A/N: Whoop new story. I've had this idea developing for a while and I finally decided it was time to write it. Vastly different from Consumed by Shadows and anything else I've written being an OC based piece but hey I decided to give it a go hope you enjoy.

English speaking

Japanese Speaking

English texting/writing

Japanese texting/writing

-Prologue-

Momoi Satsuki misses the comforting presence of the miracles second manager by her side. Don't get her wrong she copes perfectly well by herself she's done so for nearly 2 months by now. But no matter how much she tries she can't fill the role of two different people. The pink-haired girl may be brilliant at analysing players growth and potential but her best friend (aside from Dai-chan of course) had been a strategy master to almost the same level as Akashi. Someone who could take Momoi's stats and predictions and create entire game plans from them in what appeared to be a miniscule amount of time.

They all miss her greatly not just Momoi. Kuroko misses the girl he could sit and talk about literature with and not get boob-smothered in the process. Midorima misses the small tokens of luck left in his shoe locker once a week and the seeming only member of the team that understood when to leave him alone. Murasakibara can no longer touch a particular brand of sweets he once absolutely adored. Aomine doesn't appear to particularly care about their missing manager himself but he does sorely miss having someone to drag Satsuki off his tail every so often. Akashi even appears to flick briefly into a reminiscent mood whenever his eyes land on the photo hung up in the locker of the miracles including the two managers.

However, the effects of her departure are most obvious on Kise. To the untrained eye he's still a ball of sunshine, lollipops and rainbows but to the rest of the miracles they can tell he misses her. She had been his childhood friend after all even 5 years of separation on opposite sides of the earth couldn't have changed that. When the blond had first debuted as a member of the basketball club her eyes had lit up with a light none of the others had seen before tackling hugging the model to the ground in a sibling like fashion.

That day felt like 3 years ago but in reality it had barely been 9 months previously. In fact for all of them the day 2 months ago the girl had announced she was leaving them to go back to America…not to mention she was leaving only a day after she told them leaving no time to say goodbye to the girl they'd all become so attached too.

Now she's faded into a series of memories and a mark on an old backboard from one of their many failed attempts at teaching Kuroko to shoot. They all remember her the same. Long raven-black hair tied in a ponytail nearly to her waist decorated with a white ribbon tied in a bow. Bangs obscuring he right eye completely and framing the left. Pale jade-green eyes that appeared to glow ever so slightly in moonlight and sickly pale skin that no matter how much time she spent in the sun never tanned just burned uncomfortably quickly. She'd been incredibly small as well at least 5 centimetres shorts than Momoi and incredibly thin. Murasakibara had picked her up once and commented she weighed less than his snacks did. (Which looking back on it wasn't all that surprising…the purple titan had a lot of snacks)

Miyazaki Kisa had undoubtedly been one of the Teikou middle school basketball team's most prised members. Not to mention the miracles very much treasured friend and advisor. They just hoped they'd survive third year without her.

"Kisa!" The dark-haired 14-year-old looked up at the brunette boy before her clicking the end of the pen she'd been taking notes with absentmindedly.
"Hm…" pale green meets amber as Kisa tilts her head to the side in a questioning manner.
"You're leaving for Japan in a fortnight right?" The older teen is far to intrusive for her comfort but she's gotten used to the questioning by now. It's not often you get someone from halfway across the world move to your school particularly when they're already fluent in English like she is. Though admittedly she had spent 5 years in America before starting middle school at Teikou because of her dad's work. It's the same reason she'd returned to the USA halfway through second year. But not she's barely talking to him and returning to Japan for high school would just be easier. At least she'd stop being called a midget…hopefully.

"Yeah, and?" raven coloured hair falls a few inches past her shoulders. She had it cut to not much past her chin after leaving Teikou. Now she's trying to grow it back out.
"Will you miss us? And what about Masaru? Is he going as well?" Her eyes drift to look just over the boy's shoulder. Masaru is her twin brother yet they couldn't be more opposite. He's charismatic and open, people say socially magnetic. Kisa herself is quiet and withdrawn an observer of the human species from afar. She's often been told it's because of her genius level intelligence but she begs to differ. No one wants to be friends with the enigmatic girl known only for getting the highest grades in her year by a mile despite having been skipped ahead a year somewhere in elementary school and being and being the basketball teams strategic genius of a manager.

