Unfolding Legends


Disclaimer: Kuroko no Basuke does not belong to me


"As the new head coach, I will allow any girl attending Teikō who wants to play basketball to join the basketball club," Coach Shirogane announced to all the students of Teikō. Snickers filled the room, Teikō was already had the best basketball club in the middle school circuit. They didn't need any girls to join.

What they didn't know was that it was those words that drew the greatest talents of the generation to Teikō like a moth to a flame.


Shūzō Nijimura didn't think much when several girls handed in their application to him to join Teikō's basketball club. Every year a few girls would join the club and then immediately back out after a few weeks. The practice was harsh and ruthless, the was same for both girls and boys. Those without conviction and passion were thrown out without a second glance. These girls will be no different.

Shūzō sees them again when the new applicants stood in a row before taking the test determining their string.

There was a tall, tan girl with dark blue hair and eyes shining with a fierce excitement. A serious-faced girl, green hair in two tightly-woven braids, pushing up her glasses with wrapped fingers. A gigantic girl, probably as tall as their center, with bored look on her face and messy purple bangs falling over her eyes. And a red-haired girl with her hair pulled in a pigtails with a flat face as if she didn't see the point of her taking a test to determine her string.

The current boys in the basketball club stares at them disappointed because "Wow, they are pretty" and "Too bad they'll be gone by the end of the week."

And then the girls got their turn to show off their talent.

Later when Shūzō describes the first time he saw them in action, he would say it was like a poetry in action.

Aomine spares nothing but a glance when she blows pass the defenders with amazing speed, slamming the ball into the basket while falling delicately on the ground as if she was a bird descending from flight. Midorima falls three-pointer after three-pointer, acting as if missing was just a foreign concept to her. Murasakibara did not let one point get pass her, her long arms pushing down anyone who dare to believe they can break her defense. Akashi handles the ball with precision, cutting pass defenders and scoring a simple lay-up all without upsetting a single hair on her long pigtails.

And as all of Teikō's basketball club stares at their shining talent, another girl escapes from their notice. A smaller girl with a delicate frame and teal hair falling slightly above her shoulders who could not score a single lay-up while unguarded and could barely dribble. A girl sent to the the third-string without a notice.

And it was the beginning a legend.


Kuroko walks out of the third-string gym uneasily. She hears the angry whispers of the boys still stuck back in the third-string following her.

"I heard that she seduced the coach into doing it."

"I guess talent means nothing when you've got a pretty face."

"They just want another girl to add to their collection up in first-string."

Kuroko shakes her head, throws away the insecurities and fears and steps into the first-string gym. She sees the proud faces of Aomine-san and Akashi-san, walks forward and never looks back.


Kise comes to their club a year later. She saunters in with golden, blonde hair falling down her back like a princess from some fairytale. With her nails painted with sparkly nail polish, her eyes coated with eye shadow and mascara, and her path trailed sweet perfume; she looked like she belonged in the sweaty gym as much as a goddess belonged in a dirty shack.

Still she turns in her application with a flutter of her eyelashes and walks out with all the boys' eyes on her.

She comes to the first string two weeks later, with her face wiped clean of makeup and wearing her hair up in a practical ponytail, and precedes to destroy everyone with her pure talent. She looks at them disdainfully as if they were merely dirt wiped from the bottom of her shoes before running up to Aomine demanding a one-on-one.

Kise gets beaten easily, but if anything her golden eyes shined even brighter. She gets up, smiles brightly as if she had been the one who won, and says confidently without a single stutter, "I'm going to beat you one-day, Aomine-chi." Then she walks off with an extra skip in her step.

Kise gets assigned to Kuroko and she can't believe that such a dull person could exist in the ranks of the best of Teikō She sees only Kuroko's messy hair, the small stature, and the lack of talent even though Aomine-cchi says nothing but praise and respect to the girl. Kise stares and stares until even the unflappable Kuroko was uncomfortable, but she still cannot see anything extraordinary like Aomine-cchi had promised her about her mentor.

Then she sees Kuroko on the court with her amazing passes and sees the burning passion behind the small girl, the hatred of losing, and love of victory.

"Aomine-chi! Kuroko-chi! Let's go get some popsicles!"


Three years. Three championships. A legend that will be told for years afterwards.

"Let's make an oath. We will go to different high schools and one of us will come out on top."

Three, short and bittersweet years and what was the result?

A girl who finds the world too easy to conquer.

A girl who has lost the only thing that had made her happy.

A girl who believes only in the workings of fate.

A girl who coasted through life on nothing but talent.

A girl who never experienced the bitterness of defeat.

And a girl who has been broken far too many times.

Let the battle begin.


So this story is inspired by the story Miracles by half-sleeping which is one of my favorite fanfics. I am going to try to go in the order of the episodes, but be prepared for any side chapters/character tangents that I might go off on. If you liked this story check up some of my other Kuroko no Basuke fanfics. Please leave any thoughts as a review.

-SWP