Hi there! Thanks for stopping by! I was reading the story Miracles by half_sleeping on Archive of our Own (brilliant!) and just adored the idea of fem!Aomine/Kagami. I don't know why. It just happened. Plus, fem!Aomine was just a monster waiting to happen.

My first time writing Kuroko no Basuke and I did this mainly while procrastinating away from my computer. I apologize if anything is too inconsistent with canon.

I don't own Kuroko no Basuke. If I did, there would be a lot more kick butt females with flat chests.

Chapter 1

Envy

The sun's rays were warm on her dark, tanned skin. Where her skin was exposed it tingled under the warmth and made her muscles melt into liquid jelly beneath her skin. The warmth and brightness of the sun felt right to her. It felt natural. It reminded her that she was alive and healthy.

A slight breeze ruffled her short, navy blue hair. There was no need to fix her hair like all the other girls in her class would, she had cropped it so short that it was even shorter than all but the baseball boys' buzz cuts. She liked it that way. Long hair just got in the way. It was especially a hassle in the morning. Instead of washing and styling her hair for almost an hour, she could spend that precious time sleeping.

The rooftop door banged open and the resting girl recognized the culprit's annoyed huff. Seemed like her perfect naptime was coming to an end. Not that she was going to make it easy for her irritated handler. She would defend her right to be lazy. Tomorrow.

A snort of derision, the scuffle of cute loafers, and a large shadow fell over her head. But she still didn't open her eyes. Make them work for it because she sure as hell wasn't going to put in the effort.

Another huff, "Daiki-san …"

She couldn't be bothered to open her eyes. It was too much effort. "What, Satsuki?" she grumbled.

"You missed practice and morning classes! Have you been up her the whole time?"

That made the blue haired girl open her eyes and squint at the girl standing above her. "It's lunchtime?"

"Yes! Geez, Daiki-san! How can you be so lazy?"

Said lazy girl ignored the rhetorical question and sat up. She twisted her upper body to the right and then to the left. A very satisfying pop sounded from her lower spine and the girl let out a happy groan. She ignored the noise of disgust from the other girl and reached for the wrapped bento at her feet.

"Seriously? You don't have time for lunch! You still need to apologize to the teachers."

"Whatever." The blue haired girl peered at the bento her mother made that morning before pulling out a pair of chopsticks and enthusiastically digging in. Vaguely she wondered when the highlight of her day became mealtimes. But that thought was depressingly troublesome so she let it go. Let Satsuki worry about things like that.

"Daiki-san, I worry about you." Satsuki knelt down gently beside her friend, careful to keep her uniform from getting dirty.

Aomine Daiki glanced at the pink haired beauty beside her from under hooded eyes. Momoi Satsuki was every guy's ideal girlfriend. Her eyes were large and sorrowful, trimmed with long, dark lashes. Her plump, pink lips were downturned beneath a perfect button nose. Luxurious pink locks were tucked behind an ear with a small, delicate, and manicured hand. Daiki knew that her snow white skin was smooth as silk from her forehead to the soles of her feet. And did the boys ever love those breasts.

Amazingly enough, Satsuki remained her friend. Not only was she drop-dead gorgeous, but she was incredibly kind and loyal. Other than her horrendous cooking, Satsuki would be the perfect Japanese girlfriend.

Daiki kind of hated her.

"Well don't. I'm fine." She grunted, moving the pickled vegetables around. Her mother always forgot that she hated eggplant. The little bugger was hidden right at the bottom of the box. She glared at it disdainfully before flicking it over the edge of the roof with her chopsticks. There was a shout from below that sounded suspiciously like that loudmouth Wakamatsu.

"Sometimes I wonder if you're really a girl," Satsuki sighed. Daiki kept her head turned and mouth shut so her childhood friend couldn't see the hurt that flashed across her face. It wouldn't be the first time such callous words have been spoken. "At least go to class this afternoon. You know you can be expelled if you miss too many classes, right?"

"I'm not an idiot," Daiki snapped. She quickly shoved a piece of egg in her mouth before she could say anything else.

"I know that Daiki-san," that perfectly manicured hand patted her shoulder gently. Daiki tried not to look. "Make sure you come to practice after class. Coach looked annoyed this morning. I have to go meet someone now so I'll see you in class."

Then she was gone and Daiki was alone again under the warmth that no longer felt so comforting.

Ten minutes later she packed up her empty bento and leisurely strolled back into the school. Daiki kept her eyes forward and avoided all direct eye contact with anyone. She knew if she looked down she would see an overwhelming majority of nervous eyes staring up at her. Daiki was a full six inches taller than the next tallest girl in the school. It used to always make people uncomfortable back at Teiko Middle School but without Murasakibara towering over her she had become the school freak-show. Not that anyone dared say it to her face.

