Authors note: We (Yes, there are TWO people writing this story. Just call us Clare and Ilena) would like to say hi…. So, HI! This is our first story so go easy on us…. This story will contain a main OC as well as yaoi(m/m) pairings so if you don't like one of them, BE GONE! Anyways, we would love all types of criticism (Hopefully helpful) so please go ahead and review!

PS: Seijuro is 185cm in this story. (Clare: Ilena wants to fangirl over him legitimately-she's tall so…. Blame her.) Kiyoshi was injured but recovered fully and is able to play basketball…(Ilena: Clare would kill me if I didn't allow Teppei to be in this story…O.O)

Disclaimer: We sadly do not own Kuroko no Basuke. If we did, it would be a yaoi manga…

"Speaking in Japanese"

"Speaking in English"

'Thoughts'

Let us begin!

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COME JOIN US AT THE INTERNATIONAL BASKETBALL TOURNAMENT!

Created by the International Basketball Foundation and hosted all around the world, the International Basketball Tournament is looking for the best non-paid players of each country!

Each team should consist of at least 7 players to the maximum of 20 per team.

The teams should consist of males between the ages of 15 to 25 as of 30th December 2014 – exceptions will be made for those with official permission from the International Basketball Foundation, one coach and one manager.

The tournament starts on 27th March 2014. And will be held at the Tokyo Metropolitan Gymnasium.

Please call the International Basketball Tournament hotline at 9711 9976 or email internationalbasketballtournament for further inquiries and to check sign up for the competition. If corresponding through email, please state your team name, the name of your coach and manager as well as the name, age and jersey number of your players.

We hope to witness the best Japan has to offer! See you there!

A boy with vibrant red hair ripped the poster off the glass window of the sports shop he happened to pass by while on his way home.

"… Interesting. I wonder if they're up for a challenge. As if it would be…"

As the boy walked down the street, the sea of people unconsciously parted for him. His scarlet and gold eyes glinted dangerously as he continued on his journey, poster and scissors in hand.