Disclaimer: I don't own InuYasha or Kuroko no Basuke, but it's obvious isn't it? I mean, I definitely wouldn't be writing fanfiction if I owned them right?
Summary: Kagome didn't expect to find out that she had a hidden talent for this basketball thing. Nor did she expect the amount of attention this said talent would garner her from basketball-obsessed guys!
Slam Dunk!
Chapter Three
"So Shin-chan, why do you think he invited you and the others to come and witness this game?" Takao Kazunari asked, looking over at his friend sitting beside him.
Though he wasn't the only one, seeing as the green-haired shoot-guard of Shūtoku High had once again brought his lucky item of the day with him; said lucky item being a life-sized figure of Sailor Moon.
Being used to the strange obsession his teammate had with Oh-Asa, and the strange items he brought so he wasn't bothered after the first moment he laid eyes upon it. The same couldn't be said for everyone else around them during the trip to Seirin's gym, much to Takao.
Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his bandaged fingers, Shintarō Midorima glanced up from the court to meet his eyes briefly. "He believed that there was something worth seeing, or at least that was what I understand from his message…Akashi wouldn't gather all of us here for no reason."
Humming thoughtfully, the Point Guard's gunmetal blue eyes began to roam around the room in search of others that should show up sooner or later. Looking towards the stairs leading up into the stands, they widened and seemed to gain a few stars. Immediately standing up from his chair, the dark-haired boy waved his hand above his head excitedly.
"KASAMATSU-SENPAI!" startling a few people around them – Shintarō included – Kazunari continued to make as much noise as possible over others to gain Kaijō High's Point-Guard's attention.
Said point-guard looked extremely annoyed, and as Shintarō looked to the person behind him, he immediately knew why.
"Oh, look! Midorimacchi is here!" standing behind the third-year, was Kaijō High's ace player – his former teammate and one of the banes of his existence, Ryōta Kise.
Looking down at her jersey, Kagome noted that it did fit her perfectly well. Loose enough to not restrict her movements, and yet tight enough to prevent the same thing. Sitting on the bench, she waited along with the rest of the girls for the time they would be going out on to the court.
Glancing over at some of them, she noticed that they were nervous to varying degrees. Even she, to some degree was nervous though she wasn't going to allow it to get in her way of doing what she had to do. Being as it was her first time playing in an actual game, she had no idea of how well she would do or if she would actually be able to make any kind of difference overall.
"Alright guys, it's almost time to get this show on the road!" everyone jumped as the voice of the Team Captain pierced through the murmurs that filled the locker room.
Immediately, they all straightened in their seats and their eyes were on the brown-haired girl smirked and looked at them all with determined eyes.
"I know that everyone is nervous and I don't blame you! This day, isn't one that many even thought we would ever reach…but we're here." Her lips curled at the edges in a small frown.
"We have all worked hard to get here, and through teamwork and practice, we've managed to make it to the finals!" Clenching her fist, she locked eyes with all of them.
"To those people outside and Seirin, our team is nothing more than a joke when compared to the others due to our abysmal track record, but we're a different now…so tonight, we're going to go out there and show them that there is a reason Rakuzan is known as the top school in Japan and take home the trophy where the Boys' failed!" with that said, the other girls cheered as Suzumiya grinned excitedly.
'She certainly knows how to get the crowd going I guess…' Kagome could only shake her head with a small smile.
Pushing herself up from her seat as they all began to file out of the locker room. Kagome was suddenly pulled to a stop when Yukiko grabbed her arm. Blinking slowly in surprise down at the hand on her arm, she turned her head to look up at the slightly taller girl.
When she saw the completely serious look that was on the girl's face, so very different from the usual smirk or grin that usually took residence on her face.
"Taichou?" the temporary player questioned hesitantly, before she getting cut off by the other girl.
"For now until I say so, you'll be sitting on the bench Higurashi."
Kagome definitely wasn't expecting that; not that it was too shocking. She was a temporary player after all, but if that was so, then why did the Captain even bother bringing her?
Seeing the obvious want for answers for the other girl's sudden decision to bench her, Yukiko only smiled. "In the meantime, I need you to just watch the game and then when it's time I will bring you in." Nodding her head, Yukiko patted her on the shoulder before leaving. Just as she was almost out of sight, she waved a hand over her shoulder.
Waiting until the other girl was gone; Kagome sighed and shook her head before following her.
Hopefully whatever the Captain was cooking up in that mind of hers worked. Otherwise, Kagome was going to regret ever deciding to help them.
'I just hope that everything goes well.'
Daiki Aomine scowled as his childhood friend/babysitter and manager of Tōō Academy's Boys' Basketball team, Satsuki Momoi, pretty much dragged into Seirin's High School's gym. He, not for the first time that evening, wandered why exactly he had to come and watch a Girls' Basketball game when he could be doing something more worthwhile with his time.
"Come on Dai-chan, Akashi-kun expected us here thirty minutes ago!" the pink-haired girl scolded him, narrowing her similar colored eyes at him with a frown.
The ganguro only scoffed, running his fingers through his cropped navy blue hair. To him, the situation was nothing but a waste of time, and despite his inherent fear of the former (yet very much still the) leader of the Generation of Miracles. He really questioned the need the scissor-wielding redhead had for all of them to watch this game.
"Yeah, yeah…I still don't understand why we had to come here in the first place." He grumbled, ignoring the small glare Momoi sent his way.
Her reason for showing up was pretty obvious; if Akashi had called all the Generation of Miracles, then Tetsu would be there. Seeing as the pink-haired girl claims herself as the phantom player's girlfriend, she would never pass up the chance to spend some time with him.
Whether she truly cared about the game occurring or not was unknown to him.
Sighing, he allowed her to continue pulling him through the doors of the gym, just in time for a crowd-wide gasp to fill the air. Raising a brow, Aomine looked towards the court just in time for his own eyes to widen in shock.
The sight before him was something he could honestly say he had never seen before that moment.
Word Count: 1,190
Ganguro: is a reference to alternative fashion trend among young Japanese women that started in the mid-1900s, distinguished by a dark tan and contrasting make-up liberally applied by fashionistas. In Aomine's case, it's used as a jab at his skin, which is darker than every other character in the series, which Momoi uses often when he puts his foot in his mouth.
Akashi-san: Seeing as Midorima respects Akashi, for some reason I see him referring to him with the san suffix; just as I can see him using the same suffix with Kuroko. As for the rest of the Generation of Miracles…I can only see him referring to them by just their names without suffixes…that or "you" – depending on who he's talking to. XD [Edited, 9/2/2014: So I've been corrected on this by a reviewer and changed it accordingly]
A/N: Okay, I stand corrected; a Girls' Basketball team is a thing in canon! I'm not sure which school, but they existed according to a reviewer. But for the sake of my story – which was sadly lacking of canon Girls' teams, this is happening a little after the end of the Boys' team's finals. Just to give everything some space.