I've obviously never written ff before so please give me tips or something if you have any. Thanks ^-^

Summary:

A Russian/Irish-American girl that ran away from home years ago, travels to different countries to not be held back by her family. After she decides to go to Japan, since she grew bored with Korea, she meets Takao and Midorima on a basketball court and ends up staying in their lives for a while longer. The problem is, she doesn't even speak Japanese yet.

I know it sounds bad probably but like I said this is my first story so if you can offer and advice or anything I'd appreciate it. Please and thank you.

Chapter 1. Meeting the Gang

This sucks. At least in S. Korea I spoke the language... at least in Korea I could read the language. What made me think leaving for Japan was a good idea? Oh yeah. These things I have called curiosity and naivety combined to form a childish idea, one that somehow convinced me that it would be super fun. I feel really guilty, too. When I left my family I said I was going to Korea and they still think I'm there, I bet. For a runaway, I really hate lying. Even though it wasn't a lie... I don't know. All I do know is, I once cried because I sat on a bed with a boy at a friend's house to watch TV with everyone, and I didn't ask my mother if that was okay. I was like 11 and there were 3 other people in that room but I felt really dirty for some reason. What a nerd.

Anyway, this was a terrible idea. So terrible that my dumb brain is actually finding it exciting. I wish I wasn't like this but honestly, if something good came out of this little "trip" it would be awesome and that thought has me looking forward to living on new streets. I register in my mind that this is dangerous, and yet I'm still somehow excited about everything I see.

I also have a strategy for this. Really I do. You see, I am a 16 year old girl with bright green eyes, and I'm obviously not Japanese. This is very dangerous, I mean I'm sure it'd be worse if I were blonde. In every country there are creepy guys that think foreign girls are cute. And I live alone, and I also technically don't live anywhere. The point is, this is very dangerous, SO, I have a strategy for survival.

I live in a city where more foreigners live, I stay around schools because that looks way less suspicious, I also may or may not have stolen a girl's uniform. Or several. Really I just look like some trouble-making exchange student that skips class every day to people that see me walking around. I steal food, I sleep in different places depending on the weather that night, and I shower in the school. You just have to know how to get in there and it's not as hard as it may seem at first.

I got this.

But only if no one ever sees me, at least not more than once. Better yet, it doesn't matter how many people glance at me, just so long as no one ever actually pays attention to me. That'd be a problem. Yeah that's what I meant.

And that's where my main problem is. There's this one guy, he's seen me three times now, and he's actually payed attention to me two of those three times. He saw me and then looked away the first time, but then the second time he saw me he waved. That's when I was coming out of the girls' locker room. He waved his right hand and had an excited and friendly smile on his handsome face. He honestly seems really fun but I can't afford to try to be his friend. I'll either be humiliated or killed. Not in the mood for either right now. I'll let you know later, though. Anyway, I waved back and blushed, not my fault by the way, and put my head down, leaving as quickly as I could.

Then there's the third time. The reason I haven't had a shower in a month. It may not seem like much but, before I had been showering every 2 days. It's annoying going from that so quickly. This third time ruined me. And I'm only being a little over-dramatic this time. I was walking from the shower when the same black haired boy from the two times before came into the gym. I immediately ran back to the locker room, since I didn't think I'd make it out the gym door without him noticing me. But with my fantastic luck, I did something only I would actually manage to do. I ran into the door. Me. The girl that's able to keep hidden from the world if she wants, who likes to think she could have assassin-level stealth skills, ran into the door to the girls' locker room. Because that's exactly what you should do when trying to remain hidden. Run into something. Loudly. And bust your nose. Yeah and my nose started bleeding.

Now I've only had a nose bleed one other time in my life, and coincidentally, it was also because of a door. But that time someone hit me with it and I could blame them. This time I couldn't blame anyone else because it truly is entirely my fault. I hate everything.