A flash of pink on the school grounds caught her eye. Daiki stared dispassionately as a red-faced second year boy gave Satsuki an envelope. Another confession for Touou's Basketball Club manager. Satsuki had the unusual ability to encourage boys to confess at regular intervals during the school year. This was the second one this month.

The halls started to clear as Daiki watched the pink-haired girl kindly turn the boy down before making a quick escape back to class. The boy, still a little disheartened and red-faced, shuffled the other way.

The bell to start class rang as the last few stragglers dashed to their homerooms, no time to stare curiously at the motionless tall girl by the window. Rather than go to homeroom, Daiki turned in the opposite direction and headed for the toilets in the farthest building of the school complex. Her footsteps echoed in the empty hallway before being joined by two more pairs coming from around the corner.

" ... I don't see what's so great about her. Is it her boobs? I mean, everyone says she's easy but isn't that kind of gross?"

"She's such a skank. Hanging all over the basketball boys like a desperate leech."

"It could be worse. It could be Aomine!"

Two laughing second year girls turned the corner and came face-to-chest with Daiki. The cruel laughter cut off in a gasp and both girls took a step back. The tall, blue haired girl crossed her arms and stared down at the much shorter girls in front of her. She had never met these girls before but apparently they thought they had the right to judge Satsuki and her. With their rolled skirts and over enthusiastic use of makeup, these girls really had no right to call Satsuki a skank.

"Hi there." Daiki's voice was shorter and snappier than her regular lazy tone.

The blood had drained from both of the girls' faces, leaving them stark white in an unhealthy way. They exchanged fearful glances that would have amused Daiki in any other situation. But at that moment, she was too pissed off to fully enjoy the fear she instilled.

"Did you have something to say to me?" A cruel smirk spread across her face at their terror. She could make 16 year old boys cry for their mother. Face-to-face, she had the advantage over any teenager, girl or boy.

"Umm, well … Ah …" The girl with long permed hair looked to her friend for salvation.

The other one with a very feminine bob came in with the save. "Just … uh, congratulations on winning the game last weekend. You did really well!"

Daiki snorted. "There wasn't a game last weekend, idiots. If you're gonna lie at least put some effort into it."

Deciding not to waste her time on them anymore, Daiki shoved past them, knocking one into the wall. They were so weak, not even an ounce of resistance. All skin and bones with no muscle tone, was that really what guys liked?

"Bitch," one of them whispered but Daiki didn't turn around. All they had were words. She heard them dash down the hallway and instead wandered the opposite way. She slid open the door for the girls' toilets and stepped into a room that looked like pink had been vomited all over.

A full length mirror hung opposite the sinks and the tall girl stepped in front of it. She wasn't sure what to make of the person who stared back at her. The uniform was that of a girl at Touou, although messily put together. The skirt was sitting snuggly on relatively shapeless hips but it was still four inches above the knee because of her freakishly long legs. The white blouse was loose and crinkled, hiding any outline of her flat breasts that may have been visible. Underneath was the outline of a black Batman t-shirt Satsuki bought her as a joke last year.

It wasn't the uniform that made Daiki pause. She rarely wanted to see herself in the mirror, regardless of what she wore. It was the massive calf muscles that no knee-high socks could be pulled over. Peoples' eyes would normally linger there first before moving up. The thick thighs of pure muscle were next. No Japanese made women's pants were big enough to fit those monstrosities. Bulging muscle on her forearms and biceps were normally the next eye catchers followed by her prominent shoulders. The brave ones who managed to make it all the way up would see a hard, angular face; nothing like the smooth edges and baby fat of most teenaged girls.

There were other parts that most people wouldn't see unless they took the time to look closer. Like the calloused hands and shortened fingernails or the six pack abs hidden beneath her tank tops and uniforms. It was not the average body of a nearly 16 year old girl.

For three years, Daiki loved her body. She loved showing off her growing muscles and comparing them with other boys. She wasn't just toned, she was ripped. And she loved every part of her body. Then people started talking. Girls whispering behind her back and boys smirking in amusement when they saw her in a skirt.

"It's not natural," they would say. "No girl should be that muscular."

After a while, the doubts started to creep in. She couldn't stop winning by larger and larger margins against boys her age and – in some cases – older. People used to tell her that the boys would catch up and then surpass her once they hit puberty. But here she was, still dominating the competition.

At one point while Daiki was lazing on the couch at home after Teiko destroyed another team, her mother sat down beside her. In a calm, gentle voice she asked if Daiki would be more comfortable as a boy. The explosion of anger that followed was unheard of in the Aomine household. They never spoke of that conversation again but Daiki couldn't help but be hurt by the question. She was a girl. She liked being a girl. So what if she preferred sports over shopping and hated pink but loved blue? It didn't matter that she was as physically powerful and fast as the boys. She had all the lady parts and knew in her heart that she was a girl.

But maybe the world wasn't ready for a girl like her.

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