Summary: "There are no girls interested in playing basketball, so give up. Though, if you find four other players, then I'll let you have one of the gyms for practice." Oh, how wrong the Teiko basketball coach had been to make that promise... So very, very wrong. Joined together for exceptionally different reasons, the less known - or rather, completely unknown - female basketball team of Teiko Junior High emerged from the shadows. This is the story of five individuals who all, more or less, love to play basketball.
Pairings: I have no clue and not sure if I will even add any! Haa ... I wonder ... Well, there are light hints, but that's more or less mere coincidences I guess.
Disclaimer: And of course I do not own Kuroko no Basuke, because if I did ... *drools slightly* The plot and OC's are mine though so no touchy without permission! Unless they in more skilled hands can become better, then please, do take them and make them grow!
Stuff: Normal conversation is "bla bla", while thoughts are usually in italics bla bla.
This is my first shot at Kuroko no Basuke, but I've dabbled in other fandoms before this so I hopefully won't mess up too much. I've usually been a crack-writer, so ... that might show up at times, although it is not exactly part of my plans. I can't help it though, it's engraved deep into my very soul!
Enjoy it now!
Girl Power
Chapter 1. Scout time!
"Why the hell is he a regular?!" Halfway through their after-practice stretches, the blonde haired teen suddenly burst out in annoyance and pointed an accusing finger at one of the other first string players. With a finger practically in his face, the blue haired boy blinked once, but kept his face quite deadpan. The blond had only just joined the first string himself, but he was already a better player than his personal instructor– Heck! Anyone was a better player than him so why was he a regular? Why?!
It had to be impossible, some kind of mistake …
It made no sense to him!
"Don't point at him." With a blank face – almost as if he was thinking 'are you stupid?' – a dark tanned boy responded, twisting his body sideways to get a proper look at the complaining blond, scratching his cheek in the process. He took a deep breath, feeling absolutely frustrated at the thought and looked back at the tanned boy.
The air was warm and heavy from their intense training menu, his leg muscles pulsing and vexing from the workout and he desperately could use a shower, without a doubt, as he caught a drift from his shirt. But he had no intentions of leaving before solving the matter that had, for several days now, bothered him this much. "If we two were to play against each other, who do you think would win?"
Without giving it a spare thought, the other answered: "That would be you?"
"Then, why–"
A loud, ear-piercing screech cut him off and they all turned to look in the direction of the noise, completely spooked out. Their coach had a look of utmost impatience plastered across his face as he, clearly trying to calm himself, pushed a pair of glasses up his nose. "Listen, Yukimura–!" But the thing – or girl, rather, as the blond looked closer – that had apparently produced the shrill sound, interrupted him by clasping both arms around the man's leg.
Everyone stared in disbelief, mouths hanging ajar.
What on earth ...?
"You can't do this to me, coach! It's unfair, no … it's cruel! You're cruel! Cruel! Cruel!" The girl let out a loud wail and almost pulled down the coach's pants in the process, as she burrowed her face at his feet. A loud sob escaped the trembling body, but she then spoke up once more, voice shaky and she appeared on the verge of crying: "You have more than enough room; we wouldn't be in the way or anything. Just give us the old gym or something … Anything's fine so–!"
"Yukimura! Enough!" His voice was hard and the girl instantly froze."There are no girls interested in playing basketball, so give up." The players watched in silence as she looked up, black hair dishevelled and covering her tear-streaked face; her lips were parted slightly, but no words came out, dark eyes empty. The blond felt a tug in his chest at the sight. Poor thing … Apparently, her wounded-puppy look also worked on the coach and his face loosened up for a ficker of a second. "Though, if you find four other players, then I'll let you borrow one of the gyms …"
"C–coach …" At first she merely stared down onto the wooden floor, hands still clutching onto the man, but then a strange, though unmistakable sound escaped her body. She laughed, or snorted, really.
Any pity they had felt towards the girl vanished instantly.
The corners of her lips twisted up in a broad smirk; running a hand through her long hair and brushing it out off her face, her eyes shone with glee as she stood up. "Well, then … I will hold you to your words, coach!" She placed both hands on her hips. "I will find enough players and I will get that gym." With an aura of complete confidence and victory, the girl sauntered out of the room, leaving everyone behind speechless.
The coach heaved a great sigh and then turned to face the first stringers, who were still – incredibly confused – watching him in return.
"Who told you to take a break?"
"Sorry, coach!"
Brow furrowed in thought over the previous scene, the blond boy had completely forgotten the earlier argument. A droplet of sweat trickled down his forehead, cheek and finally plopped against his bare legs as he stretched to the fullest, silently contemplating that weird feeling in his chest … "Kuroko. Kise." He quickly shook off the thought and glanced up at the sound of his name. "You two are helping the second string in their next training game." At the bespectacled boy's words, Kise immediately got onto his feet and walked over.
"Second string? Why?" He inquired, gaze flickering to the side as the second player appeared next to him.
And with Kuroko as well … That weak guy … This is awful, really!
"Yo, Bunko!"
Slamming both hands down onto the desk, a wild grin across her face, she looked down on the other girl, whose hair was pulled sharply back into two, long and completely perfect braids. Without as much as a single glance in the other's direction, Bunko turned a page, scribbled down a few notes and then calmly responded: "That hurt, didn't it, Yukimura-san?"
