Here's an awesome Omake... I hope that makes up for my lack of updates! Editing is harder than I thought...sorry!

Omake: It All Started with Stomach Cramps

Even Hazuki wasn't exactly sure how it came to this.

She was an intelligent person. Living with the biggest goofball and plotter in the world tends do that to you. You learn to be open to all of the possibilities in the world and anything impossible as well that is miles away from the average human thinking. You grow up to be a couple steps further from the flow of thinking which makes you... somewhat... er, visibly random, but smart.

But what happened today was beyond testing her limits. And to think it started with stomach cramps.

Class 1-B

3:20 PM

Ugh... Hazuki glanced at the clock, groggily watching the hand of the clock tick slowly. Her head

had been feeling dizzy and heavy all afternoon, and her stomach also was beginning to pulse with pain. What was going on? She felt her head. No fever as far as she could tell... could it be...?

Don't tell me...

...Am I hungry?

She shuffled as quietly as she could over the teacher's droning and slipped out a thin plastic package from the desk, used only for emergencies. But unfortunately, the choice of foods in their were based on a mix of her brother's preferences (insistent suggestions to be exact) and not just her own, so it was a matter of luck.

Well. This was an interesting combination.

(5 smuggled dried squids and a mint later...)

...Apparently not.

Hazuki twitched at the pain in her stomach. She carefully positioned her textbook so it covered a big part of her desk and face. Then she held a pencil and lied her head down so it looked like she was taking notes.

"Whewawheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..." A ghost like whistle pierced around the room.

"Waugh!"

The class were shocked out of their sleepy state immediately. Even Kuroko flinched slightly out of his trance.

What the hell was that! Kagami thought with irritation.

"Wha―what was that?" Their steadily balding math teacher shouted. He adjusted his glasses and glared for the source that disrupted his beautiful lesson.
Uh oh... need to get up―

"Hrmph, well no matter what that was, it seems to have woken every individual that dared to sleep in my class... it looks like I have to give you homework times threefold today!"

Oh dear, looks like Kagami will have start his homework early in Maji Burger... body feels heavy...

The class of course began groaning and complaining.

"What!?"
"That's not fair!"

"Well, then who told you to sleep in this class!? Hrm..? FUJIDANA!"

"...Erm? Ack!" She slipped from her desk and caught the side of it just in time to save herself from a nasty fall.

"HOW DARE YOU SLEEP IN MY CLASS!"

"...Er...actually―"

"GET UP THIS INSTANT AND DO THIS PROBLEM ON THE BOARD! THEN MAYBE I'LL RECONSIDER TRIPLING THE HOMEWORK!" With a few sharp and powdery strokes, he wrote a math problem... that would appear in their 2nd year.

"..." Hazuki stared upside down at the blackboard.

"Well, I guess that's that... I see everyone is getting quadrupled the homework amount―"

"NO!" Several students chorused.

"K=4"

Silence echoed in the room.

"...Am I wrong?"

"SPUH! How did you get that!?"

"Er, well I added the exponents and―"

"Get up to the board and do the work!"

"..."

Hazuki struggled to get up quickly enough for the teacher but slowly enough for the anemia rushing through her head from staying upside down for too long.

"Ugh," She muttered holding her head then spotted Kuroko looking at her with unusual concern. She waved as nonchalantly as she could before she lugged on.

3:27 PM... if she didn't hurry, the fate of her classmates were doomed. She scuffled as best as she could to the front of the classroom and raised her hand to write―

"SCREEEEEEEEEEEECHHHHHHHHH!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" screamed the class.

"WHAT KIND OF IDIOT WRITES WITH A MECHANICAL PENCIL ON THE BLACKBOARD!"

"...I'm sorry," She said distractedly. 3:29, she really had to hurry now.

With all her strength she picked up the chalk and began scribbling. 48 seconds...

Cha cha cha! A huge graph erupted over the board and discrete calculations consisting of long algebra sentences stringed over the board.

