Ah! I'm so sorry for taking forever to update. A lot of stuff was suddenly thrown at my face all of the sudden these past few days. Since I was late though I tried to make this chapter longer than my other ones! I hope you like it! :D

"Tetsuya?"

Perking up at the sound of his sister's voice, he looked towards the stove, where Sora was currently making some rice for him.

"Yes Onee-chan?" he asked, tilting his head.
"Want some extra eggs with your rice?" she asked with a warm smile. Thinking it over he nodded his head. With a nod of her own she went back to work.

Blinking a few times, Kuroko stared at his older sister. "Onee-chan? How come you make my lunch?" he asked.

"Huh?" she frowned at him.

"The kids say their parents make their lunch. Why do you make my lunch?" he asked.

Pausing, Sora rubbed the back of her neck. "Um… because Mom and Dad can't. Mom always leaves for work early and Dad usually is still asleep from coming back late. Grandma sometimes makes our lunches when she is feeling well." She pointed out.

"Oh." Kuroko nodded. "How come you cook Lunch and Dinner too though?"

"Mom can't cook at all." Sora answered bluntly. "It tastes bad."
"What about Dad?"

"Dad is just as bad."

"So then… is that why you always cook?" Kuroko tilted his head.

"I guess." She shrugged. "Mom and Dad like my cooking."

"I like Onee-chan's cooking too." Kuroko raised his hand.

Smiling, feeling happy with the compliment, Sora laughed. "If you like it, then why are you asking why I cook you stuff?"

"I dunno." Kuroko looked at his feet. "Just wondering."

Staring at him from the corner of her eye, Sora nodded. "Well, I'll always cook you meal Tetsuya. And I'll try to make it exactly how you want it too." She swore.

"You don't have to do that."

"I know." She smiled. "I want to though."

Kuroko couldn't help but smile himself. He felt happy.

-000-

When the bell rang, Kuroko felt himself sigh. He had almost been marked absent when the Teacher had called his name, but had not even noticed him raised his hand to inform him of his presence. He practically had to yell to catch the Teacher's attention.

It wasn't like he should be surprised though.

"Tada~!" A bento box was suddenly slammed in front of his face. Surprised, he lifted his head. Sora stood over him, grinning widely.

"Onee-chan." His eyes widened and he looked to the clock. Class had ended only 2 minutes ago. "How did you get here so fast?"
"I ran of course." She explained, pulled up a chair from another table and moving it to the other side of Kuroko's desk. Plopping down on it, she handed him his bento. "Here you go." She smiled.

Taking the lunch into his hands, he felt himself smile. " didn't have to run here, you know."

"I know." Sora grinned. "This will be the first time we've been able to eat lunch at school together though." she paused. her eyes growing wide. "We should have matching lunches!"

"Matching lunches?" he questioned, opening his bento.
"Yeah, it would be cute." Sora cooed at the very thought.

"No thank you." Kuroko pulled apart his chopsticks.

"Aww, you're no fun Tetsuya." She pouted, opening her own bento box. Staring down at it, she frowned and looked over at Kuroko's lunch box. "Hey…. How did you get more rice than I did?" she whined

"I'm not sure Onee-chan. You are the one who made our lunches this morning." He answered honestly.

"I know! So I'm confusing myself on how I gave you more rice. You never even eat it all." She whined.

"I eat all my rice." Kuroko shook his head.

"You do not." She pointed her chopsticks at him. "You only eat half of it, then you leave the rest."

"Do I?" he inquired.

"Yes, you do. We always have leftovers because you can't ever finish your meals. By the way, I'm not letting you get up from that chair until you eat all of your lunch. You're too skinny, it isn't healthy."

"Perhaps Onee-chan actually eats too much and I eat a normal amount?" Kuroko suggested, not looking pleased with having been forced into a corner like this.

Freezing mid-bite from her food, Sora narrowed her eyes. "Are you calling my fat?" she questioned, waving her chopstick in front of his face.

