Me- Well I kept saying I wouldn't do this, but I really have too. Basically I ended up making a new character and her name is Hanako (I really have to stop using that name). I made her character by listening to waiting for superman by Daughtry, face down by red jump suit apparatus. This story I'm going to start from the beginning to when before she was even born so that you have a bit of a back-story for her. I swear every time I write a character, I make their story so depressing . Anyway her story will be in 1st pov until later. I may also just keep it as first person so don't mind if it is. She's the teller of her own story and I hope you guys like her enough to stick with this story.

Hanako no basket

Prologue

It wasn't like my life was perfect; everyone had their own picture perfect life they dreamed of, but it never ended up that way. My mother was only 16 when she had met my father, and they had been in love since the moment they met at a basketball game. If you think that it was one of those happy-go-lucky scenes then you guessed wrong. My father was as clumsy and tripped on his way over to say 'hi' to my mother. My mother gave off a smile as she helped him up, but from that moment they lived happy lives.

It wasn't until the day they had called my father off to war that my mother had revealed to him that she was pregnant with me. He still left. My mother had watched with her blue eyes as she watched him pull away in a taxi; the kiss still lingering on her lips as he went off to fight in the war. A few months later I popped out; I had the same color eyes as my mom, and same hair color as my dad, which was a snowy white. That was the first time I had seen my mother's smile. My father was still away, and my mother was distraught over him not being able to see his daughter's birth. It was my smile that made her happy. It's amazing how much an infant's smile can make someone so incredibly happy.

Three years later I was growing up quite well, my white hair already reaching my mid back as I watched a basketball game on T.V. That was the first time I had seen a game of the sport called basketball, but I was instantly drawn to the sound of the basketball as it hit the group, and the squeak of shoes as they ran across the gymnasium floors. One of the taller players had been the one to inspire my love for the sport the most when he made the infamous slam dunk as the crowd went wild. From that moment I knew I wanted to play, and many times I would ask my mom about going to the park to play in which she'd respond " You're just like you're father."

I'd reply " Where is Daddy, Mommy?" It was a tone of innocence but my mom never wanted to hurt my feelings.

"You're daddy's out saving the world, and he's just trying to protect us from those who want to harm us." My mother's way of keeping the fact my dad was at war was unique, but the way my mother hid her emotions from me was even more remarkable.

One day my mother had taken me to the park like she had promised, and that's when I had met a boy with blue hair. His eyes were a darker hue of blue from his hair but when I saw him with a bunch of other kids my age on the kid sized basketball court I couldn't help my enthusiasm as I ran up to them to play. The boys of course didn't want a girl playing with them and slapped the basketball out the blue haired boys hands before walking away while pulling him along. It was one of the things that I had to deal with when making friends, but since they had left the basketball on the court, I had silently thanked them for allowing me to practice alone. It was my first time touching a basketball, but it felt right in my small finger tips. I started out by stepping back a bit before throwing the ball as it completely missed the basket. I could hear the boys snicker from a far as I turned toward their direction with sad eyes. The only one who wasn't laughing was the blue haired boy whom was probably the hardest one to read. My mother saw my troubled expression as she came over to show me the basics of basketball. The second time I tried the shot, with my mother's help, I had made the basket. The moment it went in I turned toward my mom with a bright smile as I gave her a big hug. The boys jaws had dropped as they watched me improve little by little in the sport. The only one I couldn't tell about was the blue haired boy with the dark blue eyes.

Everyday I had gone to the park with my mom and eventually the boys had let me join their game after they saw my vast improvement. That was the first time I had played a game of basketball, but of course since we were three, the score keeping wasn't exactly up to par. There were a vast amount of shouts of "You're cheating", and "that's not the way you play", but the only one who didn't make a sound was the blue haired boy whom I had grown an interest in. I had attempted to talk to him that day but my mother had pulled me away before I could. A few days after I had gone to the park again, but I never saw that boy again, to the point where it was as if I had imagined him. A few days after I had given up on finding him, dismissing him as a figment of my own devices.

One day I had asked my mother to take me to the park again, but when she was about to answer she had gotten a phone call. That day was the first time my mother cry; she had been so distraught that day that she had yelled at me even when I did absolutely nothing wrong.

"Mommy, can we go to the park now!?" I questioned from behind my door. I could hear my mother's cries from my place against the door. That day had been the worst day of my life and I didn't know why my mother had cried until I had grown older. The next day my mother didn't hesitate in taking me out for ice-cream to make up for her behavior. She had given me a hug that day, but when she pulled a way I had a clump of her black hair in my palms. She stared at it in shock as she dropped me off at my grandmothers to stay a few days. That was my mother's first diagnosis with cancer. I always asked my grandparents what cancer was but they never answered me, but eventually my mother did get well again which made me smile. I'm 13 now and my mother has done great for years and I couldn't be happier.

It was Monday morning as I woke up for school, it was my first day at Teiko middle school. I quickly dressed in my uniform as I brushed my long hair which was much longer from when I was three. I quickly finished my look by tying the end of my hair with a bow. It was my usual style and I kept too it for the last three years.

"Mom, I'm heading out!" I had called as I ran down the steps.

"Please eat breakfast first." My mother pleaded, but I had already exited out the front door to enjoy my first day of school.