Now you cancel those variables... ouch! She almost stopped to clench her stomach. Hurry... 23 seconds...

Bam bam bam!
Hazuki circled the final answer then looked at the teacher. All the students clenched their hands worriedly. Their fate was in her hands.

"Well, well." He shook his head in amazement. "I must admit I wasn't expecting an answer at all. Very good. Very very good. I suppose I'll take back the tripled homework."

"WHOOOOOOOOOO!" Her classmates exploded in a flurry.

"I suppose just double the homework will suffice―"

BRIIIINNNNNGGGGGGGGGGG!

BAM BAM!

EEP! Hazuki yelled in her head at the most terrifying burst of people who were desperate for freedomouth the most horrific survival mode faces she had ever seen.

"BYE!"

"SEE YOU TOMORROW!"

"BYE SENSEI!"

"Thanks Fuji-chan, I'll treat you to something sometime!" The girl with the sharp delinquent looks shouted as the flow of the crowd pushed her back.

"See you!" The peppy and pretty girl from last time saluted. "Thank you for saving us!"

"AHHH! NOOOO! GET BACK HERE!"

Hazuki shivered, relieved that the unexpected stampede was over. She dragged over to her desk and sank into the desk.

"That was pretty amazing," Kagami said, unusually impressed, (who stayed behind as soon as he saw the teacher chasing the crowd.)

"Fanks," She mumbled. "I exhausted my resources."

"Are you alright Fujidana-san?" Kuroko asked.

She raised a hand limply then dropped it on the desk, "If you guys leave now, he might not catch you. Go ahead, I'll be in the gym in a few minutes."

"Alright," Kagami gathered his things and being the bakagami he was, he didn't bother to ask about Hazuki's condition. "See you in a few minutes."

Kuroko patiently waited by Hazuki's desk. She turned her head to face him.

"It's fine, Kuroko-kun. I'll be there soon,"

He gave her a slightly doubtful look. She waved. Wordlessly, Kuroko gathered up her things and put them in her bag. Then to her slight surprise, he patted her gently on the head.

"If you really feel sick, I'll tell coach that you can't come to practice."

Hazuki immediately sat upright. Not possible. She couldn't afford to miss a single day of practice, especially after seeing the performance of one of the Generation of Miracles. If the Generation of Miracles were evolving as quickly as Kuroko said, she could only imagine what the Crownless Generals' growth would be as a more experienced generation.

"Healed," She saluted, then got up and scuttled off to the door and paused. A few seconds later she scrambled back and took the bag with her head bowed to hastily cover her blushing face.

"Thank you very much." She bowed lower.

When she finally got back the door, she beckoned with her head and shuffled back in the corridor like nothing happened.

Kuroko stared for a moment then a small smile slipped onto his face.

Seirin Gym:

"And today we will be doing marathon training!" Riko announced. "We'll be running around the school, behind the baseball court, in the courtyard, then back around the school again―"

Seirin all groaned.

"Let's double it then, since I see how you all just love training!"

"LET'S...let's GO SEIRIN!" Hyuuga shakily shouted.

"Yeah, training!" Koganei sobbed.

Dou―Doubling? Can I make it through this day alive?

Hazuki made a fistpump. Probably.

Not.

Hazuki groggily crouched at the curb with her head spinning, clutching her sides. The pain is getting worse, she thought. And to think that I was in the lead in the beginning...

She glanced at the clock on the other side of the road. Hopefully it will be awhile before anyone comes, she shuddered slightly. Triple the training would be the definite end of her sense of well-being.

She began to zone herself so she couldn't feel the slight spring chill that was blowing by her. I feel nothing... I feel nothing... I feel nothing... I feel nothing... I'm an unfeeling stone that doesn't feel any...

Ow, she thought as she saw a tiny purple bud out of the wisteria vines across the street. It looked lonely, wrapped in a wilderness with no companion around a arbor. Fujidana.

How ironic. Wistera means a heart to endure loss.