Sensing her dangerous undertone, Kuroko shook his head. "…No."

"Good." Sora grumbled, stuffing her mouth with rice. "We both know what would have happened if you did."

Kuroko suppressed a shiver. "It would not have been fun.' He nodded.

With a huff, Sora opened her mouth and began to shovel in her food. Watching her from the corner of his eyes, Kuroko felt himself smile. "After school, I'm heading over to the Basketball club."

"Oh! Okay. Hey I'll walk you there." She suggested. "This place is huge after all."

Nodding his head in agreement, Kuroko quickly finished his lunch. Or, at least he attempted. He wouldn't admit to his sister being right as he stared down at his bento box, with still had half of his rice inside.

Staring at his box, Sora raised an eyebrow. With a long pause, and the two staring at each other in a miniature stare down, Kuroko slowly slide his lunch across the table.

Taking that as a victory, Sora scooped a large glob of rice into her own bento box.

Frowning, Kuroko looked away. Even if his sister didn't say anything, he knew she was mentally cackling in victory for being right. He never liked it when she was always right.

Though, even as he thought this, he could feel his thoughts quickly drifting back to the Basketball club. He just couldn't stop thinking about it! How could he?

He was going to start working towards his promise starting today. He was going to join and become strong, and would aim to play as a starter in games.

"Hey-hey, Tetsuya~!"

Pausing from his train of thought when his sister called to him, he turned his head.

'BLAH." Sora held her arms high above her head, her chopsticks sticking out from her mouth like vampire teeth. "I vill suck your blood." She wiggled her fingers.

Dumbfounded, Kuroko blinked. "…Werewolf?" he inquired.
"What?" his sister frowned. "No. Dracula!"

"Bat." Kuroko nodded.
"Vampire." She corrected again, spitting out the chopsticks. "You're no fun Tetsuya." She shook her head with a sigh. "I mean, you could have at least-" looking up, Sora snorted when Kuroko came back into her view.

"…Blah." He said, having placed his own Chopsticks within his mouth.

"Ah!" she pointed to him with a wide grin, placing her chopsticks back in her mouth. With a laugh she pulled out her phone and leaned towards Kuroko and wrapped her arm around him. Extending her phone at, Kuroko and her looked to the camera as Sora took a quick pic.

Once she had taken it she moved back into her chair to admire the new photo to her large collection. "That's a keeper." She concluded. "Don't you agree my fellow Dracula?"

"Yes. It vill be eternal…Blah." Kuroko nodded. Almost falling out of her chair at his failed attempt of a Dracula voice, Sora slammed her fist against the table and threw her head back, cackling wildly.

He wasn't going to question how his sister found his Dracula impersonation so funny. He liked it when she laughed though, even if he wasn't sure why she was laughing in the first place.

Her giggles dying down, Sora reached out to clean out any messes she made and collected their Bento boxes. "Alright, lunch ends soon, so I'll met you up by the library after school."

"The library… understood." Kuroko nodded in agreement. Ruffling his hair, Sora moved to the door, ignoring or not even noticing the few boys that were staring at her in awe, wondering why a senior of this school would be in here in their Freshman classroom.

-000-

The rest of the day was as expected for Kuroko. He was almost forgotten by the teacher several times, and most of the hour was used for introductions/explanations on what the year would entail.

Kuroko had heard the same sentence, "This school is known for it impeccable grades, so study hard' around a million different times before the final bell rang.

Quickly gathering his books and bag, Kuroko pushed in his desk chair. Leaving the place just as he found it, he glanced to the clock. He told his sister he would meet her by the Library.

Oh wait…

Pausing, mid step, Kuroko tilted his head. Where was the library again?

Frowning, unsure himself, he pulled out his sister's hand made map of the school. It wasn't overly detailed and had goofy doodles of people and classrooms. It was still much easier to use the map then wandering around aimlessly though.

