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Now that that's over with, might as well continue checking out clubs. Her face lit up with a small smile just thinking about what she may encounter. She walked passed tables that were focusing on indoor activities. No it wasn't as if she hated sewing or reading but, they're not something she would actually stay after class for. This club has to be something I will look forward too.

"Come on, join the track and field club! I'm sure you wouldn't mind working out, would you?"

"Ha, as if. It's better to join an actual sport rather than the track club."

Turning around, she noticed a surprising scene before her. At one of the many white tables was a short female who looked as if she was 4 feet tall next to a guy who looked at least twice her size. The girl was busy trying to recruit another person while the male was merely laughing at her antics. However, before she was able to leave, teal eyes met light orange.

She ran towards her with incredible speed that caused Haruko to take a step back, afraid of the girl actually knocking into her. "Hey, you with the pigtails!" She yelled in a shrill voice.

Knowing that it was too late to escape, she stayed in place and was thinking of polite ways to decline her offer. Her orange eyes locked onto the smaller girl's teal colored ones. Now that she's got a better look at her, she noticed her short orange hair and the lone ponytail on her right side, held up by a dark blue hair tie.

She coughs into her fist, fixing her sweater collar and holds out a white paper. "2nd year, Yamamoto Yumi." Her eyes focus on Haruko's, as if searching for something.

"Kobayama Haruko, 1st-

"1st year, yeah I know." She interrupts. "I know how many of the kids in this school look like and you," She stops mid sentence, circling around her form with scrutinizing eyes. "You don't look familiar at all, just like the rest of the 1st years." Yumi smiles cheekily up at her.

Haruko rubs her temples, already growing tired of talking. "Is there anything you-

"Join the Track and Field club."

Had she heard her correctly? This 2nd year who spent at least a few minutes surveying her, wants to recruit her? Only one thought came to mind, "Why?" And so she voiced it.

Yumi chuckles as if her question had an obvious answer. "Your build, you seem pretty fit for one." She answers, lifting her hand up to reveal three fingers. One of which she slowly brings down.

For one? Does that mean there are more reasons as to why she should join this club?

"You're tall, much taller than any normal person around here." A second finger comes down.

Well that was rude, sure she's tall but she doesn't have to point it out. She even added 'normal' in her sentence.

"Your calves." The last finger is slowly brought down.

"My what?" Haruko asks, puzzled by her third answer.

Yumi holds her chin, staring up at her with a grin on her face. "They're much more built and anyone can obviously tell how much you enjoy running."

She's got a keen eye, I'll give her that. With a sigh, Haruko answers the shorter girl. "Yeah but that was a long time ago. I don't do that anymore."

"Ah you're already underestimating the power of your new captain?" Her tone was both annoyed and…Was that surprise?

Haruko stares quizzically down at her. What did she mean?

With a small tsk, Yumi continues. "Judging from the state of your legs," She squats down which causes the taller girl to push down on her skirt, "You just ran…I'm a say for two hours about a day ago?"

A look of shock appears on her face. How did she know? That guess…It was too accurate. Before she could let a single word out however, a new voice joins in.

"Hey Yama-chan!" The mysterious person yells from across them, where the table was set out.

With a small blush, Yumi stands back up; an intense glare is sent back at the guy who had called her name. "Don't call me that! People might get the wrong idea! Also, can't you see I'm recruiting someone?!" She yells back, anger written all over her small form.

"It's not like anyone's paying attention, see?" He points over at where the long line for basketball is. "They're still waiting to play."

He sure was careless. Unlike Yumi, this person had gray eyes and light brown hair that was parted to his right.

"Well anyways," She hands Haruko the white paper, "Here's the registration form, first meeting will be held tomorrow on the field. Can't wait to see you there!"

"But wait I didn't…" Seeing that she wasn't paying any attention to her and instead was busy trying to throw punches at the taller male, she gave up. Lifting her wrist, she slides the white uniform sleeve down. Finding that it was already 4, she decides going home would be the best option.

"Nothing to do here anyways." Anyone could tell just how tired she was from today's events. Having already finished her strawberry pack, she tears open a blue packet.

"I agree."

She jumps at the soft voice that suddenly came from her left side. Her hand goes up to her chest, her heart was beating erratically. "Oh Kuroko-san, you surprised me…again." She mumbles the last part, looking away from him.

"We're in the same grade aren't we Kobayama-san?" He asks her, completely disregarding her last comment.

She stares with a lifted brow. "Yeah, why?"

He looks thoughtful for a moment. "No need for such formalities then." His blue orbs drift down to focus on what she was currently fumbling with.

Taking notice of his gaze, she pulls two pieces out of the completely destroyed packet. One of which she hands to the shorter of the two. "Would you like a piece Kuroko-kun? The flavor is blueberry I believe."

His expression was as usual, unreadable. It felt as if he was actually trying to find if she poisoned it or not. She herself could feel a cold sweat form on the back of her neck. Was she actually intimidated by him of all people?

As if reading her thoughts, he takes the piece from her hand before sliding it into his pocket. "Thank you, I'll be sure to repay your gratitude somehow."

She doesn't know whether to question him or try figuring out what he meant on her own. "There's no need for that but," A look of realization crosses her face as she stops mid sentence to pull something else out of her pocket, "If you really would like to repay me, mind helping me out here?"