What would have been like to have been born with my real given name instead of something that was just made up?

Kiyoshi Hazuki? What should have felt natural to her felt foreign, like someone from another person's life.

"...I should run some more."

As soon as she stood up, she staggered drunkily then saw red. Dark crimson splatters stained the pavement, like some apparition from a nightmare. Blood...

Blood. So. I'm having my period, she clenched her stomach as she sank back down. All she could do was hope that no one would pass her by and she could just disappear without anyone finding out.

Preferably for a long time so she could disappear without anyone finding her. Digging a long dark hole sounded quite nice as well. Peaceful. Hazuki felt like she could just go to sleep, and no one would find out, and it would be perfectly fine, but for now, her head buried in her knees would suffice.

"Whewwheeeeeeeee," She whistled.

"Fujidana-san?"

Hazuki lifted her head and blinked at the familiar blue haired and blue eyed phantom player of their team.

"Are you alright?"

Another blink.

"Can you stand up?"

"...Er...wait, what?" She tried to feign ignorance. Please, I don't mean anything, but please, go away.

Go away. Please. Anyone would be disgusted of this. Go away.

"Can you stand up?"

"...Ye-yes. Yes." Please don't come near me. No. Don't come...

Hazuki stood up slowly, hoping Kuroko wasn't doing his usual people-watching.

Go away. I don't want anyone to see.

Kuroko's eyes widened when he saw the blood staining the pavement.

"Are you hurt?"

"...Er...that's..."

"I'll get coach."

"!"

People whispering. Pointing in hushed voices. The side glances. Their stares.

"That's...wait. Wait!" She tugged on his sleeve. "Kuroko-kun, that..."

"I'm not hurt," She said quietly. "It's just... my period."

Kuroko blinked.

Hazuki curled back into a ball then stared at Kuroko, her eyes monotone.

Could I just disappear now? Before anyone else knows.

People whispering. Pointing in hushed voices. The side glances. Their stares. And now they're all edging onto her, laughing and screaming in mirth.

Hazuki turned pale, her mind in chaos. Would the basketball team look at her like that? When any people found out, wouldn't they laugh at her? She didn't hate people. She hated the feeling of people surrounding, turning towards her, and leaving her no space to run. Just like four years ago.

Kuroko wordlessly knelt and put his sports jacket over her shoulders.

"Don't worry," He said softly.

Then he put his hand behind her back and underneath her legs and...

Was this the infamous... princess carry!? (*Otaku switch on*)

Except...

"Um, Kuroko-kun?"

"Yes?"

"I'm... too heavy for you aren't I?"

"No you're not."

"Kuroko-kun, your arms are shaking."

"..."

"Pft!"

"...What is it?"

"Thank you."

Kuroko nodded silently.

Surprisingly, Kuroko did not drop her at all. She knew very clearly that he (pardon her rudeness), was not strong at all, and definitely the weakest guy in terms of strength of the team. Or maybe he was too gentlemanly to even drop her, even if his arms were going to break. This... certainly was different.

"We're almost at the end! GO SEIRIN!" Hyuuga shouted.

Uh. Oh.

"YEAH!" The rest of them shouted.

"These exercises are just brutal," Koganei huffed. "Aren't they Mitobe?"

Mitobe nodded wordlessly then blinked.

"Eh, what's wrong, Mitobe?"

He began running faster towards the school gate.

"Eh, Mitobe!?"

So much for not being found out.

"Eh, hi, Mitobe-senpai..."

He tilted his head in puzzlement and concern.

"Er, well this is..."

"EH!?" The team shouted.

One invisible boy. One cute junior. And one towering and anxious senpai.

A bridal style carry.

"What's going on here?" Tsuchida asked.

"Um...that's..."

"Kuroko, what's going on?"

"..."

"Er, I'd like to know why Kuroko's carrying Fujidana...in princess style?" Koganei raised his hand. "Hold on, or is it bridal style?"

"That's... that's..."

