Chapter 2: Generation of what?

It was now lunch time, and the team and I were all sitting on the roof eating lunch together. I try to pay attention to Riko-senpai who was filling me in on everything I had missed the first day, but I can't stop watching Kagami-kun from devouring a stack of sandwiches.

"...they're strong. So that's why we need to train harder than ever if we want to see ourselves at the Inter-High," she finishes, as she wraps up her conversation about the Generation of Miracles.

Looking at Kuroko-kun, I look at him with much more respect than I did so before. Even though he wasn't loosely speaking part of the 5, his talent was far too great to overlook. Kuroko-kun was the type of man I looked up to.

Walking towards him, I place my hand firmly on top of his blue hair. Gently rubbing the smooth texture, he looks at me with a blank expression.

"Wow, I can feel the power!" I exclaim, as I usher for everyone to touch Kuroko-kun. Reluctantly, they all do so.

Hyuuga- "I...I don't feel anything."

Izuki- "He's warm."

Mitobe- "..."

Riko- "What what conditioner could he be using?!"

Kagami- "With this, I'll beat the Generation of Miracles!"

Now after school, I walk down the hall by myself until I notice a tall, red head up ahead. Kagami-kun. Walking faster, I catch up to the tall man and begin walking beside him.

"Kaga-kun?" I say, as I decide to give the man a nickname.

"Damnit, yer' just like Kuro- Hey! Don't call me that," he growls, as he tosses his bag over his shoulder.

"Sorry, Kaga-kun," I say again, as I throw him an innocent smile.

He's about to yell at me but stops when he see's the look on my face.

"What do you want?"

"How far is Touou from here?"

"Hm? Touou, why?"

"I need to visit someone."

"Not that far. Probably 10 minutes."

Good, I could get there in no time.

Thanking Kagami-kun, him and I were about to part before I give him some friendly advice.

"You should smile more often, Kaga-kun. I'm sure the girls would love you more," I laugh, as I nod towards his apparent scowl. Flustered, he opens his mouth to speak but I finish his sentence for him.

"Basketball's all I need, right?"

He gives me another scowl but I only take it as a smile. Jogging to my locker, I quickly change my shoes so i could get to Touou in time.

But as I open up my locker, a few white, folded pieces of paper tumble down. Were these love letters?! Already? This was the first time this had happened to me but I didn't think this type of stuff actually happened!

No time to read the letters, I place them in my bag before jolting out of the school.

Bursting into the gym of Touou, it's it's absolutely empty. Really? I assumed thought that the very least there'd be a few stragglers practicing after school. Or was Touou that great?

All by myself, I find no shame in looking down at my breasts and cupping them gently.

"They hurt so much," I mumble to myself, as I begin to feel the aftermaths of practicing without them bandaged up.

Behind me, I suddenly hear someone clear their throat. Knowing that soft, light voice from anywhere, I turn around, my hands still cupped around my breasts.

"Satsu-chan! I've been looking-"

Slowly and scarcely, my hands drop down to the sides of my body. There Satsu-chan was, with the whole team of Touou right behind her, all watching my little display at what they would think of to be my little attempt at some self pleasure.

Burning hot red, I grab my cousins arm and bolt towards the other side of the gym.

"Yuki-chan, what're-"

"What am I? You hid my bandages! I had to do practice without them. Now my chest really hurts," I whine helplessly, as I cling onto my cousin.

"Then why didn't you just bandage them?"

"Satsu-chan, you took them. How could I when-"

"I hid them. Didn't you read the note? I knew you'd really need them so I told you to check the back pocket of your shorts," she says, as she gives me an incredulous look. Dumping my bag on the ground, I dig around my bag for Satsu-chan's note. Instead, I get confused with all the other one's that accompany hers in the bag. Seeing this, Satsu-chan kneels down and begins to read and unfold the pieces of paper.

"When you ran, it reminded me of two basketballs jumping up and down. I think I'll join the team next year," she reads out loud.

Freezing, I snatch the note from her hand and read it myself.

"Kidding!" she jokes, as she sticks her tongue at me. This was no laughing matter!

She stands back up and looks behind her shoulder, seeing all the boys waiting for her.

"Yuki-chan, go home. I'll be here for a while, so we'll talk then, okay?"

I wave goodbye to my cousin, as I watch her beautifully long, pink hair sway from left to right. Nearly caught in a trance, I quickly gather the notes into my hand and decide to read them on the way home.

Exiting the gym, I one by one begin to unfold the pieces of paper.

"We should really go on a date."

"I think you're really cute and I would love to go to the movies with you!"

"Would it be okay if I introduced you to my parents and told them you were my girlfriend so they'd stop calling me a deadbeat?"