"I don't know and no." A basketball comes flying in her direction that she catches on instinct. She mindlessly walks onto the court where the team is practicing standing on the three-point line before jumping and shooting the ball swishing through the net effortlessly.
"It's easy to forget you're actually a good player yourself nee-chan." Masaru stands behind her towering over her at around 190cm tall. Sometimes she wonders how on earth she's so short despite her brother and parents all being reasonably tall. She also questions whether they're actually related the only thing they have in common is hair colour. Their eyes and skin are vastly different shades.
"I chose to become a manager and not join the female team for a reason." Her voice is barely above a whisper as she turns on her heal striding towards where she left her notes. The players all look stunned for some reason. She doesn't know why they get surprised anymore when she does things like this. It was made very clear from the beginning that she knew how to play and could probably beat half of them in a one-on-one if she so desired, she just didn't feel like it.

"To think I've been here for over a year, I'll be going to high school when I get back." She lets herself slide down the wall ending up with her knees curled tight to her chest; she flips her phone open to check for messages as she does so. The wallpaper on her phone is a picture of the Generation of Miracles herself and Momoi included. It's the final picture taken of the entire group before she had to move back halfway across the world to satisfy her father's selfish desires. She's just grateful he's finally decided to let her go back to Japan to an apartment where she can live on her own away from his overprotective clutches. It's not like she can't understand why he's over protective she was very sick as a young child and the death of her mother made him almost clingy to his only daughter. The annoying part is that to him she's still the scared 5-year-old staring up at the ceiling of a hospital room awaiting her death that never ended up coming not a strong-minded teenager with a craving for independence.

"Focus Kisa, I don't want you slacking off on reviewing the teams progress." The coach's gruff voice brings Kisa out of her daze as she reaches for the pen and papers she'd set to the side resuming her note-taking task. Her minds only half on the ball watching the players, half-heatedly taking down absentminded notes. The other half of her thoughts are taking up with wishing she could just get out of there sooner. Her fingers shake with anticipation of going back to Tokyo.

It is safe to say that Kise Ryouta was highly unamused when his phone beeped at 2 in the morning waking him up from much needed sleep after a modelling job had run late the night before. The 15-year-old groaned groggily reaching for the device set on his bedside table intending to turn it off once he looked at the text he'd just been sent. That way at least the device couldn't interrupt his sleeping schedule. Thankfully he didn't have school in the morning being only a week from starting at Kaijou High School for his first year.

However, upon flipping the phone open and reading the text all thoughts of sleeping flew the blond teen's head. A sad yet hopeful smile graced his features as he read the text again to make sure he wasn't dreaming excitement gradually taking over his emotions. The message was short only three words long but after a year of having barely talked to the childhood friend he viewed as a younger sister more than anything those three words meant so much more than a paragraph long text ever could.

I'm coming home
-Kisa

That meant a year and a bit of worrying that the girls abrupt flight to America had been because the illness that plagued her when they were little had returned. The end of a year of waiting for one of the few people on earth who actually saw him as something other than a model who happened to be a basketball prodigy at the same time to come back. Most of all he wanted her back so he could copy her homework again. As selfish as it might sound he would get higher grades if it weren't for his hectic schedule messing with his ability to do homework. He already knew she was coming to Kaijou with him. She'd decided sometime during their second year of middle school it was the school she wanted to go to.

Can't wait to see you again
~Ryou

The reply practically writes itself. It's shorter than he would have likes but it's also 2am and he desperately needs more sleep because he has another photo shoot in 6 hours that's about an hour away from where he lives. Ryou is the nickname she'd given him when they were 4 and 5 years old respectively. Since then it had stuck she hadn't called him anything else before her first 5-year block of living in America had begun 2 years later. She had forced herself to call him Kise-kun for a small period at Teikou but after about 2 weeks Kisa had given up lapsing back into using the pet name.

