[ R&R. English is not my first language. ]
| (c) I do NOT own Kuroko No Basket or it's characters. I own all rights to Miyako Sao and her character development, however. |
" Miyako Saaaaaaao!" The announcer's voice blew through the air, sending chills up every single soul's spine. Miyako had been the last to go onto the platform of the gymnastics competition. She had been last to show every person what she could do physically. On the separate side of the platform in a tunnel stood Miyako herself, and her father. Miyako had been a first year at Seirin starting this year, and she had looked pretty young to be even going to highschool. She was about five feet tall atleast, only reaching her father's mid-chest in height. Her thick, royal blue hair had been pulled back in the neatest bun anyone could ever imagine. She had no fly aways in sight. Miyako's gymnastic Uniform consisted of a dark blue leotard that was covered in every sq ich possible with sparkles. She had a drape over one shoulder that connected to the leotard, leaving the opposite bare and heat-free. She began to scan the audience in search of her best friend Riko, an actual basketball coach at Seirin. The two were like the best of sisters, always pouring each-others hearts out to one another, always smiling and laughing. They were the definition of good friends. Miyako continued to scan the crowd from the tunnel. She was on the Seirin gymnast team, after all. While she was scanning, she noticed the rest of her team was already on the other side of the competition arena, sitting on the bench and unraveling the tape on their wrist and ankles. Some of her friends looked up and shot an encouraging smile. ' Okay, that means that the bars aren't far apart..' She thought.
Miyako began to shuffle out into the arena, but a firm hand on her shoulder stopped her. " Your team doesn't win this, don't bother coming home. I don't want another disgrace running around my household." Her father spoke. Her family had always been abusive, especially if Miyako hadn't won and brought a medal home, which was rare. She knew that one day they would force her out of the house, but she hadn't pictured it like this. Miyako nodded, stepping out into the arena. She hadn't been use too this type of arena considering it was the state champion ships. Miyako made her away across and sat on her team's bench, wrapping white tape around her wrist and ankles for extra support.
Meanwhile, Riko sat at her seat right above the mat. She had picked a front row seat to show her encouragement to Miyako. Next to her sat a second-year with round glasses. He continuously fiddled with the bridge of his glasses, pushing them up the second they had fallen down the tip of his nose. They both wore the Seirin male and female uniforms; Riko wearing a whistle around her neck. Tomorrow had been the first day of Seirin high for the three of them.
Riko's eyes squinted as Miyako made her way onto the mat, stretching out her arms and legs. Riko could see all of Miyako's physical abilites due to her revealing outfit. She gasped, fidgeting in her seat. The boy that occupied her noticed this, and immediately shot a glance at her that was full of worry. Riko just returned the gaze, her eyes still focusing on Miyako. She couldn't sit still her seat, and acted as if it was on fire.
" Ju." She began. Junpei knew that this was serious since Riko rarely called him 'Ju'. " Her stats are low. Usually, they are out of the house. Something happened before the meeting earlier. " Riko laid her elbow on the armrest and sat her chin inside of her palm. " I'm worried. Something's going to happen. She isn't trying her fullest like she usually would be. I don't see any bruises, so I don't have any clue."
Junpei sighed, fixing his glasses once again. He smiled encouragingly in an attempt to unworry Riko. " Maybe you are just caught up with Miyako's emotions. She's nervous, and you two are like twins. Just calm down and have a little faith, eh? " Riko remained quiet even though her mind was racing. ' Something happened. I know it. But, she would usually call me. Maybe Junpei is right, I'm just nervous for her.. ' Riko's mind paused, noticing something unique as her eyes examined Miyako, whom was now warming up on the stunt bars. She sat up quickly and startled Junpei.
' She added more tape then usual! ' Riko's mind shouted. ' Something happened to her right ankle. That's it! ' Junpei stared at Riko with a shocked expression, a sweat drop forming near the top of his temple. ' She must have too much stress on her.. She's starting to scare me! What do I do! ' Junpei rose an eyebrow at Riko in confusion. ' What the hell could she be thinking? I have never seen her this tense since last year when we almost made it to championships! '
Miyako was just getting warmed up. She eventually began her round on the bars, doing a front flip as she landed on the ground. The audience cheered and roared, but Riko noticed another fault. ' She's limping. ' Riko was ready to jump from her seat whenever she was needed. ' I swear to god, if her father did this.. I swear, I'll kill that bastard..' Miyako's stern father was even yelling from the sidelines; Nonsense that no one else understood. ' Why the hell is she pushing herself...? Does she want this medal that bad? If she keeps this up, she'll end up with a broken ankle. ' Riko's fists were already balled so tightly that her knuckles were a bright white. Miyako flew from the bars once more, landing on her right foot sideways with a sickening cracksound. She knew that she must have broken it then, but continued to climb back onto the parellel pipes.
