Hello all! Welcome to Untouchable! For those of you who are new to my writings, thanks for checking this story out :). For those of you who are wondering why the hell I've decided to post yet another story when I've got two already up and running, think of this as a way to get rid of pesky writer's block. It's an idea that popped into my head at some point whilst reading Kuroko no Basket fanfic and seeing as I am currently stuck with writing my other story, Guardian Monster, I figured I'd get this done to help make sure I just don't fall off of the writing grid so to speak. I assure my regular followers that may or may not be reading this that this story IS complete. I can go back to Guardian Monster as soon as I've got all these chapters up- which I'm posting all in one shot.

Now, I haven't watched the series of Kuroko no Basket in some time, though I have finished it which is good I suppose. The time line is a little more spread out compared to that of the anime, but I think it goes along with the real timeline fairly well. There is a major role of Prince of Stride: Alternative in this here thing, but hopefully for those of you who haven't seen that this is still fairly understandable- I tried to make the factors of the anime that take place in this story understandable.

Anyways, as usual, I'm only going to say this once as I hate repeating disclaimers: I do not own anything from Kuroko no Basket OR Prince of STride: Alternative. What i DO however own are all... ourteen?...Let's go with sixteen just to be safe in case I missed someone...Anyways, I do own ALL of the OCs you will be seeing through out the story. Only one or two of them have major roles but all of them are important.

Anyways, enjoy the show! If you have any questions, feel free to PM me or ask it via the comment box below. :D

Chapter 1: Cursed

Their lungs burned, yearning for oxygen however they only got less and less as they continued to run. Run, and never stop. Their arms and legs worked together, fighting to hold their passenger up, trembling with each step and stride, each swing back and forth. Their heart pumped blood as fast as it could, trying to keep its master going. Going. Going. The goal was so close! Their body ached, it yearned for rest- it wanted nothing more than that. Something would give if it ran any farther, any harder. But they just continued to go, their eyes straight forward, their breath coming out in heavy erratic heaves and huffs. The ground under foot trembled under their waning might, begging, "No more!" just as their body did. But they kept running. And running. Soaring over the pavement, leaping bounds of territory they had never touched before hand. Their toes had long since gone numb, leaving the person uncertain as to whether they would be okay or not. Eyes forward. The goal was right there! Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't! Stop!

Don't!

Stop!

(Untouchable)

They were running against someone. Someone whom was fast- faster than anyone they'd ever gone against before. They ran like two horses on a race track, chest heaving just as hard, legs working even harder. Their heart burned, their lungs felt like they were going to collapse. Their feet had long since lost all feeling but they kept going. A grin was on their face even as the wind rushed through their hair, whipping it to and fro as though they were standing in front of a tornado. Around a corner, down the road, over a pole and under another. Gravel was introduced, hands were brought into the equation. Ahh, their skin burned with the heat pouring off of them. Did they have any sweat left? Could they keep going? They had to! This really was the best!

(Untouchable)

Or so so they thought. When they looked over their shoulder to find their opponent, a different one than the one from before, they found naught but thin air. A voice in their ear assured them that they were in the lead by a substantial amount and thus told them that they were winning. But upon hearing this, their grin fell. Their blood began to chill, their skin held onto the sweat it released instead of getting dried off by the wind they made via running. Their legs didn't tremble. They could do more with ease. It was not difficult for them to speed up- they had another level of energy that they could pull from. But where was their opponent?

They stopped completely, slowing down to a halt despite the voice's protest for them to keep moving. The clock was still running! What were they doing?!

But they didn't care. Instead, they turned around completely and walked back the way they came as though they had never been running in the first place. Their lungs heaved, but they knew that they could handle a faster pace. Their skin was slick with sweat, their shirt long since drenched, but they knew they could handle an entire level higher in difficulty. When they found their opponent, the person that had been dashing at their side only what felt like a few seconds ago, they were not surprised. Kneeling there on the ground, coughing and hacking in an attempt to calm their heart down, tears littered the ground below their face.

They looked at their opponent, the broken form that they were, and scowled.

It happened again.

