To think that the prologue/introductory last chapter I had written would garner as much love and attention as it did. I can't thank you all enough for valuing my story enough to favorite and follow it. Truly, it means the world.

Sorry for the wait as well. It was such a busy year, and the first chapter was just an idea on my part.

Here, we have some more backstory with some Kuroko in it as a remnant from last chapter. It's going to become a slower build up to the Generation of Miracles while at Teikō. So, just bear with me as we get up to Yuki interacting and meeting with all of them. However, it's not only going to be about their Teikō days either.

{Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroko no Basuke, no matter how much I wish I did. I only own my OCs. The quote, as noted, belongs to Elizabeth Fishel.}

[Note: Much like the previous chapter, I have edited and updated this chapter as of January 4th, 2019, in the hopes of providing a smoother flow to certain aspects of my writing.]

Chapter II: Misdirection

A sister is both your mirror - and your opposite. -Elizabeth Fishe

Yuki couldn't seem to pull her eyes away. Not from the boy, or his striking hair color, or his blue pools that seemed far too bright and too, well, blue to be eyes.

Stepping back, she gave him a once over, regrettably breaking free of his eyes' hold on her. He wasn't tall. Truth-be-told, he might have even been a tad shorter than she was. Thus, she was able to give a good deal of attention to the haphazard mop upon his head; the hair seemed to go by the wayside. 'I bet he has horrible bedhead in the morning.' And his attire wasn't anything too overdone.

He was utterly simple. And yet what he did was driving Yuki mildly insane. She just couldn't seem to wrap her head around his subtle, but unbelievably effective movement that sent a snowball flying away from her sister's face.

Unfortunately for her, she'd been caught staring for just a bit too long.

"Unnieeee, won't you stop looking at that nice boy's face?" Ayako whined. With her petite frame, slightly lighter blue-black hair, vibrant mustard yellow jacket and sparkly magenta boots, anyone could tell she was an eccentric being. Her size gave nothing away; in fact, vocally alone, she could fill an entire house with that whiny voice. Thus why, when she told that boy what she said, Yuki could only cringe; he wasn't the only one who could hear it, and Ayako knew it, too.

In embarrassment, she could feel a slight blush attempt to make its way to her cheeks. After giving him a quick smile, she looked down and frowned at her sister, mumbling out in utter annoyance, "What did I tell you about calling me 'unnie' in public – let alone anywhere?"

Yuki sighed, thinking to herself, 'Already being difficult. Should I hit you with a snowball as well?' She rolled her eyes at the thought. Sometimes, sometimes it'd be nice to have a young, non-obsessive Korean-loving sister who enjoyed breaking into Hangul more than she did her own native tongue – Japanese. It wasn't that she minded. The problem was that her talent was actually kind of cool to listen to, as well as entertaining. She just didn't want to admit it.

"Pshh, don't tell me what did do, Unnie," Ayako called out, placing an egregious amount of emphasis on the word, here used to represent the title of 'older sister'. "Anyways, thank you so, so much!" At that, she bowed to the young boy who helped her out. "I was almost entirely positive it was going to hit me in the face, but you stopped it!"

'No, no. He didn't stop it. He . . . torpedoed the poor thing to the other side of the field. Totally different.'

Yuki realized – too late – that her sister had continued talking, a favorite and unfortunate habit of hers.

"Sorry about Unnie. She seems to permanently wake up on the wrong side of the bed. It's so sad she had to come get me. Sometimes, it's so much fun just playing in the snow and not hearing her nag, aish," Ayako sighed, as though she was the one suffering. Naturally, it was Yuki who had the problem.

Already feeling the vein pulse at the top of her forehead, Yuki grabbed Ayako by the wrist and bowed to the boy, feeling absolutely humiliated. "It's not like that at all. I'm just the medium keeping her in line. Thank you for taking care of her."

With that, she walked away, forcibly pulling Ayako, who seemed to be greatly enjoying the struggle.

Knowing that she'd lost, Ayako gave a grandiose wave to the boy and gave him a big, "See you!" all the while being dragged away.

'What a brat.'

"Unnie, you can let go now. I'm coming, aren't I?"

"Ayako, why don't you ever listen?" Yuki put her hands – now free of their duty as shackles – into her pockets. "You talk to strangers; you continue to elicit foreign nicknames and phrases; you blatantly disrespect your elders; you -"

"I don't consider you my elder. You're not that much older than me. Two years doesn't make you my elder. Mei was my older sister. Not you." Ayako seemed to have begun the dreaded rant. "And you're so rude. You completely shrugged off what that boy did. Your 'thank you' was totally lameeee~. Unnieeee, why can't you be nice just once in your life?! You didn't even get his nameee!"

Yuki glared. Bringing up Mei and degrading her in the span of only a few minutes. She so didn't want to deal with this nonsense today. The additional rhyme to the end of her piercing commentary only bolstered Yuki's greatly mounting frustration. As a wise quote once told her, Hell hath no fury like a younger sister with an elder sister complex.

"Well, for one, let's state the blatantly obvious: he's a stranger. And for two, being nice requires effort. I put in some effort and was nice. I said 'thank you,' which I didn't need to do, and I dragged you away, which seems appropriate for a brat like yourself. Now, we're going to go home, and you're going to explain why you were out so long while I take a warm bath."

Ayako rolled her eyes and pouted. "Okaa-san will let me go first, and you know it."

"Then you better run if you want to make sure."

