"The Sports Gag which Kuroko does"

-FrozenSapphire66

Rating: T

Genre: General, Humor

Characters: Kuroko T.

Warnings: (N/A)

Disclaimer: This is a disclaimer. That fact makes me sad.

A/N: Q1 ended up becoming a very long chapter. In order to give more meat to the end of the bone I've decided to cut it in half. This is the first half of the chapter; the second half will be out sometime next week (around Wednesday, I believe).

Thank you all for your wonderful response. It really makes me happy knowing people enjoy my writing this much. Now I have some amazing ideas for future chapters, but I'd love for you to keep them coming. Right now I believe Q2 is going to be about soccer, but although I've started on the bone (the chapter outline) I don't really like how it's turning out. For example, I really want to include Akashi a lot but he makes it hard to keep the story canon-related with his "I win, I'm right" philosophy. Any ideas would be helpful!

Again, thank you so much. I hope you'll enjoy Q1.

Q1: Ready, Set! Volleyball

First Half

Drop after drop. The reverberations of water hitting moldy concrete floors were continuous, a harmonious occurrence that had been going for a large amount of time. Now it was broken by the echoes of voices and footsteps.

The Seirin players talked quietly amongst themselves as they followed Coach Aida through the dimly lit hallway. They had been walking for a while now. For most it felt like they were paraded to their execution instead of whatever Riko had planned for them (which probably wasn't much better). The musk, lifeless air and the constant dripping of water only added to the effect. Was this a hidden underground graveyard? Or perhaps even a torture chamber…? They all felt a shiver running down their backs at the thought.

Wherever they were headed, it was still a mystery. During the entire bus ride Riko had refused to tell them where she was taking them. After a while filled with quite bothersome interrogations she had easily brushed off their prying questions with a dangerous smile and a terrifying hum concerning tripling their training menus once they got back to regular schedule. No one dared to ask again after that.

Only a few minutes earlier they had gotten off of the buss, not at all expecting the breathtaking sight that met them. In front of them was some sort of huge, modern sports center containing such a variety of possible activities that none of them thought they were still in Tokyo, Japan. When they first entered they had all been undeniably excited at the layout of the facility. Once Riko received a set of keys from the front desk and delivered Tetsuya #2 to the Pet Care Center she had them follow her into the depths of the building. They had walked through impressive showcases, endlessly many food stalls, and hallways built with glass walls enabling them to be awestruck by all the different courts, pools, fields, people and equipment their eyes could feast on.

There were even a number of basketball courts where seriously strong university players had been honing their skills. Even Coach had stopped briefly to admire the smooth plays, but not at all long enough for the Seirin players who'd rather watch a middle school basketball practices than find out what they were about to encounter.

They were all very skeptical when they were eventually led through a door and down a stairwell, and then into the sinister hallway they were currently walking through. Riko hadn't hesitated for a second.

The joyous brunette was close to skipping as she continued leading the way further into the darkness and further away from Seirin's redemption.

"Hey… this isn't looking so good for us," Koganei whispered with distraught as he turned to his fellow second years. "What if she's really going to kill us?"

The first years shivered notably at their upper classman's worries. Captain Hyuga simply stared grimly ahead.

They continued walking, softly murmuring prayers and mourning their oh-so-young lives that had yet to be lived.

Kagami suddenly growled, crimson eyes narrowing as he continued his slow pace. "You're not leaving us in this shit, Kuroko. You'd better start walking again right now."

Kuroko blinked, aware that the ace player must've been listening for his footsteps just in case he would try to disappear. Hesitating for a moment, he made his legs start forward again, shortly catching up with his light and partner.

Kagami sighed. "If you're as terrified as the rest of us, at least don't act so indifferent about it. It's annoying."

"Ah."

Deep blue orbs slowly slid to take a sideway glance at the ace player. Kagami stared back.

"I really am terrified though."

Another sight left the redhead. "You say that as if you just watched 'My Neighbor Totoro', you know…"

Kuroko smiled.

A cheery female giggle broke through the murmurs, silencing them all. Riko seemed beyond herself with delight as she stopped in front of a pair of grey painted metal doors and twirled around to smile at her team. "We're here!"

At her announcement every man in the group steeled himself for what to come. All eyes were on Riko's petite hands that agonizingly slowly handled the key that fit the lock on the door, succeeding after a small amount of struggle. With a creak the doors parted, again in painfully slow motions. Through the crack, it was as if a heavenly light spilled into the hallway, blinding them with unbearable whiteness.