This guy, this friendly asshat, literally ran to check on me. How dare he. Okay, yeah that's super nice, but like... not very convenient to me in the moment. So naturally when I saw a kind person coming to my aid, I screamed and ran... into him. Because I'm a genius. Why did I run that way? I don't know, I could have sworn I was running the other way honestly, but apparently I wasn't. And I hit my head on his chest, which was surprisingly hard, not in some attractive "ooh he must be so muscular" way but more like in a "is he wearing fucking armor I think I literally just gave myself a concussion" type of way. And he laughed. He laughed. When I ran into him. And got blood on his shirt by the way. That makes me want to be his best friend and cry at the same time. So I laughed, too, very awkwardly, and then I ran away, in the right direction this time, when he asked me if I was okay. At least I'm assuming that's what he asked. Either that or he asked if I was crazy. Either way.

And I haven't gone back since. It's been a month. I smell bad. Help.

Which brings us to now, I was walking down the street looking for somewhere to sleep, I saw it might be cold again tonight so it's best to look for a window easy to open so maybe I can crawl in there, you know. While I was walking I heard people playing basketball and walked closer to watch. I guess the boredom overtook me and I did want somewhere to sit, so I decided to go and watch.

Coming up to the court I saw a group of teenage boys, all way taller than me, playing a pretty rough and interesting game. I walked over to the bleachers as stealthily as I could, which isn't that stealthy for someone that needs to stay hidden, but my faults aren't the focus right now. The game is actually pretty interesting. One player in particular.

It was a serious looking green haired guy. I mean he was handsome but that's not what was making me watch him.. he isn't missing a single shot. Is that normal? I mean, maybe he's just having a good day today, but the longer I watch, the more amazing it becomes. What kind of superpowered player is he? The creepy 13 year old weebs from my old school would love to know that Japanese men really do have superpowers. I can't even make it 1/10 when I throw trash away from more than 2 feet away from the can. Not fair.

Oops. Did the game seriously end when I was thinking? How do I manage- crap they're coming this way.

I need to decide ASAP what to do. I mean, if I just stay put and hoped no one sees me, then someone will definitely see me. That's my luck. They'll think I'm some creep or something, then again I was watching sweaty men run around and yell at each other from behind bleachers so maybe they'd be right. I mean it wasn't like that! But like, who would believe that? But then if I ran, I'd still look like a creep, a cowardly creep. But they'd never catch me. Not that they'd try anyway. But my pride... it's getting in the way, running away seems more embarrassing than being caught right now.

I was wrong. Very wrong. The same kid that saw me at the school, the pretty black haired one, saw me here, too. Awesome.

"Hey! It's the cute exchange student I told you about!" Takao shouted.

"Huh... so you weren't lying." Midorima mused.

The black haired one walked closer to me and beamed down at me.

"You're not stalking me are you?" he laughed.

The green haired one slapped him on the arm and rolled his eyes. What'd he say?

"She might not even speak Japanese, fool. Look at her, she's clearly confused." Midorima sighed.

Black-hair looked down at me with his eyebrows furrowed before his face went back to his grin.

"Do you speak Japanese?" he asked.

I cocked my head to the side and squinted at him.

Midorima sighed and pushed up his glasses. "I told you she probably didn't speak Japanese."

"Hmm.. I know! I'll use my phone!" Takao exclaimed.

"Oh God..." I mumbled. He's really not gonna leave me alone. Maybe if I just start to walk away, he'll let me leave.

I turned to walk away and made it two steps before the happy one called after me... I repeat. I made it two steps. And he shouted for me.

I turned around and glared with my hands up to my ears. He chuckled and scratched the back of his head. "My bad." he says. He holds out his phone to me and waits for me to take it with that smile never leaving his face. He doesn't want my number does he? Oh God. I shake my head 'no' and turn to leave again but he puts his hand on my shoulder to stop me. Crap! Maybe if I just give him a fake number... would he text or call it right on the spot to make sure? Some guys do that.

I hesitantly take the phone and stare down at it, unsure of what to do. Wait... is this a translator app or something? Huh. Aww. He's not a creep! Aww. Cute. What am I saying. He could still be a creep.

I held the phone in my hands and looked back up at him, he's still staring at me.

Sigh. Okay fine.

I quickly typed into the translator a simple "I have to go." and hand it to him before turning to leave.

"Wait!" He shouted after me again. This time I made it four steps. Progress.

I turn back around and pout. He's being annoying now.

