New story! I had this idea and my hands wouldn't stop moving on the keyboard.
This honestly won't be too long, maybe 10 chapters or so, maybe even less. Anyhow, this is my stress relieving story, so I hope you enjoy.
WARNING: MALE OC.
The words or phrases with [*] mean that they will be explained at the end.
Constructive criticism will be greatly appreciated.
One.
He had come from Shouei Junior High School and had worked as the manager for the school's basketball team.* It, like Teiko Junior High's, was an extremely powerful team, with Kiyoshi Teppei as their captain. However, in a game that ended with a difference so far removed from their other games, 148-51 to Teiko, the players of his second year, and Kiyoshi's third, were simply too distraught to play anymore. And while he was also devastated, he could not help but feel as though perhaps this wasn't the team for him. He didn't care much for winning or losing, but the Shouei students believed so freaking much that they would most definitely lose.
He did not appreciate that.
The former captain decided to go to Seirin High School, close to his grandparent's home, and with a fresh new start.* There, he made friends with the once blonde Hyuuga Junpei, and the sharp eyed Izuki Shun. They, and a few others, made the Seirin basketball team, and actually got very far for what was their first year in both the club and games. They got to the finals of the Interhigh preliminaries, where they came out on top, but lost all three games in the final league, against the Three Kings of Tokyo. But they were so freaking optimistic that it simply aggravated him. He was glad that they had hope and honesty ingrained into their souls, but that didn't take away from the fact that it was tiring after some time, especially when he was living with the living, love with candy and rainbows and unicorn machine.
So he took matters into his own hands. He continued to live in his parent's house, although it would be more appropriate to call it his own, as his dear mother and father were nonexistent in his life. He applied for Kirisaki Daiichi, and got accepted, not unusual with his parent's social standing.* He would not force himself to attend Seirin, whether his brother wanted it or not, but he also didn't want a repeat of Shouei, nor a poor education. Being a school with high promotion percentage, Kirisaki Daiichi's staff was almost always checked on, and the students were guaranteed excellent academic experiences.
And now, in his first year, he was the manager of the team that many, if not all, high school teams detested. Some would say he wasn't needed for the team to do well, but he would attest to such claims with a mountainous stack of papers that coach Hanamiya Makoto was too busy (lazy) to sign. The coach and the captain of the team did rather unspeakable things during games, and while it was hard not to hold a grudge on someone who hurt his former teammate, the first year was also not one to cheer for the opposing team. No matter who his brother was, and no matter where his brother went, the simple fact was, he was not Kiyoshi Teppei.
He was Kiyoshi Temari.
Temari Call-Me-Temma walked through one of the halls of the Interhigh Final League stadium, just behind the captain of his team. He was looking through his files, reading the statistics of Shuutoku High School. He knew that the team had one of the Generation of Miracles, Midorima Shintarou, but that was common knowledge. He looked up towards Hanamiya, but before he was able to speak at all, Hanamiya turned around and opened his mouth, right in front of the changing room door.
"Today, the second string will be in charge of the game against Shuutoku."
The second string members didn't know whether to be excited or frightened, and stayed quiet instead.
"Just play the game, and see how it turns out. That is all. After all, the game with them is more important than one that's already decided."
The caramel haired boy peered up at his senior knowing that he truly had no care for these so called Miracles. He silently asked a question with his deep hazel eyes, one that was returned with with a vocal reply. "Temari will go with you. Think of him as your coach for this game."
They lost, as he predicted, and it was perhaps with his guidance that they even got 63 points.* He could tell that the Shuutoku players were, perhaps, disgusted with how little they cared and even made eye contact with Midorima, who was definitely not hiding said feelings. The players lined up at the court line, saying final words, and he was just grabbing his bags and about to leave when the shooter of the Miracles walked up behind him.
"I expected much more from you nanodayo."
Temari turned, before giving a small smile up towards the 6'5" player. "Hm, it wasn't really my choice, you know? Captain insisted, Shintarou-kun."
The viridian eyebrows twitched, but didn't say anything for a while. "Well, if that's all, I really have to leave. Being team manager and-"
"He's a talented player and an Uncrowned General, like your brother. But he's truly an unpleasant player, and yet, you still allow him to make these choices. If that is what you wish, you're only going to fail."
The first year of 5'5" did not lose his smile, and he held no malice in his visage, instead, he acknowledged Midorima's words, and said, "I'm the youngest member, remember? I can't help what the team wants. Besides, Shintarou-kun," his smile growing sadder, "Didn't you do the same thing in middle school?"*
And with that, he led the second string players out.
...
Still in the court, was the Shuutoku team and Seirin team, making deep eye contact with each other, not quite glaring, but accepting that neither team would back down from this challenge.
Seirin, after discussing the next game against the orange clad team, walked out as a group towards the main hall. It was then that Kiyoshi saw that glint of a sadist hidden in a dark corner. "Sorry everyone," the team stopped, "You guys can go on ahead."
Hyuuga knowingly nodded, replied with affirmation and continued walking.
When he was sure the team had rounded the corner, Kiyoshi, seemingly to thin air, greeted, "It's been a while, Hanamiya."
"Hey. I've been dying to see you."
Sitting casually on a bench, with legs crossed and arms on the back rest, was the Bad Boy Hanamiya Makoto. Kiyoshi walked over, until he was standing right in front of the captain's laid back form.
"I saw you during our game. You chose not to play against Shuutoku."
The dark haired player simply replied with a hum, "Yeah, what's wrong with that?"
"I'm not saying that it's wrong, I just don't think it's right," he responded.