Kagami looked away for a second, crimson eyes squinting as they adjusted to the brightness. As soon as he felt ready he looked up. A quiet gasp escaped him as his eyes widened comically in size. What he found in front of him was impossible for him not to recognize. He had lived in LA, for crying out loud – and if there was one other sport you saw West Coast Americans do unprofessionally just as much as street basket it was most likely this.

In that moment Kagami realized just what he would be doing today.

The raised net gleamed in the sunlight from the high windows where it stood, stretched across the court between two sturdy metal poles, packed in with blue paddings. Two antennas stood perpendicular to the net. The hardwood floor was the same as any basketball court, but the lines covering it were of foreign matter to the players of Seirin who practically ate orange rubber for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Also, the ball carts on the sides were filled with something that only had one thing in common with their regular nutrition: they, too, were balls.

It was quite clear by then. Obviously, they would be playing volleyball.

The entire team simply gaped.

She really was serious about this.

Riko grinned brightly. "Alright…! They set it all up for us! Now we can spend more time on playing— how lucky!"

"How unlucky, you mean…" the defeated Seirin players mumbled, definitely already realizing they had just entered something way worse than a torture chamber.

The brunette turned to her team again, still grinning joyfully. "Everyone, today we're playing a sport of intense aggressiveness, precision like no other and dynamics unmatched. Get ready for the 'One-Pass' sport of volleyball! Let's do our best!"

Crickets were heard in the background.

Aida's smiling face twitched.

Not a second later the team responded with a forced, though loud and clear, "Yes, Coach! We will do our best!"

Kiyoshi was seemingly the only player who seemed sincere about it though. With his calm and friendly expression steadily in place he turned to his team with words of encouragement. "Guys, we should try to look at the bright side of things. Although we might not be successful at first, it is true that volleyball build reflexes and precision at high rates. Let's all take something out of this and bring it back to the basketball court, alright?"

After considering what Kiyoshi had to say the mood among the players seemed to brighten, even if just a little. Only Hyuga seemed even more annoyed after the center player's declaration.

Satisfied with her response, Riko put on a genuine smile.

"We were really lucky with my contacts today. I just told them some friends of mine wanted to get together and play volleyball, and they did all this for us! They even left some sportswear for us in the locker room!" she gleefully announced, then crossed her arms in a superior manner. "Well, what are you guys standing around for? Go change already!"

"Yes, Coach!"

Riko slowly walked around the court with a red, white and blue themed volleyball, bouncing it on the ground and setting it smoothly with the tips of her fingers, humming softly on her favorite melodies all the while. She was really happy about the way things were turning out. She hadn't really planned on her players knowing she was somewhat using this project to their advantage at developing their skills, but if it got them that much more motivated, so be it. She was glad she had trusty leaders like Hyuga and Kiyoshi by her side. They made her job much easier and basketball even more enjoyable than it already was.

Smiling absentmindedly to herself, she thought in the back of her mind how strange it was that she was still the only person in the gym. Suspiciously, she checked the time on her cellphone and quickly realized her team had been in the locker room for more than fifteen minutes already. Narrowing her chocolaty eyes she debated whether or not to go check on them when she suddenly heard the door creak open and footsteps from people entering.

Turning around, she sighed in relief. "…Finally! What took you guys so long—wait…what!?"

The Seirin players stood in a group ten meters away from her, red faced with eyes averted, and wearing exactly what they had been wearing before they went to change.

Riko stared with disbelief. "Why aren't you guys wearing any equipment?"

First year Furihata swallowed and tried to come up with an explanation. "W-Well, you see… the equipment we were left wasn't really… fitting."

The Coach raised an eyebrow. Kagami sighed, elaborating on his classmate's description. "The uniforms were way too small and way too tight. Most of us couldn't ever hope to fit into that… ma'am."

Koganei nodded in agreement. "Yeah, only Kuroko was small enough to get into one!"

The brunette nodded slowly, slightly disappointed that they didn't get to wear proper uniforms the way she had fantasized about it. She sighed. "I see… well, where is Kuroko then?"

"I'm right here."

The familiar sudden declaration from her right no longer did more than make her breath hitch for a second. She turned to the renowned phantom player to survey his appearance only to have her words stuck in her throat.

Still wearing a deadpan look, although he seemed ever so slightly uncomfortable where he stood, Kuroko seemed to be completely normal – or at least as normal as you get wearing tightfitting spandex shorts and a blue and white skintight girl's jersey.