(Untouchable)

"What do you mean you won't run?!" The team's Captain demanded, a snarl written on his face clear as day. His eyes were narrowed into deadly slits and his fists were balled into fists. One of which slammed sideways into the nearest locker that held his belongings. "You're our ace! You need to run! It's the most important race of the entire season!"

"I've made up my mind," their voice was dark and defensive, their face set into a deep scowl and eyes set to be stone cold. "You can't make me run- you can always pull someone from the second string. Adjust the running order, have the team forfeit, I don't care".

A third voice, one more gentle and kind- an attempt to understand rather than accuse- spoke, "But you still haven't told us why. Did someone threaten you? Did something happen with your family? You're not hurt are you?"

Their voice, the second, and their face turned to the third. A grateful gleam entered their eye. At least someone was trying to understand. Although they were nowhere close to having the right answer. It didn't matter, though- it would be given all the same. "The only one who can out run me, is me. There is no one faster than me, no one who can react as fast as me, no one who can go as far as me. Only I can reach the clouds above my head. Only I can sit in my throne. Only I can open the gate. The only one who can beat me, is me. Take your pick; all these statements are true. I'm not running any more". It only hurts to see the crushed hearts of those they go against. They turn their back on the two others without another word, hands balled into fists.

Cursed.

They are cursed with this skill, this ability, that no one can touch.

And no one could understand that.

Would they ever be free?

(Untouchable)

"Wake up!" the voice slams into her ears, resonating well with the painful whack that meets her skull. The rolled up paper that meets her temple jolts her awake from her sound nap, bringing a yelp from her lips. The shocked jump and the natural urge to get away from the attacker cause her to fall from her seat in a heap of bones and a pained groan. Laughter rings through the room even as the instructor scowls death her way. Instead, however, she grins sheepishly and rubs the back of her head even as she continues to sit there. "Well? Aren't you going to get back into your seat?" The teacher demands, eyes behind glasses nothing short of seething.

She however tilts her head, "Oh, I thought you just wanted me to wake up. I mean, I'm awake now. Can't I just stay here on the floor?" She smiles at the sound of more laughter, finding it amusing that the others get her odd- smart mouthed- humor.

But the elder human does not agree with those under his tutelage, "In your seat now Tensai. Or do you want to help me after school again?"

But the young woman, Tensai, winces, "No. But if you really insist, Osaki-sensei. I gotta remind you though. Last time you let me help you grade the tests you got upset because I wouldn't stop making comments about the wrong answers". She ignores the snickering of those around her. Some of which being the owners of the tests the had left her mark upon. Osaki-sensei is only left to sigh, unfortunately, his hand rubbing at his aging eyes behind glasses. He is silent as he gestures to her seat again, walking away as he does so. "Oh, thanks Sensei. I didn't know I was allowed to sit here," she snarks with a snicker, a playful grin on her lips. She gets no answer, however, which is a little disappointing. But then again, she supposes she's riled him up enough- forcing him into displeased silence has become a fun game for her despite it being only the beginning of the year.

She does not bother to pay attention to Osaki even as he continues to drone his way through the rest of the lesson- most of which upon glancing at the clock, she realizes she slept through. Unfortunately it was not as good a nap as she had been hoping for. Well, at least they only had twenty minutes left until the final bell rung History class always bored her to tears- or sleep- but then again so did every other subject other than PE.

...No, wait, scratch that. PE bored her too.

Lunch was the best she had through out the day.

She had come to this particular academy in hopes that there would be something interesting- something worth her time. She had gone so far as to even try out for a team. She would have joined too...If it weren't for the fact that they all sucked. How they managed to keep on going despite their lack of skill, she knew not. Shortly after, she gave upon joining a club and instead decided that going straight home was best. Although from time to time she did stay after school to amuse herself. Tensai glances towards the clock, a smile spreading across her face to show that she is pleased. Nice! One nap and not a single note taken- she's proud of herself, truly. Ahh, she probably should try harder. Probably. But she just...Can't. None of it interests her, she'd just rather relax and coast though the years. Of course, she could go straight to work- find an apprenticeship or something- and go from there but she found no point in that either.

Ten minutes left. Nice.