"Huh, you're as honest as ever; it's disgusting," Hanamiya responded with a grin. "If I player all three games and showed my cards, that would make all three games serious pains in the ass. I don't care about the victory right in front of me. You'll be losing the next all on your own."
Kiyoshi's brows furrowed together and with a grunt, asked, "What do you mean-?"
"Whoops, I've said too much, Manager-chan won't be happy if he knew. You're playing Shuutoku first, right? Good luck, I'm rooting for you," He said, sliding off the bench and walking out of the corner. Just as Kiyoshi jogged out after him, Hanamiya said from behind his shoulder, "By the way, I hope your injuries heal soon. I know that Temari wishes the same thing. We're worried for you."
...
Out in the main hall of the stadium, the rest of Seirin stood, waiting for their center player to get back.
"Did Kiyoshi-senpai forget something back there?" Furihata asked the captain.
"Yeah, I guess you can say that," he replied neutrally.
Kagami turned to his upperclassman. "Was it the guy in the corner?"
Hyuuga faced towards the redhead, "Ah, you noticed?"
"Only that he was pretty powerful."
With a despondent face down, the megane said, "Well, it's nothing to hide," starting his story, "In the world of middle school basketball, Teiko's team was the best. Needless to say, they were five powerhouses to be weary of. However, there were others just one year above them. Five talented players who could go against the Generation of Miracles, and if they had been born in a different era, perhaps they would have gotten the title.
Including Kiyoshi, there are five of them, called the Uncrowned Generals. And that guy was on of them, Hanamiya Makoto."
"But if he stayed behind, they must be friends, right?"
"No, it's the opposite. You could even say he's the direct opposite of Kiyoshi. If he's the most honest player, than Hanamiya is the most dishonest."
Temari peered over to the Seirin vs. Shuutoku game, where Teppei was getting a free throw for Midorima's foul. With only seconds to spare, he missed the shot, but both Midorima and Kagami jumped for the free throw, only for time to tick, with a tie of 104 on both sides.
We're nearly done as well, he thought, looking at the timer with only 13 second left.
And as those seconds passed, they won with a raging 38 point difference, 108 to 70. Temari looked on, bored, as number 10 of Senshinkan yelled at Furuhashi.
"That's not fair! How can you be happy winning after playing like that?!"
"Unfair? Sorry, but I don't understand; I don't remember breaking any rules," Furuhashi Koujirou, small forward of Kirisaki Daiichi replied.
"Of course we're happy about winning. Isn't anyone? Are you sure you don't have Bavarian cream for brains?" Hara Kazuya, power forward, lazily replied from his seat on the bench.
"The game next to ours was nerve wrecking. I can't believe Seirin made it a tie," Furuhashi continued, disregarding the earlier conversation. "It's not all too surprising," Temari said, not looking up from his folder inspection.
"Temari's right, if anything's surprising, it's that they're still all goody two shoes'. It made my skin crawl to hear them." The manager hummed, standing up with his school uniform blazer back on and files in hand. "We do have one more game though, Captain."
"Yes, and we'll crush them and advance to the Winter Cup."
Outside, Midorima stood in front of a vending machine, surprised when someone else chose canned red bean soup with his money. Pink hair flashed in his peripheral vision, and he turned fully to see Momoi smiling at him with the can, "This is what you wanted, right? It's been a while, Midorin!"
"Not a bad game, right?" A blond model walked over to the pair. The trio began walking down the outdoor halls of the stadium, discussing the games. "If you win your next game, you'll be in the Winter Cup. Make sure you don't mess up."
"That won't be a problem nanodayo, don't be stupid. Besides, it isn't me who you should be worried about, it's Kuroko. Seirin's next opponent is Kirisaki Daiichi, or in other words, Hanamiya Makoto."
"An Uncrowned General... Another difficult opponent."
"And this year," Momoi added with a stern face, "They have Mari-chan too." The three were silent as they processed her words.
Midorima was the first to speak up, "I'll be leaving here. Later."
Kise and Momoi followed over to the tallest player's bike and pull cart, where they questioned its existence and stared (fangirled) over the dog inside. Kuroko arrived just then, calling Nigou over, to which the only female promptly fainted over their adorableness.
"What a waste, I'm going home." Midorima said as Takao called him over. He walked past the phantom before acknowledging him with his back still turned. "Kuroko, let's play again in the Winter Cup."
"Yes."
TBC
I'm a bit sick, stressed, and delirious, so my apologies for any mistakes.
Shouei: Kiyoshi's middle school. They said this in one of the Teiko flashbacks.
Grandparents: It's well known that Kiyoshi lives with his grandparents and not his parents, but the reason has never been stated. So I made my own creative interpretation.
Kirisaki Daiichi: In KuroFes, it was officially stated that the school is popular with students from wealthy families.
Point Results: In the anime, they lost 123-51 to Shuutoku, but the second string didn't have their coach (Hanamiya) nor any of their core members in the game. Considering Temari's experience in basketball (to be looked further into in later chapters), I would predict that they would do even just a little better with real guidance.
Height: Kiyoshi often complained about his height being a nuisance before he joined the basketball team in middle school, so I jokingly made Temari a lot shorter than his sibling.
Age: All of the Kirisaki Daiichi members' ages are 17, and all of their birthdays is in winter, therefore making all of them second years.
Most of the dialogue during the interactions with Hanamiya were taken from the anime. I have added and paraphrased, obviously, but it's true to the show and I take no credit whatsoever in those parts (episode 4 and 7 of season 2).
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