Astrological Carrots (Kuroko no Basuke)

Star 1

It was a beautiful, sunny day at Shuutoku High School.

The sky was clear crystal blue, and the fluffy white clouds above head drifted lazily through the air, as if they hadn't a care.

First-year Kirishima Hiei was happily tending to her garden when the back of her head became pleasantly acquainted with the business end of a flying orange projectile.

She screeched, and face planted into a pile of fertilizer she had planned to spread out prior to her face being stuck in it.

Hiei was glad that she had missed her small, delicate blue puschkinias in the fall, but she was not pleased that there was even the slightest chance of them getting ruined because of basketballs randomly falling out of the sky.

Oh, and concerning the fertilizer...

It tasted pretty nasty, if anyone's curious, but that's not the main point right now.

Someone's going to die today...

Hiei unstuck herself from the big mound of fertilizer, and growled at her newly ruined T-shirt.

It was old, and a little worn out, but it was still one of her favorites. Which just made her even more determined to kill who ever decided throwing a basketball at the back of some poor, unsuspecting girl's head was a good idea.

She would get her revenge.

And so went forth the 159 cm girl, charging into battle with the very same basketball that had harmed her head so violently one hand, and a hand shovel in the other. For her armor, she chose her black skinny jeans, a white "I Make Horrible Science Puns-But Only Periodically" T-shirt, red sneaker, and a sugegasa resting on her upper back.

In short, Kirishima Hiei was ready for war.

A war with the basketball club, to be more precise.

The redhead was quick to stomp through the basketball gym's wide open door, and was even quicker to chuck the basketball at some poor guy's head as soon as she heard the very loud, and very obnoxious:

"Taichou, I'm sorrryyyyy; I won't play with the equipment again! I promise! I'll even go get the basketba-YA-OUCH!"

Hiei stamped her foot on the ground in a frustrated manner as she puffed her cheeks out childishly, not feeling sorry for the guy in the least. She heard the sound of a basketball rolling ominously, and the murmurs of suprise.

"Ya know, usually when people throw basketballs at the hoop, it doesn't, I dunno, go flying out the door!

The ginger wasn't fazed by the fact that she had at least six pairs of eyes on her.

In fact, she could've cared less.

All she knew was that guy clutching the back of his head was gonna die real soon, because she hadn't been this angry in a while.

"Who are-"

Hiei stomped her foot again, which was sure to make her look like an angry munchkin to all the giants in front of her, but, eh.

"Ya hit me in the back of my head, ruined my shirt, and almost made me ruin my puschkinias; you barely have the right to live right now." She pointed her hand shovel at him, and smiled.

"You have any thing you'd like to say to me?"

"Taichou, please save-!"

To give the boy some credit, he did try to run away.

Really!

It's just a shame Hiei was a skilled idiot catcher.

The ginger sighed, and wagged her hand shovel at him with a clearly disappointed look. "I'm afraid that's not the correct answer."