Riko screamed. "What the heck, Kuroko—! What are you doing wearing that girl's uniform? Are you a shota character or something?!"

Kuroko looked slightly thoughtful for a moment. "Now that you mention it, this really does feel way too uncomfortable to be normal men's sportswear."

"Of course it's not normal! I don't even care that you can actually pull it off! Why aren't you wearing the men's sportswear that you got?"

"To everyone's defense, there wasn't anything else but these uniforms in the locker room, Riko," Kiyoshi defended, stepping up to stand in front of the flustered coach.

The brunette calmed down dramatically. "Huh? Is that so…?"

Hyuga made an approving hum. "Well, you're saying they are girl's uniforms, so I can only assume that your contacts believed you and 'your friends' would all be girls."

"Does Coach even have any female friends…?" first year Kawahara softly asked his teammates, to which he was quickly shut up with a smack to the head and an angry "Shut your mouth, you idiot!"

Riko, realizing her mistake, laughed in an apologetic manner and then sighed softly. "Ah, I see… This is my fault. Well, men usually wear something close to basketball shorts and t-shirts anyway. At least try the knee pads and ankle braces and see if they fit – I don't want you crushing kneecaps and spraining ankles in the middle of basketball season. And Kuroko… please get out of that uniform."

A chorus of "yes, ma'am" went through the team as they turned back to the locker rooms, but they didn't get far before the metal doors to the corridor slammed open into another interruption.

"Finally, we found it!" an all too familiar voice caught the Seirin team's attention. Kuroko and Kagami snapped their heads around in time to see a mop of styled golden blond hair emerge from the darkness of the corridor. In front of them, wearing blue shorts and a matching t-shirt, stood none other than Kise Ryouta of the Generation of Miracles. The part-time model winced and lifted a slender hand to cover his squinting amber eyes from the intruding light. "Dang, that's so bright! It's like we've been walking in the sewers for days!"

A light female voice, also easily recognizable, was heard from behind him not a second before Momoi Satsuki's bubbly pink head popped out from the darkness, her eyes also squinting in the face of the light. "Ki-chan, wait up! Aomine-kun and Midorin are still back there."

"It's not my fault they're so slow!" Kise argued, throwing a glance at Momoi.

Before she could retort, the heavy presences of the Generation of Miracles' very own Aomine Daiki and Midorima Shintarou entered the room from the darkness of the hallway, both temporarily blinded by the brightness. Teiko's former ace seemed bored with the situation, while Midorima seemed mildly annoyed with Kise at the moment, adjusting his glasses where he stood. "Who're you calling slow, Kise? Just because you ran through that hallway as if your feet were catching fire it doesn't mean we have to mimic your childishness."

Kise grimaced at his former teammate. "Geez, Midorimacchi… You're always so serious! I'm still technically a child, so it really shouldn't be a problem," he argued, then blinked to find his eyes adjusted to the light. Grinning, he looked up into the room. "Phew, I can't wait to see Kuro—Kurokocchi?!"

Amber eyes zoomed in on the very familiar boy standing among the Seirin players dressed in very unfamiliar attire.

Kuroko blinked once. "Hello, Kise-kun," he greeted, and then turned to address the rest of his newly arrived acquaintances who were all staring with expressions similar to Kise's. "…and to Momoi-san, Midorima-kun and Aomine-kun. Hello."

Kise broke the momentary silence by running up to his friend and former teammate, hugging the poor boy with an unmatched adoration. "Kurokocchi…! I'm not sure whether to laugh or cry! I can't believe you're cross-dressing!" he dramatically announced, rivers of tears running down his cheeks.

Kuroko seemed to have done this a hundred times before as he got the crying idol's attention with a slight pat on the back. "I'm not really purposefully dressed like this…"

Kise sniffed loudly for a bit, then pulled back to look into Kuroko's blank blue eyes with limitless determination in his teary amber ones, hands resting firmly on the shorter boy's shoulders. "I want you to know this, Kurokocchi… If you really decide that you want to—not be a man anymore, you have my support! I will even help you find a name and supply you with a new wardrobe! And I am sure Momochi can help you if you need, you know, necessities—"

"—Okay!" Riko cut him off with a dangerously gentle smile. She did obviously not like where this conversation was going. Even Kise let go of Kuroko as soon as he felt the killer vibes rushing towards him, somewhat making him feel like he was in for muscle ache in ways he'd never felt before.

As soon as she had the situation under control with her "vibes of doom" Riko began greeting the newcomers.