Keeping his eyes locked onto the map, Kuroko followed it closely, moving through the halls with ease. If there was one plus side with having such a low presence, is that you didn't have to work so hard to move through a crowd. Most of the time, Kuroko was just swept right into it, like a wave. This wave would practically move him to where ever he wished to go.

Though, sometimes this wave got to intense, and tried to keep pushing him, even when he had reached his destination. Like the library.

"Ah." Kuroko's eyes widened as the crowd of students continued to push and nudge him forward. Struggling for a few moments, feeling indescribably weak compared to the students, he scrambled to get to the library doors. Barely at of reach, he huffed to find his attempts would be ruined when a few of the wrestling team members had started to push him this time, not even noticing him at all!

He supposed he would just have to let himself get pushed to the end of the school hall then double back.

"Whoa!" someone suddenly grabbed his arms, stopping the whole wave in its track. Whipping around to see who it was, Kuroko's eyes widened. "Onee-chan."

"Hey bro." she paused to look at the wrestlers and other students, who were grumbling to why everything suddenly slowed down. By the look on all their faces, they all wanted to get home ASAP.

"Hold your horses you impatient kiddies." Sora scolded, extending out her hand. Gripping one of the Wrestlers shoulders, she easily nudged him to the side. Side stepping, almost stumbling, he gawked at her. "Sorry, move please." She called, taking Kuroko's hand and pushing through the sea of students like a knife cutting butter.

Stumbling after her, Kuroko stared at his sister, just as amazed as the other students by her ability to move through this intense crowd so gracefully, like it was nothing. Honestly, it probably wasn't.

Plus, it helped that Sora was a little tall for most girls. She was also, though she disagreed, beautiful. Kuroko didn't want to sound like conceited or anything, but his sister was definitely very, very beautiful.

She was tall, skinny, and had these piercing gray eyes, and long light blue hair. The tips of her hair was black though. It was naturally that was too. No one, not even doctors could explain why it was like this. They ended up leaving it as something to do with her genetics.

She liked it though, so everything was fine. Plus, it gave her a sort of distinguishing feature from their family.

Kuroko could even remember at one time, this modeling agency had attempted to recruit her. Sora had tried it out for a few weeks, but ended up getting bored of it. She said she liked the people, and dressing up in all those cloths were fun, but standing on a brightened stage all her life just wasn't for her.

Though she liked to borrow their cameras and take picture a lot.

"And we are through! Freedom!' Sora cheered, pushing into the Library.
"Shh." The librarian inside, quickly shh'd her. Shrinking, grinning sheepishly, Sora bowed.

"Sorry." She whispered. With a warning look, the Librarian turned back to her book.

Watching her closely, waiting till she was sure it was okay, Sora grinned at Kuroko." Hey Tetsuya." She lifted up her hand, speaking quietly. "How was your first day?"

"Fine." He nodded. "Thank you for helping me in the hall."

"Anytime Bro." she patted his head. "This school can be crazy after the bell rings. So we will wait here for a few minutes to let the halls clear a bit. Besides-" grabbing his wrist she yanked him towards the other end of the library, where the new books were placed. "They got some new books today."

Instantly intrigued, Kuroko scanned over the assorted book, eyeing them carefully. "…I haven't read that one." He grabbed it. Looking over his shoulder as he read the summary of the book, Sora hummed. When they were done, they exchanged similar smiles.

"Wanna read it?" Sora smirked.
"Should you even ask?"

"Nope." Whipping back around to the Librarian, Sora slide to the front desk. "Hey Barbra."

"Mrs. Sentral." The librarian corrected heatedly. "While I welcome you back to school Ms. Kuroko, I must ask that you treat this room and myself with respect."
"I always treat this room and you with respect." Sora frowned.

"Then please speak to me formally." Mrs. Sentral grumbled. "Honestly, if you weren't such a large fanatic of the books within this library I would have banned you from coming in here long ago."

"…Hehe." Sora grinned, rubbing the back of her head. "I've read practically every book in here."

