Chapter One~Kuroko-Kozume

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DISCLAIMER: This is a piece of fanfiction derived from the famous Anime Haikyu!! and Kuroko's Basketball! I do not own most of these characters and some facts may be altered during the course of this tale. I am just doing my part in the fun community of the fanfic world and anime.

Tetsuya Kuroko

Invisibility. 

My greatest weakness, tragedy and strangely, a strength was invisibility. My existence was so minor that I could be the only boy with blue hair in a crowd but no one would see me. My hair was like that of my mother's. Pale and blue, like a frosted lake on a clear winter day. Put into words, it sounded strange but my family always said that it was a strange beauty in its own way.

My family was a collection of five. An older brother, the oldest sister of us two and our parents. Sadly, when I was about to go for my first year of middle school, Mum and Dad had a car accident and their survival was impossible. The pain was immense but as much as I discarded the belief, if we didn't have my sister, both of us would've been lost by now. She was just three years older than me and a couple more than my brother but she was stronger and smarter. She held herself back a year after middle school and though we lived with our aunt, she worked part-time to get us by and take care of the luxurious unnecessary needs both of us brothers had. So, when I started my first year of high school, she started her third and my brother his second.

My brother was an odd apple but he had epic qualities of his own. Kenma Kozume. He'd taken on Dad's name, and I had done with Mum's. Our sister chose to keep her full name the way Mum and Dad had chosen for us. So our official surnames were Kuroko Kozume. Kenma had chosen to keep one because his reason was simple. Kenma Kuroko Kozume sounded like a weird mad lib and after a lot of laughter, my sister Mia Kuroko-Kozume let him keep those two names as his name on his ID card and such.

The funny thing about the three of us was that we all went to three different schools. While I went to Seirin High, Kenma went to Nekoma High and our sister all the way to Karasuno High. Three different public schools but all three joined for the love of sport. While I was in love with the orange ball, Mia and Kenma both were Volleyball junkies. Mia had chosen to go to Nekoma High but their standard for the girl's volleyball team was too high and after much determination, she came across Karasuno who basically had no girl's volleyball team when she left.

While Kenma was known to belong to one of the best Volleyball teams that would represent Tokyo in many national tournaments, and I was a prodigy in the basketball boys school league, Mia had no such name. Only we knew that she was the one who founded the Girl's Volleyball team in Karasuno, just like Teipe had done for Seirin Basketball.

Though Mia didn't have much of a big name, she was epically observant of both Volleyball and Basketball. Kenma and I would usually feel as though if she would choose, she would excel in either sport and be known as her own generation of Miracles. But as usual, Mia had no interest in that and believed that a sport should be played for fun and collectivity of successful goals in life otherwise, wars were overrated.

It was hard to admit but because of Mia, Kenma and I played at all. She showed us videos of Basketball and Volleyball and pushed us to grow into the plays in the future.

Now, about Kenma, he was-

"Tet, are you writing to Kagami again?" Kenma knocked on the door, and I almost dropped my phone. My email was huge with all the words. Kagami did not know about Mia or Kenma. No one did. I could never talk about them but now that I knew how Coach's dad was a legendary national player and how Captain was a barber's son and Kagami's family lived in America, I believed it wouldn't hurt to make good friends and share with him some of my personal life as well. Only the team from Teiko High knew Mia and Kenma. In fact, they knew her too well and were like a reoccurring family to her, so she said until we fell apart.

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