"Hello! Thank you all for coming! I'm so glad you could make it," she announced honestly, beaming at the foursome. "We just went through an introduction for the equipment, and Kuroko was chosen to assist me. Everyone is heading in to change now, so if you'd please join them we'll get started momentarily."

Kise expressed his joy over being able to share a locker room with Kuroko, Midorima and Aomine again, seemingly recalling the days from Teiko. Momoi came over to give Kuroko a hug of her own, making certain Seirin players twitch with jealousy as the "gifted" manager got intimate with the ever unresponsive phantom player.

When all the greetings were made the players headed for the locker room again, intent on getting everything right this time. Kagami didn't get far, however, before he heard Aomine's provoking voice speak from behind him.

"So, volleyball, huh," the blue haired ace player commented, seemingly to himself. Kagami knew better though, and couldn't help but take the bite as he turned around, crimson eyes narrowing. Aomine smirked. "Man… it's such a girly sport, you know. And now I'm stuck here playing around with amateurs… sheesh, what a drag."

A low growl escaped the red haired Seirin player. He didn't want to be there either, but there was something about the other man's personality that really irked him and egged him on. He wasn't going to stand on the receiving end of his taunts without a fight, though; because if there was one thing Aomine wouldn't back away from it was a serious challenge.

That was exactly what Kagami had in mind.

"Ah, a girls' sport, huh," he repeated the Touou player's words, and then added his own taunt. "Is that your way of saying you're not down for a little variety once in a while? Because that's how I'm going to take it… what a shame."

Dark blue eyes narrowed. "What are you implying, Kagami?"

Now it was Kagami's turn to smirk. "I'm implying that you're not up for the challenge. You're too scared to try something new – in case you won't be the best at it. You're backing down, Aomine-kun."

Aomine seemed to be very frustrated by the taunts, but soon he returned the gesture, lips lifting into a confident sneer. "Oh…? Is that a challenge I hear?"

"And what if it is?" Kagami taunted further.

Aomine's smirk widened. "Then I suggest you get changed, Kagami. I am about to beat you in every single dimension of the sports world. Perhaps with some proper gear you will actually stand a chance."

Now Aomine was serious, and he could tell his rival was as well.

Kagami sneered. "You should make sure those bracers are sitting tight." With that last gibe, he disappeared into the locker room. He was so winning this thing.

Few minutes later, to Riko's gratitude, everyone was ready and properly dressed for playing volleyball. While the guys had hit the locker rooms she'd gotten time to establish a system with Momoi's help making the pink haired manager responsible for doing stats and analyzing the players' strengths in a new sport that required different use of abilities. At least she'd gotten along with the bubbly, overdeveloped first year without feeling the need to strangle someone… for now.

As the boys entered the gym again no one seemed more fired up than Kagami Taiga. After Riko's short briefing on the basics of volleyball (making some demonstrating passes and sets with Momoi's help), he quickly grabbed hold of a ball, fingers shaking with the energy he needed to release.

"Let's do this!" With a loud roar he threw the ball up and jumped after it, surprising his peers who watched in amazement as his arm rolled back and then swung forward with astounding force, hitting the ball exceptionally powerfully…

…right into the net.

The gym was quiet as the ball rebounded out of the shaking net and onto the floor where it bounced a few times before rolling away lazily. The Seirin players groaned in disappointment.

"Didn't you live in America?" Captain Hyuga remarked, looking suspiciously at the redhead behind the awful hit.

Kagami himself looked skeptical about his terrible miss, crimson eyes narrowing at the now motionless ball while mumbling something along the lines of, "It looked much easier when those girls on the beach did it…"

Aomine sniggered in the background, much to Kagami's annoyance.

Before anything else could happen though, Riko took charge. "Okay, now that we've seen the dynamics of the net – thanks to Kagamidiot here– we'll start practicing the basics! Spread out and let's hustle, everyone!"

For a while Riko had all the players rotate on practicing everything from passing and setting to serving and blocking. Her biggest challenge yet was getting people used to catching and passing, in that order, to actually start hitting the ball. Other than that, despite a relative slow learning curve, she noticed that everyone was doing pretty well. Sure, the ball hit the net eighty percent of the time and went out of bounds the remaining twenty percent – but there were occasional highlights as well.

Izuki proved to be excellent at setting and was currently teaching the first years how to go about it, and Hyuga was quite the outside hitter who also had some strong receives. It was quite obvious that Kiyoshi might've tried playing volleyball before as he, compared to the rest of them, excelled in just about everything.