"Chigau! It's the hakobu sutairu..."*

"NOBODY CARES IZUKI!"

"What are you doing Kuroko? I didn't know you were the type to..."

Kagami never got to finish.

"What are all. Of. You. Doing?" A sweet voice asked.

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!

"ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" They all covered their ears in pain.

"I see a tripling session is necessary for this team who won't finish their schedules properly, huh!? HUH!?" Riko shouted.

"NOOOO!"

"Um, Coach, it's not their fault..." Hazuki raised her hand, feeling a sense of deja vu again.

"Eh? Fujidana-san?! What's going on?"

"Er...that's..."

Everyone's eyes trailed back to her.

"That's..."

"Oh, what's going here?" Takeda-sensei hobbled along with his cane.

"Takeda-sensei!" Riko and the students heads turned to their club's advisor.

"Am I interrupting something?"

"Oh nothing sensei, we were just talking about how Fujidana-san and Kuroko-kun were―"

An empty space stood exactly where the pair had been.

"They disappeared!"

"Ah! KUROKO!"

"They escaped using Kuroko's misdirection!"

"Where, where?!"

"There! There!"

"It appears that my misdirection didn't quite make up for my lack of speed."

"That's, that's not true Kuroko-kun. I think they're just..."

"Just?"

"―Too curious? Um. They're..."

"YOU'RE NOT GETTING AWAY!"

"Get them―"

"Stop!" Riko shouted. "You guys, STOP!"

"ARGH!" They launched themselves like rabid squirrels. "You're NOT GETTING AWAY!"

10 minutes later, in the infirmary:

"IDIOTS! ARE ALL OF YOU REALLY THAT IDIOTIC!?"

Wham! Wham! Wham! Wham!

"OW~" Hyuuga, Izuki, Koganei and Tsuchida collapsed on the floor from the brunt of her knuckle punch, clutching their heads.

"Um, Coach, it's okay, you don't need to―" Hazuki waved frantically to distract Riko from her victims, (well as much as she could confined to the infirmary bed).

"Need to?! Those idiots injured a girl on her period!"

"Er, Coach, I think Kuroko-kun was more injured out of anything―" She said, her face reddening slightly.

"I'm fine Fujidana-san."

"You... were tackled by four guys―"

"I survived."

"Kuroko-kun..."

"You idiots, go and sit in seiza!" Riko began resuming her dark aura and slapping her fist threatening into her palm. "And repent for the damage you've caused!"

"Yes..."

"NOT LOUD ENOUGH!" WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

The freshmen shuddered in the devil's aura of their coach.
"Remind me never, ever, to annoy our coach―" Fukuda shivered. "Otherwise, the training we've all endured would look like nothing next to it!"

Kagami shuddered as he looked at the bumps that the upperclassmen got.

"Anyways, are you alright Fujidana?" Kawahara asked.

"Ah, yes..." She nodded.

"Fujidana-san!" Riko shouted.

"Er, yes?"

Riko immediately gained onto her.

"From now on, we are starting a personal calendar for you."

Uh oh. Oh no. This wasn't good if her intuitions were correct.

"Yes. For your period."

A long silence stretched around the room for so long that Hazuki could feel the mental crickets chirping. The freshmen trio flinched and turned red, looking at the ceiling (basically anywhere but her). Tsuchida was doing the exact same. Mitobe looked at Hazuki sympathetically and patted her shoulder. Kagami was still distracted at the result of the coach's wrath, and was wincing at the remnants of the sempais.

"That's... that's―" She mumbled while shrinking down as far she could into the covers. Even before she could actually give a real response, she just decided to be resigned to her situation.

Yes. Being the sister of Kiyoshi Teppei has its merits of generally being unsurprised to change of events, but coming to Seirin might have been the biggest change of perspectives she had ever had. And to think it started with stomach cramps.

Well... I guess I should get used to it.

Does that work? I hope so... Please R/R...

*What Izuki said was, 'No! It's the carrying style...', but as usual he doesn't get to finish his words of course.