The Silent Joker

23(completed)

"You CANT do a Michael Jordan dunk without his signature shout!!" Kai groan as the current practice game was now over, and the last for the day. You glared at your uncle and sat on the floor. "You do know that Michaels Jordan's dunks are all different, right?" Kai rolled his eyes, "I know that, I witnessed it back in the 80's..." Your father handed you a water bottle, and Eduardo talked to other guys that were "friends" with your uncle. They soon made their way towards the three of you and chilled on the floor as they stretched. Axl, who now sat next to you, slapped your shoulder, "Okay, hear me out, 90's Michael Jordan." You widened your eyes, "What game?" "All of his offense highlights! 1990 to 1991!" Your father and Kai laughed, "I remember that slick back pass he send me back in Bulls vs Cleveland. Although, Scottie was at my throat that game..." The adults laughed as you remembered visiting that male when you were five years old. "So what's your favorite game?" You looked around and then smirked. "1986 playoffs, both first and second game-" "Come on!" Kai and the rest groan and laughed at the memory, "Chicago Bulls vs Boston Celtics." You finished as the group started to sigh in memory of the game. "I remember both games as if they were yesterday." One of the adults spoke as you sighed, "I remember Jordan making his triple points like they were nothing, especially in odd spots." Axl hmd. "I heard he bought the Hornets." "I've heard as well. He called me about the situation, but we never finished the conversation due to reasons." Your father drank his water as everyone waited for him to finish. "That's all I'm saying." "WHY LEAD US INTO THE SITUATION IF YOURE NOT GOING TO TELL US!!"  Your father began to laugh like a maniac as you rolled your eyes.

Practice came to its end, as later the second, and last, day went pretty fast. 5 A.M to 2 A.M.
"Pack your stuff, M/n, we're going to Chicago!" "Why the hell are we going there?" "Not just Chicago, but other places. I manage to call some of my old friends, so we can all relax and still practice with tough nut heads." Your father said as everyone's were in your house. Your mother was already sleeping, making you worry about how she will react. Your father took notice of your reaction and leaned back on his chair. "Don't worry, your mother is going. She heard that her family is currently living in America." "PFT! WHAT A BIG MOMMYS BOY!" The males laughed making you flick them off. "You guys seriously need to die already..." "WHAT DID YOU SAY!!" "SHUT THE HELL UP! MY BEAUTIFUL GORGEOUS WIFE IS SLEEPING!" Now the room quiet down, but the glared still happen.

A/n: if you're confuse about your parents ethnicity and such(maybe), I will like to say that your father is half Japanese(from dads side) and American.

This is for my none-Japanese readers: Your mother is who you are even if she's half Japanese as well. Although, you still do take half Japanese from your father :)

Example: M/n is Mexican, so his mother is Mexicanesse and your father is Americanese.

A/n: Man I'm so complicated with explaining shit

Back to the story:

The flight to Chicago was shit. Your uncle, Axl used his private jet and you had to sit with ADULTS. Bunch of old people that spoke a bunch of nonsense, I mean yeah you did enjoy talking about their old days. BUT that's about it. Now you were standing on your grandpas private basketball court that he had on his "basement". "I don't remember this place being big...." Your father whistles, I mean he's right. The fucking court is the size of a damn NBA private basketball field. "That's because you haven't visit my place, dumb bitch..." Your grandfather slowly made his way towards the field, making you look at him for the very first time in a long time. The old man took notice of you and smiled warmly, "My only grandson, how have you been...?" You pat the mans back and sat him on a chair, "Fine." "OUJIYAMA, WHY THE HELL IS MY GRANDSON JUST FEELING "FINE", HUH!?" "THE HELL AM I SUPPOSE TO KNOW!? WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME!?" "Don't raise your voice at me, punk!" You nervously cleared your throat, "I'll go and practice..." "Okay!"

Practice was pretty hard, not gonna lie. The fact that you had to run right after healing, plus your uncles, and family friends coming over, was a pain in the ass. Even if you were already good at playing, you had learned a lot from these famous practice buddies. And now it was time to finally go home.

"Hurry up, you're going to be late for the winter cup, M/n!" "Yeah, hold up!" You looked at Michael who can't stop smiling, "Come join the hornets, I'll pay for your sports school. Even though your pops said no, fuck him and let's start your career. Just like LaMelo and DiAngelo Ball. Join us." Your eyes widened, but then you shook your head, "Thanks old man, but I'll have to think about that request." Michael slapped your arm, "You better, now go!" You nodded and hopped on the plane.

"Go, we'll see you over there!" Your father shouted as you got off the plane and ran towards where the Winter Cup is being held. You felt your phone vibrate and you answered the call. "Where the hell are you!? The ceremony just finished! I can't even find Kagami!" You hear Riko shout in anger. "I'm on my way already, I just got off the plane." "Hurry!"

Sighing in relief at the sight of the stadium in front of you, you slow down once you enter and saw many people walking in the building. Right as you made a turn, your eyes landed on group with different kinds of hair colors. "Don't tell me..."

"Shintaro, can I borrow your scissors for a bit?" "What do you need them for?" Midorima handed his lucky item to his previous captain. "My hair's bothering me. I was just thinking about cutting it. But before that...you're Kagami-kun, right?" Without letting Kagami respond, the shorter male launched his hand, holding the scissors, towards Kagami, but your fingers wrapped around his wrist, "Calm down, don't be swinging that thing like it's a damn toy." Everyone widened their eyes at the sight of you, "L/n//M/n!?" The shorter male frown at the sight of you, he pulled his hand away from your grip and sighed. "You must be L/n M/n." "What about it? Am I suppose to know who you are too?" Everyone gawked at your cold response, the fact that both "kings" are now sending each other's glares was scaring everyone. No, not even king vs king, your stare was more than that.

"Good job catching my grip. For moving like that, I'll forgive the two of you this time. But there won't be a next time." Raising an eyebrow, the males fingers touched his bangs, "If I say leave, then leave. In this world, wining is everything, winners are validated and losers are denied." The male began to use his scissors to cut his bangs. Kagami flinched at the sudden action. "Until now, I've never lost at everything, and I won't in the future. Since I always win, I'm always right." Realizing who he finally is, by looking at everyone, Akashi looked at you and Kagami with his heterochromia eyes. "If you oppose me...I'll kill you, no matter who you are."

The group was dead silence, but you couldn't hold in your laugh, so you let it out. Akashi didn't say anything and just stared at you, unbothered. Sighing deeply, you looked down at Akashi and leaned down to his level, "I'm not scared of just one ankle breaker player. Just because you can see the future it doesn't mean you can't face consequences. If you end up wining at the end...I'll still be the "real" victorious at the end. And you know what exactly I'm talking about, Akashi Sejuro." The hot pink head glared harshly towards your way.

"I'll be waiting for you at the end." You turned around and walked away. "Furihata, let's go." "Y-Yes!"

"He's crazy..." Kise, who stood pale, gulped loudly. "Did he forget that we exist too?!" Midorima and Aomine shook in anger. "Who's he?" Murisakibara hmd. Akashi didn't say anything, but just stared at your back view.

'The Silent Joker, huh...'