Ivy groaned, her head throbbing painfully. She couldn't remember why though. Her body was heavy and cold, feeling like a block of ice. Though, there was a warmth tight against her chest, and around her thighs. Trying to open her eyes slowly, grumbled, realising that she couldn't. What had happened to her? Why was she in so much pain? There was an agonising burn in her right thigh, the burn feeling like it was dripping down her calve and off the tips of her toes. Trying to piece together her foggy mind, she tried to speak. "W-where am I?" there was no reply, but the warmth on the back of her thighs shifted a little. At least she had been right, there was someone carrying her. Her eyes still refusing to open, she heard a gasp, the sound of cars slowly filled her ears, and the familiar sounds of a hospital.

"What on earth happened?" it was the voice of a hysterical woman. The warmth on her chest left her, a stiffness meeting her back.

"She fell." That voice, it was familiar, though not one that she knew well. "From the rocks." His voice was smooth, and deep. Edging on concerned. "I was walking past and saw her." the nurse was scratching away with a pen, writing down what happened.

"How long was she in the water?"

"Maybe ten minutes." His voice was so soothing, Ivy felt as if she could fall asleep listening to it. "There's a pretty deep cut on her thigh, and she banged her head pretty hard." So that's why her head was throbbing. "She wasn't breathing when I pulled her out, but I got her to again." His voice was getting quieter. "Her name's Ivy Peters, she's a student at Seirin High School. Says so in her wallet." His voice was moving further away from her, she had no idea who he was, maybe she'd seen him around her school somewhere, and that's why he sounded familiar. She tried again to open her eyes, only to have them forced open and blinded by a light.

"Thank you, sir. Are you a relation?" the nurse questioned the voice.

"No, I have nothing to do with her." he answered, before she heard his footsteps rush off.

Blinking slowly, Ivy reached for her head. There was a bandage around her head. Why was there a bandage around her head? Sighing, she looked around the room she was in. was she in a hospital? What was going on? Startled, she stared at the door as it opened. "U-uhm…"

"Oh, Miss Peters, you're awake." A slim black haired woman said with a soft smile. She was wearing a nurses' uniform. That makes sense, if she was in a hospital. "You've been asleep for the last three hours."

"What's…going on?" her head throbbed lightly, but the pain was bearable. Looking at her arm, there was an IV connected, something dripping into her system. "Where am I?"

"Oh dear," the black haired nurse smiled again, touching her arm. "You're in hospital, Dear, you had an accident at the beach."

"Yes, but how am I here?" Ivy hated not knowing what was going on, she needed to know the details. She looked at the clock above the door. "Is it ten am or ten pm? What hospital is this? Why aren't my parents here?" her voice was crackling a little as she spoke, she didn't notice, but the nurse did.

"Your parents aren't able to be here, for some reason neither of them will answer our calls. A young man brought you here after you fell at the beach, and it is ten am." The nurse checked her vitals. "You've been here all night."

"A young man brought me in?"

"Yes," the nurse's smile widened a little. "He was quite a looker, even with that scowl on his face." there was the faintest blush on the young woman's face, though it quickly disappeared. "Is there someone we can contact for you?"

"Not really, my parents are both out of the country on a business trip." Ivy sighed again, touching her head again. Now she remembered, her parents weren't with her because they weren't around. "Do I have to stay here long? Were my things brought in?"

"Are you sure there's no one we can call?" the nurse pushed again, looking at her notes. Ivy frowned, shaking her head.

"Do I have a concussion?"

"No, just a minor wound." The nurse admitted, sighing a little. "You also have fifteen stitches in your thigh, you can't move it around too much." She looked at the door. "The Doctor will be in shortly to check you over."

"If I don't have a concussion, isn't there rules that say I can go?"

"Do you not like hospitals?" The nurse's chocolate eyes crinkled a little as she smiled. "I'm sure there are worse places to be."

"I can't think of any." Ivy mumbled under her breath, laying back. She stared up at the ceiling, her forest green eyes clouding. "I suppose you know what's best."

Aomine balanced his basketball carefully in one hand, staring at the ceiling of his bedroom. Two days had passed since he fished that crazy girl out of the ocean. What had she been thinking? He threw the ball up, before catching it again, frowning. "Crazy woman." He mumbled, rolling onto his side to think.

Aomine walked along the road, sighing. He had just finished practicing with Kuroko, deciding to take the long way home. He looked over towards the ocean, wondering why people always commented on how beautiful the beach was during the sunset. Squinting a little, he spotted a dark figure against the light of the sky. She was standing on the ledge of a cliff, looking out over the water. He tilted his head a little, he noted how her amber hair caught the light, the long tresses catching in the light breeze. If he didn't know any better he could have sworn he saw tears on her cheeks. He took a hesitant step closer, staring at her. She wore a simple top and skirt, no shoes. Though her legs were covered in thigh high black socks. He took in the sight of her body, the way she moved as she shifted her weight from leg to leg. Was she thinking about something sad? Why on earth did he want to know? He noted the swell of her breasts, the obvious curves of her hips and thighs, she wasn't Japanese, at least, not fully. He took another step towards her. Maybe this was his lucky day. Just as he opened his mouth to call out to her, his eyes widened. She stepped off the edge of the low cliff, plummeting towards the rocks and water below. Swearing loudly, he ran towards the path to the water. He needed to get her out of the water, or she'd die.