"Alright, before you all run out of here like a pack of wild animals," Osaki's gaze roams over the heads of the teenagers before him, "I have an assignment for you. It will be done in pairs and you will be expected to give a presentation within two weeks. Your job is to give a report on the historical figure I assign to you. Simple. However, the presentation will be most of your grade so don't just go writing me an essay and reading it in front of the class. The way you show the rest of us your information will basically be the make-or-break part of your success or failure. I'm giving you this time now to get together with a singular partner and discuss what type of presentation you will be doing. Once you've settled on an agreement, come to me and I will give you your subject. If you do not come to me by the time the bell rings, I'll be giving you a historical figure tomorrow first thing. Get to it".

Tensai pauses, a thoughtful look taking over her face as she ponders. That 'singular' part of the explanation she knows to be for her. After all, last time he attempted to let them pick partners, she insisted that a pair could be any two people. So, she had five different partners to work with. It was funny to see his face when she explained that to the teacher. That was a good time. However, for the day she knows that for the day she has done enough damage without actually getting honestly punished. So with that in mind, her eyes scan the crowd as she turns to look for a suitable partner. Now... Who would be willing to do most of the work for her?

However as she scans the heads of teens both male and female alike she frowns, irritated. Everyone is pairing off without her? That's no fun at all, let alone fair. However, her attention is pulled back to the front as an unfortunately familiar voice speaks up in front of her. "Having trouble finding someone to pair up with, Tensai?" It is a taunting sound, as though he believes this to be a suitable revenge against her for her antics today. "That's okay, I wasn't going to let you pick anyways. I have a special partner for you".

Tensai tilts her head, curious, "And that would be...?"

"Aomine," he announces, "I think the two of you will make an excellent duo". With that, he gestures to his side, signaling to the tall young man at his side.

It is only then that she at last realizes there is a second person there. As well as the intimidating air he carries around him. He is a minority, being as tall as he is and easily towering over Osaki's broad shouldered self. His hair is short and a deep blue, his eyes a matching color, their shape making him- as most students would say- look like a delinquent. He holds his large frame lazily, the haze in his eyes telling her that he may have woken up from a nap recently. A scowl rests on his features, also telling her that he isn't at all pleased with the current situation. Not that she is either. And here she was thinking about asking Sakurai to help her out- he can't say 'no' to anyone. If only he weren't absent today. How did she miss this massive hunk of teen? Aomine? She's heard that name before, too, though she can't recall where from. Then again, it's probably not important.

Tensai stands herself, her legs pushing her frame to its full height and allowing her to nearly look the teen in the eyes. Yes, for a young woman- one of Japanese blood at that- she is incredibly tall. She thanks the German blood that runs strong in her veins, giving her an advantage to many a female and most Japanese males. "Aomine huh?" She confirms with a friendly smile as Osaki-sensei walks away after placing their assigned historical figure onto her desk between them. She remembers him now. Famous kid for just being a first year at such a top notch school. "I'm Tensai Tatsumaki; nice to meet you," even though they've been in the same class for apparently two and a half months now. "You're the ace of our men's basketball team, right?"

At last, the other teen answers, a frown that appears to be stuck there deepening, "Yea, what of it?" This girl is freakishly tall. What is she, about 182 centimeters? That's really not a lot shorter than he. She doesn't look like much, despite her height. She has an athletic build, having small breasts- a disappointment really, like just about any other girl in this school- and legs that seem to go on for miles and miles. From what he can see of them, her arms look pretty strong too. Does she work out or something? Whatever. He meets her vivid green eyes steadily, blandly even. Her hair is weird, nothing but a snowy white color he'd never seen on anyone before. Styled in two layers, the shortest is about down to the middle of her neck, straight as a pin, however there are wavy locks of hair that are longer and rest on the left portion of her head. Straight bangs are swept to the left, keeping them from obscuring her vision completely. It oddly fits her gently angular face.

Tatsumaki smiles, "Nothing of it. I just wanted to make sure I was thinking of the right person". Though a smile rests on her face, a disturbed thought enters her head. This guy is an ass, isn't he? That's okay, she can deal with asses just fine. "Anyways, I'm out of here. See ya". She turns with a wave, just the slight twiddle of her fingers as she leaves having gathered her things while they shared a staring contest. She cares not for whether or not she's made him annoyed at her. She has better things to do.