He stares at the wrinkled and folded paper. Registration form he notices. "Which club are you interested in joining Kobayama-san?"

A frown slowly appears on her face at the question. "I'm not interested at all." She fails to catch the blank stare he sends her; one that was even blanker than his usual face.

"Then why did you pick one up? Wouldn't that be a waste of forms for other people who want to join?"

She waves a hand in front of her face. "That's the problem. I didn't pick one up, I was more or less forced to join." She grumbles, blowing a loose strand away from her face. "They said our first meeting is tomorrow."

Kuroko studies her form for a while. Though as much as she sounds annoyed, it doesn't seem as if she's entirely not interested in it, he notices. He doesn't miss the small smile that crosses her lips and the fact she said 'our' instead of their, it must mean something. "You should join."

Her rambling pauses as well as her feet. Since she's at least one step ahead of him, she can't help but turn back, surprised at his sudden answer on the subject. "Really, but why?" Surely he had a reason.

"You like the sport don't you? It doesn't seem like you hate it." He answers, voice flat and yet, full of joy. Or at least as much joy as Kuroko could show in his tone.

She stares at the wrinkled form in her hand; maybe joining isn't a bad idea after all. Speaking of sports, didn't he also try out for something? "Now that I think about it, how did your tryout for base-basketball go?" She quickly catches her mistake, hoping that he didn't catch the slip of her tongue.

His eyes look thoughtful for a moment as if thinking of an appropriate answer for her. "Never knew you could mix up baseball and basketball."

So he did catch it?

"Aside from that, it went well."

"Ah is that so? Good for you then." She answers happily, beginning her walk again.

"They spared no time in sending me to the third string though."

At her sudden pause, he stops walking, successfully not bumping into her back.

"You're okay with that?" She questions him, honestly confused with the nonchalant answer he gave her. She inclines her head to get a better view of him.

The boy in question stares up at her with an empty look. "Its fine isn't it? I just have to try harder." Maneuvering around her still form, he takes a few steps before turning back to face her. "Besides, I love basketball." A genuine smile appears on his face.

Just as she was about to answer, her eyes catch the brown roof of a familiar house. "Ah it seems we've already reached my house." She walks on ahead of him towards her house's steel gates. "Say, I didn't know you lived in the same direction as me."

"I don't."

She stares at him with an incredulous look. "Wait…So you walked in the same direction as me, even though you don't live anywhere near here?"

He nods at her shocked question, shifting his bag's position. "It seems I got carried away with talking to you, that I forgot I lived in the other direction."

The other direction, completely opposite from her own? He can't be serious.

Perhaps wanting to be home already, he turns and begins to walk. "Don't mind me Kobayama-san, it's merely a 20 minute walk. See you tomorrow." His voice is so calm and soft she has to strain her ears in order to hear him.

"Alright, get home safe Kuroko-kun!" She waves at his retreating form before slowly bringing her hand down to rest on her hip. He reminds me of someone. She snaps her fingers at suddenly remembering. He has the same spirit as him! Giggling softly, she walks into her house.

"Dinner will be ready in a few."

She waves at her mother who was busy setting up the table, continuing up the stairs until she reaches her room where she drops her bag, plopping herself down onto her bed. A content sigh leaves her lips as she brings the closest pillow to her chest. Today wasn't half bad, not at all.

Slowly darkness was catching up to her, it wasn't long before she fell asleep, completely skipping out on dinner because of it.

"Haruko! Dinner's ready!"

Or so she thought. With a small groan, she tumbles out of bed. Hissing at the cold wooden floor, she grabs her pajamas before taking a few hops to her restroom to change. Just as she's about to throw her jacket, her hand comes across two things, a blue packet and a folded paper.

"Nearly forgot," She places the two things on her sink, "Can't let you get more messed up than before."

"Haru-nee's talking to herself again~" A small voice drawls out playfully from her room.

The new voice surprises her greatly. Just how was she able to sneak in and out like that? "I was just cleaning."

"Yeah, yeah. I just came here to pick up your bento, or well, to finish it." Her little sister waves her off, tilting the pink box, causing the leftover food to fall into her open mouth.

"The least you could do is eat with chopsticks." She stares, slightly displeased by the sight.

The younger of the two wipes her mouth free from any rice that may have stuck to her face. "Be grateful. At least I finished it."

She sure was a brat even for an elementary student.

"Both of you get down here! Dinner was ready ten minutes ago!"

Hearing their mom's shouts and stomps, they stare at each other before shrugging their shoulders, laughing at the commotion.

"Race ya' downstairs!" Her little sister yells, having already taken off running.

"Sure." Though, she knew better than to anger her mom any further. With one last glance to the form, she closes the door.

This club better be worth it.

A/N

I hope you enjoyed the 2nd chapter of "Bizarre Contact". I tried my best to keep Kuroko in character and sorry for adding two extra characters. I hope they didn't distract from the story or anything. A picture of Yumi Yamamoto should be uploaded on my Deviantart. So please check that out, it would give you better visual of how she looks.

The Track and Field Club sounds pretty nice.

Anyways, please excuse any mistakes you have found. I'll be sure to rewrite this chapter when I have the time. Thanks for taking the time to read!

Inspirational Song – Fantastic Future

Performed By – Yukari Tamura (Piano Cover)

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