Flattered at all the notes, I finally get to the one Satsu-chan had written. I nearly collapse as I realize in shame that throughout all the rambling, she indeed mentioned that the wrappings were in the back pocket.

Now in a bad mood, all I wanted to do was go home and drown myself in the tub.

But as I look up from my notes, I notice that my surroundings don't look familiar to me and I had no clue as to which way to go.

Pulling out my phone, I text Satsu-chan, hoping that throughout the break she'd go to her phone and check her messages.

Other than that, I had no one to go to. So instead, I went to the nearby basketball cage and decided to practice until Satsu-chan got back to me. Pulling out a spare ball from my bag, I toss it to the side and work on my lay ups and dunks, ignoring the pain in my chest. I had to get better if I was going to play with the Seirin boys. I couldn't just talk about the Championship League to them and come up dry at the Inter-High.

First, I try different methods of jumping to see which of the two would increase my height jump. Finally picking one, I dribble the ball from hand to hand and mentally picture someone big like Kagami-kun in front of me. I bounce the ball quickly at an angle from in between his legs. As Kagami-kun would turn to look at the ball coming into to his left, he'd anticipate me coming from that way as well considering the ball would be in a closer reach. But instead, I'd go to his right and watch as he'd turn around, looking for my body that'd be naturally right behind his. Given that moment of distraction, I'd steel the ball and with my uncanny speed, run to the hoop.

Throwing the ball in with a lay up, I make no attempt to catch it as it falls through. Instead, I stand there quietly, thinking about the lay up I had just done. Anyone on the Seirin team could stop it. My jumps were too weak.

Suddenly, I watch as my lucky ball, gifted by my grandfather, had made it's way into the arms of a huge, tanned man. He goes in for a lay up, his jump outstandingly high and with little to no effort. I stare up at him in awe, it was almost as if he had wings on his back.

Too occupied with the magic I had just witnessed, I was right in the tanned man's way as gravity was pulling his body back down. Not even with my sharpness could I avoid his body. Unfortunately, his body crashes down and pins my much smaller frame beneath him.

Cracking an eye open, I go red as I realize as to how close his face was to mine.

"You look like someone I know," he says, as he begins to climb off of me. He helps me up, as he walks away to grab the ball.

Smoothing out my skirt, I look up just in time to catch the ball. I watch as he turns and begins to leave, but I quickly stop him.

"Th-That was really amazing. C-Can you please help me-"

"Sorry, sweetheart. But a woman as fragile as you should just stick to coaching," he stops to say, not bothering to even say it to my face.

Dribbling the ball in between my legs, I may or may have not made a mistake when I challenge him to a one on one.

"Normally, I wouldn't accept because you're a girl and all, but I can't refuse since it is coming from one," he says, a deadly smirk beginning to creep on his face. And then I see it. That glint in his eyes. Something I rarely saw in players but whoever had it, always proved to be a monster at the game.

"My name is Aisaka Yukari, it's a pleasure to meet you," I introduce, as I stand in the middle of the half court line.

"Aomine Daiki. I don't have time to waste. 1 basket says it all. I can't say I'll go easy on ya'," he mutters, his amusement and passion for the game nowhere to be seen. And for some reason, this frightened me. A man who played basketball with no love for it wasn't a player at all. He was a monster.

Aomine-kun towers over me, his stature intimidating at first. But now as I realize that he had no passion, it was the same as playing basketball against a puppet. At first they were dead. But with the right strings pulled, they could come to life.

I once again picture the scenario in my head from earlier. But instead of Kagami-kun standing in front of me, it's Aomine-kun. I haven't played with this man before, so I'm not aware as to how his skills match up to mine. But given from his earlier lay up, he was a force to be reckoned with.

And I didn't want to stick around much longer because if given the right chance, this man would destroy me. In one on one, I think of the quickest way to get past him and score. There was one thing I already knew for sure about Aomine-kun. If it was a foot race to the ball, he wouldn't stand a chance against me.

Dribbling from left to right, I rock my hips as well, noticing from a young age that this was a key reason as to why my body could move so lightly and quickly. No man who had played basketball that I'd seen could move their hips accordingly.

I watch as Aomine-kun glances down at my hips, a small grin appearing on his lips. This was common for all males to do at first. It looked as if I was dancing and only the stupid would fall for it as a distraction. There was also another thing I knew about Aomine-kun. He was far from stupid.

"Come on sweetheart. Don't think yer' good looks will be enough to distract me," he laughs, as he catches on to what he thinks to be as a pathetic attempt of it.

