"Come on boys! Keep your head in the game! MOVE IT!" I scream at the top of my lungs. Yosen has been blazing through the Winter Cup quickly, not a single team has been trying hard enough to even push us. It was the game before the quarter finals and it was the game before Seirin. We were going to blow through them like wild fire if we had too. No one is going to break us.
"Himuro! Let's go! Pick up your feet! Quit slacking!" I clap my hands to the beat of their feet. Himuro jumps throwing his vanishing toss and lands it into the basket. The bell sounds and its the end.
"Yeah! We won!" The boys whoop and hollar. Murasakibara sits on the bench watching the game and stands up with some of the other bench warmers. They clap for the team who had just lost as they walk out of the place. I pick up my papers and walk with the boys to their locker room.
"Good job boys. You guys played hard today. Proud for you foot work Kenichi." I stare up at the tall captain of Yosen basketball team, Kenichi Okamura. He smiles down at me, his large hands clapping onto my head, it over powers me like Mukkun's does.
"And thank you coach! You really blow us away with each practice." He tells me, his hand stays on my head and i begin to smell all of the male oder.
"Oh god you all stink!" I scream and slam myself into Kensuke Fukui on accident to get away from him. "My bad Fukui. Anyway you boys worked your asses off and i have to give you credit. I'm proud of all of you. Even the lazy Murasakibara Atsushi." I smile at all of them. I begin to step out and Wei Liu steps his leg into the doorway so i couldn't get out. I look up to him. I hate being so short to all these boys. "Everything alright Liu?"
"We need to tell you something. All of us." He says and i step back from the door and turn around, i stare up to these tall giants who tower over me.
"Boys?" Kenichi says with a proud laugh and all of the boys, even Mukkun step aside to show a small but amazing jacket that reads Yosen Basketball Offical Coach written across the right arm of the jacket. "You are an amazing coach Aria! And we want you to know how much graditude and respect towards you!" Kenichi's voice is loud but gentle inside the locker room. I pick up the jacket and feel it. It's a coarse material but light for a jacket. I stare at it with a soft, kind smile. I look up to them, my eyes never filling with tears like they usually do.
"Thank you boys. I am proud to be your coach!" I say loudly and the boys whoop and hollar and i finally leave after they scream. I slide on the jacket with a smile, and leave back for the basketball court.
**Basketball Court, Winter Cup**
SWISH!!! The noise sounds from the basket as i sink a shot. I smile up at it as i still feel like i got what it takes to be a professional basketball player but i feel like i could never do that in my life. I pick up another basketball, bouncing it on the court as i look at the hoop. I stare and before i could get into shooting position, the door to the gym court opened. At first i think it's Mukkun so i turn myself with a big smile to the door. But, it wasn't Murasakibara, it was a tall tanned boy, who looks like Aomine at first glance, but when he comes into the light, i see he has dark brown (or gray which ever Haizaki hair decides to be) dreadlocks coming down the back of his head. I stare up at him.
He comes toward me in a slow but calming matter. His lips twisting into a sick smile that i've never seen before. He is intimidating, and i'm a bit frightened.
"Um i'm sorry. I didn't know anyone else was going to be in the gym after the game. I um..." He cuts me off with a wider, sketcher smile. His tongue comes out of his mouth and he gestures his thumb up to it and licks it. H-how weird.
"What beautiful hair you have. Your really nice too stare at from afar. I thought i'd teach you a little thing or two about basketball." He grins and walks toward me, quicker than i expected. His arm clasped around my wrist.
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The One (Kuroko No Basket Fanfic)
FanficAria Smith was ten years old when her mother passed away from a car accident, and after six years her father had been transferred to Japan for his job, meaning she had to leave everyone in America, her friends, her family, and her favorite sport; ba...