When it came to the previous Generation of Miracles… Riko was seriously hoping they'd come up with a real miracle soon.

Kise couldn't really master anything before watching someone else succeed at it first, and with mostly everyone failing miserably around him he had a hard time coming up with skills that didn't end in the net. Midorima would also have made an excellent setter had he actually tried using his left hand for control. His sets and passes would always make it towards the right spot; the problem was that they always went way too far. Aomine wasn't doing any better. His ball handling techniques that were perfect for his chosen sport of basketball had no use in volleyball. Chained to the formless plays he was used to execute most of his passes ended in lifts or in the net.

Currently the trio was testing their serving skills.

"Alright, this should be relatively easy," Kise smiled as he picked up his ball, getting a feel of it with his fingers. He looked over at the outside of the court where Kuroko was paired up with Kagami doing sets and passes. He smiled, shouting out to get his old teammate's attention. "Hey, Kurokocchi—this one's for our everlasting friendship!"

The duo stopped the passing for a moment, watching as Kise readied himself. With grace that few could muster, he leapt up into the air mimicking the form of a perfect jump serve. With elegant speed and precision the Kaijo ace hit the ball—straight to the ground.

Kise looked heartbrokenly at the ball as it bounced and rolled away, and the weight of thousands of volleyballs hit him when he realized Kuroko wasn't paying attention anymore.

"What a beautiful friendship. Just like the serve you just made: it flops," Midorima commented to Kise's further distraught.

Dramatic waterfalls fell from the young man's amber eyes. "Midorimacchi is so mean…"

Aomine sighed at the theatrical manner of his former teammate before he wordlessly picked up a ball and went to serve it. Once again, the starting movements were so fluid and so swift that it was quite unbelievable that such a beautifully executed move could actually fail… until it hit the net, that is.

Kise couldn't help but snigger. "Hey, what's this? Something Aominecchi can't do?"

Dark blue eyes glared at the blond. "You can start talking when your serve flies further than three feet in front of you."

"Aominecchi is so mean, as well… Kurokocchi, please, save me from these evil men!"

Kuroko simply winced as he received a particularly hard spike.

Once again Kise's dramatic prayers went unanswered. "Kurokocchi…" he cried pitifully, reaching longingly out towards the phantom player.

As Kise went through his grey zone, Midorima went up to take his serve. Both throwing and hitting the ball with his right hand he managed to make the serve look just as skillful as his companions', the difference being that it actually went over the net. Both Aomine and Kise stared on in awe as it went further, and further, and further until… it hit the wall on the other side of the gym.

Kise gaped wordlessly in response to what just had occurred, disbelief clear on his face. "That's… way out of bounds."

Midorima adjusted his glasses. "At least it went over, which is more than we can say for you two."

Aomine twitched. "Just shut up, will you?"

Back with Kuroko and Kagami the passing was getting more frequent and intensive. Kuroko was barely keeping up while he noticed that his partner was getting quite the hang of it. He was, per say, a specialist in tap-passing, but this was on an entirely different stage. When tapping was the only thing you could do, it wasn't really a specialty anymore – and all it really got him was sore arms.

He winced as he received another spike and passed it smoothly to Kagami who went to set it. He cast a quick glance down at his arms, not quite happy about the redness and the pricking bruises that were forming.

"Kagami-kun," he said, catching the redhead's attention. The set came at him and he rolled it back with his palm for his partner to receive it.

"What?" Kagami inquired, passing the ball with a soft thud.

Kuroko positioned for setting. "My arms hurt."

Kagami seemed to twitch at the indifferent declaration, putting in motion a spike that hit much, much harder than Kuroko had anticipated.

The ball hit with a hard thud and a soft whine escaped the pale boy as he lost control of the ball that went bouncing elsewhere. A flicker of hurt went through his blank blue eyes. "Ouch... that really hurt…"

Kagami's eyes narrowed. "Geez, stop whining and take it like a man!"

"How mean…!" Kise exclaimed from where he stood by the servers, having watched the exchange with an anxious expression. He then whined, "If I was Kurokocchi's partner I would never do that to him! Kurokocchi—are you hurt? I'll get some ice for your arms! Oh, and a vanilla milkshake, too! And then you can come to Kaijo and play basket with me and forever escape such cruel treatment!"

"You're making a scene, Kise…" Midorima commented, sighing.

Kagami twitched. "Kuroko already refused coming to Kaijo, so stop nagging him about it!"

"I'd really like a vanilla milkshake, though," the phantom player injected, softly nursing his sore arms.