He takes me arm and smiles back at me, is he trying to make me more comfortable with the smile because it's not working that much at all. He sits down on the bleachers and pats the seat next to him before bringing his attention back to his green haired friend. The one with the super powers and the violent streak.

"Shin-chan, call all your miracle friends!"

"Why?" Midorima asks, clearly annoyed that his friend is holding him up.

"Maybe one of them can help!" Takao answers.

"She's not a puppy, she's probably just going on a walk. Maybe she has to eat dinner soon, she's not the only one."

Takao pouted and sighed dramatically.

"But Shin-chaaaan!"

"No."

Takao huffed.

"Fine. Just Momoi then. She's a girl and girls are good with girls."

Midorima, getting so annoyed he's ready to just leave Takao with the strange spying girl, sighs and opens his phone to call Momoi.

This sucks.

I'm now surrounded by men.. and one woman. And a dog? The black haired boy, whose name is Takao Kazunari, insisted I stay with him at the basketball court while he waited for some friends. The green haired one, Midorima Shintarou, left after he called some girl, who I'm assuming is the one in front of me now.

They're all staring down at me. Kazunari, the pink-haired girl, a tan blue-haired one, a red-headed one with entertaining eyebrows, a shorter blue-haired one, his dog, two really handsome guys, one blonde, one black-haired, and a giant purple one. It scares me that there's one girl but at least she seems to be able to keep them in check.

"So you just found her?" Himuro asked.

"And you're keeping her here. Not letting her leave even though she said she had to go." Kuroko continued.

" and you invited friends to come see her?" Momoi chimed in.

"Yeah.." Takao answered hesitantly.

Everyone deadpanned.

"What is she, your new stray puppy?!" Kagami yelled.

"Huh." Takao looked over with a thoughtful expression. "Well she is pretty adorable. Look at those round eyes, she easily could be a puppy!"

"That's not a good answer." Aomine complained.

"In my defense, I only wanted Momoi, you all just ended up coming with her."

"Aomine was with me and then I told Kuroko who was with Kagami and Kagami told Himuro who was with Mura." Momoi explained.

"What about you?" Takao asked Kise.

" Aomine told me something interesting was happening." Kise said.

There's an entire conversation happening, most likely about me, and I don't even know what they're saying. Or who they all are. Did they somehow forget I'm here? Is this a chance to run because it seems like it is with how distracted they are right now. But every couple sentences, they'll glance at me and even look me right in the eyes. Well dang it. I guess I'll just wait it out. What if they're trying to figure out where I'm from? I knew there'd be a downside to wearing a school uniform. They're probably wondering what class I'm in. What do I do if they ask? At least the puppy here is cute. I can use it as a distraction.

Almost as if it knows I'm thinking of it, the puppy runs forward and sits in front of me, wagging it's short little tail. I can't help but think it's adorable and crouch down on the ground to pet it.

"At least we know she's friendly" the tan one said. " She could still bite, though, we should be careful."

The pink haired girl gave him an aggravated look before stepping forward. She sat down by me and put her hand on my arm. I stopped and stayed stiff, I really didn't expect her to touch me like that. Why am I blushing? Now is not the time to question your sexuality Sasha. The girl took her hand off and held it up to show me she wouldn't hurt me and when I nodded, barely noticeable, she put it back on my arm.

"Where do you live? Host family? School?" the girl started saying random things that she thought I might recognize.

I just looked more confused and so the girl pointed at herself and said her name. "Momoi Satsuki." she said simply. Anything else might be too confusing. Oh yeah, I forgot to add particles one time, so she must know I don't speak even simple Japanese well.

"Momoi..san?" I asked, not completely sure.

Momoi excitedly nodded and almost squealed from joy. "Yeah, I'm Momoi-san. You?" she said slowly.

I slowly pointed at myself and raised an eyebrow at Momoi, making sure she was asking my name. I hate embarrassing things like this.

"..Mihaylov.. Sasha.." I said. If it's a western name do I still put the family name first? Oh well, they'll figure it out.

"She's Russian!" Kise shouted loudly, he was too excited about this. But then again, they all were staring pretty intently at the two of us.