Returning her indoor shoes to her locker, she hears rather than sees a frame lean against the metal with a dull thud. His arms are crossed over his chest, his lightly tanned face pulled into a frown as he looks up at her. "So, what did you do this time?" his voice is deep, just like the one she had heard a few minutes ago. However, where as this one sounds almost gravelly, the other one seemed to drawl from his lips in a bored manner- it was also smoother if nothing else. "I heard Osaki yelling from next door- nearly gave half the class a heart attack".

Tatsumaki laughs, amused, "I was sleeping of course. It's what I do, you know". Finished with putting her belongings away, she turns to look to the young man leaning against the lockers. He is shorter than her, yes, however the way he holds himself makes him seem taller. He is a broad shouldered fellow, with a thick chest and neck to go with his strong jaw. It is obvious that he works out, being better muscled than the average teen however it would not appear that he is a body builder. His short hair is a moss green, his eyes a striking crimson in contrast. "Anyways, I'll see you later. I've got a bed that's calling my name," she insists. However, instead of letting her pass, the green haired male places his shorter stature in front of her. She pauses, blinking down at him. Though he is indeed of smaller size, she still feels like she is looking upon a wall that refuses to move for her.

So instead of trying to go through it, she goes around it.

But apparently walls have hands, because a meaty palm wraps its way around her wrist. This causes Tatsumaki to turn and raise a brow at her fellow freshman, questioning but not in the slight curious. She, after all, has an idea of what he wants. A rather good one at that. He does not waste time, instead demanding of her, "Join the Stride Club".

She pauses, blinking. And then the calm demeanor fades into something bland. If she could see herself, she would imagine it to be similar to the look Aomine had been wearing when she was talking to him. Bored, blank, disinterested. "They're not worth my time," she denies, tugging her hand from his hold with a forceful twist, breaking through the weak portion of his grip with relative ease. "See you tomorrow, Yuji," she calls over her shoulder, hefting her bag with little care. Ah~. There goes her good mood and everything. A scowl rests on her lips as she walks away, going through the doors of the academy and leaving the building behind her. Her strides are long and purposeful, wanting to get back home so that she could sit and...Do something. Like hell she can sleep now. She can thank Nobuyuki Yuji for that. Jerk.

As she makes her way off the grounds of the school, she can feel her limbs begin to itch. Not the kind of itch where one needs to scratch their skin in order to get rid of it. But rather a metaphorical type of itch. The kind that makes one want to do something. Tatsumaki clicks her tongue, knowing well just what her body wants to do right now, what her heart yearns for. It happens every single time that jerk mentions that stupid sport. Her feet come to a halt at the gate of the school grounds, her eyes cast to the earth below her. Her legs itch, her arms itch- hell, her freaking heart itches. They want to move, to run, to speed from and to somewhere. It irritates her to the point where the urge becomes almost painful. A scowl rests deep on her face, her eyes tight with annoyance as she merely stands there wondering. Should she? Or should she not? Which would cause her more pain? More irritation? Would it be worth it? Would any of them be able to beat her this time around?

No.

And so, Tatsumaki leaves the school completely behind, not caring for the damn moss head as he calls after her, demanding that she stop and 'listen to him damn it!'. She could care less. With a soft grunt and a clenched jaw, she makes her way home by foot. The good thing about living near the academy is that she does not have to take a dreaded train anywhere. Those blasted metal cages are annoying enough as it is. Why would it be worth her time to ride one of those anyways? Shifting her bag on her shoulder, she turns her head to the sky, drinking in the spring air with her lungs and letting her emerald search the clouds for nothing in particular. There are no shapes to be seen today, unfortunately. She walks with little care as to whom she passes, her stature large enough to ward away anyone in her path whether by choice or coincidence. As her feet travel casually over the concrete, she finds her mind wandering not to the issue at hand but rather to a different subject.

Aomine Daiki, the ace of Tōō Academy's basketball team. She's heard he's good- exceedingly so- though she has little interest in the sport. Certainly she's played it before in PE, going back and forth across the court, and she does have some skill- or at least she's able to control the ball- thanks to certain aspects of her past. But she finds no joy in the action of bouncing a ball this way and that, dragging it around with you and having to put it into a basket without a bottom. It's all a chore for her- then again, any sport with running in it is a chore now a days. But the fact that he could become the ace of the rising team of their school in his first year says something that much is certain. Being the ace of any team of a renown academy is nothing to sneeze at- not in her mind. She wonders. Is he fast?

