"Ah, geez," Kagami Taiga groaned as he ran his fingers back through his red hair in frustration. Kuroko looked up, straw in his mouth as he asked what was wrong. The taller man was still rubbing his face with one hand as he looked down at his cellphone. "My sister's here."

This made the silver haired boy's eyes brighten with curiosity. "I never knew you had a sister," he commented. It was almost August now, and the topic of his family had never came up – all Kuroko knew was that he lived in Japan alone after being in America for several years. "Is she from America too?"

"Yeah, she's coming here for high school." He sounded bothered by this fact. "This little brat...she was supposed to text me when she arrived at the airport!"

Kuroko looked up distractedly. "Maybe she's delayed."

"She was suppose to text me hours ago. Where the hell did this child go?"

CHAPTER ONE

Part One: Life, Interrupted

...

"Be open to new things today, and don't be afraid to

help someone who is in need. Today

can be a great new adventure for you. But don't forget

to keep your own desires

in mind."

...

"You're in an awfully good mood today, Midorima," Takao commented as they walked back from their basketball practice. His arms were bent behind his head, fingers against his dark hair as his pale eyes wandered around. "You were actually helping people."

"Why do you say it like that?" Midorima countered, with just a touch of bitterness in his tone as he narrowed his green eyes at his shorter teammate. He rolled his shoulders back, closing his eyes as he stretched his neck. It had been a bothersome practice - but his horoscope said to help...so he did. Wouldn't want to make it incorrect, after all. When he looked down at Takao, he only got a grin as a response.

"Well you're a bit of a tsundere so - hey, look at that." Suddenly he stopped, his silvery blue eyes landing on a street court surrounded by tall metal fence. Midorima sighed, pulling his duffel bag closer to him as he turned his head to the direction Takao was staring at so intently. "It's a court," he said flatly.

"Yeah, but look who's playing on it."

"It's a girl."

Takao sighed loudly. "I swear, you can be real dense sometimes." He didn't say anything else as he headed towards the basketball court and Midorima contemplated whether or not to consider that as a goodbye and go home – but instead, he found himself trailing behind the dark-haired boy.

"Hey!" Takao called out once he opened the chain-linked gate. She looked up at him, flickering back her red hair impatiently. There was a mildly interested look in her pale blue eyes but there was a completely confused expression on her face, as if she didn't understand. "You're pretty good at that," Takao continued with a good-nature grin.

She blinked and then laughed. "Sure." She had the slightest strange accent, as if the words weren't quite being pronounced to the fullest. "If that's what you want to call basketball."

She was holding the ball in her hands, and with the keen eye that Takao had, he saw the dirt smudged onto her fingertips that showed how long she had been playing out here. She easily raised the ball up to eye level and flickered her wrist, sending the ball against the backboard and rattling the net of chains – but inside, nonetheless. Midorima gave her credit for the three point shot, and her form wasn't too off...but it missed the swish he was accustomed to with his own shots.

Takao whistled, setting his bag on the ground and took her openness as an invitation to join. "Can I play?" he asked, smiling still. Midorima shot him a look, but he was ignored completely. The girl grinned at him, revealing a single dimple on her right cheek as she passed him the ball.

"Well I'll be going," Midorima proclaimed, making sure that Takao heard but he just bounced the ball back towards the girl. She took it and pivoted in one clear motion, flicking her wrist yet again and this time – swish.

More points for the power she had. Most people couldn't get away with shooting at that distant with just a flick and he stopped, watching instead. "Not bad," he said, dropping his bag by Takao's as well, holding out his palms for the ball. He didn't mind showing off, so he walked just to the half court line and flicked his wrist, shooting the ball with one hand. She seemed more alert, obviously and failing at – trying to hide a smile.

"Not bad at all," the stranger agreed with a full on grin now, her cerulean eyes bright. Takao ran after the ball, muttering show off as he threw it back to the girl. "Do you mind teaching me that?"

"It's just the same as throwing with one hand," he said vaguely. "But harder."

She laughed at that. "Thanks for the advice," she said sarcastically, her eyebrows raised as if daring him to say something else. To her credit, she jogged right next to him and he didn't realize before but she was...short. Not horrible short, but distinctly short compared to his 6 foot 4. She was at least a full foot shorter than him. But when she tried to shoot with one hand – air ball. He coughed to hide back a laugh but she didn't seem ashamed, instead looking up at him and grinned.

"Maybe it's cause you're tall..." she said lightly, tapping her lip as her eyes wandered.

"Or maybe it's talent," he said, gesturing at Takao to get the ball. His teammate groaned, whipping it at him, wondering why did Midorima get to talk to her when it was he that insisted to come in the first place. Everything just revolves around that selfish Midorima, doesn't it? Yet again, he balanced the ball at the base of his fingers – and swish.

"Or luck."

"Don't get him started on that!" Takao laughed, this time throwing the ball back at the girl. She threw it vertically up in the air with one hand, watching it closely before catching it with the same hand , and then – she whipped it. Takao laughed even louder as it slammed into the backboard and bounced against the fence.

Midorima looked down sharply, surprised at not only the fact she had a hell of an arm but the fact that a girl had done that, and let out a short something-that-could-be-called a laugh. "So what's your name?" she asked as she ran after the ball that was too far away from Takao and tossing it to him.

"I'm Takao Kazunari," he said, going up for a lay up. If he was trying to impress her, Midorima thought dryly, it should be with a far shot – not with such simple moves but she watched with the same slight interest.

"And is Takao your name name or family name?"

This got both of their attention. Midorima looked at her, his green eyes narrowing and his thoughts echoed Takao's spoken word. "What?" That was a strange question. She caught the ball, dribbling it with her left hand as she smiled shyly at them.

"Sorry, I'm just getting used to the whole Japanese thing," she explained as she tucked the ball in the crook of her arm and bent down to throw a duffel over her shoulder and grabbed a suit case with the other. Carefully balancing the ball in between her waist and arm, she shook Takao's hand and then approached him. "I just got here from States so I'm still learning a lot. My name's Ayame Kagami...Kagami Ayame?"

He shook her hand politely, noticing that her hand was although calloused, warm to the touch as he said, "You can call me Midor-" And then he stopped, catching the last part. Kagami?

And just when the two Shutoko students put one and two together, they heard a loud, all too familiar shouting only several feet away from them from a very, very angry same red-headed man. "Hey – don't touch my sister!"

Sister?

First Kuroko no Basuke fic - hi!

So...I just finished watching the anime and this idea started playing around because...well, because Midorima is it - hate it? Reviews would be lovely with this pilot chapter.

Thanks for reading! :)