Hi!

So I recently rewatched KnB in preparation for The Last Game (cue excited squeal) and had this brewing in my head for a few days before I wrote it out. I just couldn't help myself. It takes place about a month before the Winter Cup starts and goes from there. I have a few chapters already written so, for the first part of the story at least, there should be pretty regular updates.

Rated T: language, slight violence.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroko No Basuke (anime or manga) nor any of it's characters - this is intended as a piece of love and admiration for the work.

Constructive criticism is welcome.

Enjoy!

Chapter One

"Murasakibara-kun!" The furious shout echoed around the gym, threatening to burst Tatsuya's eardrums.

As one, the basketball team turned to Murasakibara, who stood under the hoop happily munching on a bag of snacks and seemingly unaware of the impending danger he was now in. This unwittingly put the team in the perfect to position to watch as a shoe sailed across the court and hit their centre directly in the back of the head with a loud smack.

"Murasakibara-kun," the voice yelled again, "I fucking told you!"

Murasakibara, amazingly, appeared to be unconcerned and Tatsuya distantly wondered if he had even felt the blow to his skull. He quite rightly guessed that Murasakibara hadn't when he blinked in apparent surprise as his assailant stormed across the court.

The girl was slightly taller than average, and obviously not Japanese, meaning she was one of the many foreign talents the school liked to recruit. Tatsuya thought that she was in his year, or maybe the one above but he couldn't be sure – he had never really paid much attention to her before. She had short chestnut curls, wild and loose around her neck, pale skin with a small smattering of freckles across her cheeks and burning green eyes. Her expression was one of blazing fury, brow furrowed in a terrifying scowl and her jaw clenched almost painfully. The girl was very pretty, if, you know, vengeful demons were your thing. On cue, Murasakibara hissed, "devil woman," from next to him.

The harpy apparently had the hearing of a bat. She stomped right up to Murasakibara, uncaring of his looming height and powerful hands that could crush her with one lazy swat, and tried to get right in his face, going on her tiptoes to stare up at him. It was futile, obviously, and she only reached about mid-chest but it was a valiant effort, nonetheless. She pointed an accusing finger at him, her other hand clenched into a fist at her side. "Don't devil-woman me, you thief," she yelled, her volume still pitched somewhere between sonic boom and deafening. "I told you that the Reese's Pieces were off limits!"

Tatsuya marked this as the moment that Okamura lost all hope in humanity as the captain realised that a real life blood feud was about to break out on his court over a bag of candy.

"Oh?" Murasakibara sighed, blinking down at the chocolate as though he only just now noticed what he was eating. "But I like them."

The girl stomped her foot in frustration. "I know. That's why I told you not to fucking touch them."

Murasakibara held the candy closer to his chest, as though the girl was somehow going to grow a few more inches, develop super strength and snatch the bag right off him. "I want them."

"You can't have them!" The girl had reached her limit, her hair appearing to float ominously around her head as she drew herself up to her full height (an uninspiring five foot six) and lunged forward in an attempt to wrestle the chocolate from Murasakibara by force. Anyone could have told her that it was a useless endeavour as Murasakibara effortlessly held her back with one gigantic hand, staring down at her impassively and entirely unbothered by her furious struggling. It was actually quite depressing to watch – she was trying her absolute hardest, fighting with all her strength against his impossible size and she was no more than a small, mildly irritating fly buzzing at his ear.

After a full minute of intense struggle the girl gave up, stepping back from Murasakibara and panting heavily, her hair now mussed and face flushed from exertion.

Tatsuya stepped forward and tried to come between the two warring teenagers, reasoning that it was probably written somewhere in his unofficial baby-sitting duties that he was expected to stop Murasakibara from splattering another student's brains all over the gym floor when the girl turned her murderous eyes on him.

"Stay out of this, emo-boy," she snapped.

Fukui snickered from behind him as Tatsuya raised a single brow at the nickname. He held his hands up in surrender, backing away a few steps but said nothing to the fuming banshee.

She turned back to Murasakibara, her eyes now glinting dangerously as she said, with the air of someone delivering the ultimate trump card, "I'm going to start locking my windows from now on."

For reasons unknown to the basketball club, this was some next level kind of threat. The girl wielded a power over Murasakibara that they, without hesitation, would kill to get their hands on. They watched in nothing short of awe as Muraskibara reached lazily into his bag and dropped a few of the revered candies into the girl's waiting hand, sighing like this was the single most inconvenient thing a person could ever have to do.

The girl, sensing that this was the most she was ever going to get out of Murasakibara, also sighed deeply, frowning down at the rich chocolates. She pinched the bridge of her nose, quietly counted to five under her breath and then marched off, her scowl only slightly less severe than it had been when she had first barged in. She didn't even spare the rest of the basketball club a second glance, only smiling apologetically at Coach on her way out. Of course the two demon women knew each other.

"I think I want to marry her," Okamura whispered into the shocked silence that followed her departure.