It took him ten minutes to get her out of the water, her clothes soaked right through, body shivering from shock. He checked her breathing, swearing as he noticed there was no rise or fall of her chest. Not quite sure what to do, he shook her a little, causing her to cough up considerable amounts of water. He swore at her again. She was bleeding pretty badly, and all he could think was he needed to get her to the hospital. Reaching into her pocket, he pulled out her wallet, frowning. There was a small charm attached, a basketball. He shook his head, checking her id, what her name was, where she lived. Before slipping it back into her pocket. He moved her carefully, finally managing to get her onto his back. He carried her to the nearest hospital, before hightailing it home.

Aomine looked up at Satsuki as she threw a pillow at him. "What?"

"You didn't answer your phone." She stated plainly, crossing her arms with a pout firmly plastered on her face. "We're supposed to be going to see Tetsu today."

"I don't feel like it." The memory of the girl trying to commit suicide in front of him was gnawing at his brain like a rabid dog. "I plan on staying in bed for the rest of the break."

"Please? Tetsu wanted to see you again, for more training."

"No." he rolled over so his back was facing her. He did want to talk to Kuroko, but not yet. He needed to get his own mind around what he'd witnessed.

"Fine, be boring." The annoying woman huffed, stomping out.

Ivy looked at herself in the mirror, frowning. The graze on her head was getting better, and she could hide it behind her hair, but nothing she did could take away the pain she felt inside. It had been two weeks since her 'accident', and slowly, the memories of what she tried to do came back to her. She remembered standing on the cliff, crying, but after that her mind kept going blank. Had she really tried to kill herself because her of family situation? It was true her parents were both out of the country, but that was because they couldn't stand the sight of each other, nor could they stomach seeing the child they had made together. Her father blamed her for everything that went wrong in his life, the money troubles he encountered, the gambling, even that her mother was cheating on him with a rich British Nobel. When she couldn't stand it anymore, she had moved out, taking what she could. The little money she could make working after school, along with what her grandparents could send her kept her alive. Looking at her hands, she sighed. That boy, whoever he was, had saved her life. She didn't even know what he looked like.

Running a brush through her hair, she sighed. Trying to get herself back into some asemblance of normalcy she had decided to go and cheer on her school's basketball team during their practice match. A friend of hers had tipped her off that they were playing one of the teams they had defeated during the winter cup the year before. She wanted to see it. The way those large men handled themselves, made her forget about her own issues. She herself wasn't exactly built to do sports. She couldn't run too fast or her breasts would start to hurt from bouncing around, that took out most sports. She had similar troubles with swimming, not being streamline enough to gain speed. She sighed again, running a hand over her thighs. Her stitches had been removed the day before, the nurse had been surprised at how quickly she was healing, but that was nothing new. Ivy stood, checking herself in the mirror again.

She nodded slowly, wearing a pair of fitted jeans, simple running shoes, and a simple black and red shirt, low enough cut to show things off without being too revealing. It clung to her curves just right, but hid any imperfections she saw about herself. Nodding in approval, she quickly pulled her hair into a messy side braid, not wanting to get too messed up, nor risk her thick fringe moving away from her healing skin. Taking her shoulder bag and a pair of sunglasses, she walked towards the door of her apartment. Her friend had agreed to meet her at the game, which was outside.

Walking quickly, Ivy waved to her friend as she spotted her. The petite Japanese girl smiled at her, black hair framing her face perfectly. She was standing with a tall man, who she knew was on the team. He adjusted his glasses, giving her a look. "Kimi, am I late?"

"Of course not!" her friend hugged her, grinning. "They're waiting on the other team's ace. He's running late." She pointed up to the man with her. "Have you met my brother?"

"No, I haven't." Ivy blinked, surprised that she didn't know her best friend's brother happened to be the captain of the basketball team. "How did I not know he was your brother?"

"He's my dirty little secret." Kimi teased, linking arms with her friend. "Let's get a good seat in the grass so we can watch my brother's team kick butt."

"Sure." Ivy smiled. Kimi was the perfect distraction. She could take whatever bad things going on in Ivy's head and turn them into kittens and rainbows. Kimi just had that effect on people. Ivy watched closely at the two teams warmed up, taking note of the boys she recognised from their school, two of them even seemed to be from her grade. She smiled, leaning on her friend. "So…you have a crush on any of the boys?"

"Oh gross!" Kimi giggled, jabbing her friend in the side. "You know I don't swing that way." She giggled, looking over at their rivals. "The manager for Tōō is absolutely adorable though. She's been strutting back and forth over there on the phone since I got here." A small purring sound left her throat. "Her butt looks great in that tiny little skirt."

"You're a worry, Kimi, my friend." Ivy smiled, looking up as a ball landed right in front of them. A large red-haired man ran over, looking apologetic. Moving quickly, she picked up the ball, smiling at him. "You seem to have dropped this." She spoke carefully, handing it over. Her eyes travelled over his body, he was so well built for a high schooler. He smiled at her awkwardly, taking the ball.

"Thanks." He turned, throwing the ball back to the others, not staying for a chat. Sitting back down, Ivy sighed, thinking about the hospital again.

"Hey, Kimi. You know, I need some help finding someone." She smiled awkwardly.

"Oh?" Kimi was nibbling on a gummi snake, smiling at her. "I might be able to help."

"I don't know…I have no idea what he looks like…I only know his voice."