"…Yes you have." The Librarian sighed with a shake of her head, unable to stop herself from smiling. "And because of that I make an exception for you, however I will have to start cracking down if you don't stop interrupting others while they read."
"I never bother anyone." Sora disagreed, folding her arms.

"You may not think you bother others, but you do Ms. Kuroko."

"How so?" she huffed

"When you read a book, you can't stay quite." Mrs. Sentral explained with a huff of her own. "Even when asked to stay quite, you gasp and shout whenever something interesting happens in your book. While I commend how enthusiastic you are with the books you read, it is still distracting to others who are trying to enjoy their own book."

"…" Sora rubbed her chin. "Oh. I see." She grinned. "Don't worry Barbra, it wont happen again."
"You say that now, but I've already had this same conversation with you six times." The librarian narrowed her eyes. "And stop calling me by my first name!"

"Shh Barbra, this is a library." Sora placed a finger over her lips to quite Ms. Sentral down, only to get a very annoyed and frustrated.
"What. Do. You. Want? Ms. Kuroko?" Barbra seethed, grinding her teeth.
"That really isn't good for you. It ruins your teeth." Sora motioned to the older women's teeth. "But yeah, my little bro here wants to get a book." She stepped aside for Kuroko to step forward.

Looking horrified that there would be a second Sora running around, Ms. Central froze at the sight of him. "…Little brother?' she questioned.
"Yeah. Isn't he cute?" Sora gushed.

"Onee-chan." Kuroko grumbled, pouting. "I told you to stop saying that."
"So… you like to read as well?" Mrs. Central paled, realizing where this would be going.

"Yes. I love to read." Kuroko nodded politely. "I'm also very sorry for my sister, Mrs. Central." He bowed.

"Hey." Sora snapped.

Taken aback, Mrs. Central's shoulder relaxed. "Oh. You seem very polite Mr. Kuroko." She noted. "Unlike you sister." She said under her breath.

"I heard that." Sora gave her a look. "Watch it. You may be a librarian but you are only 5 years older then me."

"I am still an adult." She narrowed her eyes. "And I should be treated as such."

Snorting, Sora folded her arms and turned away. "Not by my books."

Looking ready to snap at the young girl, Mrs. Central forced herself to take calming breaths. "Anyway, you said you wished to rent a book Mr. Kuroko."

"Yes." He nodded, holding it out to her. Taking it and quickly scanning it over, she handed it back to him with a smile.

"I hope you enjoy it. I haven't had a chance to read it myself, but I've heard many good things about it."

Smiling back, Kuroko nodded. "Thank you very much." He bowed, placing the book in his bag. Looking over his shoulder, he eyed the clock. "Onee-chan, basketball."
"Oh, right." She nodded. "Gotta book Barbra, Tetsuya is on a very important mission." She saluted, ignoring Barbra's furious look and rushing to the door. "Come Tetsuya!" she screamed.
"Shh!" Mrs. Sentral yelled.

"Good bye." Kuroko bowed his head, rushing after his sister. Moving into the hall, he was relived to find they were empty. Following closely after his sister, the two of them rushed to the gymnasium, where practice was just about to start.

Nudging him slightly, Sora smiled down at her brother. Glancing at her from the corner of his eyes, he smiled back.

"You ready?" she asked.

Pausing as they came to the front doors of the gymnasium, Kuroko nodded. "Yes."

"Good." Extending out her hand she swung the door open and the two stepped inside.

Kuroko was honestly shocked at just how huge the building was. Were all Middle School gymnasiums this large? It felt like it was bigger than the actual school.

"Tada." Sora twirled to show off the room. "Isn't it cool?"

Breathless, Kuroko nodded. Turning to face his older sis, she gave him a serious look. "Now remember Tetsuya, this is a really strong school. They have practically never lost, ever."

"Ever?" he asked.