And so, the cold one, and the bratty one, ran to their home in the hopes of achieving the golden dream in the abysmal evening – a nice, warm bath.

"I got here first! Yess!"

"Ayako, quit yelling. It's not like you won a marathon." Pushing past her sister, she added, "It's only because I tripped out of pity for your little purple hands that you won. Who takes their gloves off while in a snowball fight anyways?"

"Nuh-uh, Unnieee. I won fair and square! You can't just ever admit to losing. And to make the perfect snowball, one must totally remove their gloves." With that, she stuck out her tongue and ran to her mother.

"Who goes inside and forgets to take their snowshoes off?" Yuki mumbled in annoyance. Abandoned chunks of snow littered the floor like the cotton balls ripped from the insides of a pillow. "And only a complete idiot would remove their gloves. You've clearly never properly learned how to make a snowball."

A slight chuckle arose from the corner. "I remember the days when a certain someone had a good enough sum of energy and body heat to do the same, don't you?"

Looking up into her father's eyes, she just shrugged. "Snowshoe-wise or snowball-wise, it's impolite and illogical. That's why I'm complaining. You know she won't wipe the water and snow remnants away, and Okaa-san will be busy with dinner and then who gets to clean? Me. It's always me."

Chuckling again, he turned another page in the pamphlet he was reading. "Like caution, even logic may sometimes deserve to be thrown out the window at the expense of enjoyment." Her father paused, relishing the look in her eyes. "That's the most you've said in the past three days, Yuki. Let your mother and sister duke the cleaning out then. Time your bath at the exact same moment that they decide the floor needs a washing."

Yuki smirked. Anyone could tell where Ayako's bratty ways came from. It was obvious as soon as he chuckled. With his mildly controlled, but well-known to be crazy onyx hair, his large frame and dark brown eyes that seemed to sparkle as soon as he suggested the tiniest bit of rebellion, her father seemed to reveal a part of his pranking past back when he was the younger Morine Hideo. Behaviorally, it would appear her parents continued to be polar opposites. They must have been ironically attracted to each other.

As Yuki was about to walk away, she realized she wanted to ask her father a question. "Otou-san?"

"Hrm, yes, my awfully talkative version of Yuki?" She resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

"A boy did something weird today." She attempted to demonstrate how he moved the snowball. "It was going to hit Ayako in the face-"

"Weird of you to let that one go~" He called out. "Thought you'd let it hit her in the face~"

Yuki ignored the jabs at her past behaviors in which she'd let Ayako trip and fall just to spite her and continued.

"—and he came out of nowhere – it seemed – and did that motion I just made. The ball seemed to literally fly away with a good amount of force, too. Do you know how he did it, or what it even is?"

Her father sat back and lifted a bit of his mouth, seeming to have bitten his bottom lip in thought. "Hmm, a misdirection technique of sorts, perhaps?"

Yuki turned her head to the side, not understanding the use of the term in reference to its previous existence in her lexicon. "A what?"

"Misdirection. It's a basketball technique very few players use. It's truthfully a fanciful term used to describe intricate passing; I guess you could call it that. You have to be extremely attentive to watch where the ball is located and whom to pass it to. You're saying a boy did that? One of the ones Ayako is always playing with?"

She shook her head from side-to-side. "Well, no, but I suppose, yes? I mean, he was there, but he wasn't Ayako's age. If anything, he was around mine. And he 'misguided' it, I think. But with a snowball. And of course, he wasn't passing to anyone. It was a really weird experience. He almost reminded me of a ghost? A spectral spirit of snow."

He chuckled again, appreciating his daughter's wide berth of linguistic descriptions. "You should go out with Ayako more often. I'm sure the outdoors would provide plenty more of those 'weird' experiences. Maybe you'll see even more of those 'ghost'-like figures that we call humans."

Yuki groaned and walked away. "That's not funny, and you know it!"

Walking to her bedroom, she realized what the growing dread was that seemed to build in intensity the longer she talked to her father: Ayako had gotten to the bathroom before she could. Meaning: her mother planned to have her clean up Ayako's mess.

"She's insane, I tell you! I'm going to eventually go crazy dealing with the nonsense this girl ensures will happen."

Behind the door, Ayako was actually waiting for this moment of victory just to hear Yuki groan and smiled. "Me: two; Unnie: zero!" A fist raised in the air - ultimately a watered-down veni, vidi, vici moment for the girl.

After being ushered to clean the walkway with her father mocking her the entire time for taking too long to walk up the stairs – as if she were that slow! – she took her bath. Her vast array of soaps were covered in bubbles thanks to a certain eccentric child, the towels damp. 'Tch, totally annoying. Next time, Ayako, I'll get the bath first. Next time.'

After the 'Not as Amazing as Expected' bath, Yuki went to her room – her haven – and began to research on her family-shared laptop. Not just any research, but sports-related inquiries that peaked her interest. She was going to learn this holiday season – whether it killed her or not – on how to play a sport she'd never even wondered about until now: basketball.

Maybe then, and only then, would she get to meet that mysterious boy with the bizarre ability again.

A/N: So, naturally, this chapter features a more familial view of Yuki. It's to help characterize and build up the dynamics of the family, more so her father and sister. When I initially wrote this chapter, I was very much so into K-dramas (as I am now), and I wanted to introduce some of the linguistic details of the language into my work. Honorifics, on the other hand, are something very foreign to me. However, I hope to work those into the story to keep it more accurate to the Japanese language as a whole.