The day of reckoning had come. It was the fated day that decided who won eternal glory for throwing a ball into basket. Sounds dramatic, I know, but I had to do anything to make this whole manger gig more interesting. After lunch, Rima and I made our way to the gym, where the Seirin team had already arrived.

"My sweet panda," I said giving Kuroko a hug.

"Hello, Shira-kun," he replied.

I noticed their coach having words with ours; something about only using a half court. Even though she wasn't happy about it, their coach had no choice but to comply. I walked up to Takeuchi-sensei, "Wow, that was an asshole move coach, and that's coming from a fellow asshole so you know it's true."

He glared at me and I shimmied my way to the other side. Rima followed me asking, "Why are we sitting over here?"

I pointed at Kuroko, "Because, he's adorable."

She gave me a very disappointed look and sat down. Now, I don't necessarily know what happened, but next thing I know the hot redhead had a hoop in his hand. After asking what happened, I have been informed by the benchwarmers that his name is Kagami. "Huh...destruction of property, I like this boy," I muttered.

Suddenly, I heard a very annoying whine from the other side of the court, "Haizawa senpai, why are you on the other side?"

I picked up a stray basketball and flung it at Kise, hitting him squarely in the face. As he began to fake cry Rima looked at me and said, "Was that really necessary?"

"Ours is the type of relationship that doesn't need words," I responded.

I believe they put Kise in the game shortly after; I started doing my homework, finding it less boring than watching the game. I looked up when the game ended, Seirin had miraculously won. As I congratulated Kuroko, I saw Kise crying and muttering how he had never lost before. Kasamatsu swiftly kicked and scolded him; thank the heavens for Yuki, he cuts my workload in half.

My presence no longer required, I left school, or at least tried to leave school. This girl with too much make up on tried to corner me, "Yes?" I asked.

Her eyes narrowed, "You're ruining his reputation you know, someone like you doesn't need to be hanging around Kise-kun."

She went on for a while; from what I can gather, she's the president of blondie's fanclub, although she does not seem to be a fan of me. I counted to ten like my therapist told me to, but at ten she was still talking and I was even more pissed, so I punched her in the mouth.

I walked away slightly regretting the way I had handled the situation. I had anger issues and incidents like this were part of the reason I have a bad rep. I looked at my hand which was covered in blood, "I must've hit her nose," I muttered.

I walked to the water fountains to clean myself up, and ran into the reason I needed to do so in the first place. I was about to sneak away and go to a bathroom instead when Kise noticed me and exclaimed, "Haizawa senpai, you've got blood on you, are you okay?!"

Then he attempted to touch my shoulder with a hand that I quickly swatted away saying, "It's not my blood."

"I see you haven't changed Shira," a familiar voice said.

I looked behind Kise to see Midorima, "Hey mommy," I said.

He adjusted his glasses and sighed, "I told you not to call me that."

"Shira senpai, you know Midorimacchi..and mommy?" Kise asked.

I walked over to Midorima, "Well you see here, Midorima's a cancer, which are the mothers of the zodiac, and I'm a Capricorn, which are the fathers of the zodiac."

"I see," Kise said in understanding.

"But he never calls me daddy and that makes me sad," I said, pinching Midorima's cheek.

He glared at me, "Please stop that."

I laughed and decided to stop torturing him so I could clean the blood off of me. Midorima looked at me, and then Kise, "How do you two know each other?" he asked.

"Haizawa senpai is our manager," Kise beamed.

I glanced at Midorima, "It was a punishment."

He looked away from me, "Well that explains it, it would be odd for you two to be friends.

Kise cocked his head, "Why?"

"You being a gemini, your signs are one of the most incompatible there are and...well, if you don't know how I know Shira then it isn't something you should concern yourself with," Midorima answered.

At that moment, an angry black haired guy pedaling a rickshaw appeared, and began shouting at Midorima. Midorima went to leave when I asked, "Hey mommy, give me a ride to the station?"

"No," Midorima replied.

"Now Shin-chan, that's no way to treat a girl," the other boy said.

Midorima looked at him, "Weren't you just complaining about pedaling it?"

"Yeah, with you in it, but that's not the case with this pleasant lady over here."

"Did you hear that mommy?" I said in between giggles, "I'm pleasant.

"Shut up and get in the cart," he responded.

The ride to the station was nice, the train ride was long, but I finally arrived in Shizuoka. I wondered if this was going to be my routine every weekend for the next year. Entering the house, I was surprised to find Shogo in the living room instead of his room. "Nii-san's visiting and we are being forced to have a sit down dinner," he replied to my look of questioning.

"Speak of the devil," I said as another person walked in the room.

Haizaki's older brother is about an inch taller than Shogo, with lighter hair, and the same grey eyes. He lives in and goes to college in Tokyo, so I don't get to see him that often. "Haizaki-nii," I greeted him.

"Shira," he said, picking me up into a hug.

"How's college life?" I asked him.

"Good, I ran into your brother a couple of weeks ago, he was in town on business," he replied.

"Oh, how is he?" I asked.

"He seemed good," he said letting me go.

My older brother was a good twelve years years older than me and out of the house by the time I was six, so we were never really close. A contributing factor was that he went to college and now taught in Akita, which is about ten hours away.

"Are you doing alright in Kanagawa?" Haizaki-nii asked me.

"Fine, except for me being forced into the manager position of Kaijo's basketball team," I answered.

He laughed and put his hand on my head, 'Well, I'm sure you'll get through it. "

I groaned and looked at Shogo, "Can you go there one day and cause a ruckus so I get kicked off?" I asked him.

"No," Shogo replied quickly.

I squinted angrily at him, "You are going to regret that decision, Shogo Haizaki."