"100 matches, 100 wins." She quoted the words from the banner they saw on their way in. "Winning is the premise of this school's Basketball club. They are going to push you to your limits, and then some."

Knowing he should expect as much he nodded. "I understand."

She looked pretty satisfied with his answer. "Alright then. I'm heading off." She gave him a quick hug.

"You're not staying?" Kuroko inquired.

"No way." She stuck out her tongue in disgust. "If even one of those coaches spot me they'll try to make me stay. They'll chase me all the way home if they have too."

"I see." He nodded in agreement. Watching her go, she called out to her. "Onee-chan?"

"Hmm?" she looked over her shoulder.

"You did Basketball your first year here, right?" he inquired.

"…Yeah." She shrugged.

"How many games did you win?"

Frowning, Sora folded her arms. "Why?"

"Curious."

Her lips forming into a thin line, she sighed. Tilting her head to recall her freshman year at Teikou, she turned away. "All of them."

"How many Baskets did you make?"

"Oh, I dunno Tetsuya.' She sighed, exasperated. "A lot, I guess."

"How many?"

"Like I would know-"
"You know. You always remember how many you points you score." Kuroko said quickly.

Grumbling, Sora rubbed the back of her head. "I only played in 20 games. Practically only one season. So… from all of those I scored around… 310 Baskets?"

"…Over 600 points." Kuroko concluded, keeping it that his sister most likely scored only 2 points each basket. "Were you trying to make all of those, or were you just going with the flow of the game?" he wasn't sure why was asking this. It always amazed him at how much potential his sister possessed. Even if she didn't like it herself.

"Oh, look it is the Coach, practice is starting. I'll have to talk to you later." Sora said quickly, avoiding his question completely and moving to the door. She always avoided those types of questions. "Work hard bro!" she screamed, booking it out of the gym.

Sighing, Kuroko turned to his new teammates and moved to the center of the room. A tall man was standing before the students, wearing a fancy gray suit and glasses. "First off!' he proclaimed. "Achieving victory is the premise of this club! Anyone not serious about this should go find another club. To those who remain, prepare for extremely difficult training."

Almost a carbon copy of his sister's words from earlier.

"Before we get to the self-introductions, we'll divide you up by class you test you. This will be a test of physical strength and skill. We'll use the results of these tests to put you into the first through third string." The Coach, also known as Coach Sanada, explained. "You'll only be able to play in matches as a regular if you are in first string. I'll be asking newbies, and those who are late, and therefore absent at the moment, to join the third string. You will be tested periodically. So those who are in the second and third string should not give up, but practice harder with the goal of being promoted."

To Kuroko's left, he faintly heard a fellow freshman speaking to his friends. "You know, apparently there has only ever been one freshman through the school's whole history who has ever made first string on their first string."

"Seriously?" his friend asked. Keeping an ear open to listen in on their conversation, Kuroko frowned. Sora.

"Yeah, and they were insanely good. It was two years ago or something. They practically one every game on their own." The guy continued. "I think they are a senior right now. I heard they stopped playing after their first year."

"Probably got bored." A third guy concluded. "But even still, that is pretty strange to just quite out of now where. Though the players here are tough, so it probably didn't change much with them gone."

"Yeah…So, then at best, we can make second string?"

"If that is the case, lets first aim for second string."

'Yeah, lets do our best." The boys agreed.

Narrowing his eyes, feeling determination boil within his stomach, Kuroko nodded to himself. He would aim for second string and work hard for first string. He could never be his sister's records on his first try.

So he would work hard and do the best he could. He would make his sister proud of his own skill, not matter how distant it was from her own.

Just watch Onee-chan. I'll work as hard as I can too.

Alright, end of the chapter! I hope you all enjoyed it! I'm also not the best at describing how people look so I hope the description of Sora was enough, yet at the same time, not too long that it made you bored.

OH! If some of you have noticed a friend of mine drew a cover for me! It is a picture of Sora, so if you are unsure of what she looks like, just look at the cover! :D