This is my very first Kuroko no Basuke fic. And this is up on Wattpad. Yes. But I wanted to share this with you guys. Please don't forget to review. Tbh, reviews are what keep me writing. :)

Disclaimer: You know the drill. Kuroko no Basuke is not mine. Nor is the cover.

Prologue

A little girl of seven's discerning yet zealous eyes peeped from the minute opening of the door. Her little cerulean eyes were scanning the seemingly bright room for a young boy of seventeen she was literally related to. When she couldn't find him, she puffed her cheeks and kicked the door open with her little foot.

In the corner of the wide spacious room, a table was situated and stacks of papers and books were precariously placed on it. Behind the almost frightening stacks of paperwork, there sat a young man who looked around seventeen. He seemed unfazed by the small mountain the papers and books were forming because he appeared to be doing something to while away his time.

The young lanky man looked up from where he sat. Kazeshi Kanoro smiled warmly at the door. Even though the 6"2 sophomore could not see who instigated the opening of the club room's door, he already knew who it was. She was a regular here in Subarashi's basketball club. Though she was far too young to play basketball, let alone understand it, she was a regular here because she was always waiting uncomplainingly for her older brother, Sora Yuki. "Utsu, have you come to fetch your brother already?" he asked patiently over the heap of papers.

"Yes!" Utsubara Sora energetically replied. "Hey, Kaka! Where are you? Where's your head?"

The sophomore only chuckled. Utsu was-and will always be-his favorite seven-year-old. Aside from being effervescent and so full of life, she was also inquisitive and smart for a child her age. (Though sometimes Utsu could get way too dynamic that she'd become too impetuous for anyone to handle.)

"I'm behind all the paperwork, silly. Why don't you give Kaka a hug before you go get your brother?" he coaxed. The weekdays always felt incomplete when he couldn't have Utsu's enthusiastic hugs.

"Ew! But aren't you all sweaty from all the playing?"

"I'm not playing today."

"Ugh. Fine." He heard the pitter-patter of a pair of red shoes come his way. And in no time, he felt miniscule arms wrap around his waist. The retraction of the little arms was just as quick as they had been around him merely moments ago. Soras were never ones for affection.

"Okay, bye!" And the young Sora was out of his sight and into the door right beside the table.

Subarashi had two conjoined basketball courts. However today, the club members were using only one of the courts. They were only doing basic practices today, Utsu noticed. Or maybe because Captain Chishi wasn't around to supervise the practices for today.

"Utsubara!" someone called.

The young Sora whipped her head to the direction of the voice. The voice obviously belonged to a female voice, a very familiar female voice. With her small feet, she dashed straight to the only female senior, Megumi Shojikina. "Megu!"

Megumi Shojikina was, as her last name implied, a very honest-or more exactly, blunt-eighteen-year-old. She had long hair that was somewhere between blonde and brown. She had porcelain skin and a very blessed bosom. She wasn't Subarashi's basketball team's coach, but she was the team's manager. She worked around the clock for seventeen pubescent boys who were secretly thankful to have a manager who had a kind heart and (blessed bosom) who was very lenient to them (the seventeen idiots).

She smiled at the young Sora. "Utsu! How are you? Do you want me to braid your hair?"

Utsu had a mop of curly blonde hair that was constantly braided by the manager. She hated having her hair braided but, at the same time, thought it was a bothersome every day to have it let down a little bit past her hips. So of course she always would comply. She inaudibly sighed and said reluctantly, "Fine." Utsu sat on Megumi's lap, just as she always did when braided. The pair was facing the court, so they could see the members doing basic practices. She spotted her older brother, Yuki Sora, passing the ball to a member Utsu did not recognize. Rightt across the court, something caught Utsu's eye.

It was something-someone-that she had never seen before. He was a young boy, about her age. He was wearing a white shirt and a pair of blue shorts. He was watching the students practice. He had red hair. He had blood red eyes.

And then, the unthinkable happened: They locked eyes.

And just like that, it was the day Utsubara Sora's life changed.