His 'Brother' (Kuroko no Basuke fanfic OC)

A Glimpse into the Past, one year ago.

A/N: Hello again! Surprised to see me?

Right. I thought I should do something to apologise for the late Update yesterday so, here, take it! I honestly don't know what this is. As you can see it's not a 'Chapter' or an 'Omake'.... I probably revealed a shit ton of information in this, but seeming as this is an apology, and I don't do those half-assed, I'm not bothered by that!

Thank you for all the comments and votes and I hope you enjoy this (whatever it is)!

ONWARDS TO THE MYSTERY THING!

____________________________________

She could see the subtle changes in him, however miniscule they were. But it was all the little things that made her wary of him.

Contraire to how he was now, he used to love basketball. She hadn't been the one to introduce him to it, but encouraged and supported him all the same. She, herself, had played basketball as a Small Forward in her middle school.

She was never a Power Forward. Never a strong centre. She did not have a sharp enough eye to be their point guard or consistent enough skill and confidence to be a shooting guard. She was a Small Forward and proud. Hell, she made it on the team as a regular. That alone should say something.

It was only when she hit her last year of middle school that everything changed.

She was a late bloomer, she knew that now. She had always wondered how Shi-chin grew to be so tall yet she had not.

It started out as small things, like her appetite slowly growing, small sharp pains in her knees and elbows, to strains and cramps in her calves and biceps just from regular day-to-day tasks.

No one knew she would- could be so tall. She went from a 5'0" box of sunshine, to a 5'10" gangly giant.

Now, anywhere else, she would've blended in easily, especially somewhere like America or Europe, but this was Japan. With the average of 5'7" for males, men, let alone a 15 year old female teen, she stuck out considerably.

She enjoyed the role of a Small Forward, however, they did not.

She had suddenly found herself as the Ace- their Power Forward. She never was one for the spotlight, always letting others outshine her as she stood back and watched from the side-lines.

Apparently, she had no choice in the matter.

By the time she was 16, she was 6'1" and still growing. Her stamina and muscle had greatly increased, and it was only then she wondered if she had a medical problem.

She had stared on in envy as the girls in her middle school started to look more feminine and filled out. She had always hated the way she stuck out like a sore thumb. With her gangly arms and long brittle legs, it wasn't hard to see why she was such an insecure young woman. She had worn the uniform made for females, yet she felt anything but. After all, wasn't it usually the males that experienced such changes? Height, weight, stamina and muscle growth? Why had she, a girl, ever experienced such a thing? And to such measures?

Her passion for Basketball remained the same. Except this time, she found she could be more diverse with her plays. The more she played, the more fruitful the results were in both her skills and body structure.

No longer the gangly, brittle younger teen, but toned young lady, she held her head high.

She had toned up. Her arms no longer looked lanky, but rather displayed a subtle strength in them as they swung lively at her sides. Her legs were lean, giving the illusion of them being never ending. Her chest was average, above, depending on what she wore. However, she was always caught wearing loose t-shirts and baggy jumpers, secretly wearing a sports bra underneath so no one could really know. Comfort over Fashion, she always said.

When it came to basketball, she had always made sure she would never stray from the team, become so absorbed in her own power that she thought of them to be unnecessary. No, she promised herself she wouldn't.

Offers for a transfer, exchange programs, the whole lot was thrown her way, just as she was applying for High schools. She had turned down every offer in favour of focusing on her studies.

She had wanted to be a Doctor, inspired by her own hormonal abnormalities. No matter what passion or interest she had in basketball, she was never interested in pursuing it as a career.

"Why?" They would ask her, voices coming across as either appalled or disappointed.

She had always replied with; "It seems like too much work." when in fact she thought she wasn't good enough, despite everyone else' voices of encouragement.

It was only when she got an offer from a 'St. Josephine's' that spiked her interest.

It was a boarding school that solely focused on science and medical studies. Yet, had a promising group of athletes. Now, that caught her interest. She felt like she hit the jackpot and, without further ado, she sent her reply.

One would almost question why a School such as theirs would offer her a place, no? She wasn't a genius, only knowing so much about her choice of profession to be noticeable and praised. Certainly not enough for the title of a genius or prodigy. However, it wasn't in her studies where their interest lied.

Although they focused on Science and Medical studies, their athletes were not nothing to sniff at. Though it was a boarding school solely for the female population, they had promising talent just as any other school- gender would and not only on paper. No, they were not stupid to overlook such a thing with a big tournament coming up.

Back to the problem at hand, she could see the shift in his eyes, the dull glow they seemed to inhabit instead of the usual spark they held.

She had confronted him about it one day.

"Do you enjoy playing Basketball, Shi-chin?" She had asked, determined to get an answer as she blocked his way out of the kitchen.

He regarded her with furrowed eyebrows, arms limply swinging at his sides as he no longer had a snack to hold as he had just chucked the packet away.

"I play because I'm good at it, not beca-!" His head snapped to the side, a red mark lighting up the left side of his face which was not a blush.

She rubbed her temples as she attempted to calm down from her earlier outburst, not at all pleased with his answer.

"What happened, Atsushi?" She mumbled as she turned around and left the kitchen, leaving him to ponder her question which was seemingly rhetorical.

"I couldn't keep the same promise you made yourself, Onee-chin," He had whispered to himself, wallowing in despair as his beloved Onee-chin looked at him with such a disappointed expression. "None of us could."

She was his idol, his inspiration. She would never know that, and she didn't need to know.

The next day she had left, suitcases in hand as she solemnly strolled through the airport.

"Onee-chin, I'm sorry."