He has to be, she supposes, to be an ace.

But no matter. He's a strange one, that kid. Tall and bland, a seemingly permanent scowl on his lips and in his eyes. She recognizes the look well enough to know that it too is on her face. The look of someone whom is bored with their own skill and ability, having too much to know what to do with it all. For people like him and her, trying even a little bit is enough to metaphorically tear out someone's heart and curb stomp it into the concrete in the middle of a five way intersection. Poor guy. On another note, she wonders if he's angry that she just up and left him behind. What else were they supposed to to do anyways? Discuss what they would do for the project? Ha. Tatsumaki doesn't do projects- it's all so boring. So why do it in the first place? For a passing grade? Psh.

But she digresses upon spotting her home.

It is a simple abode, being a simple two story house with three bedrooms and two bathrooms- a full living room and kitchen included. Its roof is a simple shingled black, the outside walls a regular tannish color like many of the houses next to and across from it. Pulling a key from her bag's pocket, she unlocks the door and slips off her simplistic sneakers haphazardly as she steps through the entry way. No point in straightening them up, really. "I'm home," she greets the empty air, knowing no one would answer her call. Despite being built for a family of three if not four, she is the only one whom occupies this household. But to say it all the same is a nice feeling- kind of. She meanders her way through the hall that holds but itself and a staircase straight to the right of the entry way. With wooden floors of a simple yet well polished dark brown, the walls stand tall in the form of creamy colorlessness. Simple, but bland. Walking through this hallway, she bypasses the living room on the left and the closet under the stairs on the right. The laundry room at the end of the hall and the small office down another hall as the first makes a sudden right is also ignored. Instead, she enters the kitchen and heads straight for the fridge. Pulling out simple ingredients, she is determined to make something worth filling her current hunger. The house is silent save for her actions of chopping and dicing, watching the food cook carefully and testing its broth for flavor and what it may need in addition to what it already has.

As she makes her way into the living room- a place with a soft rose colored carpet and plush black furniture, the walls a pretty gold-ish color- she feels the phone hidden in the waistband of her school uniform's skirt vibrate harshly against her flesh. It causes a small jolt of surprise to rush through her veins, though her bland expression does not change. She has a good idea of who it is. Tilting her head, Tatsumaki flips open her simple silver colored phone and presses the proper keys in order to read the email she received. Her frown deepens as her eyes scan the dialog there.

"You know you still love to do it. Join the Stride Club again. I miss hanging out with you" It reads as the one to have sent it takes on a softer angle than he did about half an hour to twenty minutes ago.

But Tatsumaki has no intention to do as he begs, feeling her heart only squeeze with disappointment as she sends back a simple, "No," with the hope of her harsh feelings being sent through to Yuji. He doesn't get it either, she know this well, but she cannot bring herself to actually scream such facts at him. She realizes he is only trying to do what is best for her, as any childhood friend would for their suffering companion. However, she doesn't actually want that kind of help- or any help really. "The only one who can out run me, is me," she drones as she turns on the TV and flips it to a channel with a familiar show currently playing.

Her phone goes off again, persistent, "Stubborn as always." But the text says nothing else. It would seem that he's given up for the day.

Good.

Tatsumaki removes herself from the living room, heading back to the kitchen that doubles as a dining room and checking on the dish she is currently preparing for herself. It makes enough for more than one person, however this is why she made it. This way she has lunch. The green eyed, snowy haired girl collects her meal and returns to the living room again where she settles down and eats. Her body still itches, urging her to stand and do something to relieve the tension in her muscles. But she ignores it, as usual, and opts instead to eat her meal and watch the program. "Man, really? You weren't supposed to go against the plan, you idiot," she tells the protagonist with a grumble. She is forced to watch the character on screen get beaten down by his opponent, the sword that was in his hand flung into the air and landing tip first into the muddy ground of the rainy scene. "See? This is is why you should have listened".