Dribbling the ball from left to right, I fake a pass from in between his legs and instead go to throw the ball from behind my back. But I make a mistake and forget to count in that his arms were long, so reaching to knock the ball from behind me was easy for him. Plus, with my small hands, gripping the ball in one hand wasn't ever so easy. A key factor as to why I couldn't dunk or do a lay up. The ball always slipped.

Shocked, I watch as he snatches the ball from me and I know then it's over. All he had to do was shoot, because there was no way I could jump and deflect it. But instead of shooting right there and then, Aomine-kun mocks me as he begins to run towards the hoop for what it looked to be a dunk.

Almost smiling, I once again use my hips to turn and go after him. Maybe Aomine-kun was a little stupid in the sense that he over estimated my speed. I catch up to him with ease and once I appear beside him, he glances at me with a shocked expression. Slapping the ball into my hands, I know that if I dribbled down the court, Aomine-kun could easily catch up to me. That was a downside to my strength of being able to run so quickly. That could only happen if the ball wasn't in my possession. But, it also proved to be an upside.

I expect Aomine-kun to just once again reach around and slap it back into his hands, so instead of dribbling, I whip the ball down the court and look over towards Aomine-kun, almost in a challenging way. Seeing this, he immediately begins to run towards the ball. This time, it was my turn to mock him. I stay motionless for a couple of seconds, giving him a head start. And then, just like a switch being turned on, I kick it into high gear and whiz right pass the tall, tanned man, grabbing the ball off the ground. Since I had caught the ball right underneath the hoop, all I had to do was toss it in. And I did. 1 basket had indeed said it all.

Aomine-kun stares at me, his face unreadable. That deathly presence from before completely vanished. What was once a tall, intimidating man now stood a helpless, poor child.

But my win today, if anyone could call it that, was only because of sheer luck. Aomine-kun was far more superior than me in almost every way. He could jump higher, dunk, steel the ball from me like child's play. But today, I was lucky. All because Aomine-kun had underestimated me from the beginning. He should of stuck to what he knew than to go on ahead and run for it. That was one weakness when it came to all males when they played against myself. As long as they doubted me, they'd stand no chance of scoring.

"Ao-"

Suddenly, I hear the buzz of my phone go off in my bag. Jogging towards it, I flip the device open and find 2 missed calls and 1 new message. Opening the message, it was from no other than Satsu-chan.

"Where are you? I called you twice! Your brothers phoned asking if they could talk to you so I told them you went out to play and then they yelled at me for letting you go by yourself. If you're lost, here's the directions again. I'm really worried!"

A frown plays my lips as I realize that I've upset my already worrisome cousin. Clenching my phone, I quickly zip up my bag and decide to run home.

"Yukari?" says a timid voice from behind. Startled for a moment, it was strange to hear someone call me by my full name. Everyone found it easier to just call me "Yuki". It was even stranger hearing it from Aomine-kun for some reason.

Looking over my shoulder, I see a nervous Aomine-kun scratching the back of his head.

"Eh? Oh! Please forgive me. Thank you for the game!" I say kindly, as I give him a warm smile before bowing down.

But this only causes him to grow flustered and even more nervous. What happened to the cold hearten man a few moments ago?

"I I was wondering if you wanted to grab a bite to eat?" he asks, as he spins the ball around on his index finger, hiding his face.

Was Aomine-kun asking me out?

Suddenly my cell phone comes to life. Flipping it open and holding it up to my ear, I nearly drop it when I hear Satsu-chan yelling on the other end.

"Sa-"

"GET HOME NOW!"

She hangs up, not letting me say another word. Frightened as to what her wrath would be when I got home, I quickly grab my bag in panic.

"Was that your boyfriend?" asks Aomine-kun, as he suddenly stops the ball from spinning.

Giving him an incredulous look, I awkwardly pat him on the chest since he was much too tall to rub his hair like Kuroko-kun's. I couldn't help but wonder if it was as silky as his.

"What an interesting man you are," I muse, as my voice grows serious. Looking up into Aomine-kun's eyes, I saw a lot of strange things. The determination but yet the lack of will power. The passion, but the lack of presence. Whatever asset I saw in a true basketball player, Aomine-kun had it, but there was something there as well to contradict it. Aomine-kun was not one, but two individual players. Both equally scary.

I'm startled once again as I hear my phone go off.

"Hell-"

"WHERE ARE YOU? I SAID-"

Ending the call this time myself, I tell Aomine-kun that I'd love to go with him but I had to head home now.

As I bolt out of the basketball cage, I hear Aomine-kun call out my name again and say something. But at that moment, all I could think of was Satsu-chan. I knew exactly how she'd punish me. With her cooking.