When I first entered the school building, I saw many people gather around to join different club activities, and of course the one club to stop me was the track team. If I can name a special skill of mine, it was my speed. A lot of the kids I had known when I was younger often called me the flash, which I found fitting, but I didn't go by that name anymore. All I ever wanted to do was join the boys basketball team. For many years I had attempted to but only to immediately be shut down a billion times with many of them saying to join the girls. I admired the girls basketball teams, but I wanted more of a challenge and that was playing against the boys. I admit I was a bit of a tomboy, and that attitude stuck with me but it was one trait of my personality that had stuck. I tried to walk past the track team but they had then become persistent to the point of me caving in and saying "yes".

After the run in with the track team, I saw the boys basketball team. I wanted so desperately to run up to them and requested to play with them but I restrained myself. I learned from my many mistakes, and had decided to go to the practice first to show off my skills so that they would at least give me some thought. As I was walking around the school, I had accidentally bumped into someone, and I had immediately fell on to the floor. I had than chosen that moment to look up, and it was a guy with red hair and eyes.

"I'm sorry, forgive me, but may I ask what your name is?" I questioned the boy whom merely smirked before walking away. I couldn't help but think 'The nerve of that guy' as I brought my fist up as if I was ready to hit someone.

I decided to forget about the rude boy as I walked around to find my first class of the morning, and to my disbelief, the guy from before was in it. It was just my luck to have such a rude guy in my class.

"Well, this is a new student, so can you introduce yourself, or whatever." The teacher droned on as if he couldn't take another day of new arrivals. I merely smiled, already playing out the self-introductions in my head.

"My name is Mizaki Hanako, and my one true passion is playing basketball, I hope you will take good care of me this year." I spoke as I gave off a sincere smile. The class smiled back as I glared at the back of the class room. The guy from before had an annoying smirk planted on his face and I couldn't take it.

"You may sit where ever you want, or whatever." The teacher spoke as I sighed at the teacher nonchalant personality. I took that opportunity to take a seat next to the boy who had run into me before.

"I hope you treat me well this year, rude boy." I couldn't help but call the boy.

He merely smirked with an evil glint in his eye that gave me the creeps.

Eventually classes had ended and at this point I had run for the boy's basketball club since they were initiating the newbie's into their team. When I had arrived; I had shocked the boys on the basketball team whom seemed surprised to see a girl in a gym uniform ready to play basketball.

"What the hell are you doing here!?" One of the boys exclaimed as they couldn't help but stare at me, slightly confused that I was even there with the boys basketball team.

"What do you think, I want to join the club." I announced as one of the guys merely laughed.

"The girls basketball team is practicing tomorrow, why don't you join them." The guy whom had laughed mocked.

"I'm sorry, no offense to my fellow girls, but they're not much of a challenge like you guys are." I admitted as the guy glared at me.

"Then since you're a girl, wouldn't that mean you're not a challenge. " The guy laughed as he pushed back his black hair with his right hand.

"Want to dance pretty boy?" I questioned as I stole the basketball from him with ease. I ran as fast as I did on the track field as the guys gawked at me, and once I shot a basket they were even more amazed that I actually made a three-point shot. I averaged about 60% of my shots actually going in. Usually when I'm running, I pass the ball, so I usually aim the ball wrong, but I've been steadily getting better at making shots, and I'm glad that today was the day it had gone in.

"Does that get me a spot on the team or what?" I questioned the pretty boy whom had mocked me. He merely laughed as he picked up the basketball, spinning it on his index finger as he glared at me.

"I'm never letting a cocky girl such as yourself on to this team, you might as well forget about joining the team; fix your attitude and we'll talk, but even then I wouldn't let a girl on this team." The boy snapped as I glared at him. I immediately left after that but as I was leaving some of the students were whispering about a ghost player that would shoot baskets at night in the second gymnasium, but as soon as you looked, no one was there. The story in its self-interested me, but before I decided to check out the gym, I had to go home to make a meal for myself. My mother was going to the doctors tonight, and then hopefully after checking out the mystery, she'd be hope afterward so that we can talk about what happened at the doctor's office.

After eating I didn't waste time going to the second gym to check out the mystery. I heard a basket ball being dribbled, and for a second I had believed the rumors, but when I looked I saw a boy with blue hair.

"What are you doing?" I called out as he turned to me in shock.

"You see me?" The boy questioned as I looked at him in curiosity. I walked closer to him, and notice he was only an inch taller than me if not the same height as me.

"Why wouldn't I, unless you're a ghost?" I questioned a bit freaked out.

"No, I'm not a ghost, but most of time people don't notice me because of my weak presence." He replied in a monotone.

"That's strange, I saw you clear as day, but I do admit you do have a bit of a weak presence; do you like basketball?" I questioned him as I looked at the basketball in his hands.

"Yes." The boy replied as I smiled politely.

"I love basketball, I've loved it ever since I was three, and I'd always have my mom take me to the park to play, but the boy's team here won't let me play on their team." I admitted with a small pout playing at my lips. For a mere second I swore the boy had smiled but then again I could have imagined things. I looked at the clock and without realizing it, I had run out of the building at top speed before I could even say goodbye or for him to even speak. Once I reached home, I quickly opened the door to see my mother with sad eyes.

"Sit down for this." She had said, and from that moment I made a promise that my mom would see me play with the boys basketball team in a game before she died. My mother has cancer again, but this time it wasn't going to go away. She would eventually die from it, and until then I promised myself I would do anything to get on that basketball team, for my mother's sake. Her last request was to see me play a game with them, and that's what I was going to do if it killed me.

end of prologue

Me- How was it, and be completely honest, and later on you will find out the reason she can see kuroko when he's playing basketball. Anyway I hope this story is a good one =)