tachibana Kioshi, you can call me Kio!"
"Kuroko Tetsuya." The blue haired boy nods.
"Tetsu-run!" The boys bounces over to stand next to Kuroko and leans in to whisper in his ear. "Your ability is going to be super helpful."
"Eh, where'd Tachibana-kun go?" The girl asks, looking around.
The blue haired boy looks over at Kioshi with slightly widened eyes.
"Mmm, coach I'm right here!" He waves, grinning at the coach.
The girl's cheeks light up in a blush when she looks at him and she quickly turns away. "Okay, come to practice tomorrow after school, you're dismissed."
"Dad, why did you send the helicopter!" Kioshi shouts, bursting through the mansion's doors.
"Kioshi-kun~" His father sings, spinning out of the dining room towards his son.
The ginger throws a shoe at his father. "Dad, I thought I told you I didn't want to be noticed! Where does a helicopter not get you noticed?"
"Ow, Kioshi that hurt!" His dad moaned, laying on the floor holding his nose.
The boy sighed. "Dad, you sent a helicopter into a suburb. I think you can deal with the pain of my shoe hitting your face."
"But Kioshi," the man whined. "Your school is so far from the house, why don't you want to go to the nice private school down the street?"
"I told you, they'll know who I am. I don't want to be known as the Tachibana Heir or the son of Christina Jones or The Wild Orange, I want to be known as Kioshi."
The man sighed, standing up. "Alright, I won't send the helicopter anymore."
"Just..." The boy sighed. "Send the Bentley."
"Oh which one?" His dad asked, walking towards the dining room.
The boy followed his father after putting on the slippers. "Mmm, the black one? No, the blue one."
"Got it." His dad nodded, tapping on his phone. "By the way, Mai made you cajun."
"OH MAI I LOVE YOU~" The boy sang, shoving past his father and running into the kitchen.
"GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN, BOY." CRASH SMACK
"Maiiiii, that hurttt"
"GET. OUT." CRASH
"Eeepp, I'm going, I'm going. Stop throwing forks." The boy screamed. "NO NOT THE KNIVES."
Kioshi ran through the rain towards the gym, cursing loudly in English as his hood fell off of his head.
The doors to the gym crashed open as the boy slid into the room.
"Sorry I'm late!" He yelled out, shaking his hair out. "The bent- car wouldn't start."
The player watched as he pulled off his hoodie leaving a black shirt. He threw the hoodie at the wall behind him, grimacing when he heard the plop sound.
He looked up at the paused players. "Hey, glasses move four centimeters to the left or you won't make that shot."
The boy with glasses looked down at his feet then up at the basket, sliding to the left and throwing the ball.
Swish
The ginger boy chuckled, pulling off his shoes and pouring water onto the floor where he was standing. "How? I just..." The boy whimpered looking at his ruined shoes.
"Are those Air Jordan's?" One of the players asked, squinting.
"What? I mean, they were. Now they're just wet shoes." He pouted, ripping off his other shoe.
"Those are really expensive though!"
He looked over at the boy who said that. "What, no I bought these with a quarter of my allowance."
The boys eyes bulged. "How much is your allowance?!"
The ginger blinked in surprise before smacking his forehead. "Nice job, idiot." He looked towards the team that was looking at him in confusion. "Uh, a lot. Go play basketball already!"
The players looked at him for a few seconds before the coach blew her whistle. "He's right! GO PLAY BASKETBALL!"
They all started running towards the court as quickly as they could.
"Great, now I have to wear my Original Jordan's." The boy muttered to himself, throwing the shoes by his hoodie and digging in his bag. He pulled out a pair of black and red sneakers, shoving them on his feet before jogging over to where the coach was standing.
"Mini-game?" He asked, looking over to where the teams were split.
"Yes, we need to test their strength." She nodded, looking over at the soaked ginger.
"Mmm," He hummed, looking over the younger kids' team. "Red hair is going to dunk."
The coach looked over at Kagami and blinked. "How can you tell?"
"He's showing me." The boy mumbled, eyes glossing over. "It could use some work, but he's pretty good."
The coach smiled, as blew the whistle throwing up the ball.
