"Misaki!" The whole team screeched, along with some fangirls in the back of the gym.
"Uh... sorry about that." Misaki apologized to the male, letting his knee go. It seemed uncomfortable to him. "I don't like it when people try to hurt each other, like any normal person does."
The poor guy was speechless. Of course, that's natural. It takes a lot of strength to stop a man that was at least two hundred pounds that's falling. It was only-once again-natural that anyone would be starstruck at the idea.
And a girl was on a whole new level to people that don't know Misaki.
Well, that's what you get when you're sexist. A butt-load of surprises. Those idiots.
"What quarter is it?" Misaki asked the team.
"We're almost done with the second." Minga answered, glaring at the person who tried to knee him in the back. With a guy that has the looks of the devil (Misaki had called him Sasuke Uchiha when she first met him because of the resemblance), it's pretty scary to be glared at. Except to Crystal. That girl has nerves of steel.
"I'll be on the bench, have fun with the rest of the second half." Misaki waved her team, turned, and walked to the first years and her family.
"I take it that the game was a fake." Crystal stated, making it sound like a fact than a question. She wasn't looking at Misaki, preferring to watch the game to find what they needed to improve on. Misaki was watching, taking note that they all looked worn out. It looked like they had gotten beaten up with all of the bruises covering their arms and legs. She clenched her fists before answering.
"Yeah, but I won't be here for them all the time for them. They need to know how to deal without me. I just chose the wrong team for them to play without me. I already planned on jumping in the third half." She turned to look at the captain of the other team. "I'm gonna talk to him. I'll be back before the break."
"Hey." She greeted the captain. She knew about his reputation, but didn't care about it. Uncrowned Kings are nothing in her book. Not when there were real stars back in the US. She met them, and they were nice people off the court. They showed no mercy on the court, though. She played Lebron James, lost to him, and finally knew what true loss was. This guy only lost to her cousin, but he was basically on par with the players back home.
"Hmm? Was a certain team so scared that they had to send a little girl over." He smirked, waiting for the reaction that he thought was coming.
"Nah, I came here on my own accord. I just wanted to talk. I didn't know that it was a crime." Misaki talked all nonchalant, as if she wasn't talking to the coach and captain that was hurting her team. As if she didn't want to beat the crap out of the teen in front of her.
"What did you want to 'talk' about?"
"I'm not going to yell at you; just warn you."
"Pfft. HAHA!" Hanamiya laughed his usual laugh. "What could a little girl want to warn me?"
"That I'll kick your butt for the rest of the game."
And the buzzer rang through the air. Misaki left rest of Kirisaki, smirking when one of the team members asked his captain the question that amused her to no end.
"Did she just that she was going to kick our butt?"