Halfway across the world in LA, California, United States of America a barely noticeable smile crept its way across a small teenage girl's delicate features.

The airport is so crowded and everybody else seems so tall that Kisa feels like she's being crushed before she's even made it through security. The only carry on luggage she has is a worn black and silver messenger bag slung over her left shoulder the bag sitting at her right hip. All it contains is her phone, a couple of American novel's she couldn't squeeze into her suitcases, her laptop, iPod and headphones. It's almost scary to think that all of her belongings fit into a messenger bag and a pair of moderately sized suitcases but she's not all that surprised. Half her stuff never made it to America in the first place and all she's taking back to Japan is clothes and book and a few packets of peanut butter cups because she loves them to death and can't get them in Japan.

People push her around a lot because of her size; in fact most of them probably don't even notice she's there at all. The line for getting through security moves excruciatingly slowly and it takes her nearly an hour since checking her luggage in to make it to the front of the line. Getting through security itself is reasonably easy and stress free she knows how it works at least having travelled numerous times before. The name Miyazaki allows her to bypass certain non-compulsory scanners as well. Her father is on a flight almost every other day the airport staff simply assume she knows what she's doing.

Once inside the airport Kisa still has two hours to waste before boarding the red eye to Tokyo. She gets a few odd looks from older people mulling around the terminus although she does admit it must be odd seeing a teenager that looks more like an 11-year-old alone in an airport late at night but it's not like she had the option to take any other flight. Well she did but her father booked the flight and bought the apartment she would be staying in behind her back springing it on her as a surprise only a month before she was due to leave. It had been nice but as someone who wasn't fond of surprises she would have preferred if her Dad had just let her help organise for the move.

In the end she finds herself curled in a seat in the gate lounge connected to the gate her flight is leaving from. A black coffee (no sugar) is grasp tightly in her right hand a pen in her left a notepad balanced on her knees. The final notes on the team she'd been managing whilst in LA stare back at her whilst she alternates between sipping the coffee and nibbling on the end of her pen one of her trademark nervous habits along with fingernail biting. There's only 15 minutes left until the flight will be called for boarding if the pass and boards around the airport are correct but it doesn't leave her any less nervous in fact it almost makes her tingle with anticipation. She can't wait to breath in the air of Tokyo again even if it's filled with smog and most definitely bad for her lungs.

Eventually the flight is called and she scampers on board ignoring the other passengers that try to question her age and what she's doing on the red eye flight to Tokyo during school term. She slips into her seat still ignoring everyone else. Thankfully the seat next to her is free and she lifts the armrest away so she can lie down without reclining the seat head rested against the aeroplane wall just beneath the window. The next thing she remembers after getting on the plane is coming into land at one of the airports near Tokyo. She hadn't bothered to remember which one she was coming into just the apartments address.

"Good morning, and welcome to Tokyo. The current outside temperature…" She tunes out the Captain halfway through the spiel that happens every time one lands in a new city. She'd memorised the basic speech a long time ago and frankly doesn't care about the weather. It's home and that's all that matters.

She briskly shoves her things back into the messenger bag when they're finally allowed to disembark. Turning on her phone she finds a number of messages from Masaru bugging her to text him once she's landed/gets to the apartment/meets up with some of their old friends etcetera. The only other message is from Kise saying something along the lines of meeting up on the way to Kaijou on the first day. She's too tired to bother paying more attention to it she'll read all the texts through later once she's gotten some well deserved sleep.

"Finally, home." Her voice is no more than a whisper but the two words have so much more meaning behind them than the dictionary would say they did. It's the beginning of a new chapter and hopefully she won't break everything she touches. Not this time.

A/N: Please follow favourite and review if you enjoyed it really encourages me to write. I hope the setup seems believable with the whole manager/Kise's childhood friend thing tell me if it isn't. I'll try to fix it if it doesn't.

Thankyou
-Angel