"I really don't like how you're testing your skills on Tetsu, though," Aomine suddenly spoke up. No one had noticed him picking up the stray ball before he slowly approached the Seirin rookie duo. A leer shone on his face, eyes promising a challenge as he spoke, "…especially when I am right here."

Kagami smirked right back. "Bring it."

"Any day, Kagami-kun," the Touou player taunted, already going for a spike.

It was an amazing show put on between the two ace players. The incredible force between every spike and hit resounded in the thuds of the receiving. Despite the occasional fumbling and lifting of amateurs, neither wanted to give in and made sure to have the ball stay airborne. Kise and Midorima watched intensely at the show-off between the two rivals, Kise already memorizing movements and techniques for later use. Even the Seirin players practicing setting turned to catch a glance of the display.

Izuki noticed their play was completely devoid of any sets in order to keep the other from gaining an advantage. With a dramatic expression worthy of Hamlet himself he held the volleyball at arm's length in front of his face. "To set or not to set, that is the question."

While the freshmen and Koganei cracked a grin, Tsuchida motioned for them to be quiet, but couldn't hold back his own chuckle at Izuki's self-composed pick-up line:

"I am a setter. Would it be fair if I 'set' you up with me?"

Captain Hyuga ignored the group in favor for sighing at the display before him. "Really, those two…"

"It can't be helped. Rival instincts," Kiyoshi supplied, calmly watching the contest as well.

Eventually, it would have to come to an end. It did when Kagami suddenly fumbled after receiving the ball and Aomine caught it as his opportunity to spike the ball with a force Kagami couldn't possibly retort to when out of balance. However, as he did so, he failed to notice the mop of light blue hair they had moved around for the last minute suddenly popping up in-between them before it was too late.

With a loud smack the impossibly powerful spike hit Kuroko in the head.

They all stared in disbelief as the boy fell back in a comical star shape, hitting the floor, unconscious.

Kise then Kise screamed. "When did Kurokocchi get there…?! Why would he be in the middle of that—that warzone?"

Hyuga groaned; face palming as he did so. "He was probably always there, next to them. Aomine and Kagami must've moved around 'til he was in the middle of it."

Aomine was stunned. He had just hit his former shadow into a coma. "T…Tetsu…"

Kuroko was still sprawled dizzy-eyed on the floor.

"Why isn't anyone getting the first-aid kit…?! He could be dying!" Kagami panicked. He was pretty sure he just saw the boy's spirit slowly leaving his body through his open mouth.

"It's right here! I've got it! Don't die, Tetsu-kun…!" Satsuki pleaded as she ran over with Riko right behind her. They quickly did a remarkable job on patching him up and icing his wounds – girl power for the win.

The other players sighed in relief as the girls announced he's be okay and took him over to the bench. Kise followed behind them, fawning over his injured teammate.

Hyuga rubbed his temples. "And people think it's weird that we're labeled as a boy love manga…"

Kiyoshi, standing over at the serve line with a ball under his arm, smiled at the scene in front of him and laughed at his captain's remark. "Everyone's having fun. I'm glad."

To his peers' awe, Seirin's center gracefully threw the ball up and performed a jump serve that flew over the net and right down into the far left corner of the court, inside the lines. Cheers erupted from the Seirin team.

"Nice serve, Teppei!" Riko praised from the bench. The others complimented it as well. Even Kuroko, who'd been forced to stay down for a while, held his thumb up in approval.

Kiyoshi laughed it off and went to collect the ball. This was turning out better than he'd expected… although, he wouldn't say himself too sure yet. Who knew what would happen with all these different players on the court.

A/N: In case you didn't notice I'm incorporating my opinions of the manga/anime in the story, trying to make it seem somewhat funny. I find it amusing how people gender-bend Kuroko a lot. It's made obvious that if he was a "she" every ship in this series could go canon any day. If he really was a girl I don't think he'd be half as amusing, though.

I'm actually pretty neutral to the pairings in this fandom. I'd be just as happy for Satsuki ending up with Daiki (or even Tetsuya, although that seems slim) as I would for any shounen-ai related pairs. I could probably write any of them and have a good time doing it. Personally I believe there won't be any canon pairings going on, though.

Sorry for the side-track, ha-ha… I just couldn't help it.

I love Kise by the way. Then again, who doesn't…?

I still take advice and suggestions on keeping the characters as close to the real deal as possible. If you liked/didn't like something I did, please tell me about it.

Thank you.

-Miss Frozen