Kagami jumped and pushed the ball to another kid, running towards the basket. The kid caught the ball and threw it to Kagami who was by the basket. Kagami caught the ball and dunked, just as Kioshi said.
The coach looked over at Kagami, eyes sparkling.
"Told ya." Kioshi grinned, hands behind his head. "His dunk is powerful, but it could use some work. His legs were pushed too hard for that dunk and his arms used too much power."
The coach ignored him, too caught up in her thoughts.
Kagami let go of the basket and dropped to the ground, all of the other players looking at him in amazement.
"Oya Oya, Kagami!" The redhead turned to look at Kioshi. "Nice job!"
Kagami grinned and jogged away from the basket.
Soon enough the score was 11 to 8, first years in the lead.
Kuroko got the ball stolen from him and Kagami knocked it away from the basket.
The coach blew the whistle.
Three players surrounded Kagami, all intent on blocking him. The second years kept blocking Kagami from the ball and soon the score changed to 15 to 31 in the second years favor.
The first years were all breathing heavily and complaining until Kagami picked one of them up and started yelling. Kuroko walked up behind him and hit his knees causing Kagami to let go of the other kid and tremble.
Kagami angrily swung at Kuroko as the second years debated whether or not Kuroko was even in the game.
"Hey, coach." Kioshi tilted his head to the side.
"Hm?"
"You know Tetsu-run's been in the game the entire time...right?"
"WHAT?!"
"Excuse me, could you pass me the ball?" Kuroko asked, shaking his hand out.
Three minutes left to the mini-game and the score was 15-31.
The ball was passed to Kuroko and he passed it to a first year by the basket.
The second years and the coach uneasily thought about what just happened.
"Nice pass, Tetsu-run!" Kioshi cheered, throwing a thumbs up to Kuroko.
"What, wait Kuroko did that?" The coach asked, looking over at Kioshi.
Kioshi grinned at the coach. "Of course, didn't you see? That was great!"
Kuroko continued to use misdirection to pass the ball to the first years as the second years got even more confused.
The score was now 36-37, the first years were catching up.
Kuroko got the ball and started running down the court.
"Oh boy." Kioshi mumbled looking in Kagami's direction. "He's gonna get mad."
Kuroko missed the basket and Kagami jumped up, yelling about hating the weak as he made the shot that Kuroko messed up.
Kioshi walked into Maji Burger and looked up to see Kagami choking on a burger. In front of him sat Kuroko, drinking a vanilla shake.
Kioshi ordered a chocolate shake and spun over to their table as Kagami tossed Kuroko a burger.
"Hey, Tai-run!" He snatched a burger off of Kagami's tray and grinned. "Hey, Tetsu-run."
"Oh, not you too!" Kagami groaned, shoving a burger in his mouth.
"Hello Kio-kun."
Kioshi chuckled, taking a sip of his chocolate shake. "Don't worry Tai-run I just came in to get a shake, I gotta go, see you tomorrow!"
He jogged out of the door towards a dark blue Bentley. "Takashi, I got you a burger!"
Kagami looked out the window to see Kioshi's orange hair dive into a Bentley and choked again.
"He's got a Bentley?!"
"Tadaima!" Kioshi shouted as he slipped off his shoes.
"KIOSHI-KUN~!" His dad ran into the foyer.
Kioshi threw one of his shoes at his father's face. "Dad, your supposed to say 'Okaeri'."
His father laid on the floor and held his nose. "Why, son, why!"
Kioshi snickered. "Oh, hush. It wasn't even that hard of a throw."
His father stood up and walked towards his son, holding the shoe. "What happened to your other pair?"
Kioshi groaned and pulled the soaked shoes out of his bag. "It was raining."
His father laughed and dropped his shoe on the ground, snatching the wet pair out of his hands. "Guess you'll just have to wear a different pair."
Kioshi grumbled and walked into the dining room. "What's for dinner?"
"Hm? Curry I think."
"OH MAIIII, I LOVE YOU!" Kioshi ran into the kitchen.
"OUT OUT OUT!" CRASH "WHY DO YOU ALWAYS DO THIS?!"
"Ack, Maiiii" Kioshi flew out of the doorway. "That hurt!"