A/N: Just a short story that I had came up with. I would like to thank Snow Ryder, RainbowShift, Lucky Kitsune 497, Angeltenshi, and xxXMythiaXxx for helping me out with ideas. If it wasn't for you guys, I wouldn't have been able to put my story together. Thank you so much.

I hope you enjoy and give it a chance:3 Reviews would be appreciated too! I like to know people's opinions and thoughts to help strengthen my writing. Thank you!

Ps. The prologue is going to be short, so sorry! But I hope you enjoy and give it a try!

Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroko no Basket or any of the characters other than my OC.

Prologue: Something different

Her tired hazel eyes slowly opened as she heard a soft chiming sound coming from her phone. Her eyes beamed at the pastel colors that blinked from her phone; it glowed up the darkened room. She stared at the alarm going off for quite some time, until finally reaching for her phone on the counter beside her and pressed the button to stop it. A long sigh dragged from her lips as she lay back down in bed, staring at the ceiling.

Another day… Another mundane day. She thought as she rose out of bed, stretching and yawning before getting out of it; not even making her bed.

Mika did her usual routine: brush her teeth, wash her face, comb her luscious strawberry red hair, dressed up, ate breakfast with the family, and headed to school.

It was a long day at Kirisaki Daichi High. Nothing big happened. To be honest, nothing ever really happened here. Maybe except for that one time, about a month ago, when everyone found out the most popular girl at school family was broke. Well, she wasn't so popular after everyone found out. In fact, she ended up leaving the school after being tormented by 'her friends.' Geez, what people would do to you after finding out you are no longer rich here. The red haired teen scoffed and rolled her eyes as she reminisced about this.

At that moment, the final bell finally rung. This used to be Mika's favorite time, because she knew basketball practice was waiting for her… But not anymore. The girl's team was cut couple of months ago after having a shortage of players. The teacher ordered everyone to rise and bow before being excused. Mika took her sweet time gathering her books and bag, and then sluggishly made her way to her locker.

"Mika-chan!"

She glanced up from her locker and saw her best friend. "Oh, kurumi-chan."

Kurumi had beautiful pink eyes and light brown wavy hair. She smiled big and waved, "Are you excited for today?"

"Why would I be?" She answered in a monotone way.

"Well… You do have a game today after practice, right?"

The two of them started to walk down the hallway towards the exit of the building.

"Yeah, we do."

The hot sun shined down on the two as they entered out of the school.

"Well, tell the boys I said good luck! I'll see you later!" Kurumi cheerfully said as she ran off, waving. But she stopped and turned around teasing, "Say hi to Hanamiya-kun for me" and then winked before running off again.

The hazel eyed beauty wanted to bite back. She wanted to say that they were not dating, nor did she like him, but what was the point? The more she denied, the more Kurumi thought they were dating. Mika was only their manager. Nothing more. She gripped tightly onto her leather handbag, trying to conceal her anger, and sighed before making her way to the basketball gym.

She burst through the door and was immediately greeted by the team. She forced a smile, waved and greeted them too, pulling out a clipboard right after.

"Yo, manager."

She cringed hearing his voice. Without looking away from the clipboard, she replied, "Hi, Makoto-san."

He tsked, wrapping an arm around her. "How many times did I tell you to call me coach?" He teased as he moved his face a little closer to hers. He could feel her fruity scent tickling at his nose; Oh, how much he loved the smell of her.

Mika bit her bottom lip, gently shaking her shoulder to get his arm off her. The coach of the boy's basketball team quit not too long ago, making Makoto take the advantage of naming himself the coach. And ever since, they've been playing dirtier and dirtier.

It was just couple of minutes before their game, all the boys except Makoto left the locker room, leaving the two alone. He was just about to leave the room, until she called out to him. He slowly turned around and asked, "What is it?"

She took in a deep breath and gripped tightly onto her clipboard, hesitating if she should speak her mind. After a short period of silence, she mumbled in a stern tone, "Let's keep this game clean, for once. I don't want to see you guys injure another person."

His eyes widen and his jaw dropped. He was a little shocked; she never once really voiced her opinion about the way they played until now. But then, he broke into laughter.

Her almond shaped eyes squinted slightly as she glared at him. "I'm being serious!" She rose her voice with a little anger.

His laughter stopped when he could see she was. "And what are you going to do about it? What can you do about it? What… tell on us?" He then broke into an evil laughter again as he stepped out of the room and mumbled, "oh, you are too cute, Mika-chan."

He left her, shaking fiercely in rage. Her breathing had picked up as her face turned red; she hated how he was right. There really was nothing she could do… Makoto was too slick, too smooth. Even if she did tell, there wouldn't be any evidence to back her up. She felt… so helpless.

They won, no surprise there, but it wasn't fair whatsoever. She had nothing to say to the team so she left without congratulating them; there was nothing to congratulate anyways…

"Mika!" she could hear a voice calling after her and heavy footsteps storming behind her. She stopped and glanced over her shoulder to see Makoto.

She rolled her eyes, turning around to continue walking. From the corner of her eyes, she could see his figure right beside her. "What do you want?" She coldly asked.

"So… since I won, how about we celebrate? Let me take you out on a date."

Her chuckle got caught in her throat. Was he serious? No way in hell would she ever be with him. There were so many rude ways to reject him, and she wanted to say it all, but she simple said, "no."

"Aw, come on. We used to go on a ton of dates."He pleaded.

God, don't bring that up… It was embarrassing, but she did go on a few dates with him. It was before she saw his true colors though. Oh, how much she would do to take those back. "No." she repeated.

He groaned, grabbed her by the wrist and threw her against the wall. She gasped as he placed his arms against the wall, trapping her. "Why have you been acting so different with me now?" He asked in an angered tone.

She quickly looked away from his hateful eyes and pressed harder against the wall, trying to put as much space between them. But there was no use, he was so close to the point where she could feel his hot steamy breath hitting her skin, and she could smell his nasty breath that made her want to purge right there. The tiny red head could feel her body starting to tremble in fear, and she started to shrink more and more, feeling helpless. But in the back of her mind, all she could think about was once again, another player injured, another player bruised up, and another team losing morale… How much longer was she going to take this? How much longer was she going to witness a team getting their hearts crushed? Destroyed? How much longer was she going to let this terrible and ruthless man bother her?

Her hand curled into a tight fist as she stood there feeling so helpless. She could feel this burning sensation in the pit of her stomach, emerging throughout her body. Her breathing became rapid, and her face just burned with anger. This was the final straw; she wasn't going to hold back how she felt any longer. With all her power, she slapped him in the face and pushed him away.

"I would never go out with you again! I quit the team you sad and pathetic human being!" She stormed off before he could even react. And as she ran, she never once looked back. Nothing was clearer than ever: She was never helpless at all; all she had to do was raise her voice. Mika finally knew what she wanted… She wanted things to change, she wanted things to be different, and whatever it was, she was going to find it.

Thank you for taking the time to read :3