Most of the audience must have noticed too. Instead of claps and roars of astonish, gasps and yelps replaced the sounds. Some men and women covered their mouths with their hands, shocked that the girl even stood up. Junpei was even at the edge of his seat along with a steaming Riko. Riko turned towards Junpei and sighed, angered. " I've had enough of this. "
" What? " Before Junpei could say anything else, Riko was already out of her seat and making her way to the judging table. Three Japan citizens sat in a neat row, scoring cards in a tight grasp in their hands.
" Excuse me. Can't you see that the girl's ankle is obviously in horrid condition? " Riko forced herself not to flip the whole table over ontop on the three judges. Her voice was stern and powerful. Riko could easily spot out a wounded athlete, and she knew she was not wrong about Miyako. The judges just glanced right past Riko to look at Miyako's bottom half. The judges glanced at eachother after seeing the swollen ligiment from afar. Miyako's father marched over to the judging table, almost shouting at Riko.
" What do you think you're doing, miss? Don't you read! Signs say only athletes and their coaches are permitted to be on the mat! Now, please! " Riko could have sworn she saw steam leaving his ears. She had put up with Miyako's father's crap for a long, tiring time and she wasn't going to stand for it anymore.
" Please tell me which sign says that injured athletes are permitted on the mat, sir? I am very aware of the other 'signs'. " Riko crossed her arms across her chest. The judges continued to stare at the duo.
" S-She isn't injured! Whattya talkin' about? Isn't she climbin' up those bars? " By now, the judges beckoned Miyako to the table. She was obviously limping and had been covered in sweat from head to toe. Miyako breathing fastened by the second. All of the arena held it's breath as they waited for the conversation between the judges and the three to end.
The judges called over a standby nurse that had attended just incase if this type of situation occured. The first judge pointed for the nurse to examine her ankle. As soon as the nurse even poked Miyako's flesh, she winced. The nurse shook her head in disappointment. " She's hurt. I think she may have to be disqualified. " The judges nodded, and Riko put on a smile that was full of pride. Miyako remained quiet, however. She knew that Riko just caused more hell for her and herself.
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As the duo was escorted out, Miyako's father came up to the two obnoxiously. He stood right infront of Miyako, whom just hung her head.
" I don't ever want to see your face again. Don't come home, either! " He snorted, throwing a tantrum with his feet. He then stomped away, and Riko turned to Miyako encouragingly. She threw an arm over her shoulder gently. " You can stay with me and my family! They love you, anyways. " Miyako clutched the crutch that she had been given and wobbled out into the parking lot with Riko. They were greeted by Junpei, and Riko's parents.
" Hey you two. We saw everything. Are you alright? " Her father spoke. He examined her crutch and ankle. " Let's get home and we'll patch that right up after we drop Junpei off at his house. Good job, Miyako! "
" You two need to get to bed early. First day of school tomorrow." Riko's father closed the door behind him as he left the girl's room. Miyako's leg was banadaged all the way up to her thigh, and she knew it wasn't going to look pretty with crutches and her school uniform. Riko heard Miyako sigh, and turned towards her bed across the room.
" You excited? " Riko smiled.
" I guess..." Miyako sighed again. " I won't have anything to do-"
" You can help me with the basket ball team! It'll be fun.."
Miyako smiled. " A-Alright.."
" Who knows..? You might actually find someone you like! Unless you like gir-"
" Riko! Just.. sleep." Miyako laughed, feeling as though she could speak freely to her bestfriend and didn't have to hold her tongue like she did at her original home.
" Jeesh.. okayyy.." Riko turned back over onto her side.
I so needed this prologue to be done! ;A; I had to cut out a ton of details.. But, yeah. This is my new OC Miyako. I'm going to follow the storyline and everything, so don't expect a big plot twist. Ihonestlydon'tknowwherethisisgoingeither. I'll just creep her in there every now and then. PLUSSS I LOVVVEEE THISSSS SHOOOWWW! I'll update this as soon as the next chap is finished. I really want some feedback on this, so even if you hate it or like it, I would love to know. ;A; This is pretty short because I had to get it out of the way. Next chap may be finished tonight and uploaded tomorrow. Forgive any typos, i typed this on my ipod . ;A;
ALSO! 1 chapter = 1 Episode. This is the PROLOGUE. Meaning, the next chapter takes place in the first episode. yes, this story goes by the anime instead of the manga sinceihaven'treadityet. ;A;