I jumped back and the dog barked at Kise a couple times before turning back around and jumping onto me more.

I couldn't help it, I laughed out loud, it was just so cute. The guys looked a little surprised, probably because I had been pretty quiet. The tallest one with purple hair sighed and said something to the pretty black-haired one. He looks so frustrated about it. What a kid. The black haired one sighed and patted his arm.

"Murasakibara's bored. So I guess he wants to leave." Himuro said.

He bent down next to me and reached his hand out. Why do they do this? Am I a stray dog?

"I'm Himuro Tatsuya. That's Murasakibara Atsushi and Kagami Taiga." he pointed to two of the guys and himself.

"Himuro, Murasakibara, Kagome." I said, pointing to each.

"She gets Murasakibara but not Kagami?!"

I take Takao's hand and make a typing motion with my fingers. He smiles excitedly and hands me his phone.

[ Why is the red one so angry? ] I ask.

In my defense, I didn't think it'd say what I typed out loud like that.

"She got my name wrong!"

"She's going by memory, leave her alone!" Momoi's really funny. She shouts at them but she's clearly not really angry, just annoyed.

Kagami calmed down and nodded, he pointed at himself and said "Kagami-kun."

Oh...I'm realizing why he yelled, though he didn't look angry. "Oops." I couldn't remember how to say sorry.

"Oops?" Kagami said.

"Kagami-kun... oops?"

"Would you stop?"

"She can't understand!" Momoi shouted at him.

Momoi laughed and rubbed my arm. "It's fine." she said. She made a motion to call Kagami crazy and I laughed a little and nodded in understanding.

"Momoi-chii" Kise said. "Maybe one of us can take her home and use a translator!"

"Why is taking her home with you necessary?" Kuroko said.

"What are you implying about me Kuroko-chii?!" the blonde one cried.

I had no idea why they all looked like that but they looked a little annoyed. I wonder what happened.

Momoi pulls out her phone and opened a translate app. "Here." She handed it to me.

I was confused for a second but saw the screen and took the phone.

"You know we also could've handed her a phone to call a family member." Himuro said.

"Or called the cops." Kuroko said.

I saw the Russian setting and typed what I wanted. It translated roughly but they understood what I meant, those things never have been totally reliable but you can make a good guess.

"I have to go." it said.

I tried to leave but Momoi sat me back down, knowing that she wouldn't scare me much now. Momoi typed a response and translated it.

"Where? Do you need directions?"

Dang it. I shook my head and stood up again, this time Momoi didn't stop me.

"So you know where you're going?" she typed again and shoved it in my face. Why is she acting so worried?

I hesitated and nodded but I think it was obvious I was lying. I couldn't even look Momoi in the eye.

Momoi typed into the phone quickly again and showed it to me. I was shocked for a second but figured she didn't mean what it translated to so I asked her what she meant.

"What'd you say?" the tan one asked.

"I asked if she wanted to stay with me." Momoi answered simply.

"But you're staying at my house!" the tan one yelled.

"Yeah, so."

I typed into the phone and handed it to Momoi.

"I think you typed weird... it said you asked for me to stay at your house. That's not what you said is it?" it said.

Momoi giggled and took the phone back. I could feel my face get redder than Kagami's hair and tried to put my head down.

"Yes it is." she typed. "Do you want to? You're lost, we can tell."

This really embarrassed me, and made me angry at myself. How could I let someone see me as so weak after living like this for so long. I mean it's really only been a few months on the streets of Japan but still, I should be tougher. It's no Detroit but still...

"I didn't mean to look so vulnerable. I'm okay." I typed and handed the phone to Momoi.

Momoi giggled again, more from relief than anything else. She typed again.

"You don't look vulnerable, just lost. I don't doubt you could take care of yourself."

Well she knows what I want to hear. I was hesitant and waited a long time before answering. I slowly gave the phone to Momoi, with my head down and handing it to her with both hands.

"Okay. I'm sorry for this." it said.

Momoi laughed and waved her hand. She turned to the guys behind her and said, "She's staying at my place." Momoi said.

"You mean my house?!"

"Aomine, don't make me hit you!" Momoi shouted.