Clutching both hands to her chest, she crouched on the floor with shoulders shaking. "Guh–Y–yes …"
Bunko turned another page. "What a pity."
"At least sound like you mean it," she muttered. The sun fell through the windows and bathed the almost abandoned library in a faint, warm light. Yukimura glared at the girl, but it did not take long before she began fidgeting in her spot, clearly wanting to say something; she opened her mouth, but closed it shortly after and in stead rummaged through the pockets in her blazer. Gaze turned up briefly, Bunko corrected her glasses.
"What?" She inquired.
"Eh? What?" Yukimura responded.
"Don't give me that, now, what?" Bunko nodded at the other's pocket.
With a grin, exceeding any of the previous ones, Yukimura pulled out a small electronic device and placed it on the table with a small clack. "Do you want to know what's on it?" She asked, running a finger over the recorder until she paused at the play button; then, receiving a pointed look from Bunko, she started it.
At first they could only hear a low, scratchy sound but then a familiar voice filled the library: '–girls interested in playing basketball, so give up––Though, if you find four other players, then I'll let you have one of the gyms …' Yukimura paused it and looked up once more, hair falling into her eyes. "So, what do you think about that? Isn't that just great?"
Bunko turned a page. "Yes, good for you." She responded although not very enthusiastically. Page turn. "Then you just need to find four other people."
"You mean three?"
"No? Four."
"Even if you don't want to, you're a part of this, understood? I was thinking you'd be the vice-captain or something with all your clever schemes, you evil vixen!" Yukimura pulled out a chair, turned it and sat down with the back of the chair between her legs as she grinned broadly. "Don't you think that's awesome? And there is no point denying it, you love basketball. You just lo–ove it!" A short silence fell over the two girls. Tipping the chair closer to the table, Yukimura smacked the book shut. "Hey!"
Bunko pushed her glasses further up. "First of all … I can see your panties. Secondly, who exactly is a scheming vixen?"
She flipped the book open once more, quickly turning to the correct page.
"Pretty please?"
"No."
"Pretty, pretty please with sugar on top and all that stuff?"
"No."
"Then …" Yukimura paused. "Will you at least help me find other members?"
The two stared each other down.
Bunko paused then sighed deeply. "Fine …" A flicker of a smirk crossed her features, and Yukimura could not help herself from grinning in return. First one reeled in … "And I do have a few people in mind as well."
"Yay! Scout time!"
Kise leaned forward, watching as the match progressed and Teiko was slowly getting behind. "C'mon, go! Bash them–!" He almost flinched at the cheers from the opponent's supporters and glanced sideways at the balcony. Wow–though it's normal for a power house … They're kind of loud … Losing another point and with the score 48–69, it did not take long before the second string coach was forced to put him into the game.
"Player change for Teikō."As he stepped onto the court, Kise almost thought he saw a flash of light somewhere in between the hooting crowd above him; he glanced up, but spotted nothing. He had no chance of giving it a second thought, when he suddenly found himself surrounded by two players and immediately guarded completely.
Another flash.
What is that? This is – Ah–h! I don't want to lose like this!
Unfortunately for Kise, he should have paid more attention to the flashes. With a few glances from her surroundings, the girl slowly moved the camera from her face and snickered lowly; hidden, in order to avoid being spotted by her target, she looked at the pictures of the day. How pretty … "Hey, Ai-chan, you're drooling."
The pink haired girl turned around cautiously, camera close to her body and quickly swept the sleeve of her shirt over her mouth. "Do I know you?" She inquired, eyeing the two girls and their uniforms. Teikō? Her brow furrowed further as her attention flickered to their dark-blue shoes and then to her own. "Senpai," she added quickly. The taller of the two – a pretty one, Ai noted and her trigger finger twitched over the camera – smiled and crouched in front of her.
"You do not know us. But we know you … and we would like to have a short word with you, as well. I'm Yukimura and she's Bunko, nice to meet you, Ai-chan."
She scoffed lightly, but nodded curtly in the end. "Nice to meet you, Senpai." The shrill call of the referee's whistle blew over the gym and she pointed back over her shoulder to the match below. "I might miss out on some good pictures and that would be … unfortunate." Her eyes flashed back up at her senior. "For Senpai. And me … I'd die without my pictures! Such an ikemen! He makes my heart be so wildly that I just can't help myself … Ah–h, I want to lock him up all to myself …!"
Whatever threatening moment she had hoped to build up, was quickly lost as the younger girl was caught up in a low mutter, a blush quickly sweeping over her cheeks, while flipping through photos. "Yes, about that …" Yukimura reached over and pressed the camera away. "I have an offer for you, and I'm quite sure you will want to hear this."
Ai titled her head slightly in her confusion and blinked. "Yes?"
"I'm sure you have often been thrown out of the basketball team's practices, right?" Yukimura received a nod. "I'm also quite sure you could take some amazing pictures of all the players if only you could get in, without getting into trouble with the coach." Another nod. "What if I tell you, that I actually have a way for you to gain access? Would you join me?"
"I'm in," she grabbed Yukimura's hands tightly, a nosebleed quickly forming at the mere thought. "With all of my heart, I will do whatever you need me to